Leaves Messy Traces

It was another hour or so, until the three men came back down those stairs. All of them still in the process of tucking shirts back in or pulling up flies. You shuddered to imagine what your step-sister had been doing with them for all that time, that they were so slow to reacquaint themselves with trousers. Skeg waved you back into freedom, resulting in a full blown scurry straight past them. Trying not to be aware of how every set of eyes followed your pantie-clad buttocks on their passage. Thank goodness your embarrassment-shrivelled genitals were suitably unimpressive enough to go unnoticed, when viewed from below and behind.

You burst through the open door of the apartment and slammed it shut behind you… unable to restrain the need to just have them all clear of your mind. You didn’t know what state you expected to find your step-sister in when you turned around… but there were two distinctly opposing angles to your wants in that regard.

She was just lounging on the sofa. Her long, luxurious legs crossing at the ankles upon one arm while she absent-mindedly scrolled through some page on her phone. For all the world like this was another lazy day at home, with nothing so much as a sheet of homework looming on the horizon. Except, she was completely naked. The baggy t-shirt and frayed panties she had slept in strewn casually across the floor. Her perfect, perky tits presented openly by the constricting presence of her upheld arms. You gulped to be allowed to view such majesty; the sacred vision of your step-sibling which had always been hidden from you by just a few thin layers of clothing… apparently now deemed unnecessary. Hampered only by the equally ignored pools and dribbles of viscous, off-white slime she had left just drying on her smooth, pink skin. Some of it was clinging to her fringe… dangling down above one eye and threatening to join the further trickle dribbling down one cheek. Even as you watched, she subconsciously reached up one slender finger and gathered up a drip of this… slipping it between her lips as if it was just a drop of runaway ice cream.

When she got to the bottom of her article, she glanced up and spotted you. Making precisely no particular change in laidback attitude or posture at being seen in such a state. “Oh, hey Jay-Jay… Were you alright down there? I did say to Skeg that you could help out like that from time to time… but I sorta thought he’d teach you how it all worked first.”

Powers of speech still seemed to be beyond you. For years you’d stared at your own girlish self in bedroom and bathroom mirrors, wondering just when some burgeoning signs of masculinity were going to show in your faltering stumble through puberty. Spinning around in whatever make-up and hairclips your step-sister had pinned you in this time and wondering if, perhaps, that reflection was a near-enough simile. It wasn’t though. As fragile and effeminate as you remained… she had grown into a full-blown woman. Her perky breasts and curving waist made mockery of the facade you were being **** to wear. How could anyone look at that, and think you were her little step-sister? She smiled slyly at you for a moment… giving the impression that she was basking a little in the way your eyes were roaming across her body, but made no even joking mention of it.

“Well I’m sure he’ll give you the rundown of it, when the excitements worn off. That was pretty much the whole agreement: You help out down there sometimes, and I help out up here... whenever. Pretty good trade for free food and rent eh?”

The girl beamed, leaping to her feet at last and showing that extra half-an-inch she still had on you. She honestly described it as if she had discovered the discount code of the century on cheap pizza and squalid inner-city apartments. You watched as gravity took hold of the various puddles of man-gunk coating her chest and drew her attention likewise.

“Oh, yeah… Guess I should jump in the bath now, huh?”

She headed off to rummage through one of the bags you’d brought for a towel and some shampoo, noticeably neglecting to dig out any fresh set of clothes as she did so. You stood feeling frozen and grimy as the various dribbles of semen slowly made it all the way down past her belly-button, unheeded and unhindered.

She paused in the doorway to the cramped, little bathroom. Looking back at you with a playful, teasing smile.

“Do you wanna… share?”