Goth Girl Next Door: My Forbidden Step-Sister -Chapter – 3

I was lying on my bed, looking at the ceiling, a small light illuminating the otherwise dark room. After leaving Jerica, I’d headed back downstairs and was watching TV in the living room until dad and Addy returned. I told them where Jerica was and her mom remarked that Jerica had no doubt retired for the evening, if she had the wi-fi password.

I was having trouble bringing up the subject of Jerica stripping off her top in front of me (albeit turned away from me), when Addy saved me the awkwardness by addressing it seemingly out of the blue.

“Just so you boys know,” she began, sitting next to dad on the loveseat. “Jerica can be somewhat of a free spirit where her attire is concerned. She’s not much for wearing bras and she occasionally pads around in a tank-top and panties and nothing else. If she’s in her room or dashing to the bathroom, I can almost guarantee she’ll be topless or even naked. Just giving you a heads-up, okay?”

Addy clearly didn’t see her daughter’s cavalier attitude towards clothing as a problem, so dad agreed that he wouldn’t let it faze him. I followed suit and concurred, even if I wasn’t sure that I meant it. If a girl my age was going to be prancing (or, more likely, lurking) around the house in a state of mostly-undress, that would take some adjusting to. Hell, I’m only twenty, whereas dad’s fifty and had just discovered the woman he was sure was the love of his life. No big sacrifice for him.

After a while, I’d excused myself and gone to my own room, which is where I found myself now, staring blankly at my ceiling. Yeah, the whole situation I found myself in was swirling through my mind, but I’d be lying if I said my thoughts didn’t keep coming back to Jerica and her tits, even though I barely saw them. This would take some getting used to.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a virgin- I’d been with a few girls, but I had been prepared for those situations, I’d psyched myself up for them. This time, however, I was in the presence of a girl who seemed to think nothing of taking off her top in front of me, like I was a cat or some other domesticated animal she didn’t need to consider. Addy’s proviso didn’t really help in that regard. Expect it, obviously, but I’m not sure I’d be getting used to it any time soon.

Wasn’t this girl going to be my step-sister if everything went according to plan for my dad?

We were all sitting around the breakfast table, Jerica having (perhaps predictably) been the last one to join us. She was wearing silky black boxers and another band-themed tank-top. She yawned roundly, while he mother was a bundle of energy. As if the noises emanating from my father’s room that first night hadn’t been an indication, they coy looks and grins he and Addy kept sharing made it blatantly obvious how their night had gone.

“While I’m not one to declare anything absolutely set in stone,” dad said as he sprinkled pepper on his eggs. “Addy and I are pretty sure that we want to get married. Nothing big, just a little ceremony down at city hall, with you two present, and maybe the Masons next door as witnesses.”

“Congrats, dad,” I said, at least happy to have an answer about how things were likely to play out, even if I still found it weird. “So, when’s the big day?”

“Addy still wants to find a job before we do anything official, but there are plenty of good realtor positions open around the city, it’s a no-brainer that she’ll get one. Then we just need to calculate some finances and move on from there. My estimate? Early next week, if that works for you.”

I considered and nodded. They both looked at Jerica, who shrugged and yawned.

“Hey, who am I to stand in the way of torrid romance and budding love?” she asked. “Do what y’gotta do.”

That was all the permission and consultation that dad and Addy needed, apparently. I mostly stayed out of the way while their whirlwind of preparation began. Dad managed to get some time off from his job and did most of the leg-work, while Addy made sure she’d secured employment with one of the more prestigious realty companies on our side of the city. I had to admit, I hadn’t seen dad this excited or happy in a long time. Not that dad was the moping or sad type, but this was a whole new level and I felt glad for him.

To my relief, there seemed to be no Jekyll and Hyde aspect to Addy, who remained as nice and genuine as she’d been that first afternoon. What you saw was what you got. It was no wonder she was a natural at realty sales.

The only dark spot was Jerica. Not because she was being a bitch or anything, because she mostly just stayed out of the way of all the activity. The problem was strictly mine, and had to do with seeing her in states of undress, which did happen over the course of the next few days.

I wasn’t horrified, no. Her body was actually pretty nice to look at, all things considered. But I was trying to psyche myself up for her becoming my legal sister, and the thoughts that were lurking at the back of my mind were complicating things for me. My thoughts could be decidedly… un-brotherly.

Case in point- there was a knock at my door the following day. I open it and my eyes widen as Jerica is standing there in a tight tank and little thong panties. The panties rode low enough to indicate that she was completely shaven. I felt like the swallowing sound I made could be heard in Timmins.

“So, I’m gonna blow my brains out if I don’t find something to do,” Jerica said plainly, not noticing my stare. “Where’s the closest graveyard?”

Another night, I was lying on my side, woken up by a sound. My door happened to be open, the hallway dimly lit by some wall-mounted nightlights. Through my field of vision silently passes Jerica, buck naked on her way to the bathroom. Her tits might be slightly small and pointed, but her ass was something a man would die for just a glimpse of. My head was huddled under my sheets and she left the bathroom door open. I didn’t have a direct line of sight, but the mirror on the inside of the bathroom door was now facing me and I watched her plunk down on the toilet to take care of things.

I was still watching wide-eyed from beneath my sheets when she stood and flushed. She then went to the full-length body mirror on the inside of the door and looked at herself. Her hands wandered up and down her lithe frame for a few moments, before coming to rest on her breasts. It was then that I realized her nipples were pierced, each holding a tiny ring.

I stared in fascination while she tugged at the nipple rings lightly, biting her bottom lip. Then, as one hand continued to molest her nipples, another snaked down her body slowly between her legs to her pale, hairless pussy. She closed her eyes as she fingered herself, her ass swaying and gyrating as she masturbated. Barely a minute had gone by before she shuddered and sighed audibly, but not loudly. She leaned back against the doorframe for a moment, pulling her fingers out of herself and popping them in her mouth, sucking on them. Without another word, she returned to her room and shut the door, completely unaware that I had witnessed her personal moments.

My cock was raging hard as I pushed the covers aside and began to masturbate furiously.