Perverted Step-Dad System

Chapter 14: Sisters

Sophie let out a light laugh and fell silent.

After a few seconds she stared at her sister for a moment longer, then tilted her head with a small grin.

"Did you cook something yet? I’m starving after school."

Jane blinked, pulled out of her swirling thoughts. "Oh... I forgot. Sorry, Soph."

She’d been so occupied with everything that happened today with Lucien that she’d forgotten she was supposed to prepare dinner.

"Why don’t you go freshen up first? I’ll head to the kitchen and whip something up quick before Mom gets back." Jane quickly advised.

Sophie’s eyes lit up. "Okay!"

She turned toward the mirror again, then began peeling off the rest of her clothes with the careless ease of someone who had no idea how her body moved.

The dark blue blouse slipped from her shoulders and dropped to the floor.

She rolled her hips slightly as she pushed the school skirt down over her slender legs, letting it pool at her ankles before stepping out of it.

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties next, tugging them down with a little sway that made the fabric glide along smooth, flushed skin.

For a brief second she stretched, arms lifting overhead, her average breasts rising with the motion, nipples tightening in the room’s cool air.

"What are you doing? Go and shower in your room?" Jane rolled her eyes and kicked her sister’s clothes in her direction.

Sophie laughed then glanced at her reflection once more, pouted playfully at her own figure, then grabbed her clothes and headed off to freshen up, her hips shifting with each step.

Jane watched her go, a strange mix of fondness and lingering heat twisting in her chest, before she shook her head and made her way to the kitchen.

She had to prepare something before her mom returned from work.

...

I woke to the soft press of warm lips against mine, gentle and familiar.

Blinking slowly, I gradually opened my eyes and glanced at who it was.

Recognition flickered in my gaze and I realized it was my wife, back from work.

She looked stressed and worn out, her shoulders heavy, faint lines of exhaustion around her eyes, the scent of a long day still clinging to her skin.

"How was work, love?" I asked curiously as I sat up.

"Stressful as always." Evelyn replied and tossed her bag onto the table carelessly while taking off her heels.

"Tell me about your day?" she asked, as she tossed the first heel to a place close to the cupboard. She’d take care of it later—for now, however, she was too exhausted to even think about it.

My eyes flickered for a bit as she asked that but I quickly put a tired smile on my face.

"I was bored all day long... I barely did anything today."

’Yeah right...’ I rolled my eyes at myself.

If only she knew exactly what I’d spent my day doing.

A saddened expression appeared on Evelyn’s face as she replied.

"I’m sorry, love. I’m still talking to my boss about getting you a position as my assistant. Nothing seems to be working for now."

Evelyn took off her office white shirt, the fabric whispering as it slid down her arms and revealed the lace of her bra cradling her full breasts.

She reached behind her back, unclasped it, and let the straps fall slowly from her shoulders. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and soft, nipples already pebbled from the shift in temperature.

"There’s no rush..." I replied with a shrug, "Linda right?"

"Yeah..." Evelyn confirmed the name of her boss.

She couldnt understand why her boss was so against getting Lucien a job with the industry.

They were particularly close so she’d talked to her countless times about it, but Linda didnt seem to care in the slightest.

She’d outright rejected the proposal anytime Lucien’s name was mentioned.

With a tired sigh she pushed her skirt down over her hips, the material gliding along her thighs until it pooled at her feet.

Her panties followed, hooked by her thumbs and tugged down in one smooth motion, exposing the soft curve of her ass and the dark patch of trimmed hair between her legs.

Completely bare now, her body carried the faint sheen of a long day, the scent of her skin richer, warmer, more intimate in the quiet room.

I admired the sight of my wife naked, wanting to devour her right there and then, but I held myself in, knowing she must be tired.

"What are you staring at?" Evelyn laughed and tossed her panties right at my nose.

"Go take a shower or I wont hesitate to pin you down..." I grumbled as I peeled the panties off my face, the smell of her warmth clinging to me.

"Oh? I’m scared..." Evelyn rolled her eyes.

As she spoke however she peeled off a towel and wrapped her delicate figure before entering into the bedroom.

Watching her vanish into the bedroom I let out a groan before glancing down at my pants.

I was already rock hard.

"This is torture..." I grumbled internally as I stood up from the bed.