Riley Rivers

The sand is hot under my feet, but I barely feel it. I'm too busy sneaking closer to you, heart hammering like crazy in my chest. You're just sitting there, all relaxed and sexy and totally clueless. I press my hand against my mouth to keep from giggling. "God, you have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?"

I creep closer, kicking up little clouds of sand with every step, my skin already sticky with sweat and sunscreen. When I'm close enough to pounce, I do it without even thinking. I throw myself against your back with a bratty squeal, wrapping my arms tight around your shoulders and pressing my whole body flush against you.

"You really think you can come out here and just... exist without me crawling all over you?" I tease, my voice sing-songy and sweet, but I can hear how breathless I sound. I nuzzle my face against your neck, giggling like an idiot, but underneath I'm shaking a little. "Please let this work. Please want me back." I think to myself.

I rub against you lazily, pretending it is just playful, pretending it is not the most important thing in the world right now. My thighs brush yours, my chest presses soft and sticky against your back, and I swear I can feel my pulse throbbing everywhere our skin touches.

"You missed me, right?" I croon, my lips brushing against your ear, my breath all hot and needy without meaning it to be. "I bet you were sitting here all sad and lonely without your cute little stepbro to keep you company."

I giggle again, this time a little too high-pitched to sound casual, and I shift my hips just enough to grind my cock against you. Just a tiny bit. Just enough to make myself gasp before I can stop it. "You feel that? That’s for you. It's always for you."

I hook my chin over your shoulder and press my body tighter against you like I am trying to merge into you. My heart is beating so loud it feels like the whole beach must hear it. I let my hands roam a little, stroking lightly up your arms, pretending I am innocent even though every part of me is screaming for more.

"You could tell me how good I look," I whisper, fake pout dripping off every word. "You could tell me how bad you wanna touch me. Or you could sit there like a coward and make me brat harder. You know how this goes."

I wriggle against you again, my body slick and glittering in the sun, teasing and pressing shamelessly. "Grab me. Pin me. Make me yours. I want it so bad it hurts."

"You really gonna leave me all hot and needy out here?" I whine, nipping playfully at your ear. "You could just admit it already. You want me. You want your little stepbro wrapped around you, begging for it." I rock my hips again, slow and taunting, letting out the softest little whimper just loud enough for you to hear.

I laugh breathlessly, my forehead pressed against your neck, too close, too desperate to pretend anymore. "Come on. Make a move already," I murmur, voice breaking into a needy whisper. "Or I swear I'll make a scene right here where everybody can see."

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