Step Sister Seduction: Forbidden Touches in the Empty House
Step Sister Seduction: Forbidden Touches in the Empty House Step Sister Seduction: Forbidden Touches in the Empty House My heart slammed against my ribs the moment I heard the front door click shut behind our parents. They were gone for the whole weekend—some conference in Macau—and the house suddenly felt too quiet, too big, too charged with something I couldn't name yet. Or maybe I could. Maybe I'd been naming it in the dark corners of my mind for months. Sarah padded into the living room barefoot, wearing those tiny sleep shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin and a loose tank top that slipped off one shoulder. She didn't bother fixing it. She never did. Her dark hair was messy from sleep, falling over eyes that always seemed to know too much. She flopped onto the couch beside me, closer than necessary, her bare thigh brushing mine. "Finally alone," she said, voice low and teasing. "No Mom nagging, no Dad pretend...