My Stepbrother's Doll

I peered through the door crack and saw my stepbrother kneeling on the bed, unfastening his belt.

Beneath him lay a stunningly beautiful doll.

I thought I could use this to threaten him.

Little did I know, this was a trap he had set specifically to lure me in.

He nibbled my ear and whispered, "Baby, doesn't this doll look like you? Every night, I pretend she's you."

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My name is Lillian Lowell.

My mother had just remarried, and we had recently moved in.

I had just stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, wanting to hurry back to my room.

Suddenly, I heard a muffled groan coming from the room on the left.

Curious, I walked over and peered through the door crack.

I saw my stepbrother's hand moving rhythmically.

His hand was gripping something, and a doll lay on the bed.

The doll's hair seemed damp, as if wet with something.

I heard continuous sounds coming from inside.

My heart jumped, and I instinctively took a few steps back.

I was utterly embarrassed, my face flushed crimson.

I thought to myself: Is Ethan really like this? Isn't this a perfect leverage? Let's see how I threaten him.

But as I kept watching, I started feeling a strange sensation.

Unconsciously, I slipped my fingers between my legs.

I mimicked my stepbrother's movements, in and out.

Accompanied by his panting, I slowly closed my eyes.

Soon, a small puddle formed on the floor.

A flash of white light seemed to burst in my mind.

I covered my mouth tightly to prevent any sound from escaping.

Ethan seemed to be reaching his climax.

The veins on his forehead were prominent.

Just as I was stealthily pulling out my phone to capture the scene, Ethan suddenly turned his head.

Our eyes met directly.

My whole body shuddered violently.

I felt like a boiled shrimp, completely flushed.

I rushed into my room in a panic.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I felt my heart rate gradually calming down.

That's when I realized my towel had fallen off, probably during my frantic run.

As I was pondering, I heard a knock on the door.

Startled, I accidentally pressed the door handle.

Ethan's gaze immediately fell upon me.

I tried to turn and leave, but he scooped me up and carried me to the bed.

As if punishing me, he kissed me directly.

My hands, initially pressed against his chest, were pulled away and placed on his body, where he guided them to knead.

He scrutinized me freely, not missing a single detail.

Just when I thought he would keep kissing me, he turned and pulled something from his pants pocket.

I looked – wasn't that the kind of lingerie from comics?

Ethan held the garment against me, sizing it up.

He looked at me with a smile. "Lillian, don't you like clothes like this?"

With that, he dressed me in it.

The hem of the lingerie was a pearl chain, tightly cinching my lower body.

I felt a surge of sensation instantly.

Warmth pooled between my legs.

Ethan stood five meters away, arms crossed.

"Lillian, come to your brother."

I shook my head.

Unexpectedly, an intense, thrilling sensation shot through my lower body.

My mind seemed to blank out with another flash of white light.