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“You spitting like that.”
“Not ladylike enough for you?”
“Fuck a lady. I just don’t need any more material for my spank bank today.”
What would I be spitting that could be considered sexual? Cum? Why would I be spitting it? Don’t guys prefer swallowers?
“I’m your stepsister,” I say, because it feels like a good time for the reminder. For both of us.
“Only legally.”
“Yeah, that’s how stepsiblings work, through the legal system, because of marriage.”
My stepbrother doesn’t seem totally convinced.
I’m showing him how to kick his feet when he asks, “What kind of porn do you watch?”
“I thought you said your spank bank was full.”
“Overflowing.”
“You have to have your feet loose, not stiff like how you walk.”
“When you’re watching porn?”
“When you’re swimming. That’s what we’re doing here. Swimming.” I gesture to the massive container of water we’re in. “If you’re kicking your feet while they’re in ninety-degree angles, you won’t go anywhere. Imagine they’re like flippers.”
“Flippers. Got it. So what kind—”
I splash him in the face, cutting off the question I absolutely will not be answering.
He points a finger directly at me. “Hey, I almost drowned. That’s triggering.”
Holding in a laugh, I do it again, this time with more water.
Wet face and all, Khaos closes the distance, grabbing me before I can get away.
The laugh slips out despite my best efforts.
An arm around my middle, he drags me over to the four-foot sign and throws me past it like there’s an invisible barrier between the different depths.
“You can reach right here still, you know?” I point out when I surface.
“Yeah, but you can’t, tiny.”
I laugh even harder. I may be short but I’m not that short. I’ve also been swimming since I was a toddler, so it doesn’t matter whether I can touch the bottom or not.
Diving under, I swim down until my stomach grazes the bottom, then I shoot forward between Khaos’s legs. When he tries to shut them on me, the only thing he catches are the bubbles left in my wake. I whirl around him like a curious fish, dodging the hand he thrusts in my direction.
This is the most fun I’ve had in this pool. In this house.
While escaping one hand, I head right into another. Khaos lifts me up like I weigh nothing.
“You’re like a damn dolphin.”
“If I was a dolphin, I would’ve dragged you down to my sex lair.”
Khaos’s grip on my elbow tightens.
