Bryce’s and his step sister Samantha, start playing an inappropriate game. Mom catches them and things escalate.
The Unspoken Game
The driveway was empty when I pulled in at the end of my academic school day. It was just starting to turn dark when I got out of the car and headed into the house, enjoying the calming sensation of the warm early summer breeze on my skin.
It was good to finally be home after a long day of studying.
I walked over to the front door, my heavy bag on my shoulder, and turned the knob. It was unlocked and I entered. I slid the car keys on the hanger near the door and headed up to my room, walking past the quiet empty living room and up the stairs. I continued to my room and just as I walked past the bathroom, the door opened loudly and my brat of a sister, Sam, walked out, her blond hair wet and her body covered in a towel.
Actually, that’s a bit misleading, Sam is really my step sister and not my biological sister.
I was just a baby when my mother passed away and don’t remember her at all. She left behind a husband, my father, my older brother Oliver who is 4 years older than me, and myself, Bryce.
Two years after she passed, when I was about 3 years old, my father remarried a 23 year old single mother named Melissa who had a 2 year old daughter named Samantha. Melissa’s first husband was out of the picture for all I knew.
I grew up in a happy family in spite the early life family tragedy. Melissa was a mother to me, I was a son to her, and Samantha or Sam for short was my sister as far as both of us were concerned. We would fight, play, talk and get on each other’s nerves at times, just like all siblings do.
16 years have gone by and I was just finishing my first year in college and still living at home with my father, mother and sister. I was hoping to get my own place next year if I manage to save enough during the summer.
Sam was finishing up her senior year at high school and going to college next year.
“Hey Bro”, Sam said as she walked out “how was school?”
I could smell the scent of her coconut shampoo and looked at my younger sister.
She was shorted than me by a little, probably around 5’9, had a slim figure, long blond hair, green eyes, full red lips and a pair of large breasts that were currently pushing against the towel’s fabric and giving me a nice view of her cleavage.
She was Hot! I don’t remember the first time I noticed this, probably a few years back when her body started to develop, but she undoubtedly was.
Still, she was my little sister and I tried not giving the way she looked much thought. It was hard at times like this, or when we would go to the beach or pool and she would be wearing one of her tiny bikinis to show off her body.
“Hi, Sam. It was okay” I answered uninterested, “Where’s Mom and Dad?”
“Mom’s taking dad to the airport” Sam answered, “He has a conference somewhere”.
“Right” I answered and continued towards my room while Sam continued to hers, shaking the thoughts I was having about her body out of my head.
I put my stuff down in my room, took my shoes off and headed to the shower. I was so tired after the long day I had and wanted nothing more than to take a warm shower and get into bed.
I entered the bathroom and turned on the hot water. After, I tiredly took off my clothes and threw them in the laundry chute that connects the bathroom to the laundry room situated just beneath it on the bottom floor, quite handy.
I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my naked body, examining my biceps and muscular hairless upper body I worked so hard to achieve. I continued by looking down and admiring my cock. It was larger than average and soft with black trimmed pubic hairs surrounding it.
I examined my body for a bit, then entered the shower, letting the warm water wash away my long day and the troubles it brought with it.
I toyed with the idea of masturbating but eventually decided not to, being too tired even for that.
After washing myself thoroughly I shut off the water and exited the shower reaching for my towel. I reached to where my towel was, not looking, but didn’t find it. I opened my eyes to look, and saw that there were no towels on the hangers.
I assumed my mother put all the used towel in the washer and walked, still wet, to the bathroom closet where we keep the clean towels. I opened it and saw that to my surprise it was completely empty, not even a small hand towel to dry myself with.
I cursed silently and decided to head to my room and get dressed there, not that I had much choice.
I open the bathroom door and headed to my room, wet, cold and angry.
Just as luck would have it, as I was walking towards my room at the end of the hall, the door of one of the rooms opened and out walked my sister, wearing pink shorts and a white shirt a size or so too small, stretching over her boobs and reaching only down to her naval.
She walked out of her room drying her hair with a towel and immediately froze when she saw me standing there naked.
She just stood there facing me, blocking the path to my room and gazed at me, her eyes moving from my short wet light brown hair, to my chest and abs and finally looking down at my limp but still visibly large cock.
“We’re out of towels in the bathroom” I tried saying to explain the situation, sounding apologizing.
She was still standing in the middle of the hallway blocking it, so I just continued walking towards her, expecting her to move aside, but she didn’t. I was inches from her but she just stood there, her eyes glued to my cock.
“Can I get to my room please?” I asked assertively after making a throat clearing sound.
Sam snapped back to reality and moved towards the wall blushing as I passed her and entered my room, closing the door behind me.
“Well, that was embarrassing” I thought to myself as I got dressed.
I opened the door a few minutes later fully dressed, Sam wasn’t there anymore and her room’s door was closed.
I walked over to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before getting into bed and falling asleep almost immediately.
I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and walked downstairs to the kitchen where my step mother Melissa, was making breakfast.
Now, even though I don’t like that word, the best word to describe Melissa would be “Milf”.
She was 39 years old but could pass for almost ten years younger. For the past few years she has been working as a personal fitness trainer and yoga instructor and had the body to show for it. She had the same blond hair as her daughter, and just now is was tied up in a high ponytail.
When I entered the kitchen she had her back turned to me and was wearing a sports bra, sneakers and jogging tights that were beautifully wrapping her tight ass.
By the way she dressed, I could tell she just came back from a morning jog.
“Morning mom” I said after entering the kitchen.
“Good morning honey” she said with a smile. Turning around to face me and allowing me to see the way her sports bra cupped her large tits, looking firm and lovely.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked turning back to the stove, continuing to cook breakfast.
“I did. How was your morning run?” I asked politely.
“It was very nice” she answered, “you can go ahead and set the table, the food will be ready in a bit”.
I was in the middle of setting the table when we heard footsteps walking down the stairs and my sister came in the kitchen. Surprisingly, she was wearing very different clothes than the ones she usually does. She was wearing very short jeans, barely reaching a quarter of the way down her thigh to her knee and a thin tang top with no bra under it, her tits nicely holding in place and the outline of her nipples clearly visible.
“Morning” Sam said walking in to the kitchen and sitting down at the table while I was still setting it.
“Great timing Sam” my mother said and brought the food to the table, sitting down. While all 3 of us ate, we had our usual around the table conversation. All the while, I couldn’t help but wonder if the way Sam dressed had something to do with what happened last night. Mom didn’t say a word about her apparel.
The rest of the day continued uneventful, I was mostly in my room studying and when I came down for lunch and supper Sam was wearing the same outfit and mom changed into her regular clothes, but besides her outfit everything was normal.
The next day my mom was out the entire day so I just grabbed some stuff to eat and spent the day in my room. In the evening I planned to meet up with some friends and started getting ready an hour or so before.
I just planned to go and take a shower when Sam beat me to it. I waited for her to finish but she was taking a while.
I knocked on the shower door “Sam, I’m in a hurry, can you finish up?”
“I’ll be right out” she answered.
I went back to my room and organized my clothes on the bed when I heard the shower being turned off and quickly after the bathroom door opening.
I quickly opened my door and before I could take a step towards the shower I was greeted by an astonishing image, my step sister walking out of the bathroom completely nude.
Her face was expressionless and she started walking down the hall towards me.
She was gorgeous. I could see her large round breasts tipped with small pink nipples and bouncing lightly as she walked, I could see her flat smooth stomach and finally I could see the front of her pussy, crowned with teenage wisps of golden hair. She walked towards me without saying a word. A couples steps in front of me she turned into her bedroom and closed the door after her.