Sudsy StepSis Desires
As I scrubbed the last greasy pan, soap suds clinging to my hands, she entered the kitchen. Trinity Olsen, my new stepsister, with her straight brown hair, mischievous grin, and stunning brown eyes, leaned against the counter, watching me. She wore a pink tank top and pink shorts, her confident posture highlighting her playful and teasing nature. “Need some help?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. “Sure,” I replied, rinsing the pan, not daring to meet her gaze. “How about a trade?
” She stepped closer, her scent—jasmine and a hint of vanilla—overwhelming the soapy air. “I’ll wash the dishes if you give me some dick.” My heart raced as her words sank in. I turned to face her, our eyes locking, the room suddenly feeling too small. She moved closer, her lips just a breath away. “Deal,” I whispered, and she closed the gap, her lips soft and urgent against mine. The dishes could wait. For now, we were lost in a moment that felt forbidden but right.
