Carly storms into her bedroom, still buzzing with leftover party noise and the sting of her boyfriend not showing up for her birthday. Worse, the only gift she’d ended up with was the one she’d bought herself: a multi-colored dildo still in its box. Fine. If no one else was going to make her feel good tonight, she would. She tore the packaging open, kicked off her shoes, and stretched out on the bed, sliding the toy between her thighs with a shaky breath. Mid-stroke she caught the closet door cracked just enough to show Johnny’s eyes. Her step-brother, the pervert. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. She didn’t close her legs. She spread them wider, working the toy deeper, moaning his name just loud enough for him to hear. When she was flushed and dripping she locked eyes with him and said it plain: birthday girl wants to get fucked, and she wants his cum dripping out of her when he’s done.