My Sister’s Boyfriend
A Forbidden Romance
Cassandra Dee
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To all the girls who have a love-hate relationship with their sister.
This one’s for you!
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Contents
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Sneak Peek: My Bully’s Dad
Sneak Peek: My Dad’s College Friends
About the Author
About This Book
Catherine: My sister’s always had it all. Angela is blonde, beautiful, and a total bitch too. Even worse, she’s dating handsome quarterback Hunter Brody. It’s embarrassing, but sometimes I pretend that I’m my sister when I hear them through the walls. I pretend it’s Hunter’s hands caressing my curves, and Hunter whispering sweet nothings in my ear. But what happens when he catches me in the act?
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Hunter: I never really noticed Catherine because she’s always been my girlfriend’s invisible little sister. But when I walk in and see the curvy girl writhing, moaning, and screaming my name, suddenly, nothing matters anymore. I’m giving Catherine a baby … even though our love is taboo.
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Hey Readers – It’s another scorching tale where a curvy girl gets her revenge by bagging the big man on campus! But Hunter Brody is more than just an athlete. He’s a man who adores lush women, and he shows Catherine just how much he loves and appreciates her by giving her a child. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA. You’ll love the story, I promise! Xoxo, Cassie
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Catherine
I don’t have to be a fly on the wall to know exactly what’s going on in my sister’s room. The grunts and moans as the mattress springs protest tell me all I need to know. It’s kind of irritating because I could have gone to live in the dorms at Mesa College, but was swindled into moving in with Angela instead.
My sister: a drop-dead gorgeous girl that every guy wants and every girl wishes they could be. Including me, if I’m being honest. Angela is thin and the epitome of a socialite. Everyone on campus knows her or knows of her. But what I don’t get is why she wanted to share an apartment with me. Sure, she thinks the dorms are beneath her, but as a senior, she would have qualified for a single, and our residence halls aren’t that bad. They were recently remodeled, and I kind of like the terracotta decor and blonde wood furniture. So why would Angela want to live with me, her dorky younger sister?
My eyes shift to the locked bedroom door. A deep moan filters through the wood, along with some panting sounds. I clap my hands to my ears trying to muffle the noises but then the headboard begins pounding against the wall, making them impossible to block out. Ka-thunk! Ka-thunk!
I grimace. I can’t help but wonder what our neighbors think of us. They probably think we have entire football teams over every night, judging from the noises that come from our side of the wall. They wouldn’t be totally wrong.
Hunter Brody, my sister’s boyfriend, is the star quarterback of Mesa College, and he’s gorgeous. Graphic images of his muscular body slick with sweat fill my head, and the tiniest bit of jealousy
seeps into me. Why does Angela always have all the luck?
“Please,” I hear her voice plead breathily. At least that’s what I think she says as I slam the front door in the hopes of alerting them to my presence. Then, I jingle my keys loudly, and drop them on the floor on purpose. Hopefully, they can hear me above their ecstatic groans, but experience has shown that it doesn’t always work.
“Angie,” I call in a loud voice. “I’m home!” There’s no hiding my irritation. The last time I ‘interrupted,’ Angela reamed me a new one. But how am I going to study with all that clamor going on in the bedroom?
Unfortunately, all I hear are more moans.
“Yes… God please, more.” It’s my sister’s typical response to Hunter. Blushing, I look down. Hunter. His name describes him to a tee. His piercing blue eyes remind me of a glacier in the frozen Alaskan waters. I can envision him in a loincloth, that massive body on display with rippling abs, developed pecs, and thick tree-trunk thighs. He’s ungodly gorgeous, and everyone on campus recognizes him.
Deep grunts and heavy moans seep through the crack under the door, causing me to catch my breath. My sister is so lucky to be with Hunter. What would it feel like to have his hands there? Or his mouth here? I shake my head, trying to push out all thoughts of Hunter and Angela out of my mind. But my mouth waters when I close my eyes, once again imagining his rippled physique and carved musculature.
Then I snap back to reality. I shouldn’t be thinking about Hunter in this way because he’s my sister’s boyfriend. And who am I, compared to the beautiful and popular Angela Lauder?
“Deeper, now.” The throaty desperation in Angela’s voice makes me cringe as I move to the refrigerator and yank open the freezer door. A blast of cold air swirls around me as I stick my head into the small compartment. Arizona only has two temperatures: oven hot and nuclear. Today is borderline nuclear as I hunt inside for my favorite chocolate chip ice cream.
The banging of the headboard against the wall becomes louder and more insistent, and I can’t help but wonder who’s banging whom. Was Hunter ramming his hard cock deep into my sister, or was she riding him for all he was worth? I can only imagine the feeling of having someone so drop dead delicious inside me.
Swallowing hard, I try to moisten my dry throat. There’s no way I’ll be able to get anything done tonight. Not with that kind of racket going on. All I can do is snag a pint of ice cream from the freezer, steal a spoon from off the dish rack, and make a beeline for my room. The apartment isn’t anywhere big enough to drown out the sounds coming from Angela’s room, even with the television blaring.
Sighing heavily, I steal one more glance at my sister’s closed bedroom door. Heat floods me as if I’ve just stepped into a sauna. Every fiber in my body wants to be with Hunter. I’ve only ever exchanged a few words with the handsome quarterback, but still, I cling to the memories. Then, I make a face, disgusted with myself. Why would Hunter ever be interested in me?
From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There I am, a husky girl with a metal spoon lodged in her mouth and too many extra pounds to work off. My hair hangs like a damp towel over my shoulders, and my complexion is pasty pale, without even the slightest hint of a tan. I suppose my eyes are okay, being a nice chocolate brown, but most people can’t see my eyes from behind my thick glasses.
“Man, I wish I had my own place,” I mumble, taking refuge in my room. I kick a pile of clothes angrily, and a shirt flies through the air, landing all but three inches from where it originally was. Disgusted, I shake my head and move to the bed. The springs moan under my weight as I toe off my shoes.
“Here’s to another day,” I say, setting the ice cream down to unload my backpack. My shoulders burn from the pressure of the heavy tomes, but it’s a small price to pay for going to school. After all, I have big dreams. I want to get out of Mesa and have a life. Hopefully, as far from Angela as possible.
But right now, the moaning sounds are driving me insane. I close my eyes and lay back on the bed. The pint of ice cream rests against my thigh as I envision Hunter in my room. Hunter’s muscles roll as he runs his fingers through his deep black hair, and he flashes that charming smile, making me shiver.
Suddenly, my eyes pop open as I shoot up.
“I can’t do this. It’s too pathetic. I can’t be that girl.” Irritation rocks me even as my panties moisten. “That’s my sister’s boyfriend. I shouldn’t be thinking about Hunter and Angela doing … doing ...”
Once again, I find myself slipping into fantasy. Hunter is here with me, by me, running his fingers over my bare thigh and inching his fingertips up my leg. His icy blue eyes smolder with desire as he plays with the hem of my shorts.
“Hunter,” I mumble incoherently. Then, I jerk when something ice-cold touches my leg. Hunter? But no, it’s just the wet condensation from the ice cream container dripping down my thigh.
“Damn it, I really need to get a grip,” I say, rising to my feet. I snatch the pint off the bed and swallow one last spoonful out before cramming the lid back on.
Melted ice cream will just be one more thing for Angela to gripe about. Savoring that last bite, I move swiftly to my bedroom door and open it. Carefully, I pop my head out and scan the room. With no sign of Angela or Hunter, I tiptoe back into the kitchen to return the ice cream to the freezer.
The sounds coming from the locked door are now muted. The hushed sound of voices greets my ears instead of the heavy-duty banging and clanging going on before. My eyes linger on the door. Does Hunter snuggle after sex? Or is he one of those guys who pushes the girl to the side? My heart flutters as I envision being snug in the nook of his arm, looking up at his handsome face as he drifts to sleep.
Then, a sharp click causes me to jump and startles me from my daydream. The last thing I want is to be caught lingering in the living room as he walks out. Nor do I want to catch a glimpse of my sister. Not after dreaming about her hunky boyfriend.
Bolting to my room, I shut my door just as I hear the other one opening. A piece of me wants to peek through the crack of my door to catch a glimpse of Hunter before he leaves, but I would never hear the end of it if I were caught.
“See you later then,” Angela says in her sing-song voice. He must have pounded her thoroughly for her to use that tone. The front door shuts, and Angela’s voice completely changes.
“I know you’re home, Catherine,” Angela snaps. Her voice is sharp, even though we have a door between us.
“Angela?” I call out, trying to sound surprised. “Is that you?”
The door snicks as it opens.
“Don’t play coy,” she frowns.
Quickly, I snatch my headphones from my backpack, and they’re on my ears before she steps into the room. With my heart thumping, I try to look as innocent as possible. My sister’s eyes narrow as she crosses her arms over her chest. She’s a beautiful ice queen with her rigidly narrow frame and frozen blue eyes.
“Listening to music?”
“It’s the only way to drown you out sometimes,” I say innocently.
“And what song is playing, may I ask?”
“It’s Pandora, so it changes,” I say as she reaches for the headphones. “Are you in here to bug me? Because I have a lot of work.”
Luckily for me, my desk is a mess and it genuinely looks like I’ve been working hard. A smile tugs at my lips. It seems Fate is stepping in to lend a helping hand.
“Well, don’t wait up for me tonight,” Angela says, tossing her blonde hair over one shoulder with a swish. I can’t help but sigh. Of course, she’s going out because Angela never stays home, not even on weeknights. She needs to hold court with her sycophants, after all.
“What’s the plan tonight?” I ask, pretending not to care.
My sister’s eyes grow devious.
“You know, the same old, same old,” she smiles mysteriously while backing out of my room. “Well, you have fun, Catherine,” she says, her voice growing muffled as the
door shuts. “I don’t know what you do for fun, but I hope you enjoy yourself tonight.”
Wow, what an insult. It’s always so easy for my sister to coat her words with barbs. Pressing my lips into a tight line, I wonder how my life would be if Angela and I swapped places. Would I be as popular as her? Would my hair flow in blonde waves, and not frizz out on me because of the heat?
Sighing, I turn back to my desk before glancing around my messy room. At least I won’t have to hear Angela and Hunter going at it like rabbits in heat tonight. Maybe I can actually get some work done now. I stand and move to my desk. Pulling out the chair, I slip into the tight space and boot up my laptop.
Of course, Mesa College’s homepage pops up, and what do you know, but there’s a full-size picture of Hunter and Angela at the last football game together. He looks absolutely gorgeous in his tight blue and gold uniform, with one arm draped around my pretty blonde sister. And for once, my sister doesn’t look devious. Instead, she gazes up at Hunter with adoring eyes, as if worshipping the man.
My heart cracks a bit while taking in the image on the screen. He’s handsome and she’s perfect. They’re like the Prom King and Queen. Destined for greatness, in every arena.
But where does that leave me? Certainly, I’m not even a member of the Prom Court, much less a Prom Queen. Instead, I’m just plain old Catherine, with my nerdy ways and frizzy hair. And yet, I can’t help but dream. Sometimes, in my romance novels, the hot, hunky man ends up with the little mouse of a girl with the good personality and sweet ways. Could that ever happen to me?
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