Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel 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?”

I blinked, snapping out of whatever trance I had fallen into. Her brows furrowed slightly; her lips parted as if she were about to say more.

“What the hell are you wearing?” I blurted, my voice harsher than I intended.

Kasmine’s eyes widened, and she stepped back instinctively, crossing her arms over her chest. “Excuse me?”

“That—” I gestured vaguely at her outfit, struggling to keep my eyes on her face. “That skirt is too tight. And that blouse…” I swallowed hard, “It’s inappropriate for work.”

Her expression shifted from confusion to incredulity. “What? Kester, this is professional. It’s just a blouse and a skirt! What’s your problem?”

“It’s distracting,” I snapped, my frustration spilling over.

“Distracting?” Kasmine’s lips curved into a disbelieving smile, “For who, exactly?”

There she got me. Of course, I was the one she was distracting.

“Just… change into something else,” I said, my voice lower now, barely masking the strain.

Kasmine’s jaw tightened, and she tilted her head. “You can’t be serious. You’re my boss, not my wardrobe consultant. I’m not changing.”

“You live under my roof, Kasmine,” I shot back, taking a step toward her as she took two steps backward, “You’ll do exactly as I say. Go in there and change into something else, and meet me in the car,” I ordered and walked out on her.

I felt more at ease as I stared at her through the glass pane separating my office from hers. She sat at her desk, her hair swept over one shoulder.

I had put her right next to my office where I could see and know what she was up to every time.