Yes

'Yes, I can be quiet.' You reply, barely above a whisper.

"Okay, I'm glad."

"Let me have another hug, I need it."

Martha presses up tight against you once again from behind.

"You feel so nice, bro."

With one hand Martha begins gently stroking up and down your arm, sending a small shiver through you.

"Shh..."

She brings her face right next to your ear.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you."

She whispers. Your breathing becomes quick.

Then, her hand moves up and gently rests around your throat, cupping it and caressing the sensitive skin of your neck with her thumb.

"It's nice, isn't it?"

She whispers in your ear, as she gently massages your neck. You swallow hard.

"I'm proud of you. You're being so quiet now. Such a good cuddler."

She says in a soft, sweet tone. You close your eyes and feel the heat from her body pressing against your back. Her grasp around your throat tightens ever so slightly, her hand pressing into your skin.

"So quiet. And warm."

"And soft."

"And obedient."

"You are such a good step-brother."

The grip on your neck becomes more firm. Your breathing accelerates a bit. Martha slowly slides her other hand down from your waist to your hip. You feel the hardness poking into your ass, now more apparent, as she moves. Her hand grasps onto your hip.

"This is what we should be doing every night, don't you think?"

She holds onto the front of your neck and your hip, possessively, and for a brief moment there is no other sound but the two of you breathing.

Her hand moves lower, slowly down from your hip. Her fingernails trail along your side. The sensation of her sharp nails against your skin is making your body tremble slightly. Martha pauses. Her fingertips are resting gently on the waistband of your underwear.

"Would you like that?"