Stolen Step-sister

Wesley stood outside the front door of his new house, contemplating not going inside at all. He had lived with his mom in a rundown apartment ever since her divorce from his father. Now, after nearly five years, she had gotten remarried and conveniently not told him until the day of the wedding, which was a week ago. She was still on her honeymoon with his new father while he was still living in their old apartment until the day the movers came that morning to move everything to their new home.

His mother was supposed to return before the movers came but she had decided to extend the honeymoon for unknown reasons, leaving Wesley to move into his new home on his own. All Wesley knew was that he had a new sister, around the same age as him. He had seen her at the wedding but they had barely spoken. She stayed in a corner by herself playing on a handheld gaming system.

The wedding was small enough that it was doubtful she had been able to invite any of her friends to attend. Wesley had not been able to either. As such the only kids their age were relatives. Wesley had hung out with the younger generation of his family but Jessie had abstained, preferring to play her game by herself.

Wesley was fourteen, with curly golden hair with darker roots. He wore glasses and was quite skinny and a little short. Jessie was a little taller than him with freckles and brunette hair which she had worn up in a ponytail for the wedding. Her dress showed off her cleavage and her rather defined collar bones. Wesley had to admit he was staring quite a bit.

Upon crossing the threshold of the front door, Wesley called out to see if anyone was home. There was no answer. Jessie should have known that he was scheduled to arrive that day but she might have forgotten after hearing their parents would be extending their trip. With his suitcase in hand, Wesley ascended the stairs to the second floor. He already knew which room was supposed to be his and went to deposit his belongings.

After a moment, the sound of running water became apparent to him. Someone was taking a shower in the upstairs bathroom. There was no mistaking who it was. Jessie must have been home alone, unless she had invited visitors to her unsupervised home. Whether he should or should not never even crossed Wesley’s mind, there was no way he was going to pass up the opportunity to peek on a girl in the shower.

The door to the bathroom was locked but it was the type that had a hole in the center of the knob so it could be opened without a key just by pushing something small inside in case someone ever accidentally locked themselves out of the room.

It was not hard to find a chopstick in the kitchen downstairs. Upon popping the door open, Wesley made sure to open it slowly so that it would not creek at all. The room was filled with steam. Wesley smirked to himself as he pondered why Jessie would take a hot shower at the start of summer. Girls were a mystery to him. His mother was similar in her actions. Women must have a higher body temperature or something, he concluded.

It was easy enough to see the outline of Jessie’s body on the other side of the cloudy white curtain. In her dress at the wedding, he had not been able to judge her figure all that well but now he could see just how shapely her waist and butt were. He really hit the jackpot in terms of living with a teenaged girl. When he first leaned he would be getting a sister, he feared she would be like the girls in his school, bespectacled pudgy if not downright overweight trolls as he liked to call them. It did not occur to Wesley that his opinion of girls might be hypocritical considering he looked scrawny and wore glasses himself.

At that very moment, his glasses actually fogged up due to the steam. Not seeing where he was going, he accidentally kicked the side of the toilet bowl, stubbing his toe. “Who’s there?” Jessie gasped.

Realizing it was too late to slip away, Wesley responded with faux sincerity. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were in there.”

“Wesley?” Jessie recognized his voice. “What are you doing here? Didn’t the move in date get pushed back?”

“No, the movers were already scheduled. Everything will be here by tonight, even my bed. I can’t stay at my old place anymore.”

“Damn it, Dad,” Jessie grumbled. “You could’ve done more to prepare.”

“Sorry about this,” Wesley apologized.

“Sorry about peeking on me in the shower or about moving in early?” Jessie asked.

“I wasn’t peeking. I just had to pee,” Wesley made an excuse.

“Right, there is a bathroom downstairs or you could even use the master bathroom. It was obvious this one was in use. Get out before I tell my dad what you’re up to.” Wesley was about to argue when Jessie snapped at him. “That means now!”

He sprinted from the room as fast as he could, shutting the door behind him. Obviously she knew he was peeking on her. She had even locked the door. He was lucky she was not going to tattle on him but he had definitely gotten their relationship off to a rocky start.

Wesley was just on his way back to his room, when he spied Jessie’s room out of the corner of his eye. A smirk spread across his face as another idea entered his mind. From the sound of it, Jessie was not going to be done with her shower any time soon. There was plenty of time for Wesley to explore parts of the house she might have a problem letting him into, namely her room.

There was no way to lock the room when no one was inside, leaving it easily accessible for Wesley. The room itself was unassuming. There were stuffed animals on the bed and a few posters on the walls but the most glaring of decorations was a bookshelf filled to the brim with plastic CD cases for video games. There was a TV stand on the opposite wall from the bed and a gaming console underneath it. “She’s such a nerd,” Wesley snickered to himself.

He was secretly liking the idea already. She was not what he imagined a popular girl would be. She was probably a tomboy who he could get along with easily. Maybe she was socially awkward and was not familiar with boys. Perhaps he could be her first foray into dealing with the opposite gender.

On that note, the first thing Wesley did was open the top drawer of her dresser. It housed exactly what he expected, socks and underwear. They were all rolled neatly but that did not stop him from removing a red pair and unraveling it. It was not exactly as he had expected. He himself only wore boxers and knew they were as big as shorts but had assumed a girl’s panties would use much less material.

To his surprise, they were wider than he thought. After all, they had to stretch over that shapely ass he just saw the outline of in the shower. He probably had been thinking she would wear a thong or something similar. His experience with girls was limited to what he could find on the internet so his unrealistic expectations were not surprising.

Wesley held the panties out in front of himself and tried to imagine what it would be like if Jessie were wearing them at that moment. He lowered them slowly, as if he were pulling them down her legs. Still hearing the sound of the water in the shower, the desire to march right back into the room and pull the curtain aside was quite tempting. How would a video game addicted antisocial girl react? She would probably be shocked any boy was interested in dull little her. She might let him do whatever he wanted.

When Jessie finally finished her shower, she got dressed in the clothes she had prepared previously, a pair of pajama shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt that no longer covered her entire midriff. She had not planned on Wesley arriving that day so she had only set out her lazy clothes for wearing alone at home.

After some thought, she decided it would be best to dress up a little more for the time being. She was almost certain her new brother had tried to peek on her in the shower. What would he do if he knew she had no underwear on beneath her shorts? Sighing, she went to her room and opened her top dresser drawer. She immediately noticed that one of her pairs of panties had been unraveled and re-rolled up, but not in the same way. She groaned out loud as she wondered why Wesley was such a stereotypical boy.

When her father had first said she would be getting a brother, she had voiced her concerns that he would be a little pervert. Her father claimed that as the son of the woman he was marrying, he would show some respect. So far, he had not. He was more than a little bold and he had not even moved his things into his room yet. Jessie realized in annoyance that she would be spending even less time outside of her room than before.

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Jacob arrived at the address listed on his phone early in the morning. He had ridden a bus from his collage campus all through the night and had slept rather poorly. He was eager to take a shower and rest. Unfortunately, there were some formalities that he had to deal with first.

This was the house his mother had moved into after getting remarried without so much as a word to him. She had not even invited him to her wedding. It was unlikely he would have been able to attend but the gesture would have been appreciated. Of course, it did not surprise Jacob at all. Since his parents’ divorce, his mother had shown little to no interest in him. It was agreed his younger brother would stay with her as he was nearly five years younger than Jacob and needed his mother more than Jacob did.

Jacob had lived with his drunk of a dad until he had been able to go off to collage. Now it was summer and he needed to come home until the fall semester but his dad had lost his house and moved to another state entirely. The only choice was to contact his mother. To his surprise, she had a new last name and a new house. He was lucky the man she married had been so understanding or he might not have been allowed to come here at all.

After ringing the doorbell, Jacob heard the thumping of stairs. A brother he hardly recognized opened the door, wearing typical summer shorts and a t-shirt.