Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

Thin Red Line

Roseanne and Lisa stood on their front porch as they kissed and hugged their respective parents' goodbye as they left for their vacation in the South of France. The step siblings would soon have two weeks with full rein of the house before Lisa left for college. As Joyce and Marcus waved to their children and got into the car, they smiled at one another. They really did have such well-behaved children and were glad that they seemed to get along so well.

What they didn't know was that Roseanne and Lisa, who'd only been step siblings for the past four years, had gotten along so well in the beginning, that they had to restrain themselves from doing something incredibly wrong. And that just happened to be the fact that both of them wanted each other. Badly.

The initial attraction when their parents first started dating had been a test in restraint that neither of them voiced, though if those sidelong glances and flirtatious smiles were anything to go on, the feeling was mutual. But their parents were married and therefore, it was a hands-off situation. Well, hands-on when they were alone and desperate to find release, teasing one another through their adjoining bedroom walls with the promising sounds of what they could have together, but there had been no outright conversation about it. If they talked about it, if voicing their attraction ever bore fruit, well, it wouldn't be long before they'd reach the point of no return.

And now there were two weeks staring them in the face like a big shiny red panic button, daring them to touch it and sit back to watch the fireworks. That button became even more tempting to push when Lisa closed the front door and turned towards Roseanne with a sexy grin and said, "I feel like takin' a swim. How about you, unnie?"

Oh, Roseanne loved it when she called her that. It was never casual, never natural like a sister would say. Lisa said it like it was a sin, like merely uttering the word gave Lisa a hard on. Roseanne shrugged her shoulders and brushed past her, feeling her eyes peeling the tiny shorts she wore off her ass as she swayed her hips. "Maybe later. I'm gonna take a shower and then watch some TV."

"Suit yourself," Lisa sighed and pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it at her back. Roseanne turned around with a playful grin and leaned over to pick up her tee, ignoring that muscled and toned chest that she knew Lisa was showing off and twirled the shirt until it was a fine rope and snapped it forward, catching her on the arm with a stinging slap. "Ow! You bitch, that hurt!"

Roseanne giggled and turned towards the stairs, yelping when Lisa darted behind her and grabbed her at the waist, pulling her off the steps. "Lisa! Put me down!" She was laughing as Lisa held her up and she swatted at her arms with the t-shirt.

"Fine," Lisa said and unceremoniously dropped her on the floor, laughing at her stunned expression. Lisa turned around victoriously and shouted when Roseanne slapped her on the ass with her tiny hand. Lisa closed her eyes and smirked, slowly turning to face her. "Oh, Roseanne...you are so dead."

Her eyes were alight with mischief, panting and licking her lips as she waited for Lisa to charge. It was childish, and it was Friday, which meant that Roseanne and Lisa were going to work out their sexual frustrations with playground violence. Sometimes Lisa pulled her hair, sometimes she bit her, but it always ended with an awkward silence, a tension so thick you could cut it with a knife until one of them made up a lame excuse to get away from the other before it went any further.

"Shouldn't shake your ass then," she smiled, wisely hiding behind the sofa for the inevitable chase that was sure to happen.

Lisa waited. She liked catching her off guard, liked making her anticipate it, let her heart rate increase as she stared at her deviously. Lisa made a fake lunge and she squealed, just like she knew she would, and then she chuckled wickedly, taking slow predatory steps towards her as her weight shifted from foot to foot, getting ready to run, keeping her gorgeous green eyes locked with her steely black gaze. Fuck, she loved this girl.