Chapter – 4

Chores were divided up between Jerica and I and while she might have given off an apathetic slacker vibe, she was apparently fairly diligent about getting her shit done. We would take turns with things like laundry and the dishes, while the heavier chores such as cleaning the pool were my domain and she got dusting and composting duty.

In that time, I'd witnessed Jerica in states of undress twice more, although never quite as fully as that night in the bathroom. There was also one night where she caught me pretty much fully naked, as I was leaving the bathroom after a shower. I had a towel loosely tucked around my waist and as I walked across the hall to my room, I dropped my phone. Upon picking it up, the towel fell off me as I rose, and Jerica picked that moment to come out of her room. She stared at me impassively for some seconds, seemingly unbothered by the sight of my naked body, while I no doubt had the look of a deer in headlights. She just clucked her tongue and wandered off down the stairs, as if nothing had happened.

Hey, she hadn't screamed or pointed and laughed. I guess that was something. I resolved to not be so uptight in the future.

The big day finally arrived and we all trooped down to city hall to watch my dad and Addy's connubial fusion. As planned, the Masons next door acted as witnesses and then we all went out for dinner. While my dad and Addy did indeed have a honeymoon planned, they weren't going on it immediately, instead waiting for a at least a few weeks and then jetting off to some place tropical. My dad had the vacation time and it had become a stipulation of Addy's employment.

Dinner after the wedding was fun, with even the great stoneface Jerica cracking a smile or two. I had to admit, she was very pretty when she smiled, although in a creepy goth way. But once you got the makeup off her and saw past the affectation, she was indeed attractive. I guess she was happy for her mom, if for no other reason that it let her live her life free of most interference.The following morning, I went downstairs, trying to shake the fog of sleep from my brain. I set a pot of coffee, noting that my dad and Addy were nowhere to be found yet, meaning they were no doubt still asleep after a long night of 'celebrating' with one another. I was yawning and scratching the back of my head as I wandered into the living room…

Jerica was sitting in a chair, wearing thong panties and a cropped tank-top while she played on her Vita. She waved to me absently. "Hey, Plato…"

I tried to keep my eyes from popping out of my head and not stare, enraptured as I was by her long, shapely legs and tight stomach. If her tits had been bigger, she would have been absolutely stunning and made every other woman around her look like kibble. Even so, her dark sexiness was growing on me.

"Sit and take a load off," she mentioned, not looking away from her game. "It'll do a better job of concealing that hard-on in any event."

I flushed in embarrassment and sat quickly on the couch, my hands in my lap. I said nothing, being rather unsure of what there was to say at this point. To be honest, I couldn't even really blame the erection on morning wood, since I hadn't been sporting said boner when I came downstairs. It only started happening (and quickly) when I espied my nearly naked step-sister.

"This sure is awkward for you," she said casually, her thumbs flying over the buttons. "Damned if I know why, though."

The chiding, if you could call it that, stung me into a response. I shook my head and finally spoke. "Y'gotta admit, it's a little weird, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"I… well, me, seeing you like… that."

She cocked an eyebrow and looked at me. "Our parents just got married after meeting on vacation and knowing each other for essentially two months, and seeing a nearly naked chick is what strikes you as weird in all this?"

I said nothing.

"I'd ask if you were gay, but your dick tells me you're not. So, back to my original point- I've got no idea why you're making this so difficult on yourself."

"Because it's been my dad and I for years, and now there's a step-mom and a step-sister who struts around mostly naked on a regular basis, there might be some adjustment time necessary." I replied somewhat defiantly. I was determined to make sense here.

"Most guys'd be thrilled to have a chick walking around mostly naked," she pointed out. "And I really hope you don't take forever to adjust, because this awkward thing isn't working for me. I just moved across the damn country because my mom fell in love, I don't need this to boot."

"Sorry, Lady Godiva." I snorted.

She paused her game and sighed. "Seriously, dude. You're nice enough, but get the stick out of your ass, I've done enough compromising."

She stood up and walked toward me. I tried not to stare at the black thong she was wearing, which barely covered her pussy. The tank-top was very abbreviated, cut off so that the bottom of it barely covered her breasts, the bottom swell of which could be seen. She came to a stop in front of me and stood there, one hand on her hip while she looked down at me.

"Can't believe I have to do this with a full-grown, straight man," she sighed. "But here…"

And with that, she pulled her tank-top over her head, exposing her breasts. My eyes went wide again and there was a completely involuntary and unstoppable stirring in my pants. I could feel my cock begin to throb at the sigh of her body. She wasn't covered in tattoos, but she had more than just a few, strategically placed around her lithe form. I could clearly see the little rings that pierced her nipples now. She didn't seem the least bit self-conscious about her near nudity in my presence.

"Here you go," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Jerica's tits, in all their B-cup glory."

If I wanted to look away, she clearly had no intention of letting me. She had her fingers on my chin and was making sure I stared. She clearly wanted this awkwardness out of my system, and the sooner, the better.

So I gaped at my new step-sister's breasts, pale and somewhat pointy, but still soft and rather delicious-looking. Not only was my cock throbbing in my pants, I could feel myself salivating at the sight of them. This was definitely driving me into the realm of inappropriate thoughts for which there was no defence.

"See?" she said, leaning forward. "World didn't come to an end now, did it? I have no intention of covering up because you're feeling neurotic and repressed, so you need to get bored of them, okay?"

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that wasn't happening any time soon, but maybe I'd learn to not be so obvious?

"They're just tits," she said. "Plain ol' tits, and I should be able to walk around with them out and not cause you to have a brain aneurism."

I seized up and shuddered as she reached between my legs and took hold of my cock through my pajama bottom, giving it a squeeze. "Pretty soon, this won't make an appearance at every little sign of my flesh. Not that you need to be a eunuch, Plato, but I can't stand the awkward thing."

She stood up and nodded. "I think that was a good start. If you see me walking around with my tits out, go ahead and stare to get it out of your system, I really don't mind, okay? It's a lot less annoying than seeing you turn red, forget how to speak and run to your room to slam your door."