Step-Sibling Stocking Stuffer
I couldn’t sleep. The house was silent except for the soft hum of the Christmas tree lights downstairs and the occasional creak of old wood settling in the cold. Our parents had gone to bed hours ago, stuffed full of ham, pie, and way too much spiked eggnog. I’d matched them drink for drink, plus a few extra shots of rum in my hot cocoa when no one was looking. The alcohol buzzed warm through my veins, loosening every inhibition I’d spent years building up around him.
Ethan. My step-brother. Twenty-one, home from college, and still the only guy who could make my p***y throb just by walking into a room. We weren’t blood-related, our parents had married when we were teenagers, but that didn’t make this any less wrong.
If anything, it made it hotter. All thos
