Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

It took all the self-control I could muster to stay away from the house all weekend.

I could have done something I might end up regretting.

Whatever unholy feelings I was developing for Kasmine were beginning to get out of hand, and I didn't know for how much longer I could hold back.

I returned home just this morning to get ready for work.

I stood in front of Kasmine's door, contemplating whether to knock or not. I was, no doubt, ashamed of what had happened on Saturday. She felt my hard cock, and it was super embarrassing.

But, fuck it. Now wasn't the time for regrets. It was getting late, and we had to leave for the office.

Just as I was about to knock, the door pulled open, revealing my little sister - my obsession.

I froze.

She stood there, framed by the soft morning light spilling into the hallway. Her rich, brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, a few strands catching the sunlight.

She looked... stunning. No, beyond stunning. Her blouse, a soft cream color, clung to her frame in all the wrong or maybe right-ways. The buttons strained slightly across her chest, teasing the curves I had no right to notice. She'd tucked it neatly into a dark pencil skirt that emphasized the perfect line of her hips and ended just above her knees, revealing the smooth, toned length of her legs. She was so beautiful that it felt sinful.

I felt my mouth go dry as my gaze dropped, tracing the shape of her body before snapping back up to meet her eyes.

Too late. The damage was already done. My pulse quickened, and my traitorous body reacted almost immediately.

A twitch in my pants made me curse silently. Fuck it. Not now.

My length strained so hard in my trousers that it made shame bloom hot across my chest.

"Kester?" Kasmine called. Her voice was soft and confused, and she cleared her throat. "Are you okay?"

Her brows furrowed slightly; her

you wearing?" I blurted, my

stepped back instinctively, crossing her arms

keep my eyes on her face. "That skirt is too tight. And that blouse..." I swallowed

to incredulity. "What? Kester, this is professional. It's just a blouse and a skirt!

I snapped, my frustration spilling

into a disbelieving smile,

me. Of course, I was the one she

into something else," I said, my

can't be serious. You're my boss, not my

took two steps backward, "You'll do exactly as I say. Go in there

glass pane separating my office from hers. She sat at her desk, her

office where I could see and know what

decent. I just couldn't bear the thought of having my

keep living in self-denial, Kes," My

having nasty thoughts about

when he almost took control and scared Mine to death. He had almost claimed her.

her were becoming a concern I needed to work on, but

sister, for

immediately as my

Karl.

tightened as

a fresh intern with an awkward haircut and far too much confidence for my liking. He walked into her office with that cocky grin plastered across his face, leaning

Kasmine smiled at

genuine one that made her eyes light up. The kind of smile that was rare, precious. The kind of smile I hadn't seen directed at me in

Fuck.

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