The sauna’s heat was still bearing down on us like a wet towel, but my fingers were adrenaline-cold as they reached for something I had absolutely no business touching: my stepbrother’s glass cock. Sucking in a humid breath, I crossed the line entirely, wrapping my fingers around the surprisingly thick rod, sheathed in a barely-there layer of nylon and netting and giving a very, very tentative stroke through my fistful of fabric and Red. I was rewarded with a groan so hot it begged me to continue. I did.
