In the dimly lit room, Hannah nervously knocked on her stepbrother's door. As she heard his deep voice call her in, she felt a wave of nervous anticipation wash over her. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her every move. She closed the distance between them, her heart pounding in her chest.
Their bodies met, and she felt his hardness against her softness. His hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer. She gasped as he finally broke their gaze. His hot breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. His fingers traced lines up her thighs, teasingly stopping at her panties.
"Please, stepbrother," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I need you." His hands slipped beneath her shirt, and she arched her back in response to his touch. She pushed her chest against his hands as he traced slow circles around her navel and toward her waistband.
