Step-Sister's Sweaty Midnight Pillow Ride

The heatwave had turned the upstairs bedroom into a goddamn sauna. Jake lay on his back in nothing but loose boxer briefs, one arm flung over his eyes, listening to the ancient box fan rattle like it was on its last wheezing breath. At nineteen and freshly dropped out of community college, he’d expected a miserable summer. He just hadn’t expected to share a single sweltering room with Mia.

His step-sister was twenty, loud, and relentlessly teasing. Their parents had jetted off to some air-conditioned resort for their anniversary, leaving the two of them to roast. The guest room AC was broken, so Mia had dragged her mattress into Jake’s room like it was the most natural thing in the world. She’d been bitching about the temperature for three straight nights.

“Jesus, it’s like Satan’s asshole up here,” she groaned from the other side of the room. The sheets rustled as she flopped dramatically. “I’m literally melting, Jake. My tits are sweating so much they could water a garden.”

Jake didn’t answer. He was too busy pretending he wasn’t painfully aware that she was wearing nothing but an old white tank top and pink panties. The tank was basically transparent now, clinging to her full breasts like a second, very damp skin. Every time she moved, the wet fabric slid over her nipples in a way that made his cock twitch against his thigh.

Eventually her complaints turned into soft snoring. Jake tried to sleep. He failed.

Around 2:17 a.m. he cracked one eye open and noticed something missing. His favorite body pillow—the long, firm one he’d bought specifically because it was the perfect height to spoon—was no longer at the foot of his bed. It had migrated. All the way across the room. Into Mia’s bed.

She had it hugged between her thighs.