TW; Consist of Step sibling sex if you're uncomfortable kindly skip...
Jennie G!p
"Thanks again, Jennie. I'm really sorry to make you do this. I just couldn't stay there another minute with that lying bastard."
"No problem! What else are Sisters for?"
Lisa looked down at her boots. She gave the slushy curb a weak kick as she leaned against the car door. Despite being bundled up in a heavy red parka and keeping her Dark hair tucked under a wool cap, she was only wearing a tight fitting set of black leggings over her legs. Jennie had felt bad for how cold she must be, and on the drive back to her apartment She had cranked the heat. But now, on the street, She couldn't help but notice how they accentuated the graceful slope of her legs. Jennie shook the thought from her head as She popped open the back of the car.
"I'm just glad I saw your call."
"I know, and don't get me wrong, I appreciate it," Lisa said. "But it's so late, and it's been snowing, and I'm sure you'd rather be doing other things with your Friday night. It's gotta be a hassle for you, coming to your sister's 'rescue'. I mean-"
Holding up a hand, Jennie said, "Hey, I said don't worry about it. Jungkook's an asshole and you're my sister. I'm gonna take care of you. You can stay as long as you want."
Jennie shot her a quick grin over the box of Lisa's belongings, as Jennie slid it out of the car, careful not to drop it in the snow. Jennie's breath fogged in front of her, but She still caught the tail of Her Step Sister's own small smile as she shut the trunk.
Jennie thought of herself as fairly fit, and the cardboard box wasn't particularly heavy, but it was awkwardly big and She still found herself struggling. If She had to guess, Jennie would have said it probably held some clothes and maybe a few smaller things. It reminded her of the box Lisa had brought with her when their parents had decided to move in together. At the time, Jennie had been a Brat kid and hated the idea of sharing the house, but now that they were in college, Jennie kind of missed those days. Jennie hiked the box up with her knee for a better grip as they approached the steps of the apartment building. Trying to balance the box with an elbow, She reached for her keys. Damn, it was big.
"So this is where you've been hiding," Lisa smirked, eyeing the frosted brickwork and dim light of curtained windows.
"Yeah, this is the place. It isn't much, but it's privacy." Jennie chuckled in between small frustrated noises. Trying to get out her keys while not dumping her step-sister's belongings in the snow was proving to be a tricky proposition. Jennie gave a weak grunt as She shifted the box again.
"Come on, stop messing around. I'm freezing out here," Lisa said, shrinking into her parka's hood.
"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'! Can't get my key."
Jennie felt a hand brush against her, then the feeling of fingers fishing into her pocket.
"Lisa! What the hell?"
"What? You've got your hands full, and I'm freezing."
Her fingernails pressed against the thin liner of Jennie's pant's pocket. Lisa's hands had been in her parka the whole ride over and they were still warm as they hunted for the keys. The feeling sent an electric jolt coursing through Jennie's thighs and up into her groin.
"Damn, where are they?" Lisa muttered.
Licking her lips, Lisa leaned down as she probed deeper, and Jennie coughed as the friction in her pants made 'her' dick twitch. Jennie closed her eyes and tried to think of literally anything else. In her mind, She imagined a scoreboard in a highschool gym. Why did that leap to mind?
