you're an inch tall on her floor and she hasn't noticed yet. twelve minutes of step-sis from the ground up: bored on the phone while her feet pass over you, then she sees you, crouches, and laughs. then she stands. the tower is slow and cold and it does not crouch for you again. she counts. she strips because she can, not for you. the sole comes down until everything goes black, lifts, and she's still talking. you don't get out. you get kept.

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you're not supposed to like this. not this much. you do anyway, and your cock agreed before you did. nine minutes of step-sis in your ear: whispering, laughing at how easy you are, telling you exactly what you are while the room splits into three of me, then five. you don't get to say no. you don't get to cum until i say so, and i'm not saying so. say it with me. yes step-sis.

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you know why you keep ending up in my old room. i stream out of it now, and you got "sensitive" the day i moved in. so sit in his chair. i talk you down from ten, slow, and you do exactly what step-sis says. nine minutes, eyes on me the whole time, and you don't finish until i say the number. good boy.

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