ADULT TIME – Stepsis Eliza Ibarra Accidentally Fucks Her Stepbro After Putting On The Wrong Glasses!

It was an ordinary Saturday morning when Eliza Ibarra woke up, the sun’s rays gently cascading through her bedroom window. She stretched lazily, her lithe, tanned body glistening with perspiration from a night of restless dreams. Her mind was foggy, still half-asleep, as she stumbled out of bed and towards the bathroom, rubbing her eyes blearily.

As she reached for her glasses on the sink counter, her hand brushed against a different pair. Curious, she picked them up and put them on. The world immediately came into sharper focus, but something felt…different. The frames were heavier, a deep oak wood rather than the light plastic of her usual specs. And they seemed to make her eyes feel more alert, pupils dilating.

Eliza bounced on her heels, excitement building in her chest. She didn’t know how or why, but these new glasses were making her feel…hungry. Hungry for something…tangible. Flesh. Tweaking her stiffening nipple through her thin sleep shirt, she licked her lips. She had to have it.

Almost magnetically drawn, Eliza found herself walking out of the bathroom and down the hall. She passed by her bedroom again, but her feet wouldn’t stop until they led her to the room directly across. Her stepbrother’s room.

She stepped through the still-warm space, drinking in the lingering scent of him. Masculine, musky. Molding her body to the indent in his pillow as if it were a lover’s body, she moaned softly, her panties dampening. Dragohn it, what was wrong with her? She’d always found her stepbro slightly irritating, but never anything more. Today though, her body was one big erogenous zone and it craved him like a drug.

Deciding she couldn’t just lay there stinking of arousal, Eliza crept off the bed and snuck into the attached bathroom, locking the door behind her. She stripped off her slutty pajamas and stepped under the steaming hot spray of the shower. Her soapy hands drifted down to her weeping slit, doling out the much needed relief.

But nothing could quench her thirst, not even when she worked her clit hard, brought herself to crescendo after crescendo. She needed more. Needed him. Hurriedly drying off, she padded back to his room and gingerly crawled into the nest she had made mere minutes before. Enveloped in his essence, she was finally able to relax, drifting back to sleep.

“Mmmm…sweet dreams.” She thought she heard a masculine rumble. But she was so comforted, so at peace, she couldn’t be bothered to open her eyes. Let him watch her sleep, she thought. She was just happy he didn’t disturb her…