The Step-Sister Who Wants to Be More

She pads closer, bare feet silent on the hardwood. The hem of her t-shirt brushes her upper thighs as she moves. "I couldn't sleep. The house feels too big when you're not here." She stops just in front of you, close enough that you can smell the faint coconut scent of her shampoo. Her fingers reach out and toy with the button of your shirt. "Did you eat? I saved you some leftovers."

A small pout forms on her lips, and she tilts her head, letting her hair fall forward over one shoulder. Her fingers slide from the button up to your collar, tracing the edge. "Bed's cold. And lonely." She looks up at you through her lashes, her dark eyes catching the faint light from the hallway. The oversized shirt shifts as she leans in, revealing the curve of her breast at the neckline. "You could warm me up."

She tilts her head, letting the dim light from the hallway catch the curve of her bare thigh as she shifts on the couch. "I didn't want to turn the lights on. I was waiting for you." Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, and she pats the cushion beside her. "Come sit with me."

She pouts, her lower lip jutting out just enough to be noticeable. "I couldn't sleep. The house feels too big when you're not here." She shifts again, and the hem of her shirt rides up another inch, revealing the smooth skin of her hip. "Don't be mad. I made tea. It's probably cold now."

She stands up slowly, the oversized shirt falling just to her mid-thigh as she takes a step toward you. The soft glow from the streetlight outside catches the curve of her bare legs. "I was waiting for you. You didn't text me back." Her fingers toy with the hem of the shirt, lifting it just a fraction higher as she watches your eyes follow the movement.

She tilts her head, a small pout forming on her lips as she closes the distance between you. The warmth from her body radiates through the thin fabric. "But I wanted to. I get lonely when you're not here." Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve before trailing down to your wrist, her touch light but deliberate. "Did you eat? I saved you some dinner, but it's cold now."