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“Didn’t have time,” Andrew said casually. He pulled Dean into a big hug. “How are you?”

Dean made a grumpy face. “I don’t like being surprised,” he said stiffly.

“Mr. Medina,” Victor said kindly. “We thought you’d be happy to see us.”

Dean looked at Victor like he was vermin. “Who are you again?”

“Victor Gallo,” Victor said. “We’ve met. Twice, I think. But it’s nice to meet you again,” he added. “Thanks so much for not minding that we’re here!” Before Dean could wriggle out of the way, Victor pulled him into a tight hug. I hid a smile behind my hand.

Andrew grinned at me. His eyes clung to my body in my thin nightgown and I blushed when I recognized the blatant look of lust on his handsome, Grecian face.

“Hey little sis,” Andrew said. “How are you?” He pulled me into a hug, sliding his muscular hands over my body and down the curve of my back. When I felt him squeeze my ass, I cried out in delicious surprise. Arousal was flooding my body and I could practically smell the musky juices of my pussy as Andrew kissed me on the cheek. His stubble scraping against my sensitive skin made me shiver.

“We’re here for a quick visit,” Andrew said, pulling away and grinning at Dean. “Hope we’re not putting y’all out!”

Dean’s fake smile wavered, then disappeared completely. “I’m sure your stepmother won’t be thrilled,” he said slowly.

“Who, Carissa?” Andrew smirked. “She loves me.”

“You will refer to my wife by her title, which is your stepmother,” Dean said frostily.

“Or by her name, which is Carissa,” Andrew replied. I was astonished at the carefree, roguish way he talked with Dean. Slowly, I felt like I was beginning to understand why Andrew had chafed under Dean and Mom’s rule. But he was stronger than me – there’s no way Andrew would have put up with the same bullshit that I’d had to go through myself.

“Who keeps saying my name?” Mom demanded, stepping into the kitchen and glaring. She was only wearing a thin robe over her nightgown and her cheeks flushed pink when she saw the pair of handsome men standing in her kitchen. Immediately, she turned to me and glared.

“Hi, Carissa,” Andrew said. “Nice to see you. We brought breakfast,” he added, gesturing to the basket of goodies in Victor’s arms. “This is my friend, Victor.”

Mom turned to me. “Kristin, get upstairs!” She barked loudly. “You’re not decent!”

“We’re all family here,” Andrew said easily. I gasped again – I loved the way he was able to diffuse tension in the house. “I think Kristin’s fine.”

“She looks great,” Victor added. His eyes draped all over my body and I blushed when he stared at my breasts. I could feel that my nipples were stiff, poking two small holes in the cotton of my nightgown. His attention made me feel naughty – just looking at him, I remembered how delicious his tongue had felt, lapping at my asshole.

“Yeah, sis,” Andrew said with a smirk. “You look really great.”

I blushed. “I’ll be back,” I said softly. “I’m going upstairs to change.”

The buzz of voices continued while I tossed my nightgown over my head and wriggled into jeans and a sweater, wearing my new silk panties underneath. I wanted Andrew to come upstairs, to burst into my bedroom and throw me on the bed, but I knew that he wouldn’t try something like that with my parents around, watching us like hawks.

When I went back downstairs, Mom, Dean, Victor, and Andrew were all sitting around the table, sipping at glasses of orange juice.

“Pity,” Andrew called to Victor. “We really should’ve brought champagne for mimosas.”

Mom looked scandalized. “You’re my child,” she said. “You won’t be drinking in this house!”

Andrew snickered. “Carissa, I’m twenty-seven,” he said. “Last time I checked, the drinking age was twenty-one.”

Mom flushed scarlet. Her features turned angry. “My house, my rules,” she said through gritted teeth. “And you won’t be drinking, not when your father and I are around.”

Andrew shook his head and laughed. I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing – how the hell did he manage to stay so cool in the face of Mom’s ridiculous rules?

“Kristin, I don’t know how you stand it here,” Victor teased. He passed me an apple and winked at me. “These rules seem a little strict.”

“Yeah, Sis,” Andrew said. He raised an eyebrow at me and licked his lips, keeping his dark eyes locked with mine. I felt a shiver of arousal and lust course through my body and I shifted in my chair. My pussy was soaking wet, and the crotch of my panties was rubbing against my skin, making me feel intolerably horny.

“This is our house,” Mom said stiffly. “And we make the rules. Kristin does not pay rent, therefore she is obligated to do as we say.”

Andrew snickered. “She’s twenty-two, Carissa,” he said. Every time he called my mom by her given name, she flinched. It was almost enough to make me giggle.

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