Step-Sister's Secret Touch: Forbidden Holiday Lust Awakens My Guilt
Step-Sister's Secret Touch: Forbidden Holiday Lust Awakens My Guilt Step-Sister's Secret Touch: Forbidden Holiday Lust Awakens My Guilt My heart slammed against my ribs the moment her bare foot brushed mine under the dinner table. We were at the family beach house for the annual holiday—me, my dad, her mom, and her. Lily. My step-sister since I was eighteen, when our parents finally tied the knot after years of dating. Seven years later, at twenty-five, she still looked like sin wrapped in innocence: long dark hair that fell in waves, green eyes that caught the light like sea glass, and that smile… God, that smile could unravel me. I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. Her toes traced the inside of my ankle—slow, deliberate. No one else noticed. Dad was laughing at something her mom said; the clink of glasses drowned out everything but the rush of blood in my ears. I shot her a look. She met my eyes across the table, lips parted just enough to ...