His Shy Virgin Stepsister's First Time Return ONLY the title, nothing else.

His Shy Virgin Stepsister's First Time

The house was quiet except for the low howl of the wind driving snow against the windows. Their parents had been stranded in the city after the sudden blizzard shut down the highways, leaving Ryan and Lila alone for the night. He’d been in the living room trying to focus on a hockey game when a soft, breathy sound drifted down the hallway.

Curious, Ryan padded toward Lila’s room. Her door was open just an inch. What he saw stopped him cold.

Nineteen-year-old Lila lay on her narrow bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that had ridden up to her waist. Her slender legs were spread, one small hand moving between her thighs in tentative circles while the other clutched her pillow. Her eyes were shut tight, cheeks flushed deep pink, and her lips parted on a trembling whisper that froze the air in Ryan’s lungs.

“Ryan… please…”

His cock stiffened instantly. He should have backed away. Instead he stood there, heart hammering, watching his shy little stepsister touch her virgin pussy while she moaned his name like a prayer. The floorboard creaked under his foot.

Lila’s eyes flew open. For one horrified second they stared at each other. Her hand jerked away from her glistening folds as if burned. A mortified sob escaped her throat and she scrambled to yank the hem of her shirt down, curling into a ball.

“Oh god… go away,” she whimpered, voice cracking. “Please, Ryan, just… just forget you saw that.”

But he couldn’t. Not when his cock was throbbing against his sweatpants and the image of her slick fingers was burned into his brain. Ryan pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room smelled like her—warm vanilla and something sweeter, unmistakably aroused.