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The house is eerily silent after prom, but the tension between stepsiblings is palpable. She's been daydreaming about the softness of another girl's lips all night, and now, alone in her room, she can't resist the urge to explore that fantasy. She invites him in, her voice barely above a whisper, and he enters cautiously, his eyes widening as he takes in her prom dress, still zipped up but disheveled. She turns around, presenting her back to him, and he understands her silent request. He unzips her dress slowly, revealing the smooth skin of her back, and she shivers at his touch. As the dress falls to the floor, she turns to face him, her eyes filled with a hunger he's never seen before. She's wearing a lacy bra and panties, and he can see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. She steps closer to him, her breath hot on his neck, and whispers, "Touch me." He hesitates for a moment, but then his hands are on her breasts, feeling their weight, their softness. She moans, a sound that goes straight to his cock, and he feels himself growing hard. She reaches down, rubbing him through his pants, and then she's unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, running her hands over his chest. He reaches around to unhook her bra, and she shimmies out of her panties, completely naked now, her