Free Gripped: A Stepbrother Romance (Bonus Story: Stepbrother Forbidden) by Stephanie Brother Page B

outward to encompass the kitchen with all of its modern appliances and shiny surfaces, "is my house?"
    I scowled. "Fuck you, Logan. I don't have to stay here, you know."
    He snorted then gulped down the juice. Settling the glass in the sink, he said, "Truth be told, I'd rather you not. Especially with that filthy mouth." He headed past me to leave the kitchen. "Later."

2: Logan
     
    I don't know why I behaved like an ass whenever I was around her.
    Actually, I did know, but I wasn't going to say it out loud. Better to deny, deny, deny until you believed the lie because the truth was way worse to accept.
    I mean, who the hell lusts after their sister? Only sick bastards, that's for sure. And, yeah, even if I wanted to get down to the particulars that she was actually my step sister—like emphasizing 'step' made a difference—that still didn't change the fact that what I felt for her was more than brotherly love wasn't the most disgusting shit anybody had ever heard.
    Not like anyone would hear it, anyway. Like I said earlier, no admissions meant whatever feelings or thoughts I harboured for Alyssa did not and could not and should not exist.
    I stared at my laptop screen grumpily, my eyes scanning the lines of code but not actually registering their meaning. I was working on a security patch for my prized piece of software that had garnered my riches, but my mind was caught up in the whys and the unfairness of the world. My world, really.
    Why did she have to stay with me? Why didn't she stay with one of her friends for their summer vacation trip? Why the hell was she so beautiful? Whenever she was near and I was sure I'd succumb to weakness and pull her against me, I had to force myself to remember the 10-year-old Alyssa to put me back on track. The skinny, flat-chested little girl with a chestnut coloured bird's nest for hair. I had to remind myself of the instant dislike I had for her the first moment her big hazel eyes met mine. I had to return to that initial period of misdirected resentment towards her when my father had made it clear that he'd finally gotten over my mom by dating hers.
    I just don't know how it got to this. One moment I hated Alyssa's guts and found her quiet but obvious need for my approval irritating, and the next moment she had breasts and fantastic legs and her hair looked 'curly' and not as though electricity had zapped her multiple times. My friends commented on her transformation from semi-pretty duckling to hot swan and I pretended I hadn't noticed because she was my fucking stepsister. Then college came along and I ran for it without looking back. Out of sight, out of mind , I thought.
    Yeah, well, that didn't work out at all.
    I leaned back into my chair and rubbed my eyes. Maybe I just needed to get laid. I'd been working too hard lately between my software program and being a lifeguard. I'd considered dropping that lifeguard gig. Not like I needed the money. But it was a fun side thing to do especially when I got to experience the inventive ways women (and sometimes men) decided to approach me. Still, all work and no play made a dull boy out of Logan. Perhaps I just needed a willing pair of spread legs to get between so I could, you know, release all this pent up frustration. Maybe someone that looked like Alyssa—
    Damn . No. Someone that definitely did not look like Alyssa.
    My cellphone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but I did recognize the voice.
    "Hey, Logan," said Cassie, her voice extra flirty. "Wanna come to a party tonight?"
    Cassie. Someone that definitely did not look like Alyssa.
    I smiled. "Yeah, sounds good."
     

3: Alyssa
     
    "Stop fiddling already. You look awkward."
    I made a face at Melanie as I tugged some more on the skirt of my teal mini-dress. We were waiting for Cassie to show up while Jared parked the car.
    "It's because I am awkward. This dress is tight and short. It rides up!"
    "You bet," said a guy behind us, grinning at my legs.
    Melanie curled her lip