STEP-SISTER’S SECRET 2

LENA’S POV

I spent the entire next day on edge — literally.

Every time I shifted in my seat, my clit throbbed, reminding me of Cass’s order. Don’t touch. I obeyed, even though it felt like torture. By evening I was a mess, my panties soaked through, my thighs clenching with every step.

At 9:58 I stood outside her door in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and cotton panties, my heart pounding so hard I thought she’d hear it through the wood.

“Come in,” her voice called before I knocked.

Her room was dim, lit by a single lamp. She sat on the edge of her king-sized...