The Desire of My Fourth Stepsisters

Beneath The Table

​I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. Faint trails of warm steam followed my footsteps. Just as I set foot on the bedroom floor, my door suddenly swung open from the outside. My stepmother stood there, dressed in a sharp formal gown with a luxury handbag resting on her arm.

​"Oh, Bima. Glad to see you're awake," my stepmother greeted, eyeing me up and down with a warm, friendly smile.

​"Yeah, Mom. What's up?" I asked, wiping the leftover water from my neck.

​"Your two oldest stepsisters and I have to head out for a bit. Some business came up that we can't put off," she explained, adjusting her bag. "You stay here and hold down the fort with Linda and Maurel, okay?"

​"Sure, Mom. I'll keep an eye on the house," I replied politely.

​"Thanks, Bima. I'm heading out now," she said, turning around to leave and closing the door behind her.

​Not long after her footsteps faded away, my bathroom door opened. Linda walked out, her body wrapped in a skimpy, thin red nightgown. She let her wet hair hang loosely over her shoulders. She walked over to me as I stood by the bed, suddenly tipped up on her toes, and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on my right cheek.

​"Thanks for earlier. I was so fucking satisfied, Bima," Linda whispered, her eyes flashing mischievously.

​I smirked. "Anytime, Lin."

​"I'm gonna head to my room now," she said with a wink, turning around and walking out of my room with her hips swaying casually.

​Once Linda left, I opened the closet. I grabbed a plain black t-shirt and a pair of comfortable lounge shorts, then threw them on. Feeling a bit drowsy, I decided to head downstairs to the kitchen. I turned on the coffee machine, waited for my cup to fill up with the dark, rich liquid, and carried it over to the long dining table in the next room. I opened my laptop, set it on the table, and started focusing on some daily work reports.

​The quietness didn't last long. The soft sound of footsteps came from the stairs. I turned and saw Linda walking toward me. She had changed her clothes; now she was only wearing a super tight, low-cut white tank top that showed off a ridiculous amount of cleavage, paired with tiny booty shorts that barely covered her thighs.

​"Look at you, working so fucking hard," Linda said, pulling out the chair right next to me and sliding it so close that our bodies were practically glued together.

​"Yeah, just trying to finish up a few reports," I muttered, keeping my eyes locked on the screen.

​Linda didn't just sit there. She reached out with her soft hand, slowly stroking the back of my neck. Her slender fingers traced down my chest, slid down past my abs, and finally landed right on my right thigh.

​"Do you really want to keep working? Your dick is getting hard again," Linda whispered under her breath, her eyes darting down to my shorts.

​I stayed completely still in my seat, letting Linda's fingers feel up and gently squeeze the growing bulge beneath my shorts, which instantly triggered my lust all over again. But before Linda could take things any further, loud, clear footsteps echoed from upstairs.

​Linda quickly snatched her hand back. A moment later, Maurel, my other stepsister, walked into the kitchen area. Her hair was wrapped in a small towel, showing she had just showered, and her body was bundled up in a thick terrycloth bathrobe.

​"Oh, hey, you two are already down here," Maurel said cheerfully. She walked over to the kitchen island, brewed a hot cup of tea, and carried it over to the dining table. She pulled out the chair directly across from me and sat down.

​"Yeah, Rel. Just getting some work done," I replied, trying to act as normal as possible.

​Across the table, Maurel blew on her steaming tea. "Did Mom tell you they're gonna be out until this afternoon?"

​"Yeah, she stopped by my room right before she left," I said, typing a few letters on the keyboard.

​While I was focusing on answering Maurel's question, I felt a sudden movement under the dining table. I glanced down out of the corner of my eye. Linda had slipped off her chair, dropped to the floor, and crawled right under the table, completely hidden by the long tablecloth. Maurel had no fucking clue because her view was blocked by my body and my laptop.

​Down there, Linda’s hands moved fast. She unzipped my shorts and yanked out my fully erect cock. Without wasting a single second, Linda opened her mouth wide and took the head of my dick straight down her throat with a deep, powerful suck.

​"Nngghh..." A low groan accidentally slipped from my throat. The sudden, burning-hot wetness of Linda's mouth made every single nerve in my body lock up instantly.

​Maurel, who was holding her teacup, stopped dead in her tracks. She furrowed her brows, looking straight at my face with a confused stare.

​"Bima? You okay? Your face is turning completely red," Maurel asked, studying my expression as I struggled to hold back the intense pleasure under the table.

​I gripped the edge of the dining table so fucking hard to stop myself from moaning again, because Linda was down there bobbing her head back and forth, sucking my dick deeper and deeper in a filthy, wet rhythm.

​"Ah... I'm fine, Rel. It's just... my laptop is getting kind of hot on my lap," I stammered, my breath getting heavier by the second.

​Maurel tilted her head, looking at me with even more suspicion. "Are you sure you're okay? Your voice sounds a little fucking weird."