Stepsister's Midnight Temptation: Forbidden Craving in the Dark
Stepsister's Midnight Temptation: Forbidden Craving in the Dark Stepsister's Midnight Temptation: Forbidden Craving in the Dark I couldn't sleep. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner fighting the Hong Kong summer heat. My stepsister, Lila, had moved back home three months ago after her breakup, and every night since then my mind played dangerous games. She was twenty-four now, curves softened by time but still impossibly tempting—full breasts that strained against her thin tank tops, hips that swayed when she walked to the kitchen in those tiny sleep shorts. We weren't blood related; Dad married her mom when we were teens. That technicality did nothing to dull the ache I'd carried for years. Tonight my cock was already half-hard just thinking about her. I shifted under the sheets, trying to ignore it, but then I heard her door creak open down the hall. Bare feet padded closer. My heart slammed again...