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“Don’t tell me you never want that to happen again, I won’t believe you.”

I fumble with what to say in my head before I just speak.

“What do you want me to do then?” I huff.

She brings her face closer to me, her nose bumping against mine as she continues.

“I want to kiss you whenever I feel like it, and I want you to let me.”

“Just kissing?” I ask with a raised brow.

A wicked grin spreads across her face that I hate to admit is fucking gorgeous.

“Definitely not.”

Scoffing at that, I shake my head.

“This is fucking crazy. What the fuck are we doing?”

“Living.” She smirks. “We’re free, baby. Free from the bullshit, the pressures, the labels. Free from the expectations of being or not being something. Right now, it’s just you and me.”

“And what about later?” I ask.

“Like when we get out of this pool?” Maggie asks.

I shrug. Sure.

“I’d love to eat your delectable cunt across every surface around this house.”

I can’t help it, my body vibrates at her words, despite my best efforts to conceal it. Maggie grins, but shakes her head as she brushes back a piece of my hair.

“For now, though, just kiss me,” she says before pressing her lips to mine once more.

The taste of me instantly blooms against my tongue. It’s a taste I’m very familiar with. Guys love it when you suck the taste of yourself off them, and I’ve never minded it. In fact, I taste pretty fucking good, if I do say so myself.

Wrapping my tongue around Maggie’s, I chase down every drop of my release on her, and as I do, she grinds her pussy against my leg before moaning. Tentatively, I lift my leg, giving her more friction. She rewards me with another sweet moan that has me wanting to pull more out of her. It’s like a game at this point, to see how much I can make her cry out before she comes again. Another thing I’m jealous of, she gets off so easily. I’d kill to be able to come just from my nipples being sucked off or fingering myself for a total of ninety seconds. Then again, when Maggie is the one doing it, I think I can.

Fuck. This is so insane. So fucking wrong. But with her hand cupping my breast, her tongue stroking against my own, I come to the realization that I really don’t give a fuck how wrong it is. In this moment, it feels fucking right.

Chapter Nine

Maggie

It’s officially been a month since I started hooking up with my stepsister. A month of making out, finger fucking each other, and eating her out until my tongue is sore. Neither of us have left the house much. We really don’t do much of anything but stay glued to each other’s sides. It’s fun and forbidden and just fucking hot. I mean, look at her, her body is like something off a fucking runway and it’smine.

We haven’t just been hooking up nonstop, though an outsider might disagree. We hangout, we talk. Turns out she is actually ridiculously easy to talk to. Sometimes it’s simple shit like how our day is going, but sometimes it’s deeper, like how much I miss my dad and how she wishes she could have known her mom. There is so much more to her than I ever expected and yet so much more I’m desperate to know.

Today, we’re hanging out at the house when Brad comes home with a large group of friends. As soon as the door opened, Bridgette jumped right out of my lap and flew across the couch. Yes, I know she wants to keep things extremely under wraps, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. I’m all down for strings free casual hooking up, but she doesn’t need to make me feel undesirable.

“Everyone, you remember my sister, Bridgette,” Brad says, before pointing to me. “This is our new stepsister, Maggie.”

“Hey.” I wave.

“Mags, this is Kylie, Eric, Trip and Rain,” he says, finishing on a girl with platinum blonde hair, perfect white teeth and fuck me eyes I could spot a mile away.

“Rain?” I ask in interest.

“Rainbow,” she says. “What can I say, my parents were hippies.”

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