Awkward
We deal with the aftermath of last night
The next morning my gorgeous step-sister was in my arms, wearing nothing but a tank top and her black thong. I lay there holding her tightly, gently running my fingers over her shoulder, when we were both jarred awake by three thumps on the door. “Ohhh shit, it’s my dad,” I whisper-yelled at her as we shot out of bed and scrambled for our clothes. I slowly made my way to the door while she pulled on a pair of pants and hu...