My Sister’s Boyfriend – The Forbidden Fun Read online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
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Luckily for me, my desk is a mess and it genuinely looks like I’ve been working hard. A smile tugs at my lips. It seems Fate is stepping in to lend a helping hand.

“Well, don’t wait up for me tonight,” Angela says, tossing her blonde hair over one shoulder with a swish. I can’t help but sigh. Of course, she’s going out because Angela never stays home, not even on weeknights. She needs to hold court with her sycophants, after all.

“What’s the plan tonight?” I ask, pretending not to care.

My sister’s eyes grow devious.

“You know, the same old, same old,” she smiles mysteriously while backing out of my room. “Well, you have fun, Catherine,” she says, her voice growing muffled as the door shuts. “I don’t know what you do for fun, but I hope you enjoy yourself tonight.”

Wow, what an insult. It’s always so easy for my sister to coat her words with barbs. Pressing my lips into a tight line, I wonder how my life would be if Angela and I swapped places. Would I be as popular as her? Would my hair flow in blonde waves, and not frizz out on me because of the heat?

Sighing, I turn back to my desk before glancing around my messy room. At least I won’t have to hear Angela and Hunter going at it like rabbits in heat tonight. Maybe I can actually get some work done now. I stand and move to my desk. Pulling out the chair, I slip into the tight space and boot up my laptop.

Of course, Mesa College’s homepage pops up, and what do you know, but there’s a full-size picture of Hunter and Angela at the last football game together. He looks absolutely gorgeous in his tight blue and gold uniform, with one arm draped around my pretty blonde sister. And for once, my sister doesn’t look devious. Instead, she gazes up at Hunter with adoring eyes, as if worshipping the man.

My heart cracks a bit while taking in the image on the screen. He’s handsome and she’s perfect. They’re like the Prom King and Queen. Destined for greatness, in every arena.

But where does that leave me? Certainly, I’m not even a member of the Prom Court, much less a Prom Queen. Instead, I’m just plain old Catherine, with my nerdy ways and frizzy hair. And yet, I can’t help but dream. Sometimes, in my romance novels, the hot, hunky man ends up with the little mouse of a girl with the good personality and sweet ways. Could that ever happen to me?

2

Catherine

Light pours in through the crack of the window, and the warm sun kisses my face. As I open my eyes, I see Hunter’s face, with its chiseled features and strong jaw. Those deep blue irises seem to darken as he looks at me, and one large hand trails down my cheek …

Then I sit up, shaking the sleep from my head. That dream seemed so real. He was here, touching, kissing, and nibbling on body parts. A small sob escapes my lips as I realize that it was just a fantasy. I wanted to wake up with him beside me, his strong arm curled around my curves, holding me close to his broad form.

Unfortunately, even if my mind knew it was a dream, my body hadn’t quite gotten the message. Pulling up the covers I noticed that my curves are flushed, and my panties are wet and tucked in the bottom of the sheets. Drat. Again.

A rap on my door startles me.

“Don’t you have class this morning? Shouldn’t you get a move on it?” Angela sings through the wood. That smarmy tone tells me that something’s up. Most likely, Hunter’s coming over again for more sexy time. My cheeks flared. Oh god, no. I can’t be here when he arrives because it would be too embarrassing. Somehow, he’d know that I’d been dreaming of him.

“Tick tock, little sis,” Angela says with a giggle as I tumble out of bed. The sheet wrapped around my foot, holding it prisoner and causing me to fall onto the floor. I landed hard on my face as I fought for my freedom.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, scrubbing my cheek of the ache. All my school stuff was on the floor in one big jumbled mess, but it didn’t matter. With my head spinning and heart thumping, I didn’t have time to remember what classes I had. I piled everything into my bag and flung it onto my desk chair. My sister was right, the clock was ticking and if I didn’t hurry, I would be late. Even worse, I’d see Hunter as he arrived for Round 2.

Scrambling to the closet, I grabbed the first thing my fingers touched and threw it on. There was no time left to check the cuteness factor because I had to be out the door and fast. Without a second glance, I grabbed my bag and pulled open the bedroom door.


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