Free Swagger: A Stepbrother Romance by Terry Towers

know what I would have done if that had been the case. Would I have tried talking her out of it, or simply told our parents and let them deal with her insanity? I sighed. But that wasn’t the case so there was no point in even considering the possibilities. Of course she wouldn't do a thing like that. She wasn't the promiscuous type. Hell, if I was a betting sort of guy I’d bet she was still a virgin. I joined in with her laughter, but mine was short-lived.
    "No, I’m thinking that you and I could set up our own webcam sex show."
    My laughter stopped abruptly and mouth dropped open. There was no way I heard what I thought I’d heard. No fucking way I heard right. I pinched the bridge of my nose, hoping to fend off an impending headache. "Wh… what did you just say?"
    There was no way I'd heard correctly. No way. This was a dream. No, not a dream, a fucking nightmare. Either that or she’d lost her fucking mind.

    ~*~ TT ~*~

    Tia
    Well, this isn't going too badly , I mused as I sat looking at Zach's astonished face. Sure it was a shock to him at first, but I was confident that once I shared with him all of my facts and figures, he'd come around to seeing that it was a fantastic idea. I really wasn’t sure if the fact he was into me would help or hurt my cause.
    "See, I figure that since I need money for college and you're looking for employment and/or money for school that... this could be a mutually beneficial arrangement."
    "Mutually beneficial arrangement," Zach parroted. "Have you even had sex yet, Tia?"
    I huffed, feeling slightly embarrassed by the question. "Well, not actual sex. But I've had extensive experience in other sexual activities and..." I waved the notebook under his nose, "I've been studying."
    Zach's frown deepened.
    Giving him a sheepish grin, I shrugged. Not wanting to discuss my lack of experience any longer, I thrust the notebook at him, hoping to distract him with the facts. Cold, hard facts. "Here are the figures. I’m thinking we would need to perform for an hour, or maybe two a day and we'd both have enough cash to keep us going. I'd have my college money and you'd be able to go back to..." I shrugged a second time, "whatever it is that you do."
    Zach sighed. "You realize you're my stepsister."
    "What does that have to do with anything?"
    "And a minor."
    "Not anymore. My eighteenth birthday already past, remember… " I reminded him. I had to admit, I was a little annoyed. Did he really see me as a minor still? The pain-in-the-ass kid sister he never actually wanted? Had I totally misread his interest in me? Maybe Trevor was full of shit and Zach had just been acting like a protective older brother, not a potential mate.
    "Aside from how inappropriate it would be, I just don't think it's a good idea." He gave me an apologetic smile, started to place a hand on my shoulder, seemed to think twice about it, and pulled it away again.
    I had prepared for every possible objection beforehand so his initial rejection didn't deter me. I was going to make it happen and was confident I could convince him. I had to, he was my last resort since I already ditched Trevor, regardless of being my first choice originally. Chewing at my bottom lip, I looked up into his dark eyes. "You don't find me attractive?" Sure, it was a dirty way to play it, but I needed to do what I needed to do.
    Zach sighed, "No.”
    I gave him my patented pouty look.
    “Ugh. I mean...It's not that." He sighed and raked a hand through his hair.
    "Then what is it?" I ran my index finger lightly down the length of his bare chest until it reached the edge of the blanket covering his erect cock. He sucked in a sharp breath and caught my wrist in his large hand before it could snake its way under the comforter and to his dick.
    "Don't, Tia," he said, his voice sounding strained. "This is fucking crazy and I can only take so much."
    I smiled inwardly, while releasing a sigh of relief. That's what I'd been hoping to hear from him. He was