"It's just a story," Oliver assures, but the tent in his pajama pants betrays his arousal. The girls exchange a glance, their pulses quickening. Penelope licks her lips, her eyes darting to David's crotch, the outline of his hardening cock visible. Aubree takes the lead, straddling David on the couch, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss. Oliver watches, stroking his own length as Penelope joins them, her small hands wrapping around both cocks, her tongue flicking out to taste her stepsiblings. The room fills with moans and wet sounds as they switch positions, Aubree riding David in cowgirl while Oliver takes Penelope from behind, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoes the spooky tale that started it all.