The SUV sat crooked at the curb, engine ticking in the sudden silence. Streetlamp light sliced through the windshield, painting Laura's face in gold and shadow. Her question hung between them like smoke: Do you find me attractive?
Alex's voice shook, barely above a whisper. "Why are you asking me that kind of question, Laura?"
She turned fully toward him, knees brushing the console, red hair spilling over one shoulder. Her voice carried a pressure: low, urgent, edged with something dangerous. "It's a simple question, Alex. Do you find me attractive? Yes or no?"
He swallowed, throat dry. The dashboard glow caught the curve of her lips, the swell of her breasts under the thin black dress. His cock twitched, remembering the stall: her body pressed to his, her tongue in his mouth.
"You are beautiful, Laura. But you're my sister. For that reason… you're not attractive to me."
The words tasted like ash.
Laura's eyes narrowed, pupils blown wide in the dim light. "What if I wasn't your stepsister?"
"Laura, don't put 'what if' in your fate. It'll only bring negative feelings."
"Answer." Her voice cracked like a whip. "If I wasn't your stepsister, would you—"
"If you weren't my stepsister," he cut in, voice rough, "we wouldn't have any conversation at all."
Laura remained Silence. Then, softer: "Is that mean… because I am your stepsister, you care about me?"
"Of course." He met her gaze, steady. "Why would I care about you at all unless?"
Laura paused, breath hitching. The air in the car thickened, electric. She leaned closer, perfume: vanilla and smoke: filling his lungs. "And if I want you to look at me as a woman instead of your stepsister?"
"I can't, sister." His voice cracked. "Because you're my stepsister. I can't think otherwise."
Laura's hand moved: slow, deliberate. She grabbed his right wrist, guiding it across the console. Before he could react, she pressed his palm to her left breast. The fabric was thin, warm; beneath it, her heartbeat thundered. Her nipple hardened instantly under his fingers, a tight bead against his skin.
"And what if I change your mind?" she whispered.
The softness: God, the softness: was more than he could've imagined. Full, heavy, spilling over his hand. His cock surged, straining against his jeans. He fought the urge to squeeze, to claim. "You're drunk, sister. You're not thinking straight."
She forced his fingers to close, molding his hand around her breast. "I am thinking straight, Alex. Feel it. Feel my breast and answer: does this make you attracted to my body?"
Heat flooded him. His thumb brushed her nipple involuntarily; she gasped, arching into his touch. "Sister, this is wrong. Let's just leave it here."
Laura's other hand slid to his chest, palm flat over his racing heart. "This isn't wrong. You're not related to me by blood." Her fingers trailed lower: slow, deliberate: across his abs, to the waistband of his jeans. "That's why… we can do whatever our bodies desire."
Her hand settled on his lap, palm pressing against the rigid bulge. She felt him: thick, throbbing, undeniable. A soft moan escaped her. "Brother… your body is agreeing with me even though your lips aren't."
Alex's breath hitched. His hips jerked involuntarily into her touch. Fuck. He yanked the door handle, stumbling out into the cool night air. The door slammed behind him. He braced both hands on the roof, head bowed, chest heaving.
Laura's voice floated through the open window, small now. "What happened, Alex?"
"You know what happened, sister." His voice was gravel. "You're crossing the line."
A long beat. Then, quieter: "Sorry. Won't do it again."
The passenger door opened. Laura climbed out, dress clinging to her thighs, red hair wild in the breeze. She rounded the hood, sliding into the back seat without a word. The door shut with a soft thud.
Alex stood there, fists clenched, cock aching. The night air did nothing to cool the fire in his blood. Finally, he climbed back in, started the engine. The drive home was silent: no music, no words, just the hum of tires and the weight of what almost happened.
They pulled into the driveway at 2:17 a.m. The house was dark, parents still away. Alex killed the engine. The silence pressed in.
Laura's voice came from the back, small. "I'll… go to bed."
He nodded, not trusting his voice.
She climbed out, heels clicking on the pavement. At the door, she paused, hand on the knob. "Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you… for tonight."
He watched her disappear inside, red hair vanishing into shadow.
Alex sat in the car a long time, forehead against the wheel.
It's for the best, it's for the best.
Sunlight sliced through the kitchen blinds, sharp and unforgiving. Alex stood at the counter, pouring coffee with hands that still trembled. The house was too quiet: no parental footsteps, no Lina's humming, just the low hum of the fridge and the weight of last night pressing on his chest.
He hadn't slept.
Every time he closed his eyes, he felt it: Laura's breast in his palm, soft and heavy, her nipple hardening under his thumb. Her hand on his cock, pressing, knowing. The way she'd whispered, "Your body is agreeing with me…"
The stairs creaked. Alex froze, mug halfway to his lips.
Laura appeared in the doorway, red hair tangled, eyes puffy. She wore an oversized college hoodie: his, actually, from two years ago: and tiny sleep shorts that barely covered her ass. No bra. The outline of her nipples pressed against the fabric, dark and obvious.
She stopped when she saw him. The air thickened.
"Morning," he muttered, turning back to the coffee.
Laura hesitated, then padded to the fridge. She pulled out orange juice, movements slow, deliberate. Neither spoke. The silence stretched, taut as a wire.
Finally, she leaned against the counter opposite him, glass in hand. "About last night…"
Alex's grip tightened on the mug. "You were drunk."
"I was." She took a sip, eyes on the floor. "But I remember everything."
His pulse spiked. "Laura—"
"I'm sorry." Her voice cracked. "For… touching you. For saying those things. I crossed a line."
He exhaled, shoulders sagging. "Yeah. You did."
She looked up, green eyes shimmering. "But you felt it too. Don't lie."
Alex set the mug down hard. "I felt something. Doesn't mean it's right."
Laura stepped closer, bare feet silent on the tile. "Why not?"
"Because you're my stepsister." The words came out sharper than intended. "And if Dad and Lina found out—"
"They won't." She was close now, close enough that he smelled her shampoo and sin. "No one has to know."
"Laura…" His voice was a warning.
She reached out, fingers brushing his forearm. "Tell me you don't want me."
He stared at her hand: small, warm, trembling. "I can't."
"Because you do?"
"Because I can't." He pulled away, turning to the sink. "This isn't a game. You are my family."
Laura's laugh was bitter. "Family? You hate me, Alex. You've hated me since day one."
"I don't hate you." The words slipped out before he could stop them.
She froze. "Then what?"
He turned, meeting her gaze. "I don't know what I feel. But it's not simple. It's not just… lust."
Her eyes softened. "It's not just lust for me either."
Silence. The fridge hummed. A car passed outside.
Laura stepped closer, voice barely a whisper. "I've never had someone come for me. Not like last night. You held my hair. You wiped my face. You cared."
"I'll always care," he said, throat tight. "You're my—"
"Stepsister." She finished for him, bitter. "I know."
She turned away, "I just… I want to be seen. Not as the bitchy stepsister. Not as the girl who ruins everything. As me."
Alex's chest ached. "You are seen."
"By who?"
"By me." The words hung there, heavy.
Laura looked back, eyes wide. "Then why fight it?"
"Because there is a line between us. And if we cross that line…" He shook his head. "There's no going back."
She stepped closer, close enough that her hoodie brushed his chest. "Maybe I don't want to go back."
Her hand rose, slow, hovering over his heart. He didn't move. Couldn't. Her fingers settled: warm, steady. His heartbeat thundered beneath her palm.
"Tell me to stop," she whispered.
Alex closed his hand over hers, fingers trembling. "Stop, sister. This is wrong. Please stop now."
Laura stared into his eyes, unblinking. "Make me."
She rose on her toes, lips inches from his. "Alex…"
The front door rattled. Keys jangled.
They sprang apart.
Lina's voice echoed from the foyer: "Kids? We're home early!"
Laura's eyes widened in panic. She bolted upstairs, hoodie flapping. Alex stood frozen, coffee cold in his hand.
Lina appeared in the doorway, suitcase in tow. "Missed you both! Sweetie did your sister give me any trouble?"
Alex forced a smile. "Not at all."
Upstairs, a door slammed.