Their Stepsister(7)By: Alexa Riley
I stand there for a few minutes and try to pull myself together. I lean my back against the wall to allow my legs to stop trembling. I’m panting and about to make my way to the en suite to clean up when I hear a knock on Sarah’s door.
“Hey Sarah, it’s Logan. Can I come in?”
“Shit,” I whisper and rush to the bathroom to wash up.
CHAPTER 4 *Logan*
“Just a second!” Sarah shouts from the other side of her door.
I drove around for a while before I finally made my way back home. I need to talk to Sarah and make things right. Tonight was just another fuck up our family doesn’t need. Our relationship is strained as it is, so as the group’s peacemaker I’ve got to make this right.
When Sarah opens the door, I can’t help but stare at her. Her cheeks are flushed and she has a light sheen of sweat on her face. My greedy eyes move down her body and see she’s wearing nothing but a sheer white t-shirt that barely falls to the top of her thighs. She isn’t wearing a bra and her nipples are hard points, trying to break through the threadbare cloth. I can actually see the outline of her areolas and I let out a frustrated grunt.
Sarah clears her throat and I look into her eyes. She has a smirk on her face and glances down at my crotch then back up at my face. I follow the path of her eyes and see that my dress pants have done absolutely nothing to help me out and my dick is pointing right at her. I turn around abruptly and adjust the beast.
Fucking hell, this is painful.
I turn back around and see she still has that smirk on her face. She knows exactly what she’s doing, but I have no idea why she’s doing it. She’s never worn something like this in front of us, and it makes me angry thinking that she might have worn it for someone else.
“Put some clothes on, I need to talk to you,” I spit at her. I’m not usually clipped like Luke, but I can’t look at her like this. She’s my stepsister and I need to remind us both of that.
“Logan, if you have something to say, just say it. I’m about to go to bed and I’m not changing just for a quick conversation.”
“Fine,” I mumble, as I try to look directly into her eyes and not at her tits.
She crosses her arms under her breasts but it only makes the shirt tighter and lifts her tits up for a better view. I can see the shirt has risen on her legs as well and her white cotton panties are showing.
I shut my eyes and shake my head a little. When I open them, Sarah is staring at me expectantly but I’m convinced she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“What did you want to talk about?”
I don’t know if I can remember my own name, let alone what I was going to talk to her about. I’m standing there trying to think, but all I want to do is kiss her beautiful lips and push against her body. I just want to feel her against me and forget everything.
“Logan,” she says and snaps her fingers in front of my face.
“Sorry. Yes, I wanted to talk to you. About tonight.” I take another breath and try to clear the fog from my head. “I’m sorry about how Luke acted tonight towards Sam. I didn’t see everything that happened but I know how harsh he can be sometimes. You know we love you and don’t want you to leave.”
“I get it, Logan, I really do. But it’s hard trying to have my own life while living and working together with you guys. I just think it’s too much. I don’t feel like I can be myself.”
I reach out because I need to touch her. We’ve always been quick to show comfort, so a simple touch feels natural. I run my hand down her arm and she leans into it.
“Sarah, it would devastate both of us if you moved out. Things have been a little rocky lately, but just give us time. Don’t make a rash decision about leaving us because of Luke’s temper.”
She looks up at me confused by my words. “I wouldn’t be leaving you, I would just move out and get my own place.”
I don’t know why I phrased it in that way, but if Sarah moves out it would feel like that. It hits me in the chest because that’s what I’m most afraid of – her leaving us. It would feel like she’d be abandoning us. I don’t know that Luke and I could make it together anymore if she left. Sarah is the glue that keeps our family together. The thought of her moving out breaks my heart.
I take a step closer to her and keep running my hand up and down her arm. I bring my other hand to her face and cup her cheek. I need her to understand why she can’t go.
“You know leaving this house would mean more than you just getting your own place.”
She looks up to my eyes and I feel her body shift closer, pressing against me. I don’t know how we’ve gotten into this position but it’s far more intimate than a brother and sister should be. We’re an affectionate family, so touching isn’t strange to us, but Sarah pressing against my erection is further than any of us have gone before.