in love with my stepbrother
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He hover no top me " are you still a virgin ?" he asked
" obviously...... I was trained in a strict family so you don't expect me go sleeping around with men " I said
" have you had your first kiss ?"
" you're my stepbrother and two years older than I am ..........get off me and stop asking me silly questions "
He still hold my hands above my head " have you had your first kiss? "
" fine .....no geez "
" can I steal that ?"
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