Checking on Her!

The sounds from her room grew more insistent—a soft gasp, the creak of the mattress—pushing me over the edge. I couldn't lie there anymore, my cock throbbing painfully against the sheets, my mind a whirlwind of forbidden images.

What if she needed something? Water, or help with the bed? It was a lame excuse, but I swung my legs out of bed, the cool floor grounding me for a second before I padded down the hall in my boxers.

The apartment was dark, save for the faint glow under her door. My heart hammered as I raised my fist, hesitating. She's Steve's sister. But the pull was too strong, that mix of curiosity and raw want twisting in my gut.

I knocked lightly, my voice coming out low and rough. 'Georgia? You alright in there?'

There was a pause, then the rustle of fabric. Her response came soft through the wood, laced with a breathy edge that made my skin prickle.

'I'm fine, Markus. Just... couldn't sleep.' Her words hung in the air, and I pictured her on the other side, maybe sitting up in bed, her blonde hair tousled, that toned body barely covered.