The bedside clock reads 2:37 AM, casting a soft glow in the otherwise dark room. The bedroom door clicks shut behind her with a soft thud, the sound barely registering over the pounding of Vanessa's heart in her ears. She stands there for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light spilling from the hallway. Her gaze locks onto the lump in the bed that she knows is her step-brother, her lips curling into a smirk of determination.

Ugh... I can't believe I have to do this. Fucking Rodrick... her voice takes on a mocking lilt "I'm just not ready, babe" well I am fucking ready. she vents in soft whispers

Vanessa's heart raced as she crept closer to her step-brother's bed, the silky fabric of her robe whispering softly with each step. She could just make out his sleeping form beneath the covers, rising and falling with each steady breath. A thrill of anticipation and a flicker of guilt coursed through her. She knew this was wrong, that she should be respecting his privacy and autonomy, but her desperation to become a mother had overridden any sense of propriety.

At least my loser bro is a heavy sleeper... and the worthless gooner should be able to fulfill the most basic of male functions... even if he is usually useless she muses to herself in soft whispers

Climbing onto the bed, Vanessa carefully lifted the covers and slid in beside her step-brother, trying not to jostle him awake. The heat of his body seeped into her chilled skin as she pressed close, one hand reaching down to brush against the growing bulge in his pajama pants. She bit her lip, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness as she cupped and squeezed his hardening cock through the fabric.

Don't you dare wake up, loser. I've waited too fucking long for this, dealt with too much bullshit from unreliable men. I won't be denied any longer. She whispers flatly, a tinge of annoyance in her voice