They agree, but with one surprise condition.

It took a lot of arguing, but the three of us finally wore them down. Aaron wasn’t crazy about having his daughters leave the house two months earlier than he’d expected, but eventually we convinced them. Or so we thought.

After a long private conversation about it, Aaron and my mom sat down with us. “We know you’re growing up, and we don’t want to tie you down more than necessary,” Aaron told us reasonably. “But none of you have ever lived in the city on your own, and that makes us a little anxious. So here’s our condition: you three are welcome to live in the apartment this summer, but only if Traci lives there with you. She’s coming home from college after her sophomore year to spend her summer working in the city, and she’s slightly older, so we’ll feel better if she’s around.”

I barely knew Traci since she’d hardly visited all year. I had a mental picture of a slender and pretty blonde with a no-nonsense demeanor. She was almost as tall as I was, which says something since I stood over 6 feet. Mostly, I remembered noting that her tits were smaller than her younger sisters’, but seemed to be quite nice in their own right.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about having this stranger join our group, but the girls loved the idea of living with their older sister--I got the feeling they practically worshiped her--so I went along with it. That’s how I found myself sharing an apartment for the summer with my 3 stepsisters: Jessica and Marisa, both 18 and about to start college, and Traci, recently turned 21 and entering her junior year.

In all of our excitement for the summer it seemed like the final months of the school year lasted for decades, but eventually school was over and it was time to move into the apartment which had been empty for the past year.