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In the soft glow of twilight, my stepsister, a sweet-faced innocent, slips into my room each evening. Her eyes, filled with a hunger I've never seen before, betray her pure exterior. She climbs onto my lap, her breath hitching as she grinds against my growing hardness. My hands explore her body, feeling her curves through her thin nightdress. She's wet, her panties drenched as I slip a finger inside her. She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed, lost in the sensation. We find our rhythm, her hips moving in time with my thrusting finger, until she shatters, her orgasm silent but intense.