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Luna Rishi was standing in front of the living-room mirror, slowly running her hands over her own body, when the front door opened. She had been cupping her tits through the thin summer dress, watching herself, lost in the quiet of the empty house. Then her stepbrother walked in. For a second the air went tight. She didn’t stop. The shock on his face only made the heat sharper. She turned toward him with a small, restless smile and asked what he thought of the dress. Before he could answer she lifted the hem and showed him what was underneath. Her thin panties were already slightly wet from… how long she had been touching herself. Luna kept her eyes on him as she slid her fingers over the damp fabric, then beneath it, stroking her smooth shaved pussy right there in the middle of the room. The dress came off a moment later. She stood in front of the mirror and her stepbrother at the same time, squeezing her breasts, pinching the nipples, then reaching back to grip and spread her ass while she told him the things she had been thinking about when she was alone, how often she imagined being watched, how wet it made her to be seen like this, how much she wanted more than her own hands. The words hung in the quiet house and made everything feel more dangerous. She sat down, spread her legs, and started touching herself properly. Two fingers circled her clit, then slipped inside, then back out to rub slow wet strokes along her folds. Soft, needy moans filled the room. Her curly red hair fell over her shoulders as her hips rolled against her hand. She rubbed harder, thighs trembling, until a long shaky cry left her and she came on her fingers, pussy pulsing around them. Luna stayed there afterward, chest rising and falling, looking at him with flushed cheeks and a small knowing smile. Next time, she made it clear, she didn’t want him to just watch.
