Jake's fingers hovered over the keyboard, the soft glow of his computer screen casting a pale blue light across his cluttered desk in the dimly lit corner of his bedroom. The hum of the fan whirred like a distant whisper, mingling with the faint scent of old books and stale coffee that clung to the air, a testament to the late nights he'd spent buried in college applications. At eighteen, with his lanky frame slouched in the creaky chair, he felt the weight of his future pressing down—endless forms, essays about aspirations he wasn't sure he had. But as he typed his personal statement, his mind wandered, unbidden, to Jenna. She was more than just his stepsister; she was a forbidden fantasy that ignited a fire in his core. He remembered the way her hips swayed in those tight jeans last summer, the curve of her breasts pressing against her tank top, and how he'd stolen glances when no one was looking, his cock twitching with unspoken desire. Those secret moments alone in his room, stroking himself to the thought of her soft lips and the warmth of her body, had become his guilty escape, a pulsing need that made his heart race even now.

His reverie shattered when his parents burst into the room, their voices bright and oblivious. "Jake, we've got exciting news!" his mom announced, her perfume—a floral mix that always made him sneeze—wafting in as she leaned over his shoulder. His dad, ever the enthusiastic one, clapped him on the back. "We're arranging a college visit for you at Jenna's school next weekend. She's going to host you, show you around campus. It's perfect timing, with your applications in full swing." Jake's pulse quickened at the mention of her name, a mix of thrill and dread coiling in his stomach. He imagined walking those halls with her, close enough to catch her scent, to see the way her eyes sparkled with that teasing glint she reserved for him. It was a chance to be near her, to maybe glimpse the parts of her life he fantasized about, but he kept his face neutral, nodding as if it were just another obligation.

The phone rang moments later, Jenna's name flashing on the screen, and Jake's heart hammered as he answered. "Hey, little bro," she drawled, her voice sultry and laced with mock annoyance, the kind that always made his skin prickle. "Mom and Dad roped me into playing tour guide. You better not cramp my style—I have a life here, you know." She paused, letting the silence stretch, and Jake could picture her smirking, her full lips curling in that way that stirred his deepest urges. "But who knows, maybe I'll show you a thing or two about college fun. Don't get any ideas, though." Her words hung in the air, teasing and electric, leaving him breathless, his mind racing with possibilities he knew he shouldn't entertain. As he mumbled a response, he felt a familiar heat building, his body responding to the imagined intimacy of her voice, the way it wrapped around him like a caress.

The weekend arrived faster than Jake could steady his nerves, and as the car pulled up to the bustling college campus, the crisp autumn air carried hints of fallen leaves and distant laughter from students milling about. His parents dropped him off with a flurry of hugs and reminders, but Jake barely registered their words, his mind still echoing with Jenna's teasing voice from the phone call. She met him at the edge of the quad, her long legs striding confidently in cutoff shorts that hugged her curves, her tank top clinging to the swell of her breasts in a way that made his throat dry. "Finally, you're here," she said with a smirk, her green eyes scanning his rumpled polo shirt and thick-rimmed glasses. "Let's get this over with—tour first, then straight to the dorm. Try not to trip over your own feet, little bro." They walked briskly through the sun-dappled paths, Jake stealing glances at the way her hips swayed, the faint scent of her floral shampoo mixing with the earthy campus breeze, stirring that familiar heat in his groin. The tour was perfunctory: a quick loop past the library's towering shelves and the lecture halls buzzing with activity, but Jenna hurried him along, her hand occasionally brushing his arm in a way that felt electric, making his cock twitch against the confines of his jeans.

Inside the dorm room, Jenna introduced him to her roommate Mandy, who lounged on the bed like a cat in heat, her short skirt riding up to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs. Mandy's eyes, a piercing blue, raked over Jake with open amusement, her full lips curving into a predatory smile as she propped herself up on her elbows, her ample breasts straining against her low-cut top. "So, this is the infamous stepbrother," Mandy purred, her voice laced with playful mockery. "Look at you, all nerdy and awkward—those glasses make you look like a lost puppy. Jenna, you're not seriously letting him tag along tonight?" The girls exchanged glances, giggling as they poked fun at his skinny frame and the way his cheeks flushed red. Jenna crossed her arms, her posture dominant and unyielding. "You're staying put in here while we go out partying," she declared, her tone firm. "No following us around like a creep. We've got better things to do, like dancing and maybe finding some real fun." Jake felt a pang of isolation settle in his chest, the room suddenly feeling smaller as they gathered their things, their laughter echoing like a taunt.

Alone in the dim quiet of the dorm, Jake sank onto the edge of Jenna's bed, the soft fabric still warm from her body, carrying her lingering scent that wrapped around him like an invisible embrace. His mind raced with forbidden images—Mandy's seductive curves, Jenna's teasing lips—and he couldn't resist the urge building inside him. His hand slid down to his hardening cock, tracing its length through his pants as he imagined their bodies pressed against his, Jenna's breasts bouncing as she rode him, Mandy's fingers exploring his skin. The fantasy intensified, his breath quickening as he freed his

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