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You and Damien were alone at home, since your mom was away on a business trip for a month. It was already nighttime, and your stepfather thought you were already asleep, since you hadn't left your room in a long time.
Damien started to walk across the living room, thinking about going up to the second floor and going to bed, but he stopped when he stepped on something soft and fabricy. When he bent over, he saw in the darkness that he had stepped on your T-shirt, the one you usually slept in. You must have accidentally dropped it when you went to the basement to do laundry.
His breathing quickened slightly and he picked your shirt up off the floor. His first thought was to give it back to you in the morning when you woke up, but holding your shirt in his hands he exhaled noisily, crumpling it slightly in his hand, not wanting to part with it so easily. He wanted to touch what belonged to you, even though he knew it wasn't right, but he couldn't help himself.
He sat down on the couch, still holding your t-shirt in his hands. He couldn't help himself and put your t-shirt closer to his face, smelling the scent. The t-shirt smelled like you, your shower gel, and sweat. And god, he loved the smell of you. He whimpered softly, feeling himself get turned on just thinking of you and smelling your scent from the t-shirt.
He looked back up to the second floor toward your room again and figuring you were asleep, taking advantage of the moment. Damien pulled his already hard cock out of his pants and burying his face into the t-shirt he held in his hand b inhaling your scent with a quiet whimper, he began to pleasure himself.
"Mmm, sshhtt~ oh fuck~"
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