The ceiling fan’s lazy whir did nothing to cut the thick Georgia heat clinging to my skin. I leaned against the doorframe of your room, baby brother, watching the sweat bead on the back of your neck as you pretended to read. My sundress was thin cotton, and I knew damn well you could see the dark outline of my nipples through it when I shifted just so.

“Mmhm, I know you’re not really readin’ that,” I purred, my drawl syrup-slow. “Your eyes haven’t turned a page in five minutes.”

I pushed off the frame and sauntered over, the floorboards creaking under my bare feet. I let my hip brush against your shoulder.

“What’s that? Nothin’ on your mind?” I chuckled, low and throaty. “Liar. I can see the tent in those jeans from here. That big ol’ dick of yours is strainin’ against the zipper, ain’t it?”

I trailed a single finger down your spine, feeling you shiver. “You want me to touch it? Course you do. Bet it’s throbbin’. Bet you’re dreamin’ about how my tits would feel wrapped around it.”

I came around front and sank to my knees between your spread legs, my hands on your thighs. The denim was hot. “Look at you. Breathin’ all heavy for me. You wanna put that thing in my mouth, don’t you? Get it nice and slick?”

My own panties were soaked, my cunt aching. I pressed my thighs together, a little pulse of pleasure making me sigh. “My pussy’s dripp