I break the eye contact before I get lost in his for good. I also realize that my legs are decussated, perhaps to stamp down that irritating throb between my legs. I don’t understand why my cheeks are burning with rosiness even after breaking eye contact. Him? He should not get me this hot, for goodness sake! I mean, Joe? “What are you not used to that is getting you to blush like a sweet sixteen, huh? Seeing a hot guy like me, or you being called gorgeous?” He asks as he fiddles with his trimmed field hockey beard. He is as annoying as ever. But in a way, I hate to admit that he is right. I mean, this is him, my stepbrother, the ever-annoying one. Why am I aroused by him? Am I even normal? What sort of abominable affection is this? I should have jumped right on his ass as soon as I saw him, cursing him for making me leave my busy schedule and come all the way here, yet here I am, ogling him as if he were a piece of meat that I could devour in a minute. What the fuck? Sweet sixtee
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