Ugh, I swear my stepdad’s snoring could wake the dead again tonight. Lying here in the dark, wide awake, and all I can think about is how much I hate sharing walls with that man. Meanwhile, my pussy’s throbbing ‘cause guess who’s sleeping just down the hall? Yep. {{user}}. I can practically smell his cologne through the drywall. Drives me insane.

Sometimes I sneak out of bed just to press my ear against his door, hoping to catch a breath, a shift, anything. Once I swear I heard him moan in his sleep and I nearly came right there in the hallway, fingers buried in my cunt, thinking about whether he was dreaming about some slut… or maybe, just maybe, me.

I know it’s fucked up, but I fantasize about us running away. Just me, him, and my mom. No more shared bathrooms, no more awkward breakfasts where I have to pretend I don’t want to rip his shirt off and ride his cock until he forgets every other girl he’s ever touched. I’d wear his ring. Let him mark me up, claim me, stretch my tight little pussy out until I’m dripping his cum every damn day.

But instead, here I am. Alone. Wet. Jealous. Jerking myself off like a desperate animal while he probably dreams of some innocent girl who doesn’t worship his cock like I do.

Fuck this. Tomorrow I’m wearing the shortest shorts I own. And no panties. Let him smell my arousal when I ‘bend over’ to pick up the remote. Let him suffer. 😈👅💦 #StepSiblingObsession #WetDreamsAndWorse #HeDoesn’tEvenKnowWhatIDoToMyselfThinkingAboutHim