News of the Day

After a refreshing shower, Gerald quickly dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table, enjoying his breakfast as he read the day?s paper, duly delivered in time.

Seconds later, Katrina bounced into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and quickly drank it. Gerald watched his sister out of the corner of his eye as she put the orange juice back in the fridge. She was wearing her school uniform: navy blue blazer, white blouse, navy blue and green plaid knee-length skirt, white mid-thigh stockings, and black mary janes.

Katrina closed the fridge and turned to face her brother. Gerald lowered the paper and looked at her. Her eyes darting to the kitchen door, she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her braless breasts to her brother. Katrina then lifted the hem of her skirt to show him that she was not wearing any panties.

Gerald motioned his sister to come over to him. Dropping the hem of her skirt, Katrina tentatively walked up to her brother.

Gerald pushed himself away from the table and said, ?Sit down.?

Katrina sat down on her brother?s lap, her skirt spread out around her. Gerald reached up her skirt to her cunt and began fingering her pussy.

?When you get home,? he whispered into her ear. ?You had better be dripping with desire. I don?t care how you do it, but come home randy. And don?t orgasm. You need to be on an edge.?

Grinning, Gerald lifted his sister off his lap with both hands. Katrina squealed when he smacked her ass.

?Off to school with you,? he laughed. Giggling, his sister kissed his cheek and scurried off to get ready.

He returned to he paper and his cereal. Within moments, he heard the front door slam shut. Engrossed in his paper, Gerald did not hear his stepmother enter the kitchen.

?Did Mistress Katrina just leave for school?? she said, interrupting Gerald from the newspaper.

?Aye,? he replied. ?Has my father left for work??

?Yes. So? It?s just the two of us today??

Gerald lowered the paper and looked at Brielle. She was hovering on the opposite side of the table, a glass of water in her hands, clad in a thin white robe that hung down to her mid-thighs; the belt loosely knotted revealing the creamy skin of her breasts. Her eyes were downcast as she spun the glass in her hands.

?Are you okay, Brielle?? Gerald asked.

?I, I?m fine,? his stepmother stammered. ?I?m not s, sure if you a, approve of th, this.?

?Of what??

Brielle placed the glass of water on the table and grasped her robe.

?Th, this!? she implored.

?It?s fine,? Gerald said. ?For the moment, but in the future, the only thing you can wear in private is lingerie unless I tell you otherwise, and that does not count as lingerie.?

A small smile formed on Brielle?s lips.

Setting his paper down, Gerald said, ?Now what fun activities shall we to do today??