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the porch. For that matter, Dale might not care if his grown sons had their girlfriends come right through the side door and bring an overnight bag.
    Unlike Mom, the Hannah family seemed that kind of laid back.
    Speculating about Colt and Caine’s behavior was one thing. Sharing a bathroom with my new stepbrothers was something else entirely. Every time I stumbled over a pair of knit jockey shorts, I couldn’t resist picking them up and wondering which stepbrother dropped them. I knew the thrill that raced through me when I held them to my nose was wrong. I figured my lust would send me straight to Hell, but what a way to go.
    One thing had kept me sane to this point—masturbation. My sex life was finally in hyper drive, if only in my mind.
    The shower turned off. I thought I heard footsteps going down the hall, but the thick carpeting had fooled me before. After a couple of unexpected collisions with my stepbrothers in the mornings, I’d resorted to creeping out of my room to shower in the wee hours of the morning, when I was sure everyone else was either gone or asleep. Last night, I’d dozed off before setting an alarm.
    I flung my blanket off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. From Mom and Dale’s room, a bedframe started to squeak. Seriously, guys, give it a rest already.
    When I yanked the bedroom door open, shock rooted me to the floor. “Oh!”
    Across the hall, all that white bath tile framed two bare, muscular asses, set off by tan lines. One stepbrother stood in front of each sink, toothbrushes in hand. Colt’s tanned skin glistened with water.
    Caine stood before the sink closest to the door, ebony waves still tousled from sleep. Muscles rippled in his arms as he moved the brush up and down. Before I could retreat and slam the door, he spat and dropped the brush into the holder, then turned to face me.
    I stared in shock at six-foot-three of buck-naked male. I dropped my gaze from his face, to wide shoulders, to the trail of dark hair that beckoned my gaze lower. My cheeks heated, inspecting the flaccid cock that hung over his balls. He made no effort to cover himself. His sculpted body was so different from mine that I couldn’t look away.
    He curled a hand around the limp flesh and gave a couple of tugs. I stared in fascination as his penis swelled. He moved his fist back and forth along the ever-increasing length, matching the tempo of Dale’s squeaking bed. Part of my mind noted my mother’s moan. My stepfather’s baritone carried down the hall. “You like that, don’t’cha, Red?”
    My nipples hardened. The tingle in the hard points set off an ache between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, but I couldn’t move. I wanted to look away. A voice inside my head shrieked that this was seven shades of wrong, but Caine’s fist held me spellbound. I had no idea cocks could get so big, so fast. Or were covered in thick blue veins that twined around the hard flesh, standing out in sharp relief. Or that the head would look so soft and spongy and glisten with a single drop of—
    “Like what you see, little sister?”
    I jerked my gaze to his face in time to see his arrogant grin. I nearly fell over my feet turning away. Fire swept my cheeks. And I thought you were the nice one. “Sorry, I didn’t know y’all were in there.” I slammed the door and fell against the panel. “I have to get ready. I’ll miss the bus,” I yelled.
    Humiliated, I listened to their chuckles. The sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh was likely one giving the other a high five, something they did often.
    Through the wall, the squeaking bedframe picked up speed. My mother’s soft cries kept time. Dale’s commanding tone carried. “Say it, Macy. Tell me what you want.”
    “Fuck me, Dale. Fuck me hard.”
    This wasn’t my life. I’d wake up any minute now, in my room back in Charlotte. I wasn’t leaning against a door while two hard-bodied males laughed at me. I wasn’t thinking about Caine’s hand