You find me fresh out of a shower, making coffee

You hear a soft cursing from the kitchen as you come down the stairs. Stepping around the corner you spot me rooting through the cabinets under the counter.

In a towel.

On my knees.

With clearly nothing under it.

Your step sister's bare ass and smooth-shaven little pussy lips are staring you right in the face.

"Where's the damn coffee?" I shuffle something in the cabinet, my towel shifting, the front popping apart to dangle loosely down either side.