It all started when my step sister was 16 she was still living at home with our parents, i am 7 years older than my step sister and just moved into my...new place, I was one Sunday afternoon and went to my parents to visit (well to get a Sunday dinner lol)I still had a key to my parents’ house, i let myself in and called out hello but there was no answer, as i was walking up the stairs i could hear light moaning noise, i got to the top of the stairs and my step sisters door was slightly open. “Uh-huh.” She said grabbing Sam’s collar for another kiss. “She wants me, she can’t help it.” Sam said before kissing her on the lips. I looked at the two of them trying to go at it and I must say it was arousing. I rubbed the back of neck feeling a little awkward staring and a thought came to my mind. “Um, Meg, Where are your parents?” I asked, wondering how she got Sam to her bedroom without notice. It took her a second to break her kiss and answer. “Oh they grabbed a room at the Hilton.” She. He brushed out his hair as usual, it wasn't very long but longer thanmost men wore it, brushed his teeth, and put on his deodorant.Satisfied he donned the robe tying the silky sash tight after adjustingit to stay closed around him. The robe was long, almost to the floor.He became excited walking to the kitchen, his legs pushing through thesplit in the robe and closing back up again as he moved. He entered thekitchen, Colleen was at the stove still in her short nightie, platingthe eggs with the. What day is it? Oh crap, I have the morning shift at work. I toss off my nightie and make the bed.My hot shower wakes me up. The memories of the last two dramatic days come back to me in a flood. So much has happened. I try to make sense of it all, but it's a blur of images, so I park that exercise for later.I finish and dry off, not even fingering myself as I usually do. I return to my bedroom and select my work outfit - a short skirt and a nice blouse, almost sheer. Now I go to the drawer,.