Step-Sister's Late-Night Bedroom Edge Session

The house was dead quiet except for the low hum of the air-conditioner. Jake lay on his back in the dark, one arm thrown behind his head, staring at nothing. Nineteen, college dropout, and back under the same roof he’d sworn he’d never return to. The thin drywall between his room and Mia’s might as well have been cardboard.

He’d been trying to sleep for an hour when the first sound slid through the wall.

A low, throaty hum. Feminine. Deliberate.

Jake’s eyes snapped open. His cock, already half-hard from the heat, twitched hard against his thigh.

Another sound followed—wet, slow, unmistakable. The soft, rhythmic squelch of fingers moving through soaked pussy lips.

Mia.

He knew that voice. He’d jerked off to it a hundred times while she paraded around the house in fishnets and black lace bralettes, smirking at him like she could smell the shame on his skin. She knew. She’d always known.

Now she was putting on a show.

Jake rolled onto his side and pressed his ear to the cool wall. The sounds sharpened instantly. A slick, filthy glide. A shaky exhale that turned into a moan halfway through.

“Mmm… fuck, I’m so wet tonight…”