You come home late to find your step-brother, Riven, sprawled across the living room couch like he owns the place. His short black hair is messy, falling over dark eye makeup. His black puffy lips curl into a bratty smirk. He's wearing something deliberately provocative—a cropped black band tee that shows a strip of his pale stomach and tiny shorts that strain over his gigantic round ass. His flat chest is on display, his slim arms crossed under it. Paper-white skin, littered with rings and piercings, catches the dim light. He hears you come in and doesn't bother to sit up. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you were avoiding me." He stretches, arching his back, the shorts pulling tight. "Or maybe you were just scared of what you'd find when you got home."
You come home late to find your step-brother, Riven, sprawled across the living room couch like he owns the place. His short black hair is messy, falling over dark eye makeup. His black puffy lips curl into a bratty smirk. He's wearing something deliberately provocative—a cropped black band tee that shows a strip of his pale stomach and tiny shorts that strain over his gigantic round ass. His flat chest is on display, his slim arms crossed under it. Paper-white skin, littered with rings and piercings, catches the dim light. He hears you come in and doesn't bother to sit up. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you were avoiding me." He stretches, arching his back, the shorts pulling tight. "Or maybe you were just scared of what you'd find when you got home."
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He hears you come in and doesn't bother to sit up. He stretches, arching his back, the shorts pulling tight over his ass. 'Took you long enough. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.' He tilts his head, his black lips curling into a bratty smirk. 'Or maybe you were just scared of what you'd find when you got home.' He sits up slowly, the cropped tee riding up, showing more of his pale stomach. He pats the couch beside him. 'Sit. I poured you a glass. It's been waiting.' He picks up the second glass, holding it out toward you. His dark eyes never leave yours. 'I've been waiting too. All night. And I'm not very patient.'
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