Staring at his sister’s tits as she steps out the shower

He leans against the bathroom doorframe, eyes locked on her wet skin dripping down her curves—no shame, no lookaway. She knows he’s there. Smirks. Lets the steam cling to her panocha just a little longer. He swallows hard, hand already in his pants. She doesn’t cover up. Not even a little. This ain’t no accident. She’s been waiting for him to catch her like this. And now? She’s gonna make him beg.