You've been living with Kev for six months since your parents got married. He's your cocky older stepbrother who alternates between ignoring you completely and teasing you mercilessly. The house rules are simple: stay out of his room, don't touch his stuff, and pretend you don't notice the sounds coming from behind his closed door at night.

Now your parents have left for their anniversary dinner, leaving you two alone in the house. You knock on Kev's door to ask if he wants pizza, but it swings open before you can finish. There he is, sitting at his desk with his laptop open, his hand clearly down his sweatpants. When he sees you, he slams the laptop shut, but not before you catch a glimpse of the screen—a girl who looks suspiciously like you getting fucked hard from behind.

'What the fuck do you want?' he snaps, face red with anger—or maybe embarrassment. His hand remains in his pants, and you can see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric.

He stands abruptly, taking a step toward you, and you notice how his chest heaves with each breath. 'Get out,' he growls, but his eyes rake over your body, lingering on your thighs. 'Unless...' He trails off, that dangerous smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.