Yearn For Stepsister

What are you talking about?” I say before nudging her nose with mine. Then, unable to resist, my lips lean in toward hers. “That’s my favorite Christmas movie.”

“There’s no Christmas magic nor kissing in that one,” she points out.

“We’ll add our own in its place.”

“Wow. I think you two look great posing just like that,” a mall photographer calls out to us. “Would you lovebirds like a holiday photo taken to create greeting cards to send out?”

“No. NO photo, thank you,” I say, quickly snapping out of my trance. I really shouldn’t be holding my stepsister like this in front of everyone.

With wide eyes, Emma stares down at the bulging tent in my pants. “Um, you’re—” her words stop short.

“Don’t look at it,” I grumble.

“I can’t help it. It’s kind of hard to miss,” she jokes, blushing. “Should I stand in front of you and hide it like I did last night?”

Hide it, huh? “Honestly, the best place to hide it would be deep inside you. Don’t you agree?”

Her mouth falls open and then she blushes aga