was suffering from the heat, but at that moment I made my decision.
I didn’t know what the evening would entail, especially with his little fireman clause, but Simon could have his date. Whatever was going to happen, I had a pretty good feeling that it would be one of the most memorable evenings of my life.
I just wondered if, by the time the morning came around, I was going to be ashamed of calling him my stepbrother for a completely different set of reasons.
I’m starting to think that it’ll never be enough. I could fuck every woman in England, and it won’t make the slightest bit of difference. No matter what I do, no matter who I do, it’s not getting better.
I want her .
I need her.
Jesus.
“Put on your best evening attire,” Emilia had instructed, raising my hopes considerably.
When she knocked on my door at nine o’clock sharp, kitted out in a phenomenally delicious outfit of black and red lace, more than my hopes were raised. She looked fantastic, and I wanted nothing more than to grab her and drag her back to my bedroom.
Her dress was absolutely breathtaking, shimmering in the light and clinging to her body like a second skin. It plunged and circled around her delicious breasts, highlighting the sensual curves of her small but utterly perfect globes. I could feel my tailored pants suddenly becoming very tight indeed as she tilted her head up and gave me a sultry smile.
Oh yeah. No way in hell was that fireman going to touch her again, not after she’s been spoiled by a rugbyman.
Of course, my enthusiasm flagged a little bit when we got to the nightclub. The sign read Quay 78 in flashy, pink neon, and I didn’t need to stare at the clientele to know what this was.
“You’re taking me to a gay bar?” I whispered to her as she took my hand and guided me towards a woman waving enthusiastically in our direction.
“Not just a gay bar. The gay bar. Quay 78 is very trendy,” she answered casually.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but, why ?”
Emilia burst out giggling as we made it over to the woman, conveniently standing near the front of the line. “Simon, this is Lena and Joana. They’re very old friends I frequently go out with,” she explained.
So it wasn’t just a date, it was a double date.
In a trendy gay nightclub.
With my stepsister.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
“And this is Joana’s brother Arthur,” she finished, gesturing towards a man standing near the couple. Arthur was very clearly a hulking stud, the kind of man I’d be jealous of Emilia spending any time alone with…if not for the fact that his flamboyant mannerisms would’ve set off anyone’s gaydar within a half-second of meeting him.
“Pleased to meet you,” Arthur said as we exchanged a hearty handshake.
“Likewise,” I smiled.
“Arthur was my date here a couple years ago, after I won him in a charity auction for his fire station,” Emilia continued, miraculously keeping a straight face as she spoke.
All right, that settled it. It was definitely time to laugh. Sure, this seemed like it was going to be one big joke at my expense, but even I had to admit that it was a funny joke. Besides, tonight was supposed to be all about fun, and I was determined to have fun.
If nothing else, I was going to get to see Emilia in that fuck-me dress for half the night.
“I was a real beast, too. Rawr !” Arthur said sarcastically, winking at me while somehow managing to roll his eyes at the same time.
Clearly Emilia had been talking.
“So, you’re a fireman?” I said, determined to not let this be awkward. Besides, I’d brought this situation entirely on myself.
“Ever since they kicked me out of the band so they could put in that silly cowboy, yes,” he joked. “Don’t tell anyone, but I actually have no idea how to fight fires. They just keep me around for my pretty looks.”
“Oh, don’t listen to him. He’s the best ,” Emilia explained, with very clear
I didn’t know what the evening would entail, especially with his little fireman clause, but Simon could have his date. Whatever was going to happen, I had a pretty good feeling that it would be one of the most memorable evenings of my life.
I just wondered if, by the time the morning came around, I was going to be ashamed of calling him my stepbrother for a completely different set of reasons.
I’m starting to think that it’ll never be enough. I could fuck every woman in England, and it won’t make the slightest bit of difference. No matter what I do, no matter who I do, it’s not getting better.
I want her .
I need her.
Jesus.
“Put on your best evening attire,” Emilia had instructed, raising my hopes considerably.
When she knocked on my door at nine o’clock sharp, kitted out in a phenomenally delicious outfit of black and red lace, more than my hopes were raised. She looked fantastic, and I wanted nothing more than to grab her and drag her back to my bedroom.
Her dress was absolutely breathtaking, shimmering in the light and clinging to her body like a second skin. It plunged and circled around her delicious breasts, highlighting the sensual curves of her small but utterly perfect globes. I could feel my tailored pants suddenly becoming very tight indeed as she tilted her head up and gave me a sultry smile.
Oh yeah. No way in hell was that fireman going to touch her again, not after she’s been spoiled by a rugbyman.
Of course, my enthusiasm flagged a little bit when we got to the nightclub. The sign read Quay 78 in flashy, pink neon, and I didn’t need to stare at the clientele to know what this was.
“You’re taking me to a gay bar?” I whispered to her as she took my hand and guided me towards a woman waving enthusiastically in our direction.
“Not just a gay bar. The gay bar. Quay 78 is very trendy,” she answered casually.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but, why ?”
Emilia burst out giggling as we made it over to the woman, conveniently standing near the front of the line. “Simon, this is Lena and Joana. They’re very old friends I frequently go out with,” she explained.
So it wasn’t just a date, it was a double date.
In a trendy gay nightclub.
With my stepsister.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
“And this is Joana’s brother Arthur,” she finished, gesturing towards a man standing near the couple. Arthur was very clearly a hulking stud, the kind of man I’d be jealous of Emilia spending any time alone with…if not for the fact that his flamboyant mannerisms would’ve set off anyone’s gaydar within a half-second of meeting him.
“Pleased to meet you,” Arthur said as we exchanged a hearty handshake.
“Likewise,” I smiled.
“Arthur was my date here a couple years ago, after I won him in a charity auction for his fire station,” Emilia continued, miraculously keeping a straight face as she spoke.
All right, that settled it. It was definitely time to laugh. Sure, this seemed like it was going to be one big joke at my expense, but even I had to admit that it was a funny joke. Besides, tonight was supposed to be all about fun, and I was determined to have fun.
If nothing else, I was going to get to see Emilia in that fuck-me dress for half the night.
“I was a real beast, too. Rawr !” Arthur said sarcastically, winking at me while somehow managing to roll his eyes at the same time.
Clearly Emilia had been talking.
“So, you’re a fireman?” I said, determined to not let this be awkward. Besides, I’d brought this situation entirely on myself.
“Ever since they kicked me out of the band so they could put in that silly cowboy, yes,” he joked. “Don’t tell anyone, but I actually have no idea how to fight fires. They just keep me around for my pretty looks.”
“Oh, don’t listen to him. He’s the best ,” Emilia explained, with very clear
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