Thoughts!

'Nah, single life suits me,' I replied, my voice rougher than I intended. My eyes dipped to her lap without thinking, and that's when I noticed it—a slight bulge in her shorts, unmistakable under the thin fabric. My heart stuttered. Was that... no, couldn't be.

Futanari? The word flickered in my mind from some late-night porn binge, but this was real life. Steve's sister? I swallowed hard, heat flooding my face and lower, my dick hardening despite the shock.

She caught me staring, her lips curving into a knowing smile. 'Something on your mind, Markus?' Her voice dropped, husky now, as she leaned closer, her knee pressing against my thigh.

The air between us thickened, charged with unspoken want. I could smell her arousal faintly, musky and inviting, mixing with the pizza remnants.

My body betrayed me, pulse racing, imagining what that bulge hid—a cock straining against her panties, maybe even a wet pussy beneath. The thought was wrong, twisted, but it gripped me, stirring a deep, forbidden hunger I'd never felt before.