Vacation with my Stepbrother: A Forbidden Stepbrother Romance by Tiffany Madison Page B

that?”
    I sat up in the bed and took a deep breath. There was a desperate throbbing in my crotch. I had woken up from the dream right when it was about to get really juicy and I was still so turned on. A part of me wanted to finish pleasuring myself, but I decided against it. I wasn’t going to let myself continue this strange admiration of my stepbrother. So I kicked my feet over the side of the bed and stood up. Then I glanced at the clock.
    Ten-thirty already?
    It had been two hours since I had fallen asleep. Luckily, though, I was on vacation. So in my mind the night was still young and there was plenty of time for going out to the bars. I opened up my bedroom door and noticed that Danny’s door across the hall was open. I stepped over to it and clicked on the light, expecting to see him asleep in the bed. But the bed was empty.
    “He must have gone to the bars without me.”
    I poked my head in and glanced around. His suitcase was on the bed and some of his clothes were scattered around. The corner of a white envelope was sticking out of the suitcase, drawing my eye and my curiosity toward it. I had no clue what it could be, but since Danny was out of the house, I thought I’d just take a quick peek in his stuff. No big deal. So I tiptoed across the floor and grabbed the large, official-looking envelop out of Danny’s suitcase. In the upper left hand corner, I noticed the return address was from a military base in California; the same military base where Danny had completed his training. I should have stopped right there and put it back in the suitcase. I should have turned around and left Danny’s room. I suppose I should have done a lot of things differently, but I didn’t. Unable to control my curiosity, I opened the envelope. When I pulled out the letter, this is what I saw:
    “Attn: Daniel J. Harrison
    This letter is to inform you that your unit will be deployed to Iraq on July 1 st . You will be serving a minimum of a three-month tour with a maximum of twelve months...”
    The words continued on, but I had read everything that I needed to. A lump built in my throat and my stomach turned. Danny was being sent to war. He had lied to me on the plane when he told me that he didn’t know whether or not he would be going. But I wasn’t upset that he had lied. I assumed he had done so to keep me from worrying. What had me feeling sick to my stomach was that a family member of mine was going to be thousands of miles away, getting shot at and risking his life. I mean I knew that was a possibility when he had first joined the Marines, but I never imagined it would actually come true. For the first time in my entire life I began to feel something for my stepbrother that I hadn’t experienced before: genuine concern. Maybe it was my female instincts or something, but I started to become worried for him. Sure, Danny was tough and arrogant, but that wouldn’t protect him from a bullet. In fact, I figured those attributes would likely end up putting him in harms way.
    This is not good. I don’t want him to leave.
    I couldn’t believe how I was beginning to feel about him. It was shocking that I didn’t want him to go. A few months before and I would have just shrugged and said “Whatever. He’ll be fine.” I didn’t feel that way any more, though. The day of travel with him had given me a new perspective. Danny was now a respectable, genuine and honest man. The thought of losing him made me feel sick.
    “Dammit,” I whispered, as I fixed the suitcase to make it look untouched. “I wonder if he’s told our parents.”
    Suddenly, I heard the front door of the cottage open up. I quickly turned around and ran out of the room, flicking the light off on the way out. Then I walked down the hallway and turned into the living room, where I saw Danny standing in the doorway. He had a light blue dress shirt on and grey slacks. In his hand, was a small bottle of what looked like expensive tequila. He lifted his gaze