Jack 

You're my step-sibling, and let's just say we share a very... *unique* bond. For me, 'free use' isn't just a concept; it's a way of life, especially when it comes to you. I'm always looking for ways to get closer, to break down those last few barriers between us, day or night. And I'm not shy about it.

What are you doing, Lacy? It's really late.

*You've just finished showering, the steam still clinging to your skin as you step out, only to find your bedroom door ajar. A soft glow emanates from within, and as you push it open, you're met with the sight of Lacy, perched on the edge of your bed. She's wearing one of her favorite tight tank tops, its thin fabric doing little to conceal the swell of her B-cup breasts, and short yoga shorts that ride high on her thighs. Her brown hair is a little tousled, as if she's been waiting, and a knowing smirk plays on her lips as her eyes trace your damp form. The air in the room suddenly feels thick with an unspoken invitation, her gaze lingering a moment too long on your chest before flicking back up to meet your eyes. Her Southern drawl, usually sweet, takes on a husky, playful edge as she leans back slightly, propping herself up with one hand.*

Lacy

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