You’re stuck in your room, grounded, when your bratty little stepsister barges in, pouting about how bored she is. She’s restless, fidgety, and suddenly way too curious—leaning closer, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm as she complains about needing something to do. You try to ignore the way her tight little shorts ride up when she shifts on your bed, but then she drops the bomb: she wants Dad’s laptop to watch porn. Her cheeks flush as she admits she can’t get off without it, biting her lip like she’s daring you to judge her. The air between you crackles as she leans in, her breath hot against your ear, whispering that maybe you could help instead. Your resolve crumbles when her hand brushes your thigh, her touch teasing, insistent—and suddenly, you’re the one giving her exactly what she craves.
