A rather surprised older sister.

I felt like I was moving in slow motion as a dropped my hand and turned to face the newcomer. A tall, slender blonde with her hair pulled back in a ponytail stood in the doorway to the room, surveying us with raised eyebrows. After a second, my brain snapped into gear and I recognized Traci. Shit, I thought, how the FUCK am I going to explain to this girl why I was about to start pawing at her younger sister’s bared tits?

Before I could think of anything to say, I noticed that Jessie, standing next to me, had put her bra and t-shirt back on in record time. I almost wouldn’t have believed she’d been topless a minute before if it hadn’t been for the dark blush still creeping over her cheeks. But Traci knew what she’d seen.

“Dad told me that you two had gotten close to our new stepbrother, but I hadn’t realized that this is what he meant.” Traci’s nonchalant words clashed with the intensity of her gaze as she walked across the room to us. She didn’t look away from me, even as Marisa ran over to give her older sister a hug. God, but those blue eyes were sharp! This was not a woman I wanted angry at me, I decided immediately.

“It was just a dare, Trace,” Jessica said, trying to sound confident. Is that what this was? What the hell HAD just happened here?

“A dare?” Traci repeated dryly, still looking just at me. “So you’ve been daring my sisters to strip for you and let you touch their breasts, is that right?”