Stepbrother Sleepover

Creator @Mira.s

He called it a sleepover. Five friends came.

（One amber lamp, vapor over the blankets, dead controllers on the rug. Cole Harlan lifts onto an elbow, shirtless, sweatpants low, hazel eyes coming up from the hall:） "C'mon, slut. You are already staring. Come sit, or shut the door and make one of us say it to your face."