Caught in the Middle

A loud sigh escapes my lips as I walk through the main door to my family’s house. After a long day in the hot sun I just want to kick back on the sofa and relax, but something tells me I wont get to relax in silence.

Walking into the living room, I see my stepsister Amanda and her best friend Cathy sprawled out on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. With dad and Amanda’s mom spending most of the summer travelling Europe, Cathy has basically been living with us since we have the house to ourselves. All though, I’m not sure you could classify what Amanda and Cathy have been doing as living.

Me, I’ve spent nearly every day volunteering as a lifeguard at the local pool for extra credit at the local community college. The heat is exhausting, the costumers rude, and the pay is literally non-existent. But at least i got a great tan out of it. The girls, however, home on break from their shared dorm room at the state college, have spent their days watching cheap reality TV and daytime soap operas. In fact, I’m pretty sure they are in the exact same positions as when i left the house 7 hours ago.

"Mind if I join in?" Without waiting for an answer, I plop down between them.

Amanda lets out an exaggerated sigh, flopping back against the cushions with a dramatic flair. "Ugh, fine. Just don't expect me to move over, it's not my fault if your fat ass won't fit." Hearing her comments, I widen my posture, purposefully manspreading to take up extra room. As my thighs brush against theirs. I can feel the heat from their bodies, Amanda on my right, Cathy on my left. As I close my legs again, Cathy shifts her legs, stretching them out across my lap. Her bare toes brush against my thigh as she settles in. "Watch it big-shot, there’s two who know how to take up space here."

I’ve known Cathy for almost as long as I’ve known Amanda. I first met Amanda when i was 12 and she just had turned 13. Our parents had started dating a few months earlier, and they decided it was time for us to meet. When they married the next year, my new stepmom and stepsister moved into my dad's house. It wasn’t many days after Cathy came over to visit for the first time. That day was also when my crush on her first started.

Now Cathy has grown into a bombshell of a young lady. She’s probably 5’4, maybe 5’5. She has a shapely body with curves in all the right places. With her, I would say double d breasts, judging from her swimsuit photos on Instagram, and raven black hair that reaches almost down to her plump ass she would make one hell of a big tiddy goth gf if that was her style. It certainly didn't help that I think she might have flirted with me once last summer, when she was over for a family barbecue. Although that could very well just have been my imagination trying to will something into existence. Or maybe she had caught me stealing glances at her and decided to tease me?

"So, what are we watching? Anything good?"

Cathy immediately perks up, swiveling to face me with bright eyes. "Oh! There's this new dating show where everyone must dress up, and act, as their spirit animals. It's honestly so awful it's amazing." Cathy snorts with laughter, shaking her head before focusing on the TV again. "You'd think a show like that would have some kind of message or point, but it's just hour after hour of a guy in a zebra suit or lion costume trying to court a girl in a gazelle dress or whatever. "Surprisingly, none of them have gotten laid yet.” Cathy's foot rest lightly against my thigh, her toes rubbing against the fabric of my pants almost to punctuate the end of her sentence. She turns toward me with an amused expression, the glow from the TV making her dark eyes shine. "It might be the best worst tv-show I’ve ever seen," she says, stretching her arms above her head in a way that makes her t-shirt ride up slightly, exposing a sliver of toned stomach. All I can do is nod at her words, trying to keep my eyes from dropping to that exposed skin. Amanda suddenly leans over me as the shows credits begin to roll over the screen, snatching the remote from Cathy's hands. "Here, you can pick whatever dork show you like to watch."

I’ve never quite managed to figure Amanda out. Usually, she would act like a total brat against me and then run to her mom or my dad whenever i tried to retaliate in any way. Yet, when Stacy Jones had asked me out in my sophomore year of high school, only to reveal it had been a prank when i said yes, she had laid into the girl calling her all kinds of names, reducing her to tears. But at the same time she had no problems calling me a dork or a loser herself, or making fun of my pimples and, admittedly, pathetic first attempt at growing a mustache. It was like she was allowed to bully me, but no one else was?

I hate to admit it. But Amanda has grown up into quite an attractive young lady in her own right. A bit taller than Cathy, probably 5’7 tall, she also has a much leaner body type from years of running track. But there is no denying that she is fit, you could most likely bounce a quarter of her toned ass. Her breast is smaller, probably c cups. Although I have not spent the same amount of time studying her as I have Cathy. Amanda is my stepsister, combining that with her bratty behavior meant I have never felt the urge to investigate her beach photos too thoroughly.

"Nah, you pick. I’m sure I’ll enjoy the show either way" I say glancing over at Cathy.

Cathy's smile widens at my words, her eyes flickering with something that wasn't there before. She shifts slightly closer to me, the heat from her body pressing against my arm.

“That tan you’ve gotten from spending all day at the pool really suits you” Cathy says, grabbing my biceps with her hand. “And look at these muscles, have you been working out?”

"Gross?!" Amanda groans dramatically, flopping back against the cushions. "That's my little dork stepbro you slut." Cathy ignores her comments. "Maybe we could watch something with a bit of action. Some explosions or something” Her voice becomes lower, a conspiratorial tone that makes my pulse quicken. "Or something more... personal?" The way she says it leaves no doubt about what she means. My fingers tighten slightly around the edge of the couch cushion as Cathy's knee brushes against mine. The TV's glow paints her face in alternating flashes of light and shadow, making her already dark eyes appear even deeper and more intense.

The space between us seems to shrink as she shifts, turning her body toward me with deliberate slowness. "Unless you'd rather..." She pauses, letting the unspoken option hang between us. Her lower lip catches between her teeth for just a second before she releases it. Although the next sentence is directed towards me, I can sense her eyes teasing Amanda. "We could go somewhere else. Your room's not far, is it?” Amanda lets out a loud scoff, stretching her arms across the back of the couch. "Oh my god, you two are disgusting."

"I’m good right here" I say, tentatively placing a hand on Cathy's exposed thigh. Giving Amanda a teasing look of my own. I can feel Cathy's thigh tensing slightly beneath my fingers. Thinking I’ve taken the joke too far, I go to withdraw my hand. But she doesn't let me move away. Instead, she places one hand on top of mine, locking it in place. She leans closer, until her shoulder bumps gently against mine. Her skin feels warm under my palm, smooth and firm. "Is that so?" She murmurs, her voice quiet but carrying. Her fingers come up to play with the hem of my shirt, tugging it just enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. Amanda continues watching the TV, changing to some other reality drama about some z-grade celebrities whose claim to fame more likely than not was their appearance on some other shitty reality-show. As i settle back in watching the TV, I feel Cathy's knee pressing more firmly against mine as she turns fully toward me, one arm draping casually over the back of the couch behind me.

Feeling emboldened by Cathy's behavior, I decide to place my other arm over Cathy's shoulder and let it hang down to where it graces the side of her boob through her shirt.

I hear Cathy's breath hitch as my fingers find the pillowy softness of her breast through the thin fabric. She turns her face toward me, her mouth parting slightly. Her dark eyes reflect the blue glow of the TV, flickering with intense focus. For a moment, neither of us dare to move. There’s just heavy stillness, charged with expectation. Then her hand slides up my chest, fingers curling against my shirt. "You're bold tonight," she murmurs, so quietly Amanda can't hear. My hand moves over, pinching her nipple. I can feel it quickly harden under my touch, and she arches just slightly into my hand. A small, involuntary sound escapes her, more breath than sound. Spurred on by her reaction, my fingers tighten slightly against her nipple, feeling it poke out beneath the thin cotton. She exhales sharply through her nose, her other hand gripping my thigh through my jeans as she presses herself closer. The heat of her body is unmistakable now, her shirt riding up even more as she arches her back. "You like that?" I whisper, speaking quietly enough that Amanda can't hear over the TV's volume. My thumb circles Cathy's stiffened nipple, applying just enough pressure to make her bite her lower lip. Cathy nods slowly, her eyes locked with mine. She shifts on the couch, spreading her legs slightly beneath the concealing coffee table. The movement presses her outer thigh against My hip.

My fingers creep up Cathy's thigh with deliberate slowness, feeling the softness of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her shorts. She lets out a quiet gasp when my fingertips brush against the inside of her thigh, her nails digging slightly into my chest in response. Her breathing has become shallow, rapid, small hitches between breaths that tell me how affected she is. I can practically feel the heat radiating from between her legs as I inch higher, fingers stopping just millimeters from where she wants them. Cathy's pupils are blown wide with desire, her mouth slightly open. She parts her legs just a fraction more, pressing her hips forward imperceptibly. There's no mistaking the message in that small movement. Her hips give a small roll, undetectable to the naked eye, but enough to press subtly into my hand where it rests just shy of touching her. The heat emanating from her core is unmistakable even through the layers of fabric. My thumb brushes upward, the back of my knuckles finally encountering the damp fabric covering her pussy. She exhales sharply through her nose, her entire body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the contact. "Fuck," she whispers, so quiet I can scarcely hear it over the television. Her fingers clutch at my shirt now, bunching the fabric in her fists as she resists the urge to grind down against my hand. The dampness of Cathy's panties is unmistakable against my fingers, the thin fabric slick with her arousal. She squirms slightly, trying to remain still but failing as I trace the outline of her folds with my knuckles. Her breathing catches as my fingers press more firmly against her clothed pussy, her body instinctively rocking into the contact. The arm draped over my shoulder tenses, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. "I can feel how wet you are," I whisper, my words quiet but thick with my own arousal. My thumb presses down slightly more, exerting a gentle but insistent pressure against her clit through the fabric.

Not caring that my stepsister, her best friend, is sitting at the opposite end of the sofa, I decide to push my hand further. Cathy's entire body tenses as my fingers sneak upwards, her thighs clamping around my hand for a brief moment before relaxing. My fingers trace the edge of her increasingly soaked underwear. Her breath comes in short, controlled bursts as I slide one finger under the fabric, feeling her bare pussy lips quiver at the contact. She bites her lower lip hard enough to leave marks, her dark eyes flickering toward Amanda to ensure she's still focused on the TV. Her hand moves from my chest to grip my wrist, guiding my finger into place between her folds. Cathy's cunt is dripping wet as my finger parts her slick folds, her inner walls clenching around the promise of what to come. A soft whimper escapes her throat as I press upward. Her grip on my wrist tightens almost painfully for a moment as she forces herself to remain still, her breathing coming in shallow gasps. "Careful," she whispers, her lips nearly brushing my ear as she speaks, Her hot breath teasing my skin. Her entire body trembles slightly, her free hand now clutching the couch cushion beside her hip. I look over at Amanda who is sitting with a pillow on her lap. Her hands concealed under the pillow. Amanda's head is angled just enough to watch us from the corner of her eye while still keeping her gaze on the TV. Beneath the pillow, her hands move rhythmically, and I notice small jerks of her body every few seconds. Her breathing is heavier than before, controlled, but unmistakable. The way she keeps adjusting the pillow tells me she's positioning it to hide what she's doing while keeping an eye on us. Cathy's grip on my wrist loosens slightly as she follows my gaze, her eyes flickering with realization. She gives a slight nod, letting me know she's noticed too. Then she leans over to whisper something in my ear.