Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I gave Tiffany a complete day cause I knew she needed some time alone.

Everything happened so fast but more than anything, she was heartbroken about her mother’s condition.

I let her grieve but couldn’t stop thinking shat I could have done if it was me in her position and it was my mother.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to think straight but Tiffany was all I could think of.

I needed to know how we was faring and although I’ve been told countless times that she’s okay, I just felt the strong urge to find it about that by myself.

I stood up and walked to the mirror before taking a deep breath and raking my hands through my hair.

I adjusted to look at the mirror and paused. “Tiffany, I’m so sorry that this is happening. It’s all too crazy to comprehend but I think-” I paused and looked at my reflection in the mirror. “No, that didn’t come out well.”

I sighed cause I was slightly getting frustrated from be in unable to come up with something reasonable.

It was all too difficult to think of something that didn’t come off as insensitive and I also didn’t want something that would make her feel pitied.

Tiffany is literally just like her mom, the strongest version she could ever be and I loved that about her.

Think of of how this would have so much effect on her only made me swallow hard.

“Tiff?” I called and gave some seconds gap, assuming that she would reply in such time frame. “Tiff please- you’ve been inside for a while now. Do you want me to sit beside you?” I shook my head in disapproval. “Let’s try it this way. How about, whatever happens, I’ll always be here for you. I know this may be a difficult moment for you but I assure you that ill be right beside you and I’ll never let you get over this phase alone.”

“Sounds a lot like it,” I muttered to myself and gave a nod.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

That was it, the perfect words for the moment. I paused for a moment and thought about how my father didn’t talk about Tiffany and I getting intimate.

I tried to think hard about it but there was nothing else I could come up with. I brushed it off and concluded that he doesn’t want to talk about it.

I walked out of my room and walked straight to Tiffany’s room. I knocked on the door slightly before pushing it open.

Surprised that the door was actually opened, I took a step forward and then walked inside. I locked the door behind me and looked over at Tiffany.

Her eyes looked nudged and fluffy from crying but her face still looked as beautiful as ever. She was chewing and when I looked at her hands, it was chips.

Eating was probably her way of coping with everything going on so I didn’t push it.

“Hey,” I said as I walker closer to her bed.

She looked at me and mouthed a response which was quite inaudible.

Her eyes looked glassy and I could tell that she was just crying before I walked in.

“Hey,” I said and touched her shoulders. She burst into tears so I just stood there stroking her back and trying to make her feel better.

“Don’t worry it’s going to be okay,” I told her.

Everything I practiced in front of the mirror went off and I just couldn’t imagine that I totally forgot those words.

Tiffany shook her head as she cried and I knew she was having a difficult time.

“Hey, look at me,” I told her. “This is just a phase and you’ll be fine.”

Not sure if that came out right, I paused but she kept crying.

“I’m so hungry and confused,” she responded with tears. “I can’t believe that I didn’t realize my mom was losing hair. She now even has hair extensions and I never realized what was happening! I’m- I’m such a bad child,” she cried and I shook my head in disapproval cause I didn’t agree with her.

I hugged her closely and just let her remain on my chest as she vented about being a bad child for not noticing her mom’s illness.

“It’s not your fault,” I told her. “You’re not a bad child and you know it.”

I paused and allowed her take a deep breath.

“You’ll be fine, Tiffany and I’ll do everything and anything to make you happy.”

She turned her head slightly to look at me and I gave a nod confirming what I just said.

“We can make it,” I told her. “Remember we’re not blood related.”

She chuckled lightly and I smiled.

“I don’t know if I should say that was good news but it was unbelievable and also accompanied with bad news.”

I gave a small nod. The news about us being able to be together was definitely good news but her mom- her mom’s illness was bad news so I understood what she was saying perfectly.

“I understand,” I told her. “Completely, but I’m just so glad that I can be here for you.”

She smiled at me and I squeezed her hands. She turned to look at me and I leaned closer to kiss her.

The kiss was warm, sensual and captivating. She locked her lips with mine and turned over to sit on my laps as I used my hands to grab her butt.

She was on a big polo and looked effortlessly sexy. I groaned hard as I felt hard under her. I kissed her hungrily and slid my hands into her pant.

“Ourghh,” she moaned out loud as my fingers twirled around her wetness. I love it when she’s this wet.

She moved in the same direction of my hands inside her and as she moaned, I just wanted to fuck her. All of her.

I reached for her shirt but there was a knock.

It was a man. “Sorry, your father requests for you.”

I swallowed hard. “How did you know where to find me?” I asked.

“I’m the eyes of this passage because of the Boss’ princess.”

Of course it was Tiffany. I smiled at his she was both Zino’s princess and my queen.