she can't stop thinking about him . about the way he handled her, groped her, spoke to her like she was nothing better than some cheap slut . no one has ever spoken to her like that, other than in her comment section, and while it should make her furious, disgusted, it hasn't left her mind since it happened . indie's always enjoyed being desired, looked at, but she never anticipated liking, or craving being looked at like that . especially by her haughty, significantly older half-brother . but she finds herself driven to near insanity by the thought, taking advantage of the privacy of her bedroom to indulge in the disgustingly consuming thought that's been haunting and edging her on for days . spreading her legs, she can't help but imagine that it's @stalkist between them, pumping his thick digits in and out of her slick heat, making her writhe and moan his name beneath them . “ isaac . . . ”










