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It started one night when I walked past my stepbrother’s room and heard noises — soft moans and the creaking of a bed. Curiosity got the better of me, and I paused, leaning closer to his door. It was slightly ajar, just enough for me to peek in. What I saw made my breath hitch.
He was on top of his girlfriend, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust into her. The way his body moved, strong and commanding, and the way she gasped and moaned beneath him — it was hypnotizing. I couldn’t look away.
My heart raced as I watched him pull her closer, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest as she moaned his name. His cock slid in and out of her wet pussy, and the sounds — the slickness, their breathing, the slap of their skin — sent a rush of heat through my body.
I quietly retreated to my room, my mind replaying everything I had just seen. My body was already tingling with arousal, my pussy throbbing as I imagined what it would feel like to be in her place. I lay on my bed, slipping my hand under my shorts and finding how wet I was. My fingers slid over my clit, slow at first, as I pictured him above me, his strong hands pinning me down as he fucked me.
Every time I heard them again — whether it was late at night or even during the day when they thought no one was home — I found myself drawn to his door. I would watch through the crack, my breath catching as…
