"Billie, what are you doing?" I was stuck, I couldn't move, I just sat there. "What does it look like?" She ran her hand up my thigh "Making the first move." She leans in slowly and kisses me on the lips. She is Italian in this story!!! AND GIP she has a dxck

beau·ti·ful /ˈbyo͞odəfəl/ adjective pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically.

my stepsister. She's everything I'm not-loud, reckless, untouchable. It wasn't supposed to be like this. But somehow, I can't look away. -------- "billie?" she said softly. i paused. "last night..." she started, then stopped, twisting the blanket in her hands. "was it-" "don't," i said quickly. my tone came out sharper than i meant. "just -- don't." she flinched. "i just wanted to know if it-" "meant something?" i finished, turning to face her. her eyes searched mine, desperate, hopeful. i hesitated. the truth sat heavy on my tongue. "it shouldn't have happened," i said finally. ---- •slow updates •intended lowercase • g!p • mature/ graphic scenes