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"Morning, stepsis," he whispers, his breath hot on her ear. She feigns sleep, but her body betrays her, nipples hardening under her thin nightie. He traces her curves, pausing at her thighs, then slips a hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready. She gasps, "We shouldn't..." but her words trail off as he guides her head towards his stiff cock. She takes him in, her warm mouth enveloping him, the risk of getting caught only intensifying their pleasure. They freeze at the creak of the bedroom door, then continue, their bodies entwined in a dance of forbidden desire.