You've got to deal with one horny stepsister.

I figured that once the conversation was over, things might go back to normal in our apartment, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. On the way to Jessie’s bedroom, Traci slipped off to change into painting clothes, emerging in a skimpy purple tank top and a pair of very short daisy dukes.

I was all prepared to go back to what I’d been doing all day: ogling the hot women around me. Seeing Traci in a tanktop, for example, had me more convinced than ever that I shouldn’t discount her tits just because they were a little smaller than the twins’. And the tiny shorts she was wearing showed off an incredible pair of legs.

But I discovered that Traci had more on her mind than just looking. The room wasn’t particularly large, but that was no excuse for how close Traci always seemed to be to me. I lost count of the number of times she rubbed my ass “by accident,” and she always seemed to need to squeeze past me for some reason or other. The feel of her firm tits sliding across my back was making me hard.

If Jessie and Mari noticed Traci’s behavior, they didn’t show it, and Traci seemed unwilling to do anything too blatant in front of her younger sisters. So we painted the room and moved the furniture back into place as if everything was normal, except that every few minutes I’d find Traci rubbing up against some part of my anatomy. I liked it, but I wasn’t sure what to do about it.

When we finished, everyone went into their own bedrooms to finish unpacking and get ready for bed. We were all starting work the next morning, so no one really wanted to be up too late. Except for Traci…