I glared at my stepbrother Alex, barely holding back the urge to throw my shoe at his face for the 101st time. All because of him, I was stuck wasting my Saturday here instead of going swimming with Ava. Now I had to sit in Edward’s therapy office with him.

Forget to say, Edward was my stepfather.

This morning, Alex mocked me again for wearing a short skirt, saying my legs were too thick and that I probably cracked the floor when I walked.

Yes I'm not skinny — I'm 150 pounds, wear glasses, and have a round, chubby face — I knew I wasn't exactly the kind of girl boys turned around to stare at. But hearing it from Alex still got me so mad that I lunged at him and grabbed a fistful of his messy black hair. He shoved me back, but his hand ended up landing right on my breaast.

My scream brought Mom running downstairs. She was completely fed up with us fighting every single day. She gave us two choices: either come to my stepfather to learn how to behave, or lose our allowances for the next six months.

Obviously, only an idiot would pick the second option.

The office was quiet, its light beige walls adorned with abstract watercolor paintings.

I sat stiffly on the edge of the sofa, my knees pressed together.

Across from us sat my stepfather. Or rather, Dr. Edward, who was a well-known therapist in Aspen Ridge. He was almost forty but looked much younger, tall and broad-shouldered.

Even beneath his neatly pressed shirt, it was obvious he worked out regularly. His dark brown hair was perfectly combed, and the short stubble along his jaw only made him look more intimidating.

He rested his clasped hands on his lap while those calm, sharp eyes moved between Alex and me. Neither of us said a word.

For some reason, I was always a little scared of him. He wasn't loud, and he rarely got angry. Whenever I complained about Alex, he calmly lectured him. Whenever Alex complained about me, he lectured both of us. His favorite line never changed. "You're siblings, not enemies."

Alex leaned back comfortably. "So, Dad—"

"There is no ‘Dad' in this room." Edward interrupted him immediately. His deep voice filled the office. "You will address me as Dr. Edward."

Alex sighed dramatically. "Fine." He spread his hands. "So, Dr. Edward… how exactly are you planning to fix us?"

"Since that traditional talk therapy hasn't been effective." Edward studied us for a moment. "So we'll be trying a different psychological approach."

Alex frowned. "What kind of approach?"

Instead of answering him, Edward looked directly at me. Then his gaze shifted to Alex. "The root of the conflict between the two of you..." He paused just long enough to make both of us uneasy. "is that you're sexually attracted to each other."

The room fell completely silent.

"…but neither of you has ever been willing to face it."

My heart sank right into my stomach. I stared at Edward, waiting for him to say he was joking. But he just sat there, calm as ever.

Alex laughed, but it sounded nervous. "This is ridiculous. She's my stepsister."

Edward didn't blink. "Denial is normal in these cases. But the body doesn't lie, Alex. I've seen how you look at her when she walks around the house. And you, Katie" he turned to me, "You choose short skirts and tight clothes around him on purpose. You want his attention."

My face burned hot. I wanted to argue, but the words got stuck in my throat. He wasn't completely wrong. Alex was the star quarterback at school. Tall, good-looking, with that messy black hair and cocky smile that made half the girls in our grade crazy.

Even though he said mean things to me all the time, I sometimes wore shorter skirts just to see if he would notice. To prove I wasn't just the chubby nerd girl everyone ignored. I wanted him to see that I had a body too.

I stayed quiet.

Alex frowned. "So what does that even mean?"

Edward stood up slowly. He walked to the door, turned the lock with a soft click, and came back to stand right in front of us. My heart started racing so hard I could hear it in my ears.

I glanced at Alex. He looked just as confused as I felt.

"Both of you," Edward said, his voice steady, "take off your clothes."

Alex and I spoke at the same time.

"What?"

"You heard me. Down to your underwear." Edward continued like he hadn't just said something crazy. "If we’re going to solve the problems between you two once and for all, we need total honesty. No hiding. No shame."

Alex shot up from the sofa. "Dad, this is absolutely insane! You can't be serious."

Edward put a hand on Alex's shoulder. "You're free to refuse. But then I'll have to tell your mother that you chose the six-month no-allowance option instead."

Alex's mouth opened, then closed. He looked at me, then back at his dad. I knew that look. Neither of us wanted to lose our money for half a year.

Alex sat back down, jaw tight.

Edward looked at me next and gave a small nod.

My stomach flipped. Should I really trust him? He was my stepfather and a doctor, but this felt completely wrong. At the same time, the idea of Alex seeing me neked… it made me feel hot in a strange way.

My cheeks burned, and I took a shaky breath, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

This is crazy. This is so fking crazy.

Still, my hands moved almost on their own. I stood up slowly and began undressing.

I pulled my top over my head first, then unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stood there in just my brra and paties.

My breeasts are pretty big, and they felt like they were almost spilling out of my brra.

I quickly sat back down on the sofa and pressed my legs together tight. I could already feel myself getting wet down there. I really hoped it didn't show through the fabric.

Alex's eyes went wide. I saw he swallowed hard. Edward's gaze changed too. His eyes looked darker now, sharper behind his glasses.

My niples had gotten hard, and they were clearly poking against my brra. I felt so embarrassed, but I didn't cover myself.

"Your turn, Alex," Edward said.

Alex stayed quiet for a long moment. Then he stood up. He took off his shirt, showing his toned chest and abs from all the football practice. Next he pushed down his shorts. He was left in just his boxers. The front was bulging a lot. I could clearly see the shape of his diick pressing against the material. He was hard.

"Very good," Edward said. He took Alex's hand and placed it right on my brest. "Touch her. Feel what you've been avoiding all this time."

Alex sat down close to me. His body felt warm, almost hot. His hand shook a little at first. Then he gently cupped my brest. His thumb moved over my niple through the thin brra. I gasped and my back arched without me meaning to.

God that felt good.

Edward looked at me. "Now you. Put your hand on Alex's diick. Touch him too."

I hesitated, then my hand moved slowly toward Alex's lap. Through his underwear, I could feel how big and hard he was. I tried to wrap my fingers around it, but I was clumsy. I didn't really know what I was doing.

I looked up at Edward, my voice small. "Edwa-Dr. Edward… I—I can't… I don't know how."

Edward stepped closer, towering over me.

Without a word, he took my wrist in his large hand, moved away from Alex's diick, and placed it directly onto the massive bulge in his own pants.

My eyes widened in shock.

Wait… this is Edward's… Oh my God, that's my stepfather's coock, much harder than Alex's.

My heart hammered wildly in my chest.

Edward slowly guided my hand up and down along his thick length. "Good girl, just like that."

Beside me, Alex's breathing grew ragged too. He reached behind me, unzipped my brra, and my heavy brests popped out. His fingers immediately found my sensitive niples, pinching and rolling them.

One was my stepfather.

The other was my stepbrother.

This was so fking wrong… yet my body was betraying me completely. A rush of slick heat kept dripping between my thigns, my pvssy throbbing with forbidden arousal.

Edward groaned deeply in pleasure. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his diick, thick and pulsing right in front of my face.

He cupped the back of my head and slowly guided me closer.

“Swallow it,” he murmured, voice dark with lust.