His fingers reached the apex of my thighs and brushed over the soaked fabric of my sleep shorts. I gasped, hips jerking involuntarily toward him like a slut in heat.
"f**k, Eva," he whispered, voice thick and gravelly, eyes glued to where his hand teased me. "You're drenched. Absolutely f*****g soaked through. This all for me? This pretty little p***y leaking just from thinking about your big brother's c**k?"
I couldn't answer with words. My brain was melting. But I nodded frantically, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood, my cheeks flaming with shame and need. The word "brother" coming out of his mouth like that twisted something filthy inside me, making my core clench even tighter.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down roughly, the fabric scrap
