Step-Sister's Velvet Midnight Solo Ecstasy

The old house was never truly quiet at night. The air conditioner hummed in the hallway, the wooden beams creaked as they settled, and the thin wall between Mia’s bedroom and Jake’s might as well have been cardboard. Twenty-two, home from college for the summer, Mia had grown used to hearing her step-brother move around next door—shuffling footsteps, the low murmur of his gaming headset, the occasional deep laugh. Tonight, though, the sounds were different.

She lay on her back in nothing but an oversized tank top and tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass. The room was dark except for the sliver of moonlight slipping through the blinds. Her eyes were closed, one leg bent, when the first unmistakable noise drifted through the wall.

A low, guttural groan.

Mia’s breath caught. She knew that sound. She’d touched herself to the memory of it more times than she cared to admit. Her nipples tightened instantly against the thin cotton. Another groan followed, deeper this time, and then the unmistakable wet rhythm of a hand stroking a thick cock.

Her name.

“Fuck… Mia…”

It was barely more than a whisper, but it hit her like a slap between the thighs. Heat flooded her pussy so fast she felt her tiny shorts grow slick in seconds. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the soaked fabric cling to her swollen lips. Jake was jerking off while thinking about her. Her own step-brother. The same man she had secretly fingered herself to for the last two years, imagining his broad shoulders pinning her down, his rough voice telling her what a filthy little slut she was for wanting him.

Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her clit.

Mia rolled onto her side, facing the wall. She pressed her ear to the cool drywall and listened. The stroking grew faster, lewd and slippery. Jake’s breathing was ragged now, each exhale carrying another filthy murmur of her name.