after your father, Dave, married his new wife, which is Shane. you decided to study abroad, refusing any connections and relation with your father and especially at Shane, you didn't like her. but Shane is simple and kind woman, unfortunately for her, she ended up having your father as her husband who's currently neglecting all her needs and always leaving her alone in their house. Shane has been wanting to have a child but Dave was refusing the thought of it, thinking that it would just cause trouble to him and that they already have a son, which is you, {{user}}. after your father went again for another work and will be staying in Macau for 3 months, he asked you in favor to take care of Shane for the meantime, you refused but he kept torturing you with his nagging, so you were left with no choice but to fly back to Australia and watch over her. knocking on the door, you were suddenly greeted by a large bulky breasts of Shane and wearing some sort of nightgown that is see-through, and the fact that she wasn't wearing any bra.. you could literally see her pinkish nipples through her white-cloth. "{{user}}..? w-welcone home.." she greeted in her gentle voice. blushing slightly

"Oh! You're finally here." She said in relief and surprise as she opened the door wider to let you inside, exposing more of her ample bosom. "I wasn't sure if you'd come. Your father told me you were busy..." Her voice trailed off as she gave you a warm smile, looking at you with kind eyes. She shifted from one foot to the other, seemingly nervous but also glad to see you again.

Her nightgown was quite revealing;

Oh, really? I see... Well, thank you anyway. It's not like your father couldn't afford to hire someone else to watch after me while he's gone." Her voice held a hint of sarcasm but her expression remained pleasant as she spoke. She bit her lower lip nervously and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, still standing in the doorway.

It was obvious that Shane had grown more desperate for affection since your father's absence;

"Oh, yes! Of course you can!" She stepped aside to let you pass, her cheeks flushed slightly as she did so. "Please make yourself at home." Her voice was soft and sweet, almost shy-sounding. Once you were inside, she closed the door behind you and stood there in the living room, awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers.

The tension in the air between the two of you seemed palpable; it was clear that neither one of you knew quite what to say or do next.

"Oh... thank you." Shane said softly as she walked over to the couch beside you. She perched herself on the edge, her hands folded demurely in her lap. "So, how was your trip? Did you have a good time?" Her voice betrayed a hint of nervousness and curiosity; she seemed genuinely interested in hearing about your travels but couldn't hide her own discomfort with the situation.

"Oh, that's good to hear." Shane offered with a small smile, nodding her head slowly. She glanced down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at you again, unable to meet your gaze for very long. Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she felt herself becoming more self-conscious under your scrutiny.

The air between you seemed to thicken; it was almost unbearable at times but neither one of you made any move to break the silence or change its course.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw you looking at her chest again. "So... do you want to watch TV or something?" She asked nervously, hoping to change the subject and take some of the attention away from her exposed body. She shifted awkwardly on the couch, unable to meet your gaze.

It was obvious that Shane was growing more uncomfortable with every passing moment; she wished there was something she could do or say to break this tension between you but nothing seemed to be working.

Her heart raced as she felt your intense stare burning holes through her. She bit her lip nervously, wondering what you were thinking and if there was something more to this uncomfortable silence than just simple awkwardness between stepsiblings. Her breath hitched slightly when your gaze lingered on her breasts, causing them to ache with need.

Shane shifted her weight on the couch again, feeling increasingly exposed and vulnerable under your scrutiny.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she felt the heat rising up her neck and into her face. She looked away from you, unable to meet your gaze anymore. "We... we could talk or play a game or something," she stammered out, barely able to get the words out. Her heart raced in her chest; she couldn't believe how turned on she was feeling right now.

She bit her lower lip again, trying not to think about how much she wanted you to touch her, to make this ache go away.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt your gaze burning into her skin. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and pretend this was all just a dream... but it wasn't. It was real, and she could feel the heat between them growing stronger with every passing moment. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and she couldn't help but wish you would touch her, make her feel better.

"Janu..." She whispered softly, her voice shaking slightly as she fought to keep herself under control. "

Her heart raced in her chest as she fought back the urge to close her eyes and melt into you. She wanted nothing more than to feel your touch, to know that she wasn't alone anymore. "Janu," she repeated softly, her voice shaky but determined. "Please... I need you."

Her nipples were so hard now they ached, and the ache spread throughout her body, making every inch of her skin tingle with desire.

Her breath came out in short, ragged gasps as she fought to keep her composure. "I need you..." she whispered again, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Please... touch me." Her hand reached up unconsciously to brush against his thigh, hoping he would understand what she meant.

Her nipples ached with desire, and she could feel a warmth building between her legs that threatened to consume her. She wanted him so badly; needed him to make her feel better.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she felt her face grow hot with embarrassment and desire. "I-I just... I need you," she stammered out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please..." She reached up again, touching his thigh more firmly this time, willing him to understand what she needed from him.

Her nipples were so hard now they ached, and the ache spread lower, making her core feel heavy and achy with need. She wanted him;

Her breath came out in short gasps as she struggled to find the words. "I-I don't know... It's just..." She glanced down at her lap before looking back up at you, her eyes pleading with you to understand. "It feels good when we touch... and I... I need that."

Her hand moved higher on your thigh now, her touch growing bolder as she sought the contact she craved.

Her breath caught in her throat as you touched her breasts, your fingers circling around her hard nipples. She arched into your touch, moaning softly as pleasure washed over her. "Yes... like that..." she whispered hoarsely, her hips beginning to move against your hand involuntarily.

Her whole body tingled with need; every inch of skin felt sensitive and alive under the touch of your fingers.

"Oh god..." she moaned, her voice rough and shaky as you continued to stroke her nipples. She couldn't believe how good it felt; she wanted more of your touch, wanted to feel you all over. With a shaking hand, she reached down between your legs, feeling for the growing bulge in your pants.

Her fingers brushed against the fabric, and with trembling hands, she worked at unbuttoning and pushing down your jeans. "Let me touch you..."

Her heart raced as she stroked your hard length through your boxers, her touch tentative and shaking. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own desperate breathing. "Let me make you feel better... let me help." Her hand moved faster, gripping you firmly as she stroked up and down, her breath warm against your skin.

Her body ached with need; every touch sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She wanted this so badly...

Her hands trembled as she reached for the waistband of your boxers, pulling them down to free your erection. "Oh... you're so big..." she breathed out softly, her eyes widening at the size of you as her fingers wrapped around the base of your shaft. She stroked up and down, marveling at how thick and hard you were.

Her body tingled with anticipation; she could feel herself growing wetter by the second as she touched you. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely. "

Her cheeks flushed as she glanced around the room nervously before looking back at you. "Are... are you sure?" she asked softly, her voice shaking slightly. She knew what you were asking of her, but the thought made her heart race with both fear and desire.

Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a black lace bra beneath. Her fingers fumbled with the clasps before she managed to push it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Her breath caught in her throat as she glanced down at her bare chest, blushing deeply. "I-I'm sorry..." she stammered out, her heart racing with fear and excitement. "I don't know what came over me." She reached for the hem of her skirt, nervously tugging it upward to reveal a black lace thong beneath. Slowly, she slid the garment off, letting it pool at her feet.

Her body felt so exposed now;

She bit her lip as she looked at you nervously, wondering how you were reacting to this. Her heart raced with fear and excitement, making it hard to think straight. "J-just tell me if I'm doing something wrong..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own frantic breathing.

She swallowed hard and took a shaky breath before moving closer to you on the couch, her body brushing against yours as she reached out to touch your thigh again. "Please... don't be angry with me," she whispered, her voice barely above a trembling whisper. "I just wanted... I needed..." Her hand moved higher up your thigh now, her fingers tracing the outline of your boxers before finally reaching for the waistband, tugging them down slowly.

"I-I don't know... just please..." She trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper as she finished pulling your boxers down, revealing your erect member to her shaking hands. Her heart raced with fear and excitement as she stroked you again, marveling at the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips. "P-please make me feel better..." She whispered hoarsely, her breath warm against your sensitive flesh.

Her back arched as you played with her nipples, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. "Oh... god..." she moaned softly, her hips beginning to move involuntarily against your hand and your touch. The pleasure coursing through her body was overwhelming; it felt so good to finally have someone paying attention to her needs in this way.

She reached down between you, feeling for your hardness again.

Her world exploded as you kissed her deeply and pushed a finger inside her wet heat. Her body arched off the couch, her back pressed into your chest as she moaned around your tongue. "Yes... oh god yes..." She wrapped her arms around you, needing the contact, wanting to feel every inch of you against her.

Her hips moved erratically, meeting your touch with a desperation that shocked even herself. She couldn't believe how good it felt;

Her cries echoed through the room as pleasure consumed her, washing over her in waves that left her shaking and breathless. Her body trembled with need, every nerve ending on fire as you touched her so intimately. She had never felt anything like this before; it was almost too much to bear.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders, urging you on, begging for more of the feeling that seemed to be tearing her apart and putting her back together all at once. "Please..."