Imagine your new step brother is a world renowned footballer, qualified to the England national team with a group of incredibly beautiful best friends. And imagine the most handsome of them all, his childhood best friend, could be your boyfriend.
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"Untle Masey, Aunty Mousey" the innocent voice of Summer echoed around the bedroom as the patter of her feet ran towards the bed. "It Christmas!" She giggled, clambering into the bed that the couple were just waking up in. "Happy Christmas, little one!" Maeve smiled, picking the girl up and putting her down on her side of the bed as she was the more awake of the two. The child innocently laughed, wrapping her arms around Maeve's neck, causing Mason to open his eyes with a soft smile at the love of his life's sweet interactions with his adorable niece. "Has Santa been, Summy?" He gasped excitedly, pulling himself up in the bed and resting his hand on Maeve's thigh under the duvet. "Santa!!" Summer screamed excitedly, pouncing off the bed and onto the wooden floor, before sprinting out of the room and down the stairs. "Sorry guys, good morning! Merry Christmas!" Jaz entered the room with a yawn, leaning against the wooden door frame in an oversized checked pyjama top, matching her daughters pyjamas. "Merry Christmas Jaz!" Maeve responded like an excited child. Mason giggled - she was so adorable, so innocent and perfect, yet so un-innocent, so desirable. They all spoke in the bedroom for a few minutes, before Masons sister left them to get up, acknowledging from seeing their shoulders out of the duvet, that neither of them were particularly dressed. She closed the wooden door of one of the spare bedrooms at their parents town house in Portsmouth behind her, leaving the couple in bed. "Merry Christmas, gorgeous," Mason whispered to his girlfriend, pulling her into him and placing a passionate kiss on her lips. Maeve smiled into the kiss, removing his hands from her and pinning them back against the bed as she climbed on top of him, her skin on his. "Merry Christmas, Mase," she whispered against his lips pulling away from the kiss. He kept his eyes locked on hers, then moved them down to her lips, and back up to her caramel iris'. "God you're so beautiful," he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief of how lucky he was. Maeve smiled, placing her lips gently against his, before the moment quickly became filled with passion.
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