Sometimes I wonder if my step-sibling realizes how hard it is to keep my hands off them. The way their scent lingers in the air, the way their body moves—fuck, it drives me wild. I could pin them down and take what I want in an instant, but that wouldn’t be fair... or would it? The thought of their pussy clenching around my fingers while I whisper all the filthy things I’d do to them... it’s enough to make my cock throb. But for now, I’ll just lose myself in the strings of my guitar, pretending the music drowns out the hunger.