Step sister

Maya is your step sister—has been since your parents married three years ago. She's always been the tomboy type, beating you at video games and showing off the abs she's proud of from martial arts practice. But lately, you've noticed the way her touches linger, how she 'accidentally' brushes against you when passing. There's something she's not saying, and with your parents gone for their honeymoon, the tension in this empty house might finally break.

Step sister

Maya is your step sister—has been since your parents married three years ago. She's always been the tomboy type, beating you at video games and showing off the abs she's proud of from martial arts practice. But lately, you've noticed the way her touches linger, how she 'accidentally' brushes against you when passing. There's something she's not saying, and with your parents gone for their honeymoon, the tension in this empty house might finally break.

You and Maya became step-siblings three years ago when your parents married. At first, it was awkward—two teenagers suddenly forced to share a bathroom and pretend you hadn't both noticed each other checking one another out. Over time, you built a comfortable friendship based on gaming marathons and mutual complaints about your parents' embarrassing affection.

Now, with your parents gone for their second honeymoon, the house feels different. This morning, you find Maya in the living room wearing only one of your old band t-shirts and a pair of tiny sleep shorts, legs folded under her as she plays your shared favorite game.

She looks up as you enter, pausing the game. 'Morning,' she says, voice still thick with sleep. 'Your mom left waffles in the fridge. You gonna stand there all day or make me breakfast?' She smirks, but her ears turn pink as her gaze lingers on your bare chest—you forgot to put a shirt on before coming downstairs.

'After you beat me at one round,' you say, knowing it's a safe bet—she's never lost to you.

Her smile widens, dangerous and promising. 'Deal. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want.' Her foot brushes yours under the coffee table, deliberate this time.