I came home to tell Daniel that maybe I was too hasty the other day, and that we should discuss what he needs for the business. I know he’s been working like crazy, first to pay Mom’s medical bills, which weren’t covered by the insurance, and then to put me through college. Also Clara’s rehab fees, and it helped put Karen through college too.

What I didn’t expect was to come home and find Karen fucking Daniel. After I jerked off, I went to my friend Bryan’s house, where I’ve been for the last three days. But Bryan’s gone on vacation today. He even begged me to join him. The temptation to go was so big. I’m in my final year of college and I thought that I would be relaxing and having a good time in Bali this summer. Not being summoned by Daniel to come home and then find him fucking Karen.

If it was another woman, it wouldn’t have bothered me. I can have any girl I want. They all come running; yet my mind’s stuck on Karen. She doesn’t even deserve it. One minute she’s all over me like a rash and then the next she’s with Daniel. Our stepfather. I wonder if that’s what she really came home for? To just fuck any guy that pays her attention.

Fuck knows.

The only thing that helps me when I’m in this mood is to work out. I came home today and luckily no one was around. So, I went down to the basement gym and decided that I would pump some iron. I’ll go for a jog in the morning. That’s pretty much my routine when it comes to working out. One day lifting weights and the next cardio. Then again, I’d rather be pumping Karen just like Daniel was doing the other night.

"Hey stranger," Karen purrs as she comes down the stairs. Fuck, so much for being alone. I can’t get my eyes off of her because she’s wearing hot pants that are really fucking tight around her ass and a sports bra.

Does she ever wear clothes? She should be wearing yoga pants and a shirt, not dressed as if she’s going to do a photoshoot for Playboy. Her boobs are struggling to stay in her sports bra. Why does she always wear tops that are too small for her?

Fuck, it must be to make sure that everyone notices that her breasts have increased by five sizes over the last year or so.

"So, you decided to come back?" she pouts as she comes in front of me. She’s taunting me with her body and those damn breasts!

What does she care, when she was only fucking Daniel the other night? I’m just about to say this when I realize that it’s none of my business. She’s not my girl. She’s only my stepsister, and—even worse—Daniel’s stepdaughter.

Why am I so fucking jealous?

She walks in front of me and bends down to pick up the weight. I’m shocked that she picks up a 20-pound weight with ease. Damn she’s strong! I’m tempted to find out how strong.

I can’t take this anymore. My cock is working overtime the same way it was the other day when I saw her in her bikini. She holds onto my arm and says, "Wait. Why won’t you talk to me? Did I do something wrong?"

Fucking Daniel for starters, but I’m keeping my lips firmly shut.

I don’t want her to know that it bothers me and I don’t even want her to know that I know the truth about them.

"I see that you’re happy to hand Daniel the money?" And your body. I skip that part. It suddenly dawns on me that she’s up to some game.

"The other day we were fine and now you’re acting like a jerk. The same way you used to when we lived in this house together. The things that you said to Daniel were out of line. Even you know that, right?"

"I don’t have to listen to this shit Karen. What, are you on a rebound or something?" She knows now that I caught them. Shit, I sound like a baby, throwing my toys. I watch as the recognition of it all dawns on her face.

"So… you know?" she asks.

"Yeah, but whatever. I guess it's your fucking business," I say.

Instead of saying another word, she carefully looks at me for a minute. It's as if she expected me to show more emotion, or say something else. But I honestly just don't even want to fucking talk about it. Then she moves closer to me, keeping her eyes on mine and I'm immediately taken back to our time in the pool.

"You work out a lot," she purrs as her fingers move from my arm to my chest.

"I play football. Of course I work out."

"Yes, but your abs are like a perfect six-pack… or is it an eight-pack?"

Why is she flirting with me now? I shake my head, "What about you and Daniel?"

"That’s none of your business."

I laugh, but there's also a serious undertone. "What if I want to make it my business?" I ask, holding her gaze.

She raises an eyebrow and asks, "Why are you so interested anyway?" I don’t answer and Karen takes a step towards me. "Do you want to fuck him or do you want to fuck me, brother?"

I don’t have an answer for her because I’ve been asking myself the same thing ever since that night.

Yeah, I’ve been thinking about Daniel, okay. But I didn’t put the word fuck into the equation until Karen mentioned it.

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