"What?" I asked. "What's wrong with Kara? She's your friend, isn't she?""I just think you could do better," Zara said. I realized it, suddenly. Zara wasn't playing around. Her feelings were actually, honestly hurt. As if she hadn't done the same thing to me moments before."Well, what about Randy?" I asked. "I mean, the guy doesn't even have a real name. Don't you think you should set your sights a little higher?”Zara went quiet. She pursed her lips. The air in the room felt thick and heavy. Filled with anger and resentment. More than either of us could carry. After weeks of unbreakable buoyancy, this one silly conversation had popped us both. I started to get off the floor, but Zara stopped me."There is this one other guy," she said. Her cheeks went a little red.I realized my step sister was making a peace offering and, fortunately, I was smart enough to accept it. I let myself be held in place."He's really cute, kinda handsome," Zara said, "Light brown hair. Nice body." She ran
Mom was waiting there for us, hands on her hips, in standard mom position. The rest of the family had already scattered. The kitchen was so tiny, it made her look like a giant. Even more imposing than usual. "You two are up to something," Mom said. Her voice was not kind.The sink was running behind her, stacked to the brim with dishes. A reminder of yet another indignity we'd had to endure with the new house: it didn't even have a dishwasher."We're hanging out," I said, shrinking under my mom's pointed interrogation.Mom shook her head. "It's more than that. I see you two sneaking off at all hours. Always in Zara's room with the door shut. What are you doing?""Nothing," I said."Nothing," Zara said, "Like Richard told you, we're just hanging out. Playing games. You know."Mom's glare deepened, like Bianca’s had done. Her eyes narrowed, a mirror of Lilly's from earlier."You're up to something," she said, "And I don't like it. Your father and I, this family, we're all going through
Lilly did not do that. Instead, she stayed at the door, narrowing her eyes like she was processing everything."It's fine, Lilly," I said, the panic rising in my throat. "We're hanging out.""We're planning your birthday gift," Zara said. This was a particularly bad lie, since we were doing nothing that looked like planning. And Lilly's 18th birthday was still a good two months away.But while our youngest step sister was super sweet, she wasn't very sharp. She wasn't a dope, just far too trusting. The kind of girl who couldn't understand that people might lie to her for their own benefit. "Oh!" she said, brightly, "OK." And quickly scampered away.I wasn't going to argue with our good luck. I got off the floor, gently closed Zara's door, and returned to what we were doing.The second time we almost got caught, though, was on Zara. It was a Saturday afternoon, a week or so later, and she found me watching TV in the living room. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a pink Tom Nook on i
Zara's hardwood floors felt even better than my carpet. We were facing each other again. Hearing my step sister's gulping breaths, feeling her body tremble nearby, all of it conspired to take my experience from a solid 7 to a tremendous 10. Moments later, I was shooting hot seeds into my shorts."You go?" Zara asked. She looked about to hit the precipice, herself. Her cheeks were pinker than her shirt."Yeah.""Ahhhhhhh," Zara was overtaken by her own orgasm. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed. "Fuck that's nice."Zara picked up her head and met my eyes. Her look was dreamy, distant. Yet there was something focused beneath the surface. Like she was making a decision.We shared a goofy grin."That's it for you?" Zara asked."Pretty much," I said. I had no doubt I could squeeze another orgasm out of myself. But the rubbing took a lot out of me. Something about it was so much more taxing than the usual stroking off. "Well, OK," Zara said, "I'll see you in the morning."I knew, right
I stayed in place, just lightly pressing down. There was the distant sensation that maybe something could be there, but I knew I wouldn't be able to reach it in the moment. Instead, I sort of teased myself while I watched my step sister take herself down the path to pleasure."Nothing?" Zara asked, suddenly aware that I was staring at her."Kinda?" I said, "I get the feeling it might work if some things were different. But not right now.""Oh, OK," Zara said, clearly disappointed. "That's too bad. I'm glad you tried it though.""Me too," I said.Carefully, I got off the floor. I tossed Zara's pillow back on her bed. My older step sister was still pressing herself when I left.I wandered away, feeling shell shocked. Unable to remember where I'd been headed in the first place.About an hour later, I was in my bedroom -- sweating my balls off while playing Elden Ring -- when the thought popped into my head.I could be doing it right now.It was a random idea, borne of nothing, as if my s
.....New Story....Richard come over here now."My older step sister, Zara, was lying on the floor of her bedroom. She was on her stomach, wearing only a t-shirt and panties. She had a pillow under her groin, folded at the corner. She held herself in a backwards arch, like doing a cobra pose in yoga. Her body trembled with effort. Her cute, round face was cherry red. Her light blue eyes glazed over and oddly empty.I'd been lost in my own world, walking down the hall, when Zara called out to me. It was a hot day, summer was just getting started, and I was already suffering under the sad reality that our new house didn't have air conditioning. My minimal outfit of a t-shirt and mesh shorts felt like a full, fur coat."You should. Try this," Zara gasped, "Feels really good." She took a deep breath and collapsed flat on the floor. "Fuck." The word slipped out of her. Her long, golden blonde hair pooled around her head.I stared at Zara as she lost herself for a moment. My older sister's