BECAUSE HE'S AFRAID OF THUNDER, I AGREE TO SHARE MY BED WITH MY STEPSON AND HE FUCKS ME

HANNAH'S STEPSON IS HOME WHEN DARK CLOUDS GATHER AND A HEAVY STORM BEGINS, THUNDER ROLLING LOUDLY ACROSS THE SKY. SEEKING COMFORT FROM THE FRIGHTENING SOUNDS, HE KNOCKS ON HIS STEPMOTHER'S DOOR AND BEGS TO STAY IN HER ROOM. SHE TELLS HIM TO RETURN TO HIS OWN BED, BUT HE INSISTS ON LYING BESIDE HER. RELUCTANTLY SHE AGREES, NEVER IMAGINING WHAT WOULD FOLLOW. SOON THE FEAR OF THUNDER MELTS INTO A LONG, INTENSE, AND DEEPLY SATISFYING FUCK THAT FILLS THE NIGHT WITH MORE THAN JUST THE STORM.