Sinful Affair: My Stepbrother Is My Student

Twice As Forbidden

KIARA FALLS

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I woke up to the sound of a painful moan…

My painful moan.

I could feel callus palms caressing my bare chest and my face respectively. I sucked in a breath when the hand on my chest drifted lower, settling on my equally bare waist and drawing closed circles on that spot…

“Oh, Dave…” I moaned again.

This time, it was less painful. Not painful at all.

It was an expectant moan. A moan that should tell my man that he needed to stop teasing me as I have missed him so much.

But when he didn't stop teasing me with his hands, which shouldn't be callus— Dave had the smoothest palms. I usually envy the softness and smoothness of his hands— I decided to spell it out to him by saying, “Stop teasing me… where have you been hiding?”

My morning voice— I assumed it was morning already because my body was well-rested— came out low, barely a whisper.

I got my response just as I felt Dave’s hot breath on my face, “I have always been here, Baby. I didn't leave you. I will never tease you again and I promise to be the best bro—”

Huh?

That voice… that voice wasn't Dave’s voice.

Just like… just like the hands on my naked body weren't his!

My eyes flew open in an attempt to confirm my suspicions and save myself from whoever was touching me and whispering beautiful nonsense to me.

However, my sudden movement worked against me because the minute I jerked, the callus hand on my waist snatched me into the bare hard chest that wasn't Dave’s. Still. I froze, my taunt nîpples pressed against a chest that radiated heat and threatened to get another moan out of me.

“Let me go!” I cried, fighting back the frustration that had suddenly sneaked into my veins, spreading through me like blood itself.

“No, Em.” The voice came again, waking my senses completely, and my eyes widened as cruel realization sank into my initially excited mind, “I will never let you go, Emma. You can't leave me alone again. I want to come with you and Mom and—”

Jàckass?

The voice, the hands, the musky minty smell mixed with the repelling smell of alcohol coupled with other disgusting smells belonged to no one else but Jàckàss- my annoying student and obviously delusional soon-to-be stepbrother.

Jack Miller…

Jack fûcking Miller was in the same bed with my well-rested but completely naked body. To make matters worse, his chest was equally bare and his morning wood was poking me in the most dangerous zone.

To flip the table, he was holding me right against him like I was the only person that mattered to him. He spoke to me like that as well and I was defenseless against his hold. Looking at him was also impossible as he had my face buried in the crook of his neck, holding my head in place as he spoke and perceived my hair like the maniac he was.

“Open your eyes, Jack! I am not her and I need you to release me now!” I gritted, struggling against his body but that just turned me on and his morning wood grew even bigger.

Before I knew it, Jack pulled back a bit like he wanted to take a look at me, and I thought it would be a good idea to make use of that opportunity to snatch myself away from him and save myself from the looming embarrassment.

However, that didn't work in my favor.

It was as if the universe was hèllbent on disgracing me.

Because why would Jack’s lips be crashing on mine despite my attempt to get away from him? Why on earth?

Initially, my drunk student aimed to kiss my cheeks obviously still thinking I was his Emma but my struggles caused his lips to lose direction and I ended up getting kissed on the lips by a teenager!

Holy cow!

“What do I do-” My thoughts were cut short when I felt a pair of succulent lips molded on mine letting me know that while Jack’s palms were rough his lips were the opposite.

And yes, I shouldn't be thinking about his sweet his lips tasted but I just couldn't help it.

This shouldn't be happening but it was and a tiny part of me enjoyed the kiss even though it was twice as forbidden.

A kiss with my student was forbidden.

Kissing my soon to he brother was also forbidden.

Plus I was in bed with him, naked, pressed against him, and had my needy core on his enlarged groin…

Thankfully, he wasn't naked waist down.

“Emma…” Jack mumbled when the kiss ended just as fast as it started.

For someone who was drunk, he wasn't sloppy at all and the kiss did things to me. Unspeakable things were done to me and it took thinking about Dave for me to recall that I was in a tight spot.

“I love you and want you back home with me, Em…” Jack muttered and that also helped to fuel my energy and determination even though he wasn't talking about me…

I still felt disgusted when I heard “I love you and want you back…” despite knowing that he was talking to his sister in his drunken state.

But I wasn't his sister so I did the one thing I knew would help me escape him.

Wicked but yes, I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. Not hard enough to break his jewels but hard enough to weaken him long enough to escape his arms.

I thought I would be fast and lucky enough to cover my nakedness but the minute Jack groaned out in pain, the alcohol in his system seemed to wane and his eyes cleared as well, setting on my red face before they traveled down to my naked chest.

“Close your dàmn eyes, Perv!” I found myself yelling while Jack remained on the floor beside the bed staring at me like he was trapped in his own head and the pain I caused him when I kicked his balls…

But he was still looking at me.

I jolted out of the bed and pulled the thick duvet without hesitation, wrapping it around my body, and glared at Jack who was still unmoving… unresponsive.

He just saw my naked thick àss and boôbs… how could he be unfazed?

My insecurities began to eat me rapidly even though I shouldn't be seeking validation from someone like Jack… he wasn't Dave.

He was one of those men who preferred to look at slim curvy models instead of thick nerdy professors like myself.

“Get out, Jack,” I uttered, angrily.

Who was he to insult me with his gaze?

I fought back the soul-drenching embarrassment that nudged at the back of my mind and continued to glare at Jack.

Instead of scrambling to his feet and rushing out of the room as anyone would expect from a drunk teenager who just kissed his professor and soon-to-be sister, Jack rose to his feet, taking his time as he hissed as if he was a pissed and wounded snake, “You should be the one to get out…”

Bewildered, I scoffed, shaking my head, “You have got to be kidding me, Child! Get your àss out of here before—”

“Don't you ever call me that!” Jack countered, snarling at me. “I am not a child and as far as I know, I have every right to throw you out of this room because you don't belong here. So get out while I am being nice!”

I inhaled sharply, horrified as undeniable rage sparked within Jack’s green orbs. His chiseled jawline was tight as he clenched his teeth and balled his fist to contain what I knew was anger.

“You are right.” I let out. “I don't belong here. So I will leave.”

I should never have agreed to spend the night here anyway. If I had gone home, this brat wouldn't have— none of this craziness would have happened.

So, with shame, I held the duvet close to my chest, and tightly, I started taking steps towards the door, wanting nothing more than an escape… from his eyes and all of him.

I could only pray that he wouldn't recall the kiss or think about my body… that could only happen if he lost his memories. Fûck!

Shouldn't I be angry too? I have been disrespected and harassed by this dîck but deep down within me, I knew I harassed him just as much as he did me.

Snap out of it, Kiara Annie Falls!

I snapped at myself.

However, that was nothing compared to Jack’s snap when he asked with the same unwavering anger, “Where do you think you are going with—”

“I knew you were dumb but when did you become blind as well?” I snapped right back. “J am leaving like you want, you mannerless JERK.”

Jack tilted his head, unamused as he etched, “Then drop the duvet, you rude intruder! You shouldn't steal after making use of someone else’s room.”

“You want me to drop the duvet?” I questioned with disbelief, ignoring the fact that he just insulted me…

Jack nodded, “Are you suddenly deaf, Professor?”

I muttered in embarrassment and anger, “You do know I am in nothing but my birthday suit under this duvet, right? Why would I drop it—”

“Because it doesn't belong to you, dàmmit!” Jack barked at me.

Unable to take his cràp anymore, I yelled, “I am fûcking naked, JERK! Do I have to spell that out to you?”

“Do I look like I care?” Jack responded blankly. He took a step closer to me as he added, “It's not like I haven't seen it before. What you have is nothing special and I won't let you—”

The next thing I knew, my palm was crashing against Jack’s cheek, and it stung but not as much as my self-respect.

So he deserved that slap.

But to my surprise, the slap didn't make any difference. Jack didn't even fling when he repeated, “Drop the dàmn duvet, professor.”

“Or what?” I countered, daring him to keep acting up.

“Or I will strip it off you before throwing you out.”

He retorted and I could tell it wasn't a threat. It was a warning.