Stephanie Vaughan

Excerpt: "Home for the Holidays"

Damn.

When had little Valerie gotten so freaking hot?

When had he last seen her? He cast back in his memory, trying to
pinpoint the time. If she was Suzi's age and Suzi was three years
younger than he, then she'd been a junior in high school. Sixteen.
Seventeen years old, tops. She'd been a coltish beauty then -- all
long legs and big eyes. And she'd unknowingly starred in more than
one of Dan's guilty stroke sessions.

As he strode through the house looking for his sister, Dan shook his
head at how fast the years had gone. One minute his sister's little
friend had been the leggy kid that blushed and stammered and never
quite looked him in the eye. Not that that had stopped him from
imagining how perfectly those cute little tits would fit in his hands.
And now she was... Shit. He didn't know the word. Goddamn
beautiful.

Still had that rusty brown hair that caught his eye every time. Not
quite brown. Not quite red. He smiled that he could still yank her
chain with the nickname. He'd never known why it bugged her so
much, but he hadn't been able to resist tweaking her with it once
he'd discovered how much it riled her.

Eyes that had seemed odd and a little tilted a child's face had
become irresistibly exotic in the woman. Dan remembered how the
kids in school had made her miserable, calling her all sorts of names
having to do with those eyes. Asian eyes. Rice eater. Sailor Moon.
Their color, a cool blue without a hint of green or gray, was always
eclipsed by their unusual shape.

And those lips.

Not finding his sister on the first floor, Dan headed upstairs while he
tried to shake the image of Valerie's lips.

Lush and full, like ripe peaches. Completely fuckable.

Goddammit, Crocker, she's your sister's friend. A guest in the house.
He had no business picturing her down on her knees, parting those
sweet, generous lips while he fed her his cock.

"Holy shit! What are you looking at?" Rounding the corner from the
top step into his sister's old room, he couldn't stop the words that
leapt from his mouth. But there was his sister -- his baby sister --
her nose two inches from an image on her computer screen. A
bound woman, restrained by an intricate network of ropes that
completely immobilized her naked, vulnerable body looked out
tranquilly from the monitor.

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