Big Sister

I had met my new stepsister once. She helped her father move in with my mother and first impressions of them both were fine. Ezra was about three inches taller than my 5'6 self and had bra-strap-length black hair, olive skin, brown eyes always seemed to wear jeans, sandals and graphic tees. I was much more of a skirt and blouse girl. She was easily a C-cup to my B. I remember we had a short conversation where she complemented my long blonde hair and blue eyes and general overall looks and then she was gone. Then, out of the blue, three years later, she calls me and says she needs a place to crash for a bit. Our first meeting was fine, so I figured why not.

It was a Saturday when she knocked on my door and we spent a good part of the day catching up and moving her in. She had moved mainly because of her work as computer programmer, but partially because, as she said, she wanted to be closer to me. Mom and Dad were fine and would be visiting for the holidays if not sooner, but she was actually kind of tired of being around them.

After some pizza and soda for dinner, she helped me clean up the kitchen and then gave a big stretching yawn. "You mind if I take a shower?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna study, make yourself at home," I replied and we went our separate ways. It was entering my bedroom then, that I noticed some of her boxes there. But I figured we could talk about it when she got out of the shower.

Plopping down on the bed I began reading through my text book and nearly forgot about Ezra until she gave me a firm smack on my ass, causing me to yelp and jump a bit and turn to her, noticing she was only in pair of boxers and a red t-shirt. "Man, you have a nice ass. Nice everything, really," she commented.

"Um...thanks," I said. "So, you know I have a guest room, don't you?"

"Yeah. So, you dating any cute boys?" she asked.

"I'm...no," I admitted, blushing.

"How about any cute girls? Mom told me you are bi," she interrogated, her smile oddly disarming and pleasant as she took a seat across from me on the bed. I shook my head. "Ah. Too bad. You are really hot."

"Thanks," I said taking the compliments in stride. "So, about the sleeping arrangements..."