My stepbrother is already inside me when I fully wake up.

It is 2:14 a.m. His hand is clamped over my mouth. His body is heavy and warm on top of mine. The only light in the room comes from the thin gap under the door. I can feel how hard he is, how deep he has already pushed, and how wet I somehow am.

“Quiet,” he whispers against my ear. “Mom’s door is open tonight.”

I nod under his hand. He starts moving.

Slow, careful thrusts that barely make the bed shift. Every time he sinks in I feel the stretch. My sleep shirt is pushed up above my...