You’re supposed to be home alone when you hear the shower running—your stepsister Trinity is in there, and you can’t help but peek through the crack in the door. The steam fogs up the mirror, but not enough to hide the way her body looks under the water, her curves glistening as she washes herself. Your hand slides into your pants almost without thinking, stroking your dick as you watch her soap up her tits, biting your lip to stay quiet. But then the shower stops, the door swings open—and she catches you, hard and guilty, your hand still wrapped around yourself. Instead of yelling, she smirks, stepping closer as her eyes drop to your cock. “You could’ve just asked,” she whispers, sinking to her knees.
