Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates

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2–Don’t Grow In Your Pants, I Am Your Stepsister

Nora:

Actually, as I struggled to form a word, he silenced me by striding closer to me. He was so tall, standing over 6 feet 3, that a 5 foot 6 inches girl like me looked tiny in front of him.

He tucked the brush behind his ear and brought a stool to sit in front of me, his long legs spread apart, his suspenders over his naked chest was something I couldn’t even look away from.

He probably did it to be on my level. Taking a sip from his wine, he silently observed me before his gaze landed on my cleavage, which I had beer

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“Remove your fingers,” he instructed, gesturing with his eyes. I didn’t want to continue and wanted to let him know immediately that I’m not the model he thinks I am.

I am his stepsister.

“I-,” as I struggled to form a word, I noticed he grabbed the paintbrush and ran the back of it around my nipples over my shirt.

At this point, I felt even more uncomfortable. The tingling sensation down my spine made me gulp and look up to meet his eyes.

“I read your email that you sent me before coming here. I didn’t respond because, let’s be honest, I didn’t know what you looked like. But looking at you now, I will say yes!” he whispered, hist

brush still stroking my chest. With every word, he would move

his eyes and raise his eyebrows, making everything he said even more intriguing.

But now it was getting out of hand, and if I didnt say anything soon, I would end up in an embarrassing situation with my stepbrother.

Thankfully, his cellphone rang, and he finally decided to step away. But as he looked at the screen, he rolled his eyes, tossed his phone aside, and walked back to me.

I was surprised because I caught a glimpse of the screen, and it was his dad calling, a call he didn’t even want to take

“So, where were we?” his attention was back on me. And honestly, I felt like I was committing a sin. The way he walked and moved his shoulders made my heart race with every gesture. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Oh yeah! you were going to take out your breasts,” hearing that word from his lips made me shrink into myself and take a deep breath.

That was it. I had to tell him I am his stepsister. But how could I? He is so incredibly attractive.

He stared at me and then rolled his eyes when he saw that I wasn’t moving or letting go of my shirt.

“What is your rank? have you never seen an alpha before?” he was not wrong; I seemed stunned. But the reason I was

stunned was because my stepbrother was the most handsome man walking on this land.

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My eyes traveled down once again, and this time, I could see a visible bulge in his pants, rising upward and giving a silhouette of how big his manhood was,

I gulped and closed my eyes with pressure. I felt like a dirty person for examining my stepbrother like that. The worst was what he said next.

“Don’t be nervous. If it helps you, you are the only attractive model that made me react like this in over a year,” his comment made me open my eyes in shock and look back at him as he stood only a foot away from me, his eyes examining my body.

At this point, I was the one to be blamed. I let him get so comfortable that now I know my stepbrother, who has not -found any naked model attractive, finds me attractive even

when I am fully clothed.

“Oh! My son Cain!” Thankfully, my stepfather arrived in time. He welcomed himself into the room with his arms open, but Cain stepped away from him after giving him a judgmental look. From the get–go, I could tell they were not on good terms. At least Alpha Cain was not on good terms with his father.

Lord Atwood instantly put his hands down and then turned to look at me.

“What are you doing in my studio?” Cain didn’t even let him say another word before he started raising his voice at his father. He was probably disturbed because he thought I was the model he would be working with.

“I told you not to come near my studio when I have guests over,” he added, making his father frown and stare at him.

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“Oh! this is not only a guest. I mean, not only your guest. Didn’t you tell him?” Lord Atwood seemed bewildered, and I don’t blame him. I should have opened my mouth and introduced myself already.

“Tell me what? Do you know her?” Cain’s frown intensified, narrowing his hazel eyes at me.

“She is your–little stepsister,” the moment those words left Lord Atwood’s mouth, Cain’s eyes shone a red color so clearly that I gulped and stepped behind Lord Atwood.

“What the heck are you saying? Do you even know what that means?” Cain yelled, hastily approaching his father.

“I know what I am saying. She is the daughter of Lillian,” Lord Atwood’s voice turned lower when mentioning my mother.

The look on Cain’s face scared me. It was as if watching him go. through a variety of emotions, including anger, confusion, and disgust.

“How dare you bring that filth here? Is that how you repay us for forgiving you? You bring the whore’s daughter home, who is the reason our mother left this world?” Cain didn’t waste a minute before he tossed his wine glass across the wall and yelled at the loudest.

He probably even forgot that as an alpha, his anger can bring chaos. But the way he talked about Lillian in itself was a sign that I am glad I wasn’t the one who told him I am his stepsister.

“Your anger is justified but not towards Nora. She has done. nothing but live alone for years and get picked on. I have promised Liliian that I will take care of her daughter–I am going

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to deliver that promise,” Lord Atwood uttered while Cain’s eyes shimmered with tears. One could only in gine how much pain he was feeling at my arrival.

“Of course you would. You only care about your mistress wishes. And then you wonder why your quintuplets grew up so messed up,” Cain made it very clear with his soft tone that he would never accept me as his little sister. And then when I thought he would just want us gone now, he turned to me, “by the way, your daughter was staring at my pants. I hope she is not as messed up as her mother.

I felt so ashamed when Lord Atwood turned to look at me. It was like he was disappointed but also shocked.

What a way to start a journey with my new family. It was just one brother, I have yet to meet the other brothers of mine.