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soft enough to be feminine. Her hips were rounded. And that ass. Holy fuck that ass. If he could have his way, he’d bend her over and fuck the tight little hole until she couldn’t sit. “Yeah. Still, she’s like our sister.”
    “Step-cousin...I think. And not technically even that anymore. Her father’s been dead for four years.”
    “But we more or less grew up together.”
    “No, we didn’t. She came to visit on the weekends, and we pretended not to notice when she grew tits. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t want her back then.”
    “Okay, so what? I never acted on it. I never so much as touched her.”
    “And that was probably the right thing to do...then. Now...? You’re an adult. She’s an adult.” Cody shrugged.
    “I don’t know.” The image of her lying right there, where he was sitting, flashed through his mind. She’d looked so sexy, her pretty legs parted, her hand gliding down to cup her smooth-shaven mound. Her nipples had been hard little points, and even now, he was salivating, thinking about flicking his tongue over them.
    “Well, if you can’t, I can.”
    “No.”
    “I will if she kisses me like that.” Cody cleared his throat. “I’ll find a way to give her what she needs. That was one hell of a kiss.”
    “No, you can’t. Hell no.” Justin felt his fingers clench as a shot of adrenaline shot through his body. He’d never wanted to punch his brother before. Not until now. Now, he was thinking he might pummel him until he couldn’t see. Couldn’t Cody see what he was asking? What he was demanding? “No. Fucking. Way.”
    “Back off. You’re not her father.” Cody threw a rock into the water. It skipped across the surface before sinking into the murky shadow. “And you’re not my father either.”
    “I know. But we--“
    “But what? We’re too fucked up to love her? To deserve her? How about we let her decide that?”
    “Of course--”
    “Right. So if she’s looking for some love, I’m not going to tell her she can’t have it.”
    “You’re an asshole.”
    “No. I’m a normal guy who wants a beautiful woman. A beautiful willing woman.” Cody stood. “You need to accept reality, bro. Obviously, she doesn’t think of you as her big brother anymore. She wants you. Either give her what she wants or step aside and let me try.” Cody took off, up the path that led back to the house, leaving Justin standing there in the dark, his dick so hard he could bust concrete with it, and his body so tight from fury he couldn’t move.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
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    Candi sat up. It was no use. It was too fucking hot to sleep. And that kiss kept playing over and over and over in her head, making her that much hotter. She’d already masturbated twice. Her fingers still smelled of her musky sweet juices. But, still, she was tight all over, and her mind wouldn’t shut down.
    She needed another kiss.
    Or, better yet, she needed what that kiss had promised.
    “Like that’s going to happen,” she whispered as she padded barefoot across the old, creaky wood floor toward the window.
    There was no breeze. The air outside was still and muggy. In the distance, she heard the rumble of thunder. She saw the flicker of lightning far off to the north.
    “What am I doing here? What?”
    She told herself she’d come back here for some closure. After breaking up with her boyfriend and losing her job, she’d decided to make a move. Back home. She’d needed to see them--Justin and Cody. They’d haunted her thoughts and dreams for a long, long time, and she’d finally come to the conclusion, after drowning her sorrows in way too many margaritas, that she would never be able to have a healthy, solid relationship with a man until she either hooked up with one or both of the Dean brothers, or finally put that idea to rest.
    It was looking like the latter would most likely happen. Not the former.
    But then there was a soft knock. The