I woke up hard. Not the normal morning kind of hard. The guilty kind. The kind that came with a full-color memory of my stepsister Jay on her knees in Elena's bedroom three weeks ago, her lips stretched around me while our stepmom stroked Jay's hair like she was praising a good little pet.
I stared at the ceiling, chest tight. Dad was gone for the whole week. Just the three of us in this big empty house. And we were about to do something stupid. Something we couldn't take back.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jay.
**Jay:** You still in? Or are you chickening out like last time?
I typed back before I could stop myself.
**Me:** I'm in. But if Dad calls and Elena puts him on speaker while we're… I don't know, man. This is insane.
**Jay:** That's the point. She gets off on it. You saw her face last time. She *loved* watching me swallow.
My stomach flipped. I could still hear Elena's calm, honey-sweet voice from that afternoon: "If you two insist on fighting over silly things, we'll handle it the proper way. Family takes care of family, doesn't it?" Then she'd guided Jay's head down like it was the most normal thing in the world. And Jay—my bratty, twenty-two-year-old stepsister—had looked up at me the entire time with tears in her eyes and something darker. Something hungry.
I hated how much I still thought about it.
I dragged myself out of bed, pulled on sweatpants, and stepped into the hallway. The house smelled like Elena's expensive coffee and something sweeter—vanilla and trouble. Jay's door was cracked open. She was already waiting.
She stepped out in nothing but an oversized sleep shirt and tiny shorts that rode up when she moved. Her hair was messy from bed, cheeks still flushed from sleep. Or maybe from the same memory that was currently trying to kill me.
"Morning, perv," she whispered, but there was no real bite in it. Her eyes flicked down to the front of my sweatpants for half a second before she forced them back up. "You look like you didn't sleep either."
"We're really doing this?" I asked, voice low. "We're gonna sit at lunch and start the biggest fight of our lives just so Elena will… what? Make you suck me off again? Maybe go further this time?"
Jay's throat bobbed. She took one step closer. The hallway suddenly felt too narrow. I could smell her shampoo—strawberry and something warmer underneath. Her nipples were visible through the thin shirt. I told myself not to look. I looked anyway.
"I don't know," she admitted. "But I keep thinking about how she touched me after. How she made me… taste myself on your fingers while she watched. And then she—" Jay cut herself off, cheeks burning. "Look, I'm not saying I *want* it. But every time we fight for real, she steps in. Every single time. And part of me… part of me gets wet just thinking about what she'll come up with today."
My cock twitched so hard I had to shift my weight. Jay noticed. Of course she noticed.
We stood there, inches apart, breathing each other's air. Neither of us moved. The silence stretched until it hurt.
Finally she whispered, "Meet me after breakfast. We'll finalize the script. Bathroom fight. Who left the mess. Then we escalate to the money I 'borrowed' from your wallet last month. Make it ugly. Make her *have* to step in."
I nodded, throat dry. "And if she makes us… you know… in the dining room?"
Jay's eyes darkened. "Then we do it. Because pretending we don't want it is getting harder every day."
She turned and walked away before I could answer, hips swaying just enough to make me hate myself.
Breakfast was worse.
Elena had set the table like we were in a goddamn magazine spread—fresh fruit, eggs, coffee that smelled expensive. She was wearing a silk robe that clung to every curve, hair pinned up, looking every inch the perfect stepmom. Late thirties, but she could pass for twenty-five. And she knew it.
"Morning, babies," she sang, pouring me a cup without asking. Her smile was soft. Too soft. "Sleep well? You both look a little… tense."
Jay sat down across from me, cheeks still pink. I forced myself to stare at my plate.
Elena slid into her chair at the head of the table, crossing her legs slowly. The robe slipped just enough to show the lace edge of whatever she was—or wasn't—wearing underneath.
"Any fights I need to mediate today?" she asked casually, stirring sugar into her coffee. Her eyes flicked between us like she already knew the answer. "You two have been so quiet lately. Almost like you're hiding something."
My fork froze halfway to my mouth. Jay's foot accidentally brushed mine under the table. We both jerked away like we'd been burned.
Elena just sipped her coffee and smiled wider.
"I've been thinking," she continued, voice light, "since your father is away, maybe we should have a proper family bonding lunch today. Just the three of us. No phones. No distractions. We can talk about anything that's… bothering us."
The way she said "anything" made my skin crawl in the best-worst way possible.
Jay shot me a quick look across the table. *Now?* her eyes asked.
I gave the tiniest nod.
She took a breath. "Actually, Elena, there *is* something bothering me. Alex keeps leaving his dirty clothes all over the bathroom floor like I'm his maid."
I jumped in right on cue. "And Jay keeps 'borrowing' my stuff without asking. Last week it was my headphones. The week before that—"
Elena raised one elegant finger. The motion was so gentle it shut both of us up instantly.
"Save it for lunch," she said sweetly. "I want us all at the table together when we discuss these things. Properly." Her gaze lingered on Jay's chest for half a second, then slid to me. "I've prepared something special if you two can't behave like adults. You remember how well that worked last month, don't you?"
My stomach dropped. Jay's fork clattered against her plate.
Elena stood up gracefully, robe swishing. "I'll be in my office until noon. Try not to kill each other before then." She paused at the doorway and looked back, eyes sparkling. "Or do. I'll fix it either way."
The second she was gone, Jay let out a shaky breath. "Holy shit. She knows. She *totally* knows we're planning something."
"Of course she knows," I muttered. "She's been three steps ahead since the day she caught you cutting holes in my underwear."
Jay's face flushed darker. That had been the first time. The "lesson" that started everything. Elena had made Jay apologize on her knees. Then she'd made her do a lot more than apologize.
I stood up fast, needing to get away from the table before I did something stupid like drag Jay into the pantry.
"I'm going back to my room," I said. "Text me the exact lines for the fight."
She nodded, but as I passed her chair she caught my wrist. Her fingers were burning hot.
"Alex…" She swallowed. "If she makes me do it again… I don't think I'm gonna pretend I hate it this time."
I stared down at her. Her lips were parted. For one insane second I thought she was going to pull me down and kiss me right there in the kitchen where Elena could walk back in any moment.
Instead she let go and looked away.
I escaped to my room, heart hammering so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts.
I yanked open my underwear drawer to grab fresh clothes—and froze.
There, folded neatly on top of my boxers, was a pair of Jay's lace panties. Black. Still warm. A tiny damp spot right in the center.
No note. No explanation.
I picked them up with shaking fingers. They smelled like her.
My phone buzzed again.
**Jay:** Found those this morning. Thought you might need motivation.
**Jay:** See you at lunch, big brother. Let's see how far Elena will really let us go.
I closed my eyes, panties still clutched in my fist, cock aching so bad it hurt.
We were really doing this.
And God help us… part of me couldn't wait.