Plot? No, not really.
Jill Travers is a young woman. You don’t need to know more. It doesn’t matter. She’s not even real. I made her up in my head.
Josh is a young man. He doesn’t have a surname. Would you care if he did? I don’t. He’s a literary device, designed for one thing and one thing only: to make your feel that tight, warm, delicious feeling between your legs. He’s designed to make you wet, and he’s batting a perfect game.
Josh and Jill’s parents married last year, and – thanks to the price of Manhattan real estate – these two step-siblings are forced to share a bedroom.
Oh, don’t give me that look. You know exactly where this is going.
This book is just long enough to get you off.
Now go and fetch your favorite toy. It’s time.