My Sexy Stepbrothers

Chapter 4: 4

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Maria, the woman that Dylan talked about, when we were in the movie room.

"Yes ma'am, are you Maria?" A half smile marked my face. "Yes, dear. I noticed that you were sleeping,

so I brought Ethan's blanke... But continue sleeping, I won't disturb you anymore." She planted a kiss

on my head and left with a smiling.

I laid on my side (she turned her to the left side)I felt someone's presence. The person didn't sat on the

carpet.

"Morgan..." It had to be Ethan or Dylan. He softly spoke not trying to wake me up. I turned to him. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yes?" I asked. I sit up and look at him. He stands up and sits next to me. "I'm sorry, for saying that. I

mean I was just trying to make a joke. Without trying to hurt you." He apologized.

"You really pissed me off, but it's fine."

"I'm really sorry." He said as he pulled me into his chest and pulled the blanket off me, "And this is

mine." He chuckled.

I also chuckled. "So, I was wondering if you would agree on inviting our friends for the day?

"Cool." He said smiling. Soon he pulled me to his chest. "Don't cry, you're such a beautiful girl. I'm just

an asshole, who does that hurts they feelings." Ethan whipped my tears; but what was that supposed

to mean?

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I woke up and I was alone in the living room, I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Within 5 minutes, 2 boys

entered the living room. We just looked at each other.

But my attention went to a specific boy, he had 'Beat' headphones, and a messy brown hair up his

head, gorgeous smile, he approached the couch beside mine.

The guy with the headphones, was talking to another boy as they walked to the to the couches talking

about something that happened with this girl last night at Addy's house. Not noticing me, at all. He was

probably Arabic.

They were so cute, and knew how to dress. The guy with the 'Beat' headphones had a kit bag, with a

lot of things in it. It looked heavy. He caught me staring. I stood up, to greet them, Rn I had Ethan's

blanket wrapping my body.

"Hey, you must be Morgan. Ross's daughter the sexy sister that Ethan was talking about." The Arabic

guy said as he placed his bag down and sat on the second single sofa.

"Yeah, I'm Ross's daughter." I said, then the Arabic guy punched his friend's elbow. "Aaaauuuhhh!" He

shouted in pain. "Anyways, I'm Julian and this is Muhammad." He pointed at the Arabic guy. Nice

names. "I'm Morgan, by the way." I walked to the stairs.