Page 19 of My Italian Stepbrother

I lather some soap in my hands and rub it all over her body, paying extra close attention to her breasts.

Brie turns away from me for a moment to grab a loofah, and I start rubbing her ass while she’s momentarily distracted. I smack it and she gasps at the sensation.

Pushing her against the shower wall, I step right behind her, my cock sliding between her ass cheeks. She shivers at the feeling. I pull her hips out and spread her legs in front of me. Reaching out for the lube I bought on the way back, I squirt a generous amount on my palm and rub it on her tight rosebud hole. With my other hand, I reach around and rub her clit. When she’s a writhing mess, I slowly press the tip of my cock into her ass and make my way inside of her.

I feel her stretching around me, and I have to stop every few seconds until she relaxes. It takes a few minutes, but when I’m buried to the hilt, I wrap her hair around my fist, nibble her earlobe, and trace the side of her neck with my tongue. My movement is slow as I wait for her to fully adjust to my size.

She looks back at me, her eyes fluttering while my thrusts start to become steady and long. She’s so tight it doesn’t take long before she’s digging her nails into my thighs and pushing her hips to mine. After she stiffly shudders and her knees almost buckle, I drive towards my own release.

I grunt and pull out of her before I finish. I slide my cock between her ass cheeks and moan while my seed coats her creamy skin.

Brie turns around and smiles at me, tossing her arms over my shoulders. I lift her again and she looks down at me before saying, “I’m all yours, Daddy.”

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BRIE

Itold myself on the ride home that I’d talk to Benito. That I’d tell him we need to reconsider this relationship we have. But when he gets close to me, I lose control of myself. All I want is him.

The private investigator that approached me in the bookstore is still on my mind. What does he know about Benito?

I lie back in my bed, alone, and think over everything I do know about him. I know he has killed people before, or at least he was found guilty of murder. Asking him about it doesn’t seem like a smart move for me, either. I know that he got out of jail thanks to a bribe Enio made to the parole board, so his early release clearly wasn’t for good behavior.

There are a lot of missing pieces I don’t know. If I’m going to live next to him and be in a relationship with him, I need to know that I can trust him. Right now, my mind is a mess. I’m scared of finding out the truth, but I can’t be blind to his past forever.

I have to see this PI.

Benito left after our shower. He’s on an errand for his father, and he said he wouldn’t be back until sometime tomorrow. That gives me plenty of time to meet up with this PI and find out what he knows.

I take a deep breath and pull his business card out from one of the books I stashed it in before Benito walked into my room. My hands shake while I dial his number, worried I might be making the wrong decision.

“Lewis O’Malley,” he answers as he picks up the phone.

“Hi,” I say, feeling my heart pound in my throat. “This is Brie Stevens. You approached me in the bookstore about my stepbrother.”

“Yes, Miss Stevens, I’m glad you called,” he says and I can hear creaking behind him like he’s leaning back in an old chair. “What can I help you with?”

“You said there’s something I need to know about,” I begin cautiously. “Can we meet to discuss that? I don’t know what’s going on, but I need to know what happened.”

I withhold some of the truth from him. He doesn’t need to know that I know about the bribe for Benito’s release, and he has no reason to assume I know anything more than that. After all, I only met Benito after his release.

“I’ll send you my office address. I’ll be there in the morning if you want to stop by.”

I agree to meet with him and wait for him to text me his office address. My heart races, and I try to calm myself by taking several deep breaths, but it doesn’t help.

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When I wakeup in the morning, I peek into Benito’s room to see if he’s back yet, but he’s still gone. What errand could he have been sent on? Part of me is relieved to see his empty room. I know that if he’s here, we probably would have ended up fooling around, and I’d waste another day not knowing who he really is.

But a bigger part of me really wished he was there when I opened the door. I wanted to crawl into his bed and climb on top of him and forget about everything else on my mind. But I can’t do that.

I hurry out of the house as quickly as I can, afraid Benito will return before I leave and I’ll be forced to change my mind. When I get to the PI’s office, he isn’t there yet, but his receptionist is. I sit in the small waiting room across from her and nervously wring my hands together, waiting for him to arrive.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here so early Miss Stevens,” Lewis says when he walks in.

He’s carrying a large briefcase and a cup of coffee. He looks more formal than he did the day before when he approached me. He must have been trying to blend in yesterday.

“I’m an early riser.” I stand up to greet him.

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