We stood up.
The chairs scraped against the hardwood like nails on a coffin. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. Jay rose across from me, hands trembling at her sides, chest rising and falling so fast I could see the rapid flutter under her thin shirt. Neither of us spoke. The locked dining room door felt like the only thing keeping the rest of the world out — and us in.
Elena circled us slowly, like a shark that already knew it had won.
"Closer," she said softly. "Face to face. Like family should."
We stepped toward each other until there were only inches between us. I could feel the heat coming off Jay's body. Her strawberry shampoo mixed with the faint scent of her arousal — or maybe that was just my imagination going insane. Her eyes finally lifted to mine. They were glassy, terrified, and so fucking turned on it hurt to look at.
Elena's voice floated from behind Jay. "Now… tell me what you're feeling, Jay. Out loud. No hiding."
Jay swallowed hard. Her lips parted. "I… I'm scared." A shaky breath. "But I can't stop thinking about last time. How you made me get on my knees. How you held my hair and told me to take him deeper. How he tasted when he came down my throat."
My cock throbbed so violently I almost buckled. Jay's breath hitched like she could feel it too.
Elena hummed in approval, still circling. "And you, Alex? Be honest with your little stepsister."
I couldn't look away from Jay's mouth. "I feel guilty," I whispered. "Dad's gone. He trusts us. But… I keep remembering how Jay looked up at me while she swallowed. I hate myself for wanting it again."
Elena's fingers brushed the back of Jay's neck — light, teasing. Jay shivered so hard her breasts brushed against my chest for half a second. We both froze. Neither pulled away.
"Good," Elena murmured. "Honesty is the first step. Now stay exactly like this. Inches apart. No touching unless I say so."
She started walking slow circles around us. Every time she passed behind me, her robe brushed my back. Every time she passed behind Jay, I saw Jay's nipples tighten even more. The silence stretched until it screamed. Our breathing was the only sound — ragged, desperate, synced like we were already fucking without moving.
Then my phone rang.
Dad's ringtone.
Elena smiled like Christmas had come early. She reached into my pocket (her fingers deliberately grazing the hard outline of my cock through my sweatpants) and pulled the phone out. She glanced at the screen.
"It's your father," she said sweetly. "Let's not be rude."
She answered and immediately put it on speaker.
"Hey champ!" Dad's cheerful voice filled the room. "Just checking in. How's lunch going? Elena said you kids are finally getting along."
Jay's eyes went wide with panic. She was still pressed almost chest-to-chest with me, breathing so fast I could feel it on my lips.
Elena mouthed at us: *Answer normally.*
I forced my voice steady. "H-hey Dad. Lunch is… great. Pasta's perfect."
Jay had to speak too. She licked her lips, voice shaky but trying. "Hi Daddy… yeah, everything's fine. We're… we're just talking things out."
Elena's hand came up behind me. Her fingers traced lightly down my arm, then across to Jay's. She guided Jay's trembling hand until Jay's fingertips were barely brushing the front of my sweatpants — not gripping, just hovering, feeling the heat.
Dad laughed on the line. "That's my family. Proud of you two for working through stuff. Elena's been texting me how well you're bonding while I'm gone."
Elena leaned in close to my ear and whispered so quietly only I could hear: "Tell him how much you love your stepsister right now."
My voice cracked. "Yeah… I love her. A lot. We're really close right now."
Jay's breath hitched audibly. Her fingertips pressed the tiniest bit harder against me through the fabric. I was leaking pre-cum. I knew she could feel the damp spot forming.
Dad kept talking — something about his meetings, the weather, how much he missed us. Every word was torture. Elena kept circling, her fingers now tracing slow patterns on both our arms, never letting us pull apart. Jay's face was inches from mine. Our lips were so close I could taste her breath.
Then Jay leaned forward one millimeter more and whispered — so quiet only I could hear — directly against my mouth:
"Alex… I'm scared… but I'm also so fucking wet."
The words hit me like a drug. My hips twitched forward involuntarily. Her fingertips finally made full contact, pressing against my throbbing length through the sweatpants.
Elena's eyes lit up like she'd been waiting for exactly that.
Dad was still talking: "Anyway, I'll call again tonight. Love you guys!"
Elena finally spoke into the phone, voice perfectly normal. "Love you too, honey. We'll send pictures later."
She ended the call.
The silence that followed was nuclear.
Elena stepped back, still smiling that angelic smile, and looked at both of us — trembling, inches apart, Jay's fingers now openly resting on the bulge in my pants, my hands clenched into fists at my sides so I wouldn't grab her.
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with pure satisfaction.
"Now… who wants to go first this time?"
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