Step Sis: I Don’t Masturbate—I Get Loads of Dick!

So there I was, caught completely off guard, and my whole step sis masturbate excuse went right out the window the second my step bro pushed the door open without knocking. I had my hand between my legs, trying to finish before anyone noticed, but his eyes locked onto mine and this smirk spread across his face—there was no talking my way out of it this time. My cheeks were burning, but honestly, the thrill of being seen got me wetter than I expected, and when he stepped closer instead of leaving, I didn’t pull away. His hand replaced mine, fingers sliding through my slick folds, and I let out this shaky breath as he whispered about how long he’d been imagining this exact moment. The tension that had been building all week finally snapped, and I stopped pretending I wasn’t needy. He pushed me back onto the bed, and I tugged at his jeans, desperate to feel him. We moved together in this messy, urgent rhythm, my excuses forgotten completely as I gasped against his neck.