Only Tarts – Tanya Ray

While her stepbrother got ready for work, Tanya Ray slipped into his room the way she had been thinking about for weeks. His shirt was still warm from the chair. She took it to the bed, pressed the fabric to her face, and let the scent of him go straight through her. It was never only the shirt. It was him – on the cotton, in the room, in her head. She dragged it down over her natural tits, across her stomach, between her thighs, and started touching herself to the smell, slow at first, then with a hunger she couldn’t keep quiet.