As I watched her step out of the car, the sunlight catching her hair, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. Today was the day—my new step-sister, was moving in. Her smile was shy but warm as she lugged her bag toward the house. "Need a hand?" I asked, stepping forward. She shook her head, her eyes flickering with mischief. "I’ve got this."

"Hi, I'm your new step-Sister" she said, her voice smooth as she extended her hand. Our palms met, and a jolt of electricity ran through me. Her touch lingered a moment longer than necessary, a silent message that didn’t go unnoticed.

"Welcome home," I replied, my eyes lingering on hers. She tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "So, you’re the tour guide, huh?"

The week flew by in a blur of laughter and lingering glances. One evening, as I p*ssed by her bedroom, I heard the door creak open. She stood there, framed by the dim light, her pajamas revealing more than they hid. The fabric clung to her curves, and I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the thin material. My breath caught in my throat as she leaned against the doorframe, her voice sultry. "Hey. I just wanted to thank you... for everything. You’ve made this so much easier for me."

I swallowed hard, trying to form words, but she cut me off with a laugh. "Goodnight," she said, her eyes sparkling with tease as she stepped back and closed the door. I stood there for a moment, my heart pounding, before I finally managed to move on.

Days later, I found myself in the kitchen with my new step-mom. She was Pouring coffee, her hips swaying slightly as she hummed a tune. She turned to me, her eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, I felt a jolt of electricity. She smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Oh good, I've been meaning to run into you" she said, her voice low. I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. She stepped closer, her hand brushing against mine as she took a mug from the counter. "Have you gotten a chance to meet your new step-Sister?" she said softly.

The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she felt it too. "Yes, I've been showing her around town" I replied. "I'm glad to hear it! You can c*ll me step-Mom if you'd like" she said then winked at me. Before I could say anything, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, my heart racing.

One evening, I found myself alone with my step-Sister in the library. She was reading like usual, her legs bare, her shorts hugging her *ss and wearing glasses that could make me hard with one look. I stood beside her, the air between us crackling with energy. She turned to me, her lips parted slightly, and I could see the desire in her eyes. "Thanks for showing me around," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I really appreciate it."

I reached out, my fingers brushing her neck. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. "I think I’m starting to like it here," she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. I turned to her, my lips inches from hers, the tension between us almost unbearable.

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