As the morning sun peeked through the window, Lily awoke with a start. She glanced at the clock - it was already past her usual alarm time. Her hair was tousled, and she felt a warm stickiness between her thighs. Remnants of last night's dream flashed through her mind - her stepbrother's muscular frame, his soft lips, and the hardness between his legs that she craved so much.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was him. Her heart raced as he entered, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Morning, Sis. Did you sleep well?" His voice was low and smooth, his eyes intent on her.
Lily couldn't speak. She nodded, her chest heaving. He walked over to her bed and sat down, his legs spread wide. She could see the bulge in his pants, and it made her heart race.
