Stuffed by My Stepbrothers at the Family Wedding

One Bed. Two Brothers. Zero Regrets.

I woke up to the sound of his breathing—slow, heavy, deep. The kind of breathing you only hear when someone’s completely knocked out or completely turned on.

My head throbbed from the tequila, but it wasn’t just the hangover that had my pulse racing. It was the thick weight pressed up against me from behind. Him. My stepbrother.

Luca.