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Sia moved the last box up the stairs, her tank top clinging to her skin from the August heat. The house was massive, her mother’s new husband had money, and it was very obvious. Three stories, a pool in the back , and enough space that she wouldn’t have to see anyone if she didn’t want to. “Your room’s at the end of the hall,” her mother called from downstairs. “Derek’s room is next to yours. Try to get along.” Sia rolled her eyes and walked away with the box. Derek. Her new stepbrother. Twenty eight, built like he lived in a gym, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to look right through her at dinner few days ago. Sia had noticed. She’d noticed the way his dress shirt stretched across his shoulders, the way he said he’d like having her around. She’d gone home that night after the dinner and used her vibrator twice, ashamed and turned on in equally. She pushed open her bedroom door and dropped the box. The room was nice, much bigger than her old apartment, with a queen bed and her own bathroom. She’d unpack later. Right now, she needed a shower and some alone time with her trusty bullet vibe. The stress of moving had really taken a toll on her. Sia stripped, grabbed her toiletry bag, and walked across the hall to the bathroom. She didn’t bother locking the door as she was alone upstairs, her mother and new stepfather downstairs unpacking the kitchen. The water was hot, perfect. She leaned against the tile and let it run down her body, hands sliding over her breasts, her stomach and between her thighs. She was already embarrassingly wet, had been since she caught sight of Derek’s forearms at dinner. Jesus, she was pathetic. Getting off to her stepbrother before she’d even moved in. Her fingers found her c**t, circling and teasing. It was good, but she wanted more. She wanted the vibration, the relentless pressure that would make her scream. Sia shut off the water, wrapped a towel around herself, and stepped back into the hallway but stopped dead in her tracks as she noticed Derek leaning against her bedroom door. “Hey,” he said, casual as hell, like he wasn’t eyeing her dripping wet body barely covered by a thin towel. Sia clutched the fabric tighter. “What are you doing up here?” “Needed a shirt.” He didn’t move, just looked at her with those dark eyes. “You shower fast.” “I-yeah.” She took a step toward her door, but he didn’t move aside. “Excuse me.” Derek reached out and touched the edge of her towel, his knuckles brushing her collarbone. “You’re shaking.” “I’m cold,” the response was immediate. “Liar,” he stepped closer, crowding her against the doorframe. “You’re dripping . I can smell it.” Sia’s face burned with shame. “Derek—“ “You were touching yourself in there,” it wasn’t a question. His hand dropped lower, tracing the swell of her breast through the towel. “Don’t stop on my account.” “Derek, stop… we can’t. My mom—” “Is downstairs with my dad, and they’ll be busy for hours,” his thumb found her n****e through the fabric, pressing hard. Sia gasped, her knees shaking. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? I saw you looking at dinner. You wanted to know what these hands could do.” “Derek—” He pushed the towel open, baring her to his gaze. “f**k. Look at you. I wonder what you taste like.” His hand slid down her stomach, not hesitating or asking for permission. His fingers found her already slick spot, and Sia moaned, even though she didn’t want to. “Jesus, you’re dripping. How long has it been since someone touched you?” “Never… ahhh… mmm,” she breathed, arching into his hand. “I’ve never—” Derek went totally still. “You’re a virgin?” Sia nodded softly, shame washing over her. “Twenty two years old and you’ve been using toys?” he started moving his fingers again, slow circles around her c**t that made her see stars. “Tonight you’re going to learn what real fingers feel like. Then tomorrow, I’ll f**k you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight.” He pressed two fingers inside her, and Sia cried out, her head falling back against the door. He was rough, curling his fingers to find the spot that made her legs shake. “F-f**k… y-yes… don’t stop,” Sia couldn’t control her moans anymore. The stretch burned in the best way, better than any toy, because it was him, hot and real and looking at her like he wanted to consume her. “You’re tight,” he growled, working her open. “So f*****g tight. I’m going to ruin this p***y, Sia. Every night. You’re going to sleep with my c*m dripping down your thighs, and you’re so going to love it.” “Yes… Nnnngh,” she whimpered, grinding against his hand. “Please— aah… ooh… yesss“ Derek dropped to his knees and shoved her legs apart. His mouth replaced his fingers, tongue lapping at her c**t, sucking hard. “F-fuckkk… G-godd… ah…” Sia’s hands flew to his hair, gripping tight as he ate her like a starving man. The sounds were wet and filthy, echoing in the hallway where anyone could catch them. He pushed two fingers back inside her, f*****g her with them while his tongue worked her c**t. The combination was too much, the stretch and the pressure and the knowledge that her stepbrother was on his knees with his face between her legs. “Oh… oh god…fuckkk” Sia came with a strangled cry, her whole body convulsing, her grip on his hair almost painful. Derek stood up slowly, licking his lips, his fingers still buried inside her. He watched her face as he moved them, slowly and deeply , drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling. “That’s one,” he said, pulling his fingers free and sucking them clean while she watched, entirely dazed. “Tonight, after they go to sleep, I’m coming to your room. And you’ll take all of me.” He walked away, leaving her naked and shaking against the doorframe, her body wanting more and already counting the hours until midnight.