Pregnant by My Stepbrother Read Online Cassandra Dee

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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
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“You said you had an announcement,” I rumble, following her as she moves into the kitchen. “What is it?”

“I’ll tell you after dinner,” she coos. “But for now, can you get that dish for me?” she asks, pointing to a pan on the top shelf. She looks delicious with one arm stretched over her head, her big boobies straining, and again, I’m tempted to push her down on the kitchen island right here and start making love. But then she shoots me a knowing glance, and I cave.

“Alright, I can wait,” I say, retrieving the pan for her. “But what are we having for dessert?”

She giggles and winks. “Your favorite, of course. Cheesecake.”

“Mmm, sounds great,” I growl into her ear while coming up behind the curvy girl and slipping my arms around her waist. Her curves are luscious, and she playfully swats at me.

“None of that, Mr. Carlton. You just sit yourself down in the living room while I get everything ready.”

“Alright, alright.” I press a kiss to her temple before I head over to the fridge. “Want a beer while you cook, honey?”

“No, but thanks. Maybe later.”

I don’t have to, but I walk past her on the way to the living room and run my hands suggestively over her hips one more time. She giggles and swats at me again, but I manage to avoid her attack. Then, I stroll into the living room and fall into my armchair before turning on ESPN for highlights of the football game I missed last night. The beer is cold, and I sink into the armchair, utterly boneless. Man, this is the life.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so happy, to be honest. It feels right to have Lina here, and I love that she’s cooking for us. Of course, I’m not so bad in front of the stove myself, but the curvy girl likes to whip up a special meal on occasion. Suddenly, there’s a squeal and I sit up.

“Tim,” Lina calls, “where do you keep the band-aids?”

“Hold on.” I fetch the first-aid kit from the bathroom and practically run into the kitchen. I find Lina wincing as she holds her finger under a cool stream of running water. It looks like she’s got a small cut, nothing more.

“What happened?” I ask. As a matter of habit, I disinfect my hands with hand sanitizer and pull on a pair of rubber gloves. “Let me see, sweetheart. It’s not bad, is it?”

She turns off the water and sighs a bit, showing me. “I was throwing away the plastic lid of the graham cracker crust and somehow, it sliced me as I was stuffing it into the trash. Pretty stupid, huh?”

I shake my head as blood wells on her pointer finger. “It could have happened to anyone, sweetheart. You’re not stupid at all.”

“Am I going to need stitches?” she frowns.

I dab at it gently with a cotton ball and examine it. “Nope. Even though there’s a lot blood, the cut’s not deep.” I grin at her. “You won’t need anything more than a band-aid.” Then, I stick on a band-aid and kiss the back of her hand.

“My hero,” she sighs, throwing her arms around my neck. “I’m almost done here, so do you want to set the table?”

“Sounds like a plan, beautiful.” I kiss her forehead, and then get to work. Who knew that Tim Carlton could be so domestic? But it feels right, and with a grin, I lay out the dishes in preparation for our meal.

After finishing dinner, we settle into my couch with full stomachs, and I let Lina talk me into putting on The Sound of Music. It’s an amusing movie with Julie Andrews and seven children running around a hilltop while belting out songs at the top of their lungs. But I’m more entranced by my woman. Lina knows almost all of the words and would be content to mouth along to every line the characters say if I didn’t pull her into my lap during one especially dorky scene.

“Oh,” she giggles. “Is it time for this part of the night?”

I squeeze her soft ass. “You know it is,” I growl in her ear. “I knew you wanted to watch this movie, so guess what I have prepared?”

Her cheeks blush.

“What we talked about at the botanic garden right?”

I pull her in for a long kiss, both of us panting when I break away.

“That’s right, sweetheart. I have a huge new box of condoms in the drawer there, just like we discussed. King size,” I add, waggling my brows.

“Oh my god, you’re so bad!” she giggles. But evidently, Lina’s done with The Sound of Music too because she plucks the flower from her hair and then runs it teasingly between her breasts. “Are you ready, Tim?” she asks coyly. “Because I know I am.”


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