She was fine with that, never getting close, but I soon found myself obsessed with her.
The way she smelled.
The way she laughed.
The way she ate her food clockwise on her plate, never letting anything touch.
The way she casually threw her hair up into a messy ponytail with minimal effort yet managed to look like she was ready for some hot date.
She was younger than me, which should’ve been a turnoff, but I didn’t care. I cared even less that we were step-siblings.
I wanted her.
So, I followed her when she went out. I stopped hanging out with my friends to make time for my Avery. I watched every move I could. I created a fake profile on the social app she spent most of her time on just so I could see what she was up to when I wasn’t around.
And now?
I watched her touch herself, unaware she had an audience.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she worked hard to accomplish her goal, climbing that slow trek up the mountain. I couldn’t wait to see her tumble off the edge, fall fast and hard, and give me the show I’d found myself desperate for, something I could picture the next time I rubbed one out, which would be soon now.
I suddenly wished I had cameras to place in her room for occasions like this, a way to not only see butsavethese moments when she was most vulnerable.
Then, I’d have them forever—to enjoy even once she was gone.
The little sounds she made every time she circled her clit just right. The creases at the corners of her closed eyes. The curling of her toes as she brought her hips forward to meet her fingers.
I could tell she was getting close by the way she was panting and moving, so I unzipped my pants and started to pull my cock out.
“What thefuckare you doing, Rowen?”
Fucking shit.I’d been caught, and by my dad at that.
I quickly tucked myself away and pulled my shirt down to cover my raging hard-on.
Did he know I was watching my step-sister get herself off? Wishing it was me between her legs? About to get myself off to the sight of her?
My dad’s whisper-yell thankfully didn’t alert Avery to my presence at her door, but his eyes were full of fury when I turned to face him.
“What kind of creeper sits at his sister’s door peering in?” he asked. He tried to look around me at whatever Avery was doing, but I moved to block his view.
No one got to see that except me.
“Rowen…” he said warningly. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Nothing.” I shrugged.
I’m just watching my little sister, who hates my guts, get herself off. No biggie, pops.
Then, it happened.
She gave me away.
Told him precisely what I’d been there for.
He grabbed my arm the instant her breathy little moan rang out, signaling her accomplishment.
His grip was bruising as he dragged me down the hall into his study, closing the door behind us. I had no choice but to let him. He’d caught me doing something that could get me in huge trouble, possibly even ruin his marriage.
