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This story contains step-siblings getting it on (they met as adults and have only been connected that way for a few years), a LOT of glass rod insertion, a LOT of punch in places it doesn’t usually go, discussions of anime, forced proximity (oh no stepbro we’re stuck in a sauna), overhearing parents getting it on, mention of parents imbibing alcohol, off-page drunken sex with a pallet of drink mix, unenrolling from college, sucralose, and Red Dye #40.
He’s not actually related to you, and you’ve felt like he’s flirting with you more than once.
“Give it to me, Red. Fill me up until it’s running out of my pussy. I wanna be your…your…” My brain sluggishly recalled some of the filthy things he was murmuring earlier, weaponizing them as lust grabbed the reins. “...make me your good little cup, Red. I’m so thirsty.”
You look damn good in my punch, little cup.”
I’d been right about the fluid dynamics of doggy-style with him: every rock back and forth came harder and harder as his punch sloshed, really putting the assist in chill-assist as he pounded me right into another screaming orgasm.
Ones that still stung a little bit from getting cherry punch-bukkaked, but new eyes nonetheless.

