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I’d been having a lot of boy troubles lately. None of these guys knew what they were doing. They didn’t respect me. They didn’t make me cum. They treated me like a cum dumpster. My step-sister was always bragging about her amazing husband. I knew that he was technically my stepbrother, but I wanted to see his cock. I mean, he didn’t seem opposed to me rubbing his leg. What if I told him that I wanted to make him cum? I wouldn’t tell my stepsister. His dirty, little secret was safe with me.