Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

LUCIANO’S POV

I stood in the bathroom with a brush in my mouth, but my mind was less focused on it and more focused on Tiffany. The kiss we shared yesterday felt different.

Recalling how her lips parted to let my tongue in not only made me smile, but I could also feel my dick rise at each thought of how our lips were embedded in each other.

“Perhaps I should sneak into her room at night and get an even better taste,” I thought but quickly laughed it off. I could imagine father walking in on us again.

“Master,” a voice came from outside the door.

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“Boss awaits you downstairs.”

“I’ll be right down,” I replied.

With Tiffany still in my brain, I brushed and took my bath in less than ten minutes before rushing down in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Father didn’t like to be kept waiting.

****

“Luciano, I see you’re here,” Father greeted and for a moment I thought he was angry until he gestured to the couch.

Taking my seat, I took a folder from the table. The main purpose of this sitting was to discuss business, we needed to reevaluate our choices.

“I’m glad we can finally talk about business in person,” father remarked and I squeezed out a smile.

“Selena wants to see you,” one of the men announced.

“Let her in,” I replied with a hand gesture.

Walking in with her head bowed like she was avoiding looking at father’s face, she announced “here is you and Tiffany’s college transfer documents. It was delivered not long ago.”

With this, she walked out of the room with her head still bent over. Anyone would be scared of father, but Selena seemed to be a tough woman, it marveled me seeing her fold in front of him.

I shut her out of my thoughts and turned back to father who was beaming with smiles, he had a very wide grin on his face like he had just won the lottery and I was very confused.

“Did we bag a huge client or deal?” I asked him when I couldn’t wrap my head around the reason for one of his rare smiles.

The next words I heard sounded unreal “I’m proud of you son.” This was a once in a lifetime statement and it was even more surprising because he addressed me as son.

“I’m very proud of you,” he repeated and in that moment, I could swear there were a hundred butterflies in my stomach. The look on his face matched his words, he was still grinning from ear to ear and I basked in the moment while it lasted.

Father hardly said such words and when he did, he meant it. I sat on the couch, my hands rubbing each other in a bid to control my happiness. A smile appeared on my face and I don’t think I had smiled genuinely in days.

“Now what are you going to do about Massimo?” Father asked, breaking off the smile from my face a little.

“Father,” I started and then my face broke out into another smile. I knew what I was going to do, it was all in my head planned out step by step.

I was going to kill him, I would end the motherfucker. Or would I rather not?

“I hope you deal with it wisely,” father advised and I simply nodded my head.

He was going to have a nice and smooth death, he’d wish he was dead long ago.

“By the way, I saw you and Tiffany yesterday. I know what I saw.” This statement made my heart leap, it scared me and I couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t say anything about it up until now.

What did he think of me now? Was he still proud of me?

“It wasn’t like that father,” the look on his face didn’t seem like he was going to be convinced. ” I saw her talking with the guard. She was lost and I was simply trying to point her way back,” I continued, hoping he would buy the excuse.

“I wanted to lead her back to her room, but she asked to see around the house. I cautioned her about getting lost and having a chitchat with the guard, she was simply apologizing when you came in.”

“I see,” father replied, clearing his throat and adjusting himself in his seat. “Was she apologizing with her tounge in your mouth?”

My head hung in the air as I heard this question, he definitely saw us kissing.

“I know I did wrong, but I’m sorry I can’t help it,” a sigh escaped my lips as I spoke with my eyes facing the table. I couldn’t dare to look father in the face anymore.

There was no response from him so I decided to continue. “I really don’t know what to do, but I love her; I really do. It’s forbidden and I know it so I’ll find a way to mend it,” I said with no solution whatsoever in my head.

“How exactly do you plan to mend it?” He asked and I couldn’t reply because I had no plan. There was no plan.

“It’s not incest neither is it forbidden,” father started and I was a bit confused.

“But,”

“I didn’t get married to Tiffany’s mother,” he answered my incomplete question.

This came as a shock to me. All these while, I had been under the guilt of having sex with my sister and now I find out it was all a lie. The confusion that enveloped me was a lot.

Tiffany wasn’t my sister so it was right that she was carrying my child, it was right to hug and kiss her, to hold her in my hands. All these thoughts rummaged through my mind.

I rose my head to look at father who sat opposite me with his eyes buried in a folder.

Without casting a look at me, he more of ordered than said “Find a way to deal with Gladys.”