Forbidden: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance by Vesper Vaughn

yet," I say darkly. "Now go. His glass is empty."
    The kid wanders away from me back into the crowd. I lean against the wall. I'm hopeful that the worst of the night is over; the whole crowd gathering to nod at me and my new stepsister was horrifying. Tessa. I feel a tingle go down my leg thinking of her name. Fuck, she's gorgeous. And pregnant. And my new sister.
    And 100% off limits.
    The forbidden nature of it awakens my dick. I can feel it rising in my pants. I adjust them hastily and try to think of anything else. My mind wanders to the size of her pregnant stomach. I’m not around pregnant women much. She’s pretty far along, though, anyone could see that. Amazing that her weasel-faced man – Bill? Sal? Perry? – was able to get the deed done. I toss back the rest of my drink bitterly.
    At that moment, a slurred female voice comes over the speakers and distracts me from the thought of another man touching Tessa.
    "Ooookay, ladies and gentlemen," the woman says. I peek out from behind the fern to see an overly-coiffed woman with a face pulled tight by plastic surgery holding the microphone. The quartet players behind her look panicked and stop playing mid-song. "I think that we would all like to see Cassie and Lyle hit the dance floor! Woohoo!" she screeches, the microphone emitting feedback at the excess volume of her scream. Several people instinctively throw their hands up over their ears to protect themselves from the noise. There is a smattering of applause. The woman looks irritated. "Oh come on now, don't be a bunch of fuddy-duddies! I think that the bride and the groom and the bridal party need to get out on the floor and dance!" She turns around and whispers something to the quartet. Within ten seconds, they are playing what sounds unexpectedly like a Styx song. I roll my eyes. Jesus.
    Thankfully nobody's going along with this bullshit.
    Right?
    I look around.
    Shit.
    Somehow, she's managed to get the crowd on her side. The sea of people part and I see my father, drunk already, pulling Cassie out into the middle of the living room floor. Cassie looks reluctant, but there is a flush to her cheeks that implies that she, too, has been enjoying the open bar. I sigh. Well, at least nobody's chanting for me to -
    At that moment, a pair of hands grab me by the arm. "Now, Jax, don't think I didn't see your hulking beast of a frame back here!" Fuck. It's Microphone Lady. She reeks of bourbon. She tugs so hard on my sleeve I'm afraid it's going to rip.
    I try to object but everyone near me has turned around and started clapping. Fuck. I'm going to have to do this, or face my dad's wrath later. I peel Microphone Lady's hands off of my sleeve. She actually slaps my ass as I walk away. I find an opening on the dance floor and stand there somewhat awkwardly, alone. My father and Cassie are twirling, her head on his shoulder.
    I hope against hope that Tessa's gone to piss and that nobody can find her. Pregnant women have bladders the size of peanuts, right? I look across the dance floor and see her face, shiny and slightly sweaty, staring at me. God, she looks better than she did half an hour ago. How is that even possible?
    My dick starts to warm as I think about what she looks like underneath all of that fabric. Gorgeous tits, an ass that won't quit - hell, even her enormous belly doesn't bother me. I've always had a thing for pregnant women, even if I'm not interested in the end result of pregnancy. I fucking hate little kids. Sticky hands, screaming, barfing, pissing, shitting - they're like goo machines that ruin your life.
    There. That did it. My dick relaxes. I'm going to have to remember that for when I'm touching Tessa in a moment. I can't be raising trouser tents on the dance floor. She'll feel it like she did earlier when I caught her in my arms. I cross the floor towards her in two strides, holding out my hand. She looks furious. Yeah, well, I'm not happy about it either. I don't like looking at the merchandise