My Brothers Replacement

My Brothers Replacement

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This is a love story. My name is Crimson Radke. Yes before you freak out I am Ronnie radkes sister. I love him to death. He has taken a big part of helping me as a child even since our mother left. He is a bit controlling, but I am so glad he broke up with those back stabbers that ditched him. I really love the guys in Escape The Fate. Max was apart of my life forever. My brother decided to take me on tour this year. Hopefully I'll get to see the guys. I am not to happy they choose a new singer. I had to admit the new singer was hot. I couldn't help myself. Please don't tell Ronnie.
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[brother's best friend & rockstar] Juliette has sworn off players and bad boys after her last boyfriend. But when her brother gets her a spot as the photographer for his friend, rockstar and notorious playboy, Logan Alexander's tour, she finds that may be easier said than done. He puts her self control to the test, but Logan, with his walls built up sky high, never expected that she would test his too. 18+ only! Fair warning that there will be explicit sexual content. -------------- "I don't think I believe you don't want my hands on you, Freckles. The look in your eyes tells a different story. You want to know what I think?" He asked and I was silent, the feeling of his fingers, now swirling below my navel, was overwhelming me. "I think you can't stop thinking about me. I think you have been dreaming about the way I touched you." My breath caught in my throat and the look on his face told me he could tell. "I bet you even touched yourself, thinking about the way my cock felt pressed against your thin little panties." Every inch of my body was burning so hot I thought smoke might start rising from my skin. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and it was stoking something inside me I didn't know existed. "Did you make yourself cum thinking about losing control with me, Princess?" I gulped, the words stuck deep in my throat. He was right but I couldn't give him that satisfaction. I bit my lip and shook my head, unable to summon words. "So if I were to slide my fingers down," His hand slipped inside the top of my jeans, toying with the lace of my panties, "into your sweet, little pussy, you're saying you wouldn't be all wet for me, Freckles?" I was practically panting. What was I doing before this? I couldn't seem to remember how I got here anymore. I shook my head, no. "Should we test that theory, baby?"

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