Teen Stepsister Takes Advantage of Injured Stepbrother in...

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Payton Avery, Brick Danger Pic(s)

The late afternoon sun cast long, lazy shadows across the room, its golden light catching the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, suspended sparks. She moved with a deliberate, feline grace, a silent predator in the hushed stillness, her presence an unexpected weight in the space he usually claimed as his own. The faint scent of her perfume, something floral and dangerously sweet, began to permeate the air, mingling with the sterile smell of antiseptic from the bandages confining him to the couch. Her fingers, cool and surprisingly gentle, traced a path along the rigid line of the cast encasing his leg, a whisper of contact that sent an involuntary shiver up his spine. He watched, mesmerized and powerless, as her gaze drifted from his immobilized limb to his face, her eyes holding a knowing, unspoken challenge that tightened the air in his chest. A soft, secretive smile played upon her lips as she leaned closer, her warmth radiating agat his side, her breath a ghost of a caress agat his neck. The thin fabric of her dress rustled softly as she shifted, the sound impossibly loud in the tense silence, her knee pressing deliberately into the cushion beside his hip. Every rational thought screamed for him to protest, to create distance, but the languid heat pooling in his abdomen betrayed him, a traitorous response to her calculated advance. In that suspended moment, the line between vulnerability and violation blurred completely, lost to the electric current of her audacious touch and the thrilling, terrifying surrender it demanded.