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Mile-High Brat: A Taboo Discovery
Courtney woke up too quickly from a sex dream and the worst part is that she doesn’t have time to masturbate to a full orgasm. She has to rush to the airport to catch a flight with her stepbrother Tyson.
Stuck for six hours on a plane. With her handsome brother. Desperately HORNY!
But what if they made things more interesting by talking about the Mile-High Club? And what if Courtney was willing to try it?
Out of the blue, the plane hit a tiny pocket of turbulence and I found myself losing balance. I tumbled forward and Tyson caught me. Most importantly, he didn’t let me go.
I stared up into his eyes. Neither of us moved. I realized my hands were on his well-defined chest, his muscles hard under my fingers.
“Thanks,” I whispered lamely.
And still we were immobile. I breathed in his cologne once more but there was more than that. It was his scent, his own musky aroma. I hadn’t smelled something like that since my last real boyfriend six months ago. Heat flared between my legs.
Oh God, what was wrong with me?!
He was my brother! I blamed how I felt on the sex dream from this morning. It wasn’t because the man I had imagined screwing had looked like him. No, it was because I was still keyed up, because I hadn’t been satisfied and had no idea when I would be.
I had to get out of here, anything so that I didn’t make a fool of myself. But I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. I loved how Tyson felt against me, his body heat enveloping me in such a protective, soothing way.
He was staring right back into my eyes and it made it even harder for me to let go. Would he go ballistic if he found out about these outlandish thoughts going through my head? And dammit, why was I still getting aroused?!
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
His words knocked my breath away. “I am?”
“Courtney, please. You know you’re beautiful. You’re gorgeous, always been.”
My heart swelled with love. “Thanks.”
“But I think today is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked.”
Okay, this was getting weird. I had to defuse the situation. “It’s the dress. I should’ve worn jeans.”
“No, it’s you. Can I confess something, little sister?”
“When we were younger, I… I would’ve given anything to be standing this close to you.”