Stepbrother Affairs (The Monroe Family Secrets Book 3) by Lauren Branford Page B

Lydia said to Sebastian. With that, they walked toward the house. Just before entering the doorway, Lydia shot me a look that made my dick hard.
     

Brother and Sister
    Audrey
                  In order to keep compliant with our agreement, Michael and I spared no time appearing that our sibling affection had grown. The day following Darla’s vanishing, we shared a horse together, riding bareback down the path. I looked above to see that the sun was blocked by an onslaught of gray clouds.
                  “It’s getting quite stormy,” I said to Michael.
                  “The cold fronts are mixing with the warm,” he said staring at the sky. “Thunder will soon sound.”
                  I could hear the smugness behind Michael’s tone. He always tried to spew the little amount he knew about science, politics, and more just to prove that he was eclectic. I resisted the temptation to put him in his place.
                  “So sad to see Sebastian like that,” I added.
                  “Spare me,” Michael said with an emotionless tone. I took offense to his demeanor.
                  “Explain,” I demanded tersely.
                  “I bet your are tingling between your legs with excitement now that your competition is out of the way.”
                  “Competition?” I laughed. “Darla was hardly that.”
                  “So now it’s okay to speak ill of her.”
                  “It’s not like she’s dead, Michael,” I retorted.
                  “Still,” he warned. “You’ve got to be careful that they don’t discover the two of you.”
                  “I could say the very same to you, brother,” I reminded him. Michael was clearly trying to get ahead in our discussion. While I would allow him to spew some of his mindless drivel, I wouldn’t permit him to find a higher platform.
                  “You are incorrigible,” Michael looked back at me with a glare. “Furthermore, you don’t frighten me, sister.”
                  “I wasn’t attempting to scare you, Michael,” I replied. “But I know that father was.”
                  “How do you mean?” Michael asked while obviously attempting conceal his worry at this new piece of information.
                  “Yesterday,” I began. “His display toward Sebastian was likely to show you who is the man of the house.”
                  “Hardly!” Michael scoffed.
                  “I’m serious,” I continued. “He wanted to show that he was stronger than Sebastian.”
                  “What does that have to do with me?”
                  “Sebastian is a built man, Michael. I’m afraid that I can’t say that you compare to him in strength.”
                  “Fuck you!” Michael yelled. I could see that I was finally drumming a nerve.
                  “Get as angry with me as you’d like, brother,” I concluded. “However, this wasn’t just about our father’s quick temper. He may seem out of the loop on social connections in which he isn’t directly involved, but that is hardly the case.”
                  “So do you think that he knows about you and Sebastian?”
                  “Don’t try to play that one on me.”
                  “No, Audrey, don’t you try to play this on me ,” Michael scolded. “I know how manipulative you are when you want something. And you always want something; especially if you’ve been told that you aren’t allowed to have it. Sebastian is just another pawn in the great chess board of Audrey Monroe.”
                  “I’m so glad that my brother can attack my character with such ease,” I said. “You’re a piece of work,