Rustle~
…What's that?
Rustle~
Eh?
Liend blinked blearily, rubbing his eyes. Darkness. Nothing but darkness stretched in front of him.
Oh, shit… His breath caught. I can feel something… on my hands…
Slowly, carefully, Liend lowered his hand again—stretching it just a little forward.
Someone—or something—had taken hold of it.
A chill ran through him. His fingertips brushed against something soft, warm. His hand was gripped—fingers trapped, not his own.
He swallowed hard, trying to sense more. The faintest tapping danced against his fingertips. Something bounced lightly under them… smooth… silky…
Oh shit.
It was his sister's fingers.
Liend blinked hard, heart pounding. They were crammed together on a single bed—his step-mom asleep behind him, his step-sister in front.
But his hand—numb, no longer fully in his control—had already been taken. Drawn under her side, guided by her grip.
She was using it.Playing with it.Pressing his fingers against the soft swell of her own tits, guiding him to grope her.
Liend's breath caught in his throat. His chest froze.
Shit.
From behind him, his step-mother's arm had drifted across his side—settling near his waist. There was no clear intent in the touch… but her hand lay suspiciously close to his stiffening cock, which now strained to rise.
And in front of him—his step-sister. The girl who had only become his "sister" after he was adopted at six, now eighteen. Before that… he couldn't even remember who he'd been.
Her grip held his hand tight against her chest, forcing him to knead the soft swell of her tits. With her free hand, she slid lower, fingers brushing past the waistband of her pants.
A muffled moan escaped her lips—quiet, measured, but enough for Liend to hear.
He gasped, frozen.
Oh shit… this doesn't feel right.