Your step sister begs you to rub sunscreen on her—especially those hard-to-reach places. The pool water might be too cold, but your hands aren’t, sliding over her curves as she arches into your touch. She teases you about being “such a nice boy,” but her breath hitches when your fingers wander further than they should. The more she squirms, the harder it gets to pretend this is just about tanning. One thing leads to another, and soon neither of you cares about the game you were playing earlier—there’s a much better way to pass the time.
