Even through the headphones blaring music I could hear the uproar between my stepmom and step sister of two years downstairs.
Being a seventeen year old guy, one does not generally care about the estrogen fueled shouting matches between a girl who just turned 16 a few days ago and her mother. But since the shouting was so loud, I could not help but over hear the gist of the argument between the two.
"WHERE WERE YOU ALL NIGHT!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING! I AM LATE FOR WORK! I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK!!" thundered my stepmom.
"I am SIXTEEN MOM!! I can do what I want, wear what I want, go where I want." retorted Ashley.
A few more minutes of yelling ensued, which finally ended with,
"AS LONG AS YOU LIVE IN MY HOUSE, YOU LIVE BY MY RULES!! YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR A WEEK LITTLE LADY!! NO TV! NO COMPUTER! NO PHONE! NO FRIENDS!! NO LATE NIGHT TRIPS!!! GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!" yelled my stepmom, followed by the thunderous crash of a door closing and the sound of a car pulling out of the drive way.
A minute later the door to my room crashed open and with her face streaked with mascara and tears, and red angry cheeks stood my step sister.
She was about 5 feet tall, with black hair that hugged her face in a bouncy wavy fashion as it fell to her shoulders. She measured 32-28-30, her face could be described as being round. Her white blouse had its top two buttons undone to reveal her firm, smooth breasts squeezed against each other. The blouse was short enough to reveal a slightly round yet attractive navel and belly button.
A short denim mini-skirt that ended about 4 inches above her knees gave me a good glimpse of her shapely legs and milky thighs.
She was definitely not a model, and never would be. But she was one of those girls whose sense of fashion , her girl next door looks made Ashley a very pretty, desirable and fuckable girl.
She could see that I was wearing headphones, so she gestured me to take off my headphones and approach her.
I had never really had a conversation with Ashley, nor did we go to the same school. I was just vaguely aware of her being around the house. I knew almost nothing about her, despite our living together for two years.
Thus, I got off the bed and approached her......I wondered what she wanted.
Ashley wiped her face with her forearm and looked up at me...
"Do you think I am pretty, Michael?" she asked.
"Sure you are" I replied cautiously.
Ashley grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and pulled me in, her lips pressed against mine, her tongue finding its way in through my parted lips.
I placed my hands on her shoulder and pushed her back.
"Wha.", I began,but she cut me off.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she said with determination, her chest heaved from the few seconds of passionate kissing. She ran her hand through her hair and pushed it back behind her ear.
That thing she did with her hair, and her hot, tight, young body was all I needed to make my decision.
I did not care that she was my step sister, nor did anything else enter my mind at that moment.
"YES!", I replied.
She grabbed my hand and dragged my out into the hallway, past her room and towards our parents room.
"I want to fuck on that BITCHES BED!!! I want to be FUCKED like a WHORE on the WHORES bed!!" she yelled to both me and herself as she led my like a sacrificial lamb towards our parents room.
Just outside the door, Ashley stopped and just let out a yell of anger and frustration.