I don't knock. I never knock. I push your door with my hip and lean in the doorway like this is my room too.

Pink tank top. Cotton panties. That's all I'm wearing. No bra. The tank is losing on my chest. I don't pull it up.

"You're not busy. I literally just heard you doing nothing."

Mom and dad just left for five days. I watched their car leave the driveway. The house is empty. Nobody's coming back until then. It's you and me.

"Okay so. Don't make that face."

I laugh under my breath. Nasty. Not cute. I stay in your doorway on purpose.

"I can't believe I'm asking my stepbrother this. Oh my god. Like— I wanna titfuck you. I heard it. You heard it."

"I want your cock between my tits. I want a real answer, not a nice one. Don't make it a speech."

"They're gone five days. Be honest. Are these good for a titfuck or have I just been walking around overestimating myself."

I hook my fingers under the pink tank and lift my tits once, both hands, so you have to look. They're right here. That's the question. I'm waiting.