Confronting Little Brother Gone Wrong! (1)

Knock. Knock.

Artis's head snapped toward the door, his ears perking up like a horny hound catching a scent. No tiredness clung to him as he got up, his steps practically bouncing with the kind of vigor only someone on a post-breakthrough high could muster.

In his mind, he was already crafting scenarios. Maybe it was Juliana, bringing more of her mommy-energy vibes for him to "borrow." Or Nadia, strong but silently screaming "take me now!" Either way, his cock practically saluted in anticipation.

Slide.

The door creaked open, and Artis's lips curled into a wolfish grin at the sight before him. Standing outside, bathed in the golden hues of dawn, was none other than Nadia herself, looking less like a guest and more like a walking wet dream.

She wasn't wearing much, just a plain, see-through nightie that clung to her body like it had a personal vendetta against modesty.