From her apartment door she went straight to the bedroom, discarding her bag and coat as she strode through the hall. She turned on the light and insp...cted herself in the mirror. When she stood normally everything appeared, well, normal. There was no indication of her clothing deficiency. She lifted her leg slightly, as if to mount a step. Now that was better, just a discreet sliver of stocking-top was visible. She lifted her leg a little higher, as she had done to get onto her tram. That. “Well, I'll leave you alone. Welcome home Jackson,” she said, turning for the door. “Hey,” I said, turning her back toward me. “Thanks and, you really do look great.” She giggled and turned quickly but, not before I saw the blush in her cheeks. I watched her walk out, closing the door behind her. A second later, I heard her close her bedroom door. I began chastising myself immediately. I told myself I had to stop. That she was my stepsister. I told myself everything I could think. You clench again. The person knocking at the front door seems to loose its patience. He knocks harder and faster. You get up while you try to maintain the clench. You look around. You hadn't expected anybody so you haven't prepared any clothes. Quickly you grab a bathrobe and wrap it around you. You can feel the juices running down your thighs when you walk. You imagine hearing squelching sounds when your thighs move against each other.You get to the door and look who is standing outside. You. Johnny sits with me and Dustin, and comments how awesome the BBQ is. Although still pretty early, I bark out “Who's got watch”? Riley responds he and Billy. “OK—you bois better get a nap”. “Yes sir Matthew”. The two disappear into one of the pup tents on the edge of the camp site. “watch” ? Inquires Johnny. “Yes sir—as you can see, there's about 50 grand worth of gear out here. Definitely have nite watch. So---you spending the night with us”? “Oh fuck ya” ! “Don't need to call anybody, or check.