Jennifer
My p***y actually pulsed. Once. Twice. Like it was waving hello.
I managed a squeaky laugh. “You guys are… sweaty.”
Noah pulled back just enough to look down at me, smirk sharp enough to cut glass. “We can shower. You wanna join?”
Aaron’s fingers tightened on my hips. “Yeah. Plenty of room.”
I was going to die.
Actual death by stepbrother thirst.
Somehow I wriggled free before I did something insane like drop to my knees in front of my dad’s horrified face.
Dinner was torture.
I sat between them because of course I did Every time I reached for the salad, Noah’s arm brushed my tit. Every time Aaron passed the water, his knuckles grazed my bare thigh under the table. By the time dessert rolled around I was soaked straight through my panties and trying not to squirm.
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