It was the night before the big test, and my stepsister was determined to study. But I had other plans. I watched her pace the room, biting her lip as she tried to concentrate on her books. She was wearing this tiny top that kept riding up, revealing a sliver of her lace bra. And those short shorts she loved to wear... well, they were leaving little to the imagination.
I decided to take matters into my own hands. I walked up behind her and planted a slow, sensual kiss on her neck. "Hmm, you smell really good," I whispered.
She gasped, dropping her books. "Max, stop it!" she cried. "I need to study."
But I wasn't about to let her go that easily. I reached around and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then I pushed her shorts down, and went straight to business.
