The house had gone quiet by 11:52 p.m.
Victoria’s bedroom door was shut, light off. Lily and Sophia had crashed early after a long day of shopping, their rooms dark. Emma lay in her own bed in nothing but a tiny black thong and a loose tank top, staring at the ceiling, thighs sticky with the constant ache between her legs.
She’d fingered herself twice already tonight — once in the shower, once under the covers — but it wasn’t enough. Every o****m left her hungrier, picturing Alex’s thick c**k pressing against her in the laundry room, his low voice whispering how soaked she was.
This is insane, she thought, biting her knuckle. He’s my step-brother. The same little b***h boy we used to bully. I can’t keep doing this.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Alex: Come to my room. Need your h
