Forbidden Stepbrother Seduction: Late Night Whispers in Our Shared Home
Forbidden Stepbrother Seduction: Late Night Whispers in Our Shared Home Forbidden Stepbrother Seduction: Late Night Whispers in Our Shared Home My breath caught the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my thigh under the kitchen table. It was innocent enough—or so we told ourselves. Mom and Dad were right there, laughing about some old vacation story, oblivious to the electric current racing up my leg. Alex's eyes met mine across the plates of half-eaten pasta, dark and knowing. That single touch lingered far longer than it should have, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle against my skin. Heat pooled low in my belly, shameful and insistent. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping his hand for one guilty second before forcing myself to shift away. "You okay, sis?" he asked, voice low and casual, like he hadn't just set my nerves on fire. The word 'sis' twisted something inside me—wrong, forbidden, yet it made t...