Page 70 of Jealous Stepbrother
When she skips lunch, I spank her ass red, then ensure she’s well fed for dinner.
But when my baby sister starts forgetting to take her birth control pills…I…shrug philosophically. Because, well, things get misplaced sometimes, don’t they?
Tablets disappear into secret holes and crevices, never to be seen again.
Mistakes happen.
And if that mistake plants a fertile seed of something deeper between us—something no one can untangle—well, who am I to stand in fate’s way?
It’s one secretly contemplated answer to what I’ve wanted all along.
A way for her to bejust that little bit moremine.
A helping hand in every way that counts.
Tonight, we’re working late. Again.
I watch her, pencil smudges on her fingertips as she sketches in the quiet, lower lip caught between her teeth in that way that drives me insane.
The lamplight gilds her hair and turns her skin to something soft and glowing. My eyes drift down, and I picture her differently.
Rounder, fuller, belly swollen with the seed I planted in my stepsister’s body.
My heir.Our child.
The thought detonates in my chest, scorching and sweet and so fucking urgent, I don’t know how I breathe through it without falling to my knees and begging the Creator to make sure it happensnow.
In my head, I whisper names. Ones I’ll never admit aloud, not yet.
Names that sound like us. That tie her tighter to me.
She looks up suddenly, catches me staring.
And she smiles.
Soft and unburdened. Fuck, I’m bold enough to call it a happy smile.
It melts my insides until I feel like I’m splitting apart. Wish I could bottle this moment. Keep it tucked safe.
Replay it and all the others I intend to come after it, every day until I die.
I should’ve got off my fucking ass and sketched it.
If I only knew what was coming.
Scarlett
Bliss.
The perfect word to describe the past two weeks.
Genuine, unfilteredbliss.
I wake in Asher’s bed, go to work in his world, and fall asleep wrapped in him every night. For the first time in years, my day isn’t sprinkled with anxiety or thoughts about whether I’m doing the right thing.
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Being part of House of M has lit me up in ways I never expected. My sketches come alive under his guidance. My confidence has grown.
