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The youthful fugitive dashes through the house, heart pounding, when a firm hand clamps down on his shoulder. His sister, older, confident, and dominant, spins him around. "Thought you could run, didn't you?" she purrs, backing him into a corner. Her eyes lock onto his, hungry and unyielding. "You're not going anywhere until I've had my way with you," she growls, her hand cupping his growing erection through his jeans. He squirms, but her grip is iron, her intent clear. She's going to take what she wants, and he's going to give it to her.