Living With My Demon Stepsister

She was on top of me again.

Hoodie falling off one shoulder. No pants. No underwear. Her bare thighs were pressed against my hips, straddling me like she owned me — because at this point, maybe she did.

My boxers were gone. I didn't even realize she'd taken them. My whole body was on fire, pulsing, hard, helpless beneath her slow, teasing grind that gave just enough pressure to drive me insane.

"Look at you," she purred, her hips rolling in lazy circles. "So hard it hurts. You're lucky it's me on top and not someone else. No one else knows how to ride the edge like I do."

I was too far gone to reply. My hands gripped the sheets, jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded as I tried not to explode right then and there.

And then—

Click.

The door opened.

"Eli, what the—?!"

Dad.

His voice froze the blood in my veins.

Lila didn't move. Didn't panic, she didn't even act surprised.

She just turned her head—slowly, predatorily—toward him.

And stared.

Her eyes didn't glow. They didn't need to. There was a pull in her gaze, like gravity had decided it belonged to her now.

Dad stood there, blinking like he'd walked into a fog.

"Forget," she said, like it was just a word. But it wasn't. Not in her mouth. It was a command.

Dad blinked again. The color drained from his face. His expression twisted from outrage to confusion to something totally… blank.

"You…" he said. "You were picking your nose?"

I sat up, horrified. "What?"

He rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, you… do that. Sometimes. I've told you to stop."

"What the hell—?"

"Lock the door next time, alright?" Dad mumbled and wandered off, closing the door behind him like nothing happened.

Then silence.

Lila turned to me with the smuggest smile I'd ever seen.

"You... you hypnotized my dad," I breathed. "You hypnotized my dad."

She shrugged, nonchalant. "Memory nudge. A soft one."

"You made him think I was—what? Picking my nose?"

She grinned. "Better than thinking you were about to cum all over your demon stepsister, don't you think?"

I threw the blanket over myself, scrambling upright, red-faced and stunned. "That's not normal! That's… insane. You just rewrote his brain like it was a file on your laptop."

"Mhm," she said, sauntering toward the desk. "Want me to do you next?"

My blood went cold.

"Wait. You can do that? To me? I thought these was a rule about love and stuff."

She turned, leaning on the desk, her eyes sharp and sultry. "Eli, I could erase everything. The guilt, the hesitation, your name. I could turn you into my loyal little toy with a snap of my fingers."

"Then why haven't you?" I asked. "Why haven't you just… made me yours?"

She walked back to me, slowly, like a predator who liked to watch her prey squirm.

"Because I like it better when you choose me," she whispered, sliding her fingers along my chest. "When your body says yes even when your mouth says no."

She bent close. Her lips brushed mine — soft, dangerous.

"I could break your mind in half and rebuild it to worship me," she murmured, "but where's the fun in that?"

Then she kissed me — deep, wicked, claiming — before pulling away, her breath hot on my neck.

"Oh, and Eli?" she added, opening the door with a smirk. "Try touching yourself tonight, and I'll know. And when I punish you for it… I won't be gentle."

She winked and left, hips swaying like she'd just won a game I didn't know we were playing.

Sweating.

Throbbing.

And completely owned.

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To Be Continued…