Literotic asexstories – Falling in Love with Your Stepsis by harkon9225,harkon9225 You walk into your quiet house after a long day at school. “Hello? Anyone home?” you call out, your voice echoing through the empty house. No response. Your heart races as you realize you’re alone, and your mind starts to wander towards your stepsister, Jenny. The two of you are both seniors at the same high school, but your different after-school activities have you arriving home a bit before her. Although technically she’s older than you, you celebrated your 18th birthday only a week after she celebrated hers. As you continue to think of her, a curiosity strikes you, and you decide to sneak into her room.
Jenny’s room is one of a typical 18-year old girl’s, with an air of sweet innocence and budding sensuality. You carefully examine her belongings, picking up a bottle of her perfume and inhaling the intoxicating scent. You look at Jenny’s bed, a stark contrast to her normally tidy self. The rumpled sheets and blankets are a tangled mess, spilling over the edges of the mattress. The pale pink duvet cover is adorned with whimsical white floral patterns, a mix of innocence and femininity that reflects Jenny herself. Her pillows, some covered in soft satin pillowcases, are strewn haphazardly across the bed. A single indentation remains where her head once laid, her lingering scent still permeating the fabric.
Feeling a bit more daring now that no one has interrupted your exploration, you approach Jenny’s panty drawer, your heart pounding in your chest. You slowly open the drawer and find yourself staring at an array of colorful, lacy underwear. You grab a pair, stretching the waistband between your fingers. These panties are a vibrant pink, with delicate lace trim around the edges and a tiny bow in the front. You can’t help but imagine them wrapped around Jenny’s firm, round ass.
Unable to resist, you move on to her dirty laundry hamper. Digging through it, you find a tight, white tank top with a low scoop neck, perfect for showing off her ample cleavage. The thought of her breasts spilling out of it sends a shiver down your spine. Another piece of clothing catches your eye — a short, black skirt that rides up her thighs. You can’t help but picture her long, toned legs in that skirt, teasing you with every step.
Finally, your fingers close around a pair of worn panties. They’re a soft, baby blue color, adorned with white polka dots. Your eyes immediately lock onto the faint stain in the crotch of the panties. Your mind races with thoughts of Jenny, her wetness seeping into the fabric. Unable to suppress your urges, you bring the panties to your nose, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
As you inhale the intoxicating scent of Jenny’s worn panties, your cock begins to throb and harden, demanding your attention. The desire to be closer to your stepsister overwhelms you, and you can’t help but climb into her unmade bed. The sweet smell of your stepsister is all around you now, and you can almost feel her there with you. With your heart pounding, you grab one of her pillows, pressing it against your aching erection.
You start to grind against the pillow, your cock rubbing against the soft fabric as your hips rock back and forth. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body, fueling your vivid fantasies of Jenny. In your mind’s eye, you see her lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a seductive smile. Her perky tits are on full display, nipples hard and begging for your touch. You imagine cupping her breasts in your hands, pinching and rolling her nipples between your fingers as you whisper, “You like that, don’t you, Jenny?”
Your thoughts shift to her pussy, glistening with arousal. You picture her delicate pink folds, slick and swollen, aching for your touch. You imagine running your fingers along her slit, feeling her wetness before slipping a finger inside her tight, warm entrance.
As you continue to grind against the pillow, you can’t help but picture Jenny’s firm, round ass. Your mind conjures an image of her bent over, presenting herself to you, her tight asshole and dripping pussy on display. You imagine how it would feel to grab her hips and pull her against you, sliding your cock deep inside her, as you groan, “Oh Jenny, take my fucking cock.”
Feeling the overwhelming need to be closer to Jenny, you finally free your throbbing cock from the confines of your pants. You take the pair of panties you’ve been clutching from her dirty laundry, the fabric imbued with her scent and stained with her juices. You wrap the soft satin around your rock-hard cock, the sensation of the fabric against your sensitive skin igniting your desire even more.
As you use her panties to stroke yourself, the pleasure builds, and your mind begins to race with even more vivid images of Jenny. You imagine her lying on her bed, wearing these very panties, her fingers teasing her pussy through the fabric. You can hear her moaning your name, saying, “Oh, Marcus, I wish it was your fingers touching me.”
In your fantasy, Jenny slowly peels off the panties, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband and sliding them down her long, toned legs. Her eyes are locked on yours as she seductively removes the last barrier between you and her most intimate area, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.
With a wicked grin, she takes the panties and begins to stuff them inside her soaking wet pussy. You watch as the fabric disappears into her tight, warm entrance, your own pleasure intensifying as you stroke yourself with the very same pair. Jenny’s moans grow louder, and she breathlessly tells you, “I wish it could be your cock inside me, Marcus.” While the panties are inside her, Jenny continues to play with herself, hips bucking as she rubs her swollen clit and pinches her nipples. Her moans and gasps fill the air as she rides the waves of pleasure.
You imagine her orgasming, her back arching off the bed as the pleasure consumes her. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her mouth gapes opens spilling forth moans of pleasure. Her fingers work furiously on her clit, the soaked panties still stuffed inside her, providing a delicious fullness that amplifies her ecstasy. Her moans grow more urgent and ragged, her breaths coming in short gasps as her orgasm washes over her. Her pussy clenches tightly around the panties, her juices flowing around the fabric and running down her inner thighs.
As the waves of pleasure subside, she carefully pulls the panties from her quivering pussy, soaked with her juices. You can see her juices glistening on the fabric as she holds them up, a satisfied smile on her face. You imagine Jenny wrapping the soaked panties around your throbbing cock, using them to stroke you just as you’re doing in reality. Your pleasure reaches new heights as you imagine her breathy voice whispering in your ear, “Cum for me, Marcus. Show your stepsister how much you want her.”
As you imagine your stepsister whispering that line, pleasure courses through your entire body, feeling as though every nerve ending is on fire. Your cock throbs and pulses as you begin to shoot out thick ropes of your hot cum. The sensation of Jenny’s panties wrapped tightly around your throbbing member amplifies the intensity of your release, making it feel like an unstoppable tidal wave of pleasure. Your cock twitches and spasms as it shoots stream after stream of hot cum. Your seed coats the inside of her panties, the fabric absorbing some of the sticky fluid while the rest pools on the surface.
Most of your release is captured by the fabric, but as you continue to stroke and coax your cum out, some of it spurts free, landing on your stepsister’s bed. A few splatters of your release hit the pillow where her head once lay, while others land on her sheets, leaving an unmistakable trail of your lust. The white, viscous fluid creates a striking contrast against the pale pink sheets, making it impossible to ignore the evidence of your carnal act.
As your orgasmic haze fades, a sudden panic begins to set in, as you realize what you’ve done. You look down at the mess you’ve made, seeing your stepsister’s panties soaked with your cum. The once pristine, delicate blue panties are now unrecognizable, marred by the creamy white of your cum. They panties cling to your still-sensitive cock, the soaked fabric heavy with the weight of your release. Pools of your thick, sticky seed gather in the crevices where the material folds, contrasting against the delicate pattern and emphasizing the debauchery of the act you’ve just committed. Your panicked eyes dart to the bed, where the stray shots of semen have started to soak into the sheets and pillow.
The room fills with the unmistakable smell of your own release, a heady mix of musk and sweat, reminding you of the primal act you’ve just committed. Your stepsister will be home soon, and just the smell alone will tell her something is terribly wrong. Your heart races, and your breath comes in short, quick breaths as you frantically try to think of a way to fix the situation.
As you sit there, frozen in panic, the sound of the front door opening sends a jolt of terror through you. You hear your stepsister’s voice call out, “I’m home!” The reality of the situation hits you like a ton of bricks, and you remain paralyzed, unable to think of a way to hide the evidence of your actions. The sounds of Jenny closing the front door and taking off her shoes echo through the house. With each passing second, her footsteps draw closer and closer, the sound of her coming up the stairs sending your heart racing even faster. Despite the imminent danger, you find yourself unable to move, trapped in the throes of fear.
The door to her room swings open, and there stands Jenny, wearing her school uniform–a pleated skirt and crisp white blouse, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her glasses perched on her nose. Her blue eyes widen in shock as she takes in the scene before her: you, sitting on her bed, her cum-soaked panties still wrapped around your spent cock, and her sheets and pillow stained with your release.
“What the fuck are you doing, Marcus?!” she exclaims, her voice a mix of anger and disbelief.
The intense shame and guilt washing over you from being caught in such a situation by your stepsister is completely overwhelming. Tears begin to involuntarily well up in your eyes. “I… I’m so sorry,” you stammer, not knowing what else you could say.
Seeing your distress, Jenny’s expression softens, and she hesitates for only a moment before crossing the room to comfort you. “Hey… it’s okay,” she says gently, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “It’s alright, it’s alright. Look, I’m not mad.”
“I… I’m sorry,” you choke out through your tears. “I just… I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry, Jenny.”
As she sees your remorse, Jenny seems to understand the depth of your confusion and shame. Her anger dissipates, replaced by a newfound compassion as she realizes the complexity of the situation. “It’s okay, Marcus,” she repeats softly. “We’ll figure this out together, alright? But first, let’s deal with this mess.”
Jenny’s gaze falls upon your semi-erect cock, still encased in her cum-soaked panties. She hesitates for a moment before reaching down and carefully unwrapping the fabric from around your penis. She takes a sharp breath at the sight of your member. Holding up her soaked panties, she seems captivated by the sight–the once innocent garment now drenched in your seed and clinging to itself. The scent of your arousal hangs heavy in the air, an intoxicating mix of musk and sex that fills the room.
You climb off the bed and begin to put your clothes back on. As you notice her mesmerized by her panties you ask “Jenny, are you okay?”
Her eyes flick back to your face, and she seems to snap out of her reverie. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replies. You notice her casting one last glance at your penis before you pull up your pants to cover it. She returns to the task of cleaning, gathering up the stained sheets and pillows. “I’m going to wash these,” she says, her voice steady but with an undercurrent of uncertainty. As she leaves the room to start the laundry, you open the window, hoping the fresh air will help dissipate the lingering scent of your indiscretion.
As you make your way to the laundry room, Jenny is loading the stained sheets and pillows into the washing machine. Just then, you both hear the front door open, and your mom announces her return. “I’m home! I brought home dinner!”
Jenny and you exchange a look, silently agreeing to keep your secret for now and discuss it later. You both head to the kitchen, doing your best to act normal in front of your mom. “Hey, Mom,” you say, forcing a smile. “Thanks for picking up dinner. What did you get?”
Your mom sets down bags filled with food and replies, “I got some sandwiches and salads from that little deli down the street.”
As the three of you sit down to eat, the three of you make small talk, discussing the colleges you’ve been accepted to, and what each of you are planning to major in this fall. While the conversation is casual, there’s an unspoken tension between you and your stepsister that you both try not to acknowledge in front of your mom. After dinner, you excuse yourself and head back to your room to work on your homework. But as you sit at your desk, you find it nearly impossible to concentrate. The weight of your actions still hangs heavily on your mind, a mix of shame and uncertainty filling your thoughts.
Hearing a knock at your door, you call out, “Come in.”
Jenny enters, still dressed in her school uniform, and closes the door behind her. “Can we talk?” she asks, her voice hesitant.
“What’s Mom and Dad doing?” You ask cautiously.
“Mom had to run back to the office for an emergency, and Dad called saying he’s going to be home late,” Jenny explains before taking a seat on your bed. She looks at you earnestly and asks, “Why were you masturbating in my room?”
Taking a deep breath, you begin to explain your feelings. “Jenny, ever since our families merged, it’s been a big adjustment for me. I was used to being an only child, and suddenly, I have a pretty stepsister like you living so close to me. It’s been hard for me to not see you as a woman.” You pause for a moment to collect your thoughts, and then continue, “And even though I’m an adult about to go off to college in a few months, I’m still a virgin with no experience with girls. I snuck into your room after school just to see what a girl’s room was like. When I saw your panties though… I couldn’t help myself. I just got carried away.”
“It’s alright.” Jenny says. Your older stepsister takes a deep breath, then admits, “I don’t have any experience with guys either. When I saw your penis earlier today, even though you’re my stepbrother, I found myself getting aroused.”
Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you listen to her confessions. Your mind races with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions–surprise, guilt, excitement, and confusion all battling for dominance. It’s difficult to process what she’s saying, and you’re unsure of how to respond. Jenny continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “Sex has been on my mind a lot as well. I’ve been thinking… maybe we could explore together?”
In shock, the only thing you can do is ask, “Are you serious?”
She looks into your eyes. “Come here.” Still in disbelief, you hesitantly move closer and sit down on the bed next to her. Your stepsister leans in and presses her lips against yours, initiating a tender, exploratory kiss. Your lips move slowly against each other, the warmth and softness of her mouth sending a thrill through your body. As the kiss deepens, you begin to taste her–sweet and slightly salty, a combination that awakens your senses and ignites your desire.
The kiss gradually becomes more passionate, and your tongues tentatively meet, dancing and teasing one another. You feel the heat rising between you, your heartbeats syncing as your breathing grows heavier. Your hands move to cradle her face, while her fingers gently thread through your hair, pulling you closer. As the intensity of your kiss grows, you can’t help but feel excited, doing this with your stepsister. Jenny breaks off the kiss, and whispers to you, “I want you to show me how you masturbated.”
You can hardly believe what’s happening, but you manage to say, “Okay.” Standing up, you pull down your pants, revealing your fully erect cock. Climbing back onto the bed, you lean against the wall and begin to stroke yourself. Your stepsister leans down, bringing her face closer to your cock, her eyes wide with fascination. She watches your every move, taking in the sight of you pleasuring yourself.
You use your thumb to spread the pre-cum around the head of your cock. You swirl it over the sensitive tip, teasing yourself with the pleasurable sensation. Your breath catches in your throat, and you can’t help but let out a low moan. Jenny’s eyes widen, clearly intrigued by your reaction. Feeling bolder, you tell her, “Why don’t you touch yourself too?”
Jenny hesitates for a moment. With a tentative nod, she decides to give in to her desires. She stands up and lifts her skirt, revealing a pair of white panties that hug her curves. Her fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, and she pulls them down, exposing her perfectly round ass cheeks and the pink, glistening folds of her pussy. As she bends over to pick up her panties from her ankles, you’re struck by the sight of her wet, swollen lips and her tight, puckered asshole. The raw view of her most intimate areas sends a surge of lust through you. Your stepsister hands her panties to you and says, “Here, you can use these, just don’t ruin them like my other pair.”
You accept them, feeling the lingering body heat in the fabric, and the dampness from her excitement. Wrapping them around your stiff cock, you savor the sensation of the soft, warm, damp fabric gliding over your sensitive skin, each stroke intensifying the pleasure. The fact that these are your stepsister’s fresh panties carrying her scent and arousal pushes you even closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Your panties feel so good around my cock,” you whisper.
Jenny climbs back into the bed, also leaning against the wall, sitting next to you. She spreads her legs slightly, granting her fingers better access to her pussy, all while staring intently at you using her panties to stroke your cock. Her fingers gently trace the outline of her delicate folds, dipping slightly into her wetness before running back up to circle her clit. A soft moan escapes her lips as she watches your hand move along your cock, her own fingers beginning to explore her body further.
Jenny’s fingers become more confident in their movements, rubbing her clit in slow, circular motions as her other hand reaches up and under her shirt to cup one of her breasts. Her thumb flicks over her now-hardened nipple, and her eyes occasionally flicker between your face and your hand stroking your cock. The connection between you two intensifies as you both watch each other, taking in every reaction and expression.
As her arousal builds, her fingers move faster, applying more pressure to her clit. Her breathing grows heavier, her chest heaving. Occasionally, she slips a finger inside her pussy, curling it to reach that sensitive spot deep within. As she does so, she locks eyes with you, her dazed gaze and open mouth conveying the pleasure she feels. The sight of her pleasuring herself serves to further fuel your own arousal, and you find your strokes becoming more focused. Your moans mix together as you both get closer to climaxing, creating a symphony of pleasure that fills the room. Your eyes lock, and Jenny asks, “Are you about to cum?”
“Yes,” you moan, barely able to form the word.
“Me too,” she pants. As your orgasm builds, you grip your cock tightly, the sensation of using Jenny’s panties becoming almost unbearable. The pleasure reaches a crescendo, and with a guttural groan, you cum, hot ropes of semen spurting from your cock and landing on the hardwood floor below.
Beside you, Jenny’s breath hitches and her body tenses as she reaches her own climax. Her fingers flick erratically across her clit, her arousal pushing her over the edge. She puts a hand over her mouth, muffling a cry of pleasure and her back arches off the bed as her orgasm washes over her, leaving her trembling and panting.
As your orgasms subside, you both lay there, catching your breath and looking at each other. You stand up, your legs shaky, and grab some tissues from a nearby box. You hand them to Jenny, and she carefully wipes her glistening pussy, removing any traces of her arousal. Meanwhile, you kneel down and clean up the cum you shot onto the floor.
As you both start to get dressed, your stepsister breaks the silence, “We can’t let Mom and Dad find out about this. They’d kill us for sure.”
“Yeah,” you agree. You pull your pants back up, fixing your belt into place. “I want to keep doing more with you though.”
Jenny smiles, her eyes softening as you hand her panties back to her. She adjusts them, finding where to step in, then sliding them up her legs and smoothing her skirt into place. “Me too. We just need to be careful.”
Once you’re both fully dressed, you share another tender kiss with your stepsister. You feel the warmth of her lips against yours, the gentle pressure of your bodies pressing together as you both linger in the moment. You pull away slightly, your eyes meeting in a longing gaze that speaks of the desire to continue your secret journey together. “I’ll see you later,” Jenny whispers, then leaves your room, closing the door behind her.
The next day, as soon as the final bell rings at school, you rush home, eager for a few moments with your stepsister before your parents get home. A text from Jenny pops up, saying she’s headed back and almost home. Your excitement grows as you imagine what you’ll do together: an intense make-out session, groping and fondling each other’s bodies. You swallow nervously as you even think about the possibility of getting a blowjob or eating your stepsister out. 15 minutes later, you rush up to your front door, quickly opening it and announcing yourself. “I’m home!”
You hear Jenny reply from the living room. “Hey Marcus, I’m in here!” You excitedly kick off your shoes, but as you pass through the kitchen to get to the living room, your heart sinks at the sight of your mom.
She greets you with a warm smile, “Hi, honey! How was school?”
You manage a weak smile, “Fine, thanks, Mom.” Disappointed, you head into the living room and sit down on the couch next to Jenny, who’s watching a TV show. Turning to her, you whisper, “Can we still do something together?”
Jenny glances nervously towards the kitchen. She whispers back, “I want to, but it’s too risky right now.” Feeling impatient, you persist. Your hand wanders towards her, but she quickly slaps it down. “I’m serious. Mom’s right there.” She whispers back firmly.
As if on cue, your mom gets up and enters the living room, a curious look on her face. “What are you two whispering about?”
You and Jenny exchange a quick glance, and she says, “Oh, nothing, Mom. Just talking about the show.”
Your mom gives you both a curious look but seems to accept the explanation. “Alright, just making sure you aren’t getting into any trouble.”
You watch tv with Jenny for a bit longer, but feeling dejected, you eventually get up from the couch and announce, “I’m going to my room.” Jenny gives you a sympathetic look as you leave the living room. Up in your room, you sit at your desk, doing your homework, but find it hard to concentrate. Thoughts of your stepsister consume you, making it difficult to focus on anything else. You can’t help but recall the way her lips felt against yours, the softness of her skin, and the scent of her body. Your mind wanders to fantasies of what may happen when you finally have the chance to be alone with her again.
The next few days don’t yield any real opportunities either. With your mom working from home for the rest of the week from Wednesday to Friday, you and Jenny don’t have many chances to be alone together. The tension between you both grows, as does your desire for one another. Despite the dangerous circumstances, the two of you still manage to sneak in a few stolen moments.
Wednesday after school, the two of you return home to find your mom locked in her office, taking a phone call. With scant minutes of alone time, you and Jenny seize the opportunity. You duck into the laundry room with your stepsister for a quick make-out session. The hum of the washing machine creates a pleasant rhythmic backdrop to your secret liaison.
As you close the door behind you, Jenny wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Your hands roam her body, feeling the curves beneath her clothes, while her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer. The taste of her lips, her breath mingling with yours, creates an intoxicating blend of desire and adrenaline. You slide your hands up Jenny’s shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin and the rapid beat of her heart beneath your fingertips. She shivers at your touch, her body pressing closer to yours, her hips grinding against you as your lips remain locked in the heated embrace. As your hands explore further, reaching the clasp of her bra, Jenny breaks the kiss, her eyes wide with a mix of desire and fear. She whispers breathlessly, “We have to stop… it’s too risky.” Reluctantly, you nod in agreement, knowing the danger of being discovered. You share one more lingering kiss before straightening your clothes and fixing your hair.
Thursday night during family movie night, you and Jenny sit on the couch under a shared blanket as the room is illuminated by the flickering glow of the screen. With your mom and dad sitting nearby, you can’t help but feel a sense of danger as you initiate a secret touch. Your hand finds Jenny’s under the cover of the blanket, and you intertwine your fingers, a silent expression of your connection.
As the movie plays, you slowly and discreetly move your fingers along the inside of her thigh, teasingly brushing against the sensitive skin. Jenny inhales sharply, which she turns into a cough to avoid suspicion. Her eyes glance towards you, a mixture of excitement and warning in her gaze. She bites her lip, trying to suppress any sounds that could give away your secret game. You continue this delicate dance of touch and caress, the thrill of potentially being caught heightening the excitement. Jenny’s grip on your hand tightens, her body tensing with anticipation, but you both know you can’t push it any further. As the movie ends and the credits roll, you reluctantly withdraw your hand from her thigh, and she squeezes your fingers one last time, a silent promise of more to come when the opportunity arises.
Friday evening, as you walk down the hallway to take a shower, you notice the bathroom door opening. Jenny emerges, her body wrapped in a towel, her skin glistening with moisture and her hair damp from the shower she just took. Your eyes lock, and you can feel the heat of desire surging between the two of you.
In response to your gaze, your stepsister grins, putting a finger to her lips to tell you to stay quiet. She slowly unwraps the towel from her body, revealing herself to you in all her naked splendor. Her full breasts, topped with hard, pink nipples, beg for your touch. Her toned stomach, slick with droplets of water, accentuates the curve of her hips. Your eyes are drawn further down, to her shaved, glistening pussy, the swollen lips slightly parted in anticipation.
Your breath catches in your throat, and the sight of her on full display spurs you into action. You remove your clothes, allowing her to take in the sight of your fully erect cock, veins pulsing with arousal. Jenny’s eyes widen with desire, and you can see a shiver run through her body as she bites her lower lip. In this charged moment, you both revel in the sight of each other’s naked bodies, the mutual desire and longing reaching a boiling point. But just as you’re about to close the distance between you, the sound of your dad’s footsteps coming up the stairs breaks the spell.
Your stepsister’s eyes widen with panic, and she quickly wraps the towel back around her body. You hastily grab your clothes and retreat into the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest. As you close the door behind you, you can hear your dad’s voice, oblivious to the near miss. The sight of Jenny’s naked body remains etched in your mind, fueling your fantasies and desire for her even more. The danger of being caught only adds to the intensity of your longing, and you both know that you’ll need to find an opportunity to explore each other more fully, and fast.
Later that night, your parents call you and Jenny down to the kitchen. As you both take a seat at the table, your dad grins and announces, “We’re planning a beach trip this Sunday!”
Jenny’s eyes widen with excitement, but her brows furrow in concern a moment later. She says, “It’s been a while since I’ve been to the beach, and my swimsuit doesn’t fit anymore.”
You nod in agreement, adding, “I don’t think my trunks fit anymore either.”
Your mom, leaning against the kitchen counter, smiles warmly. “I’m going to be going grocery shopping tomorrow. Why don’t you two come along and I’ll drop you two off at the department store along the way?”
“Sure, sounds good, Mom.” Your stepsister says excitedly.
The next day, your mom calls up the stairs while you’re getting ready, “I’m leaving soon. Are you two ready to go? Otherwise you can just drive yourselves!”
From your respective rooms, both you and Jenny shout back in unison, “Coming!”
As you step out of your room, you catch sight of your stepsister wearing a summer dress. The way it hugs her curves makes her look absolutely stunning. Her long legs, accentuated by the dress’s short length, are on full display, and the low-cut neckline reveals just enough cleavage to make your heart race. Your breath catches in your throat, and you can’t help but whisper, “You look amazing.”
Jenny blushes, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and smiling shyly as she whispers back, “Thanks.” You both head downstairs to join your mom.
As you all settle into the car, your mom explains her plan. “I’ll drop you off and be back in an hour to pick you up.” Upon arriving at the store, you both get out of the car and watch as your mom drives away.
As soon as she’s out of sight, your stepsister grins at you. “Let’s hold hands while we shop.” she suggests playfully. “It’ll be just like a date.”
“That sounds nice,” you chuckle. You take her hand as you walk into the store together. Your palms touch, and you can feel the warmth of her skin as you interlock fingers. As you walk through the aisles, you occasionally give each other’s hand a gentle squeeze as you share secret smiles. The sensation of holding hands with your stepsister fills you both with a sense of exhilaration and freedom.
Jenny turns to you and asks, “If we were on a real date, where would you take me?”
You notice how her thumb gently caresses the back of your hand. You return the gesture as you think, feeling her soft skin under your thumb and reveling in the intimacy of the moment. “Hmm…” You say, thinking. “I’d take you to that little Italian restaurant downtown. You know, the one with the candlelit tables and the amazing tiramisu.”
Her eyes light up at the mention of dessert, and she tightens her grip on your hand. “Oh, I love tiramisu! You’ve got good taste. Now, what would we do after dinner?”
You pause to think for another moment, feeling the warmth of her hand in yours. “How about a moonlit walk on the beach? Just the two of us, barefoot in the sand.”
Jenny looks into your eyes, her fingers gently stroking the back of your hand. “That sounds perfect. Who knew my stepbrother could be so romantic?” You both share a smile, enjoying the flirtatious banter and the intimate connection of your entwined hands.
As you pass by colorful displays and rows of products, you can’t help but notice the way other shoppers occasionally glance at you and your stepsister, holding hands and flirting openly in the store. Eventually, you reach the clothing section and separate to find your own swimwear.
You browse through the swimming trunks, quickly picking out a pair that seems functional and comfortable. With your decision made, you go in search of Jenny. As you approach, you spot her standing in front of a rack of bikinis, holding three different ones and examining them closely. She catches sight of you and grins, waving you over.
“Hey, come take a look at these!” she calls out. As you join her, she holds up the first bikini to her body. It’s a bright red one with a halter top and matching bottoms. “What do you think of this one?” she asks, her eyes meeting yours.
You take a moment to consider before responding, “The color is nice, but let’s see the others.”
Jenny switches to the second option, a blue and white striped number with a bandeau top. “Maybe this one?” she inquires, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“I like the stripes,” you say, “but show me the last one.”
Finally, she holds up the third choice, a string bikini in a bold, floral print. The way the colors complement her skin tone, and the tie-string design catches your eye, making your heart race.
“That’s the one,” you declare with confidence. “You’re going to look amazing in that.”
Jenny grins, nodding in agreement. “I’ll go try it on to make sure it fits.” She glances at the changing rooms and then back at you. “You should come with me so you can tell me how it looks,” she suggests, her voice filled with playful mischief.
You’re not sure how to respond, but before you can say anything, Jenny grabs your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours, and gently pulls you towards the changing rooms. As you draw closer, she glances around to make sure no one sees you. With a quick, mischievous grin, Jenny pulls you into the changing room with her and closes the door. You can’t help but feel a little nervous, and you whisper, “Shouldn’t I wait outside?”
She shakes her head, her eyes twinkling. “No, just turn around, and I’ll let you know when you can look.” You nod and turn around to face the door, giving her the privacy she needs to change. As you stand there, you can hear the rustle of fabric as Jenny takes off her summer dress, the soft sound of it sliding down her body and hitting the floor. Your heart races, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you listen to her movements. You hear the faint sound of her unclasping her bra next, along with the quiet rustling as she removes her underwear.
You then hear the sound of the bikini being picked up, the gentle swish of the fabric as she slides the bottom into place and ties the strings at her hips. The same process repeats as she puts on the top, securing the strings around her neck and back. The anticipation is almost overwhelming, but you keep your eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her signal.
Finally, she taps you on the shoulder, and you hear her whisper, “You can turn around now.” As you do so, your eyes take in the sight of Jenny in the string bikini. The bold, floral print accents her sun-kissed skin beautifully, and the design hugs her curves in all the right places. The bikini top emphasizes her full, round breasts, while the bottoms draw attention to her long, toned legs and the enticing curve of her hips.
With a nervous smile, she asks, “So, how do I look?” She looks stunning, and you find yourself momentarily speechless as you take in her appearance. Jenny stands there, a little shy but also proud, clearly enjoying the way her choice of bikini has captured your attention.
You take a moment to find your voice before responding, “You look absolutely incredible, Jenny.” Her smile widens, and your stepsister takes a step closer to you.
The air between you is charged with electricity as she leans in, pressing her body firmly against yours. As your lips press against Jenny’s, the intensity of the kiss grows with each passing second. Your mouths move in perfect harmony, your lips parting and firmly pressing together, and your breathing mingling together. You can feel the heat radiating from both of you in this moment frozen in time. The softness of Jenny’s breasts pressing against your chest sends a jolt of excitement down your spine, making your heart race even faster. Your hips meet, the firmness of her toned thighs against your own creating a magnetic pull that seems to draw you even closer.
Your tongues engage in a sensual dance, exploring each other’s mouths with fervor. You can feel every contour and texture, from the gentle softness of her lips to the slick, wet surface of her tongue. The friction between your tongues creates delicious sensations. As you make out, Jenny guides your hands down to her hips, positioning your fingers around the tie-strings of her bikini bottoms. You give the strings a gentle tug, and your stepsister whispers into your ear, her voice husky, “Go ahead.”
You yank the strings, untying her bikini bottoms. They open up, unveiling her as they fall to the ground, coming to rest at her feet. Your gaze is drawn to the sight of her glistening pussy, the soft, pink folds inviting and irresistible. The outer lips are slightly swollen and reddened, a clear sign of her excitement, and they part to reveal the wet, pink inner folds. Her clit is engorged and prominent, demanding attention, while the entrance to her pussy, coated with her juices, tempts you to slide your fingers inside.
Your hand slips between her legs, your fingers brushing against her wet, aching folds. She gasps into your mouth as you explore her, your touch gentle yet insistent. You slide a finger inside your stepsister, feeling her warmth and wetness envelop you. She moans against your lips, her body quivering with pleasure. As you continue to kiss Jenny, you add another finger, pumping them in and out of her as she writhes against you. Her body responds to your touch, her hips grinding against your hand, seeking more of the pleasure you’re giving her. Your thumb finds her clit, and you begin to circle it, adding another layer of sensation to the intoxicating mix.
Jenny breaks away from the kiss, her eyes filled with lust and desire. “Kiss me down there,” she pleads, her voice breathless and needy. You can’t resist her request, and you gently press her against the wall as you get down on your knees. She looks down at you, her eyes wide with anticipation. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she confesses.
As you start to eat your stepsister out, you take your time, savoring the taste and scent of her arousal. Your tongue teases her swollen clit, flicking and circling it, before dipping lower to explore her wet, inviting folds. You slide your tongue inside her, relishing the feeling of her tight, slick walls as she clenches around you. Your hands grip her hips, holding her steady as you devour her with abandon.
Overcome with pleasure, Jenny covers her mouth, trying her best to stay quiet. The sounds of her muffled moans and whimpers of ecstasy escape her lips as she struggles to contain herself. Her hips buck against your face, desperate for more contact, more sensation. In a breathy whisper, she gasps, “Don’t stop, please. You’re making me feel so fucking good.” As you continue to pleasure her, Jenny’s legs tremble with the intensity of her arousal. You can tell she’s close to the edge, and you’re determined to push her over. Between ragged breaths, she whispers, “Keep going, I’m so close.”
You continue eating your stepsister out with fervor, your tongue and lips running wild as you focus on her pleasure. She desperately tries to muffle the sounds of her arousal and you can sense she’s on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm. As her orgasm builds, you maintain your relentless pace, swirling your tongue around her clit and plunging it deep inside her quivering pussy. Jenny’s breathing becomes more ragged, her hands gripping the wall behind her for support as her legs threaten to give out. She arches her back, pressing her hips closer to your face, and then it happens — her entire body tenses, and she erupts in a powerful, all-consuming climax.
Her pussy clenches and spasms around your tongue, her warm nectar flooding your mouth as she loses herself in ecstasy. You can feel her body shudder and convulse as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her hands are clasped over her mouth, muffling her moans and gasps of delight as much as she can. You don’t relent, continuing to tease and lick her sensitive clit, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure for your stepsister until she’s left breathless and spent.
Jenny’s body trembles against the wall, her legs weak and unsteady, as the aftershocks of her climax continue to course through her. You continue to hold her hips, your hands supporting her, ensuring she doesn’t collapse. Her breaths come in shallow gasps, each exhale evidence of the overwhelming pleasure she just experienced. Gradually, her ragged breathing begins to slow, leaving her in a state of blissful satisfaction. As you feel her legs stop trembling, and you’re sure she can stand properly, you release her and stand up. She smiles as she takes in the sight of you, her stepbrother, who guided her to such a wild orgasm. Her eyes, glazed with satisfaction, meet yours, and she whispers, “That was incredible. I want to do the same for you too.”
“Yes, please,” you murmur, your voice thick with desire. “Seeing you like that got me so hard.” You undo your belt, allowing your pants to drop to the floor, revealing your throbbing erection straining against the fabric of your underwear. Jenny’s eyes widen at the sight, and she licks her lips in anticipation before dropping to her knees in front of you. Your stepsister wastes no time, her hand reaching out to grasp the waistband of your underwear and pulling it down, freeing your aching cock. Her fingers wrap around your shaft, stroking it gently as she leans in, her breath hot against your sensitive skin. Jenny’s tongue darts out, teasing the tip of your erection, licking away the bead of pre-cum that’s formed there. You can’t help but let out a moan, encouraging her to continue. “That’s it, Jenny. Suck my hard cock.”
Jenny takes your cock in her mouth, her lips wrapping around your shaft as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking you deeper with each pass. Her free hand reaches down to cup and massage your balls, the added sensation intensifying the pleasure. You can’t help but groan, the feelings overwhelming your senses.
“God, you’re amazing at this,” you whisper. As your stepsister continues to suck you, her hand and mouth working in perfect harmony, you can feel the pressure building inside you. She swirls her tongue around the head, flicking her tongue to tease the sensitive underside before plunging her mouth back down on your length. At the same time, she gently tugs and rolls your balls in her palm, expertly combining the sensations to drive you wild. The sound of her wet, sloppy blowjob fills the room as you struggle to maintain your composure.
Jenny’s pace quickens, her head bobbing faster as she takes you deeper into her throat. You can feel the tightness in your balls, the telltale sign that you’re getting close to your own climax. As she looks up at you with those lust-filled eyes, you know you can’t hold back much longer. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” you moan quietly.
Hearing this, your stepsister pulls her mouth off your cock for a moment and looks up at you with a wicked grin. “I’ll swallow it all, Marcus,” she promises, her voice sultry and seductive. “We don’t want to leave any mess behind, do we?” With that tantalizing offer, she dives back in. Jenny increases the intensity, applying more suction and pressure with her lips, while her tongue dances around the head of your throbbing erection. Her hand on your balls squeezes and teases, heightening the pleasure to a fever pitch.
With one final, masterful suck, Jenny tips you over the edge, and you explode in her warm, wet mouth. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you as you shoot your hot, thick load onto her eager tongue. She doesn’t miss a beat, flicking the tip of her tongue on the underside of your head, coaxing out every drop as her eyes lock on yours, filled with lust and triumph.
Once you’ve finished, Jenny slowly pulls her mouth off your cock, a thin trail of saliva connecting her lips to your sensitive head. She opens her mouth wide, showing you the pool of your creamy sperm coating her tongue and the back of her throat. The sight is incredibly erotic — your stepsister, her mouth filled with your semen, her eyes alight with satisfaction and pride. With a seductive smile, she closes her lips and tilts her head back, swallowing your load with an audible gulp.
Jenny stands up, her face flushed with satisfaction, and you notice a stray glob of cum she missed on her cheek. You reach out with your finger, wiping it off gently before offering it to her. She wraps her lips around your finger, sucking it clean with a lustful gaze in her eyes. The intensity of the moment draws you in, and you lean forward, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. As your tongues dance together, you taste the musky remnants of your cum mixed with her saliva, creating an intoxicating flavor. You both play with the lingering traces of your semen, swirling it around on your tongues before she swallows it down.
Eventually, you break off the kiss, both of you panting and exhilarated. “We should probably get out of here,” you say, your voice still slightly breathless.
“Yeah,” Jenny agrees, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Mom’s probably waiting for us by now.” You both quickly gather your clothes and get dressed. With your chosen swimwear in hand, you head to the store’s checkout, trying to act as casual as possible despite the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Once you’ve paid, you leave the store together, trying to shake off the lingering sensations of your passionate tryst.
As you exit, you spot your mom waiting for you in her car, completely unaware of the heated encounter that just took place. You and Jenny exchange a knowing glance before climbing into the backseat, your secret date finally over. As the car pulls away from the store, you and Jenny discreetly hold hands in the backseat, your fingers intertwining.
The next morning arrives, and you eagerly change into your swimming trunks, throwing on a t-shirt and cargo shorts over them. You head downstairs to find Jenny in the living room, packing her beach towel. She’s wearing a loose white t-shirt and shorts, and you can’t help but notice the outline of her bikini underneath the thin fabric. “Don’t forget to pack the sunscreen, too.” You say as you take in the sight of her.
“Right. That and my suntanning lotion as well,” she replies looking around for her bottles. When she finds them, she checks to make sure your mom and dad aren’t around before grinning and whispering to you, “I bet you want to help me apply it later, don’t you, Marcus?” You want to respond but hear your parents calling for you two to hurry.
Once everything is packed, you all head out to the car, with your dad driving and your mom sitting in the front passenger seat. Jenny and you take your places in the backseat, the excitement of the previous day’s encounter still fresh in your minds. As the car pulls onto the highway, you and Jenny exchange subtle, discreet glances, your hands brushing against each other’s in the limited space. Even the slightest touch sends a thrill through your body, and you can tell from the look in her eyes that she feels it, too.
With your parents focused on the road and their conversation, you take advantage of the opportunity to play with each other in the backseat. Your hand slowly inches closer to her thigh, finally resting on it as you give her a flirtatious wink. Jenny responds by boldly sliding her hand on top of yours, guiding it to the hem of her shorts and giving you an inviting smile. You discreetly slip your hand under the fabric of her shorts, feeling the warmth of her thigh. Jenny subtly parts her legs, allowing your fingers to inch closer to her bikini-clad pussy. At the same time, she reaches over, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your cargo shorts and slipping inside to teasingly stroke your cock through your swimming trunks.
The excitement of doing this discreetly so close to your parents makes your heart race, and the adrenaline rush only adds to the pleasure coursing through your body. You exchange heated glances as your fingers continue to explore each other, every touch sending shivers down your spines. You can feel the dampness of her bikini as your fingers graze her clit, and she expertly rubs the head of your cock, almost eliciting a moan of pleasure. You bite down hard on your lip to stop yourself. knowing how easily you could get caught. Still, the risk only makes the experience that much more intoxicating.
As the car pulls into the beach boardwalk parking lot, you and Jenny exchange one last heated glance before withdrawing your hands from each other’s bodies. Looking over at your stepsister, you notice her face flushed, and you know you must look the same. You both take deep breaths, trying to calm yourselves and regain some semblance of normalcy before stepping out of the car.
Once parked, you all exit the vehicle, and you and Jenny begin to shed your outer layers, revealing your swimwear beneath. Your eyes are drawn to her as she peels off her white t-shirt and shorts, unveiling that stunning floral print string bikini that clings to her every curve. The skimpy cut of the bikini showcases her toned stomach, the swell of her breasts, and the gentle slope of her hips. Her long, tanned legs seem to go on forever, and the delicate ties on her bikini bottoms sit enticingly on her hips. You can’t help but feel a familiar stirring within your trunks as you drink in the sight of her, your mind wandering to fantasies of untying those tempting knots later.
For now though, you clear your mind and grab your beach gear. The four of you start walking down the bustling boardwalk, the ocean’s salty breeze providing some relief from the heat. As you and Jenny walk down the bustling boardwalk, you find yourselves continually drawn to the sights and sounds of the lively atmosphere. You stop to watch as people try their luck at the various carnival games, their laughter and excitement filling the air. The whirl of colorful rides and the aroma of popcorn, cotton candy, and fried treats compete for your attention. With each pause to take in the scene, you and your stepsister fall further behind your parents.
Eventually, they notice your lagging pace. “We’re going to go on ahead and find a spot on the beach. You two can catch up later!” your mom shouts.
You yell back, “Got it, Mom! We’ll call if we can’t find you!” With your parents now out of sight, you both continue to amble down the boardwalk, still caught up in the excitement around you. After a moment, you look over at Jenny and say, “It’s probably safe for us to hold hands again.”
Jenny smiles at you, her eyes sparkling with affection, and replies, “I was thinking the same thing.” She reaches out her hand to intertwine her fingers with yours. The warmth of her touch sends a thrill up your spine, and you both grin at each other, feeling once again as if you’re on a date. Hand in hand, you stroll down the boardwalk, enjoying the newfound freedom and intimacy of your connection. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore mixes with the laughter and chatter of the people around you, creating a soundtrack for your blossoming affection. As you walk, you both continue to steal glances at each other, the shared warmth of your entwined hands a constant reminder of your bond.
You pass various carnival games, and the two of you watch people playing them. “So, Marcus,” she teases, “do you think you could win me one of those giant stuffed animals?”
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” you reply with a confident grin, “Maybe I’ll surprise you and win you the biggest one.”
Jenny laughs and flicks her hair with a coy smile. “Oh, really? You’ll definitely have to show me then.”
You look around for a game to play, then point at the milk bottle game. “I bet I can win that one!”
Jenny laughs and playfully nudges you. “Alright, hotshot, let’s see what you’ve got.”
You grin back at her. “Don’t underestimate me. You know I’m a pitcher.” you say as you approach the game booth. You turn to the attendant. “I’ll give it a try. How much for a round?”
The attendant looks at you, droning. “Five bucks for three throws.” You hand over the cash and receive the balls, feeling the familiar weight of them in your hands.
You turn to Jenny, who’s watching you with anticipation. “Alright, let’s do this.” With each throw, Jenny cheers you on, jumping up and down excitedly in her string bikini. Her breasts bounce enticingly, momentarily distracting you from the task at hand. You shake off the distraction and focus on the milk bottles, imagining you’re pitching a perfect fastball right down the center.
“Come on, you’ve got this! Just like you’re on the mound!” Jenny encourages you. You take a deep breath and throw the last ball with all your might. It connects solidly with the milk bottles, sending them tumbling down.
The attendant claps half-heartedly. “You get to pick a prize from the middle row.” Your eyes scan the available prizes and point to an adorable teddy bear that you know Jenny would love. The attendant hands you the prize, and you proudly present it to Jenny with a grin.
Jenny giggles and teases you, “It’s not the huge one you promised, but I guess it’ll do.”
You turn back to the attendant. “Let me go again!” you say, but Jenny stops you, practically dragging you away.
“No, stop. I was just joking,” she laughs. Then her eyes soften. “This teddy bear is perfect. Thank you.” You exchange warm smiles as you walk away from the game, and then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, you embrace each other, your lips meeting in a tender, passionate kiss. The world around you seems to fade away as you lose yourselves in the moment.
Between kisses, you whisper to each other. “Jenny, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before,” you confess. Her eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.
“Me neither,” she admits, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the boardwalk. Your hands find their way to her waist, pulling her closer, while her arms wrap around your neck, deepening the kiss. The taste of her lips is intoxicating, and the warmth of her body pressed against yours sends shivers down your spine. Just as the kiss threatens to escalate beyond the boundaries of public decency, you both reluctantly pull apart, slightly breathless and with flushed cheeks. Jenny looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “We should probably save the rest for later,” she suggests, playfully biting her lip.
You nod in agreement, trying to regain your composure. “Yeah, you’re right. We don’t want to cause a scene here.” With grins that refuse to fade, you resume your stroll down the boardwalk, hands intertwined once more.
As you continue your stroll, the end of the boardwalk draws near. The towering Ferris wheel is the last ride before the beach. The sun’s rays glint off the metal structure, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the sky. Jenny gazes at the Ferris wheel, her eyes lighting up with excitement behind her glasses. “You know,” she says dreamily, “I’ve always thought Ferris wheels were so romantic. Imagine riding to the top, seeing the perfect view, and sharing a kiss with the one you love.”
You smile at her enthusiasm and suggest, “Maybe we should take a ride later, just the two of us, and enjoy the view together?”
Jenny’s eyes sparkle as she looks at you, a shy smile creeping across her face at your words. “I’d really like that.” She stands there, the sunlight making her sun-kissed skin glow, her bikini hugging her curves in all the right places. Her hair, pulled back into a neat ponytail, sways gently in the sea breeze, while her glasses add a touch of sophistication to her lovely face. The sight of her, radiant and happy, is enough to make your heart skip a beat.
As you leave the boardwalk and walk down onto the beach, you reluctantly let go of each other’s hands, knowing that you have to be more discreet now that the possibility of your mom and dad seeing you has increased. You walk along the shoreline, the sand warm beneath your feet, and soon spot your parents up ahead. They’ve set up a spot with beach chairs and a large umbrella, the perfect place to spend a lazy afternoon. You and Jenny exchange a knowing glance before rejoining your family.
Your mom looks up from her book as you approach, her eyebrows raised. “What took you two so long? We were starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost.”
“Ah, we stopped to play some games at the carnival. I won Jenny a teddy bear,” you say proudly.
Jenny pulls the teddy bear out of her bag, showing it to your mom. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun! We got caught up in the games and lost track of time,” she says.
Your dad chuckles and shakes his head. “Well, as long as you had fun. Why don’t you two grab a chair and join us?”
As you settle into your beach chair, you begin to relax, allowing the sounds of the ocean and the laughter of beachgoers to wash over you. The sun warms your skin as you take in the sights around you: children building sandcastles near the water’s edge, couples walking hand in hand along the shoreline, and groups of friends splashing in the surf. The scent of sunscreen and the salty sea air mingle together, evoking memories of summers past.
Your gaze wanders across the crowded beach, eventually being drawn to your stepsister as she sets up a towel a short distance away from your family. Her bikini accentuates the curves of her body, the fabric hugging her in all the right places. She lies down on her front, the sun casting a warm glow on her backside, her legs stretching out on her towel. As she settles in, she calls over to the group, “can one of you come help me put suntanning lotion on my back?”
You attempt to mask your eagerness by pretending to grumble, and you ask your mom, “Can’t you help her?”
Your mom waves you off, saying, “Just go help your stepsister, it’s not a big deal.”
With a fake groan, you grab the bottle of lotion and head over to her. As you kneel beside her, you squirt some of the cool lotion onto your hand and begin to apply it to her back and shoulders in slow, gentle motions. You take your time, ensuring that every inch of her exposed skin is covered, your fingers gliding smoothly across her back. The feel of her soft skin under your touch is heavenly. Meanwhile, your eyes wander, drinking in her body. You’re sure Jenny can feel the intensity of your gaze, even with her eyes closed. After finishing her back, you move on to her legs, making sure they’re well covered in lotion as well. You work your way up from her ankles, your hands gently massaging the lotion into her calves, then her thighs, feeling the silky-smooth skin beneath your fingertips. Once you’ve finished, you ask, “How’s that?”
She looks at you, smiling knowingly at how you must have enjoyed that just as much as she did, and replies, “That’s perfect. Thanks.”
You stand up, returning to your beach chair, taking a deep breath to compose yourself as you return to relaxing. After a while of soaking up the sun, you decide it’s time for a refreshing swim. Sitting up in your beach chair, you casually ask, “Hey, anyone want to come for a swim with me?” No one answers, but you notice Jenny’s eyes light up with eagerness to join you before she feigns disinterest to avoid your parents’ attention. You shrug and start to walk away.
Your mom stops you, and tells Jenny, “Why don’t you go with your stepbrother?”
Jenny looks up, her hand shielding her face from the sun as she grumbles, “But I want to work on my tan.”
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