“Took you quite a long time to close that door, Kyle. Checking in on your sister to make sure he’s “Ok” in there, hmm?” You turned to see your stepmom, Anabel, staring at you with a wry look on her face.
Anabel was dressed in a pair of pajama pants, an old college t-shirt, and a bathrobe. She, unlike you relatively slight sister, had an incredible curvy figure. In fact, you kind of wish you hadn’t hit your last growth spurt, because until then, when you hugged her, you got your head buried in her ample chest. She wasn’t fat at all, she just had a real hourglass figure. She had wavy red hair and freckles, which were quite prominent after a summer of sun. She is 35, having been quite a bit younger than your father when they married.
Anabel took the three of you in when your father passed away, she has been a true mother to you, though you aren’t actually related at all. Your real mother ran off on the three of you just after Rachel was born.
“So who was it, Erin or Rachel? If you were peaking on Erin, that’s one thing. She’s your older sister, and boys will be boys, but…”
“I have no idea, honestly, I couldn't see anything, I was just looking to trying to figure out who it was so I’d know how long they’d be. You know how long Erin’s showers are.” You say, realizing that that’s not really much of an explanation.
“Uh-huh, I see. And you figure the best way to do that was to look through the glass and guess who it was based on the profile?” She asked in a gently mocking tone. “I suppose that seemed more sensible then knocking on the door and asking.”
Just then Rachel emerged from the bathroom with a towel around her waist, one arm draped carelessly over her chest, and the other hand holding up the towel, which was entirely too heavy for her slight hips to hold up by themselves.
“Oops, sorry, didn’t realize we were having a family meeting out here in front of the bathroom. What’s the topic for the day?” As she was talking, you could see that her tiny brown right nipple was completely visible through the fingers of her hand. Your stepmom, who should have been used to this kind of thing by now, was obviously a little annoyed. The front of your sweatpants were starting to tent a little bit and you wished you had a bathrobe you could use to cover it up. Forcing yourself to look away from your sister, you looked over at your mom, who, in turn, had apparently noticed your failure to master your libido.
“We were just discussing your brother’s habit of checking in on people in the shower instead of knocking and talking through the door.” You mother seemed intent on twisting the screws in your embarrassing situation.
“Ahh, that was you there giving me the chills was it? If I’d known it was you I’d have given you a bit of a show. Well, time to get changed for school.” She turned back down the hall towards her room, getting to steps before letting her hands fall to her sides. Immediately the towel fell to the ground, revealing her flawless, petite little butt as it shuffled down the hallway.
“Ugh… at least she didn’t bend to pick it up” Your stepmom mumbled to herself, not remotely forgetting that you were standing right there. Her bathrobe had fallen open a little further and you could definitely see slight protrusions at her nipples, and you noticed a slight flush around her neck. Apparently something had had an effect on her. You were definitely curious to know whether it was you or your sister. That would be interesting. You caught yourself staring before your mother could notice.
“I’d better start getting ready for school.” The combination of your sister’s little show, and your stepmom’s arousal insured that your ongoing hard-on was still going strong.
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