Introductory drinks

Maki watches as her younger sister rushes from the guest room in her penthouse, to the bathroom, Maki can’t help but laugh at her, she looks like a Benny Hill cartoon, rushing back and forth between the two rooms.

“Don’t laugh at me!” She says as she pushes the bathroom door open, giving Maki an accusatory point of her finger. “Don’t close the door!”

Maki snickers, leaning on the hallway wall. Opting for a lower-key outfit for the night, she wears a pair of leather pants and a loose jade-green cowl-style neckline sleeveless top. “I’m just tryna rush you lil sis. You’re really taking your time. What is that? Your third outfit change?”

“Leave me alone! We have time!” She calls from within the bathroom, she sticks her head out. “We do have time right?”

Maki chuckles. “They’re going to be here in like half an hour.”

“AAAAH!” She screams, ducking back into the bathroom.

Maki turns the corner and leans on the doorframe, watching as Anya pulls her top off, a cute yellow bra around her chest as she pulls another new top over her, a cute sparkly maroon surplice-style-neckline top. “How’s this?” She asks her older sister.

“Cute.” She nods at the bra. “You’d have to take that off, though.” She looks down and groans, reaching behind her to unclasp the underwear.

“Why are you so stressed anyway?”

“I’m not!” She snaps back.

“Clearly.” Maki teases. “Come on. Tell me.”

Anya sighs, sliding the bra off and dropping it onto the pile of clothes behind her. “I’m nervous! Aren’t you?”

“About?”

“Meeting her!” She whines, grabbing a hair tie from the sink.

“Vi?” Maki clarifies.

“Mhmm!” She says through gritted teeth, the hair tie between her teeth.

“Why would I? She’s the girlfriend, we’re the sisters. She should be the nervous one.”

Maki elects to not tell Anya that she IS nervous. Because she NEEDS to see Erik and Vi interact and be horny for EACH OTHER. Maki has spent every other night masturbating either thinking of Erik or looking at his socials, it was bordering on creepy, if not there already. She needs to see him as unattainable.

“I wish I could be more like you.” Anya whines, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, pulling her shoes on.

She stands up. “Okay. I’m ready.” Maki chuckles and turns away, heading back to the main room.

The elevator dings. Anya picked up the same habit that Erik had when they were young, — bouncing her knee incessantly — as she stares wide-eyed at the elevator.

Erik steps out first. Both sisters have a sharp inhale as they see him.

‘He looks… So… Good.’ They think simultaneously.

Vi steps out from behind her boyfriend, despite her usual confidence, her face is flushed, she waves awkwardly. “Hiiiiii.”

Erik snickers, grabbing her hand, he pulls her towards his now-standing stepsisters.

“Maki, Anya, this is my girlfriend, Vi.” He smiles, standing to the side and letting the girls hug and greet each other.

“You two are so pretty! Oh my god!” Vi says as she hugs Anya, pulling her back and smiling widely.

“Girl, have you seen yourself?” Maki says, putting an arm around Vi to give her a long hug, Erik can’t help but notice the way their chests press together.

They all sit down, getting to know each other, Vi asking about young Erik, about Maki’s club, about how long she’s been here.

As they chat, Maki side-eyes Anya. She’s obviously always been a bit more reserved, but this is too quiet. Even for her. Nursing her glass of wine and nodding every now and then. Vi, being the social butterfly, notices it too.

“Anya!” Vi says sweetly, “What about you? Are you here for long? For work?”

Anya shakes her head. “Uh… No… Not sure, to be honest…” She swirls her wine. “Maki asked me to come visit and I had time and I missed her so…” She looks up, glancing at Erik, smiling. “And I missed my big bro too.”

“Step bro.” Erik corrects.

Maki rolls her eyes and touches Vi’s knee with a laugh. “You trying to remind yourself or something there?”

Vi giggles, “He does it every time!”

Erik watches gladly. He was worried — a little bit — that they wouldn’t get along. But Vi and Maki already look like old friends. A part of him is a bit worried about their types of chaos combining. He glances at Anya, worried that the stepsister he was always closest to doesn’t seem to be in sync with Vi.

The group decide to go down to the club now, have some fun and let the free Maki provided alcoohl make things a bit smoother.

“Uhm.” Vi says into Erik’s ear as the stepsisters turn to grab their belongings. “Is it okay if I hang out with Anya?” Erik nods in response, smiling and kissing her forehead.

Anya turns just in time to see that, her face going red.

“Two people max in the elevator, ya’ll.” Maki says, Vi and Anya going first. Vi is doing her best to speak to the youngest of the group.

“So. What do you think of Vi?” Erik asks.

“She’s amazing.” Maki replies, the elevator dinging. They squeeze into the elevator.

It’s tight. Really tight. Maki looks down her nose at Erik, she arches her back, she can’t help it. Erik doesn’t notice the intentionality in her actions. Her breasts press against him. She smirks inwardly at his reaction, a tight, nervous swallow.

After sharing a shot as a group, Vi pulls Anya away, wanting to get to know her better, clearly aware that she is clicking a lot better with Maki, pulling her to a couch to just talk and focus on each other. Anya seems somewhat unsure, but internally knows how important this is for Erik, so she goes along with her.

Leaving the increasingly hornier and tipsier Maki alone with Erik.

Is it the alcohol? Is it being on a dance floor? Is it Erik’s looks? His confidence? Or is it just the lust for him that Maki has been trying to force down finally ready to burst? Maki isn’t sure, but at the end of the day, she can’t resist anymore.

She steps close to Erik, putting an arm on his shoulder and squeezing. “Fuckin’ hell Erik! I think I’ve said it before, but you’ve gotten a lot more buff since you left!”

Erik grins, flexing his arm and biting his bottom lip with playful arrogance. “It’s about time I reckon!”

Maki isn’t trying to hide it anymore, not now. She feels his bicep, stepping closer, her other hand pressing against his chest. “No wonder you got that girl.” She says, licking her lips. “You’re both so hot.”

Erik shivers under her confident touch. “Yeah…”

She stares into his eyes, her eyes lidded with taboo arousal. “No wonder you two are such freaks too…”

She steps closer again, her breasts well and truly against his chest.

Erik could do his part to step back, to create distance. That would be enough to break Maki out of her current state of mind, and do a lot to snap her out of her lust generally.

But he doesn’t.

Her hand drops from his chest, directly onto his bulge.

“Maki!” He says, his hands wrapping around her wrist, but still not pulling away.

“I’ve already seen it, stepbro.” She shudders, rubbing her palm onto him. “What’s wrong with getting a very big feel…”

She pulls her head back, her lips wet with her arousal. “How much bigger can you get?”

Erik swallows, he knows he should end this, this is wrong…

“Bigger….” He says, his arms frozen by his side.

Maki’s eyes flutter with excitement. She grabs his shaft, giving it a solitary squeeze before letting go. “Follow.” She says.

They get to the bar, she collects two shots, she guides him to a corner, away from the bar staff. Handing the shot glass to Erik. “Give it to me.”

Erik reaches for her face, caressing her chin, he pulls his thumb onto her bottom lip, pulling her mouth open, Maki’s eyes burn into him, her eyes narrowed, she tips her head back as Erik slowly pours the shot into her waiting, willing mouth.

Erik breathes heavily. “My turn.” Erik is past the point of no return now, just like her.

She smirks, squeezing her tits together, she puts the shot glass in her cleavage. “Dig in baby boy.”

Erik steps close, instead of just putting his head between her tits, he reaches up and grabs her breasts, pushing them up her chest, he leans forward and gropes her as he grabs the shot with his teeth, snapping his head back he takes it, eventually letting go.

Erik has no idea what’s come over him….

Maki stares at the alcohol dripping along his chin, she licks her lips and leans forward before he can react, she drags her tongue along his jawline. Pulling back she smirks at him.

“Hey guys!!” Anya says behind them, arm linked with Vi.

They turn, the haze of lust dissipating from around them. Erik’s eyes are wide, his eyes meet Vi. Anyone who would recognise the look in his eyes, it’s her.

But he’s fortunate tonight, she’s had too much to drink to be as observant as usual. Anya saunters up to them and stands beween them, putting her arms around their necks and swings. “I’m soooooooo glad we get to hang out again! Now with alcohol!!! It’s so fun!”

Erik puts an arm around Anya chuckling awkwardly, grinning at Vi, she’s clearly worked her magic on her. Of course she did. He’s not too sure about what just happened with Maki… That was so dangerous.

Maki is in a similar state. She can’t begin to fathom what just came over her. Though she knows, she knows… Given the chance, another one like that…