The Desire of My Fourth Stepsisters

Linda : In a Shower

The rhythmic clinking of spoons against porcelain plates echoed through the lavish dining room. I was sitting on one of the carved wooden chairs, slowly chewing on a piece of toast. Around the table, my four stepsisters were in their usual spots. Ever since my dad married their mother, a filthy rich widow, this mansion had become my new home. It felt completely foreign, but fucking exciting at the same time.

​"Bima, want some more coffee? Let me pour it for you," a soft voice came from my right.

​I turned around. My oldest stepsister flashed a sweet smile, holding a steaming coffee pot. Her thin satin shirt dipped slightly off her shoulder, showing off smooth skin that contrasted perfectly with the fabric.

​"Sure, sis. Thanks," I replied, sliding my cup over.

​"Don't be shy. If you need anything at all while staying here, just let us know," another stepsister chimed in from across the table. She rested her chin on her hand, looking at me with mischievous, twinkling eyes. As she adjusted the strap of her loose black tank top, her cleavage was completely exposed for a solid few seconds.

​"Yeah, Bima. Make yourself at home," the youngest added, spreading jam on her toast before slowly licking the cream off her fingertip with a provocative stroke of her tongue.

​"Sure. You guys are great," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and polite.

​But behind my well-mannered front, my mind was fucking filthy. My eyes checked out their bodies one by one, shifting from one sister to the next. The way they chewed their food, how their lips moved when they spoke, and their tight, skimpy loungewear—it was seriously testing my self-control. There was this deep, burning urge inside me to just fuck all of them, one after another.

​After taking my last bite, I wiped my lips with a napkin. "I’m heading up to my room first, everyone. Gonna get ready for a shower," I excused myself, standing up from the chair.

​"Oh, go ahead, Bima," they replied almost in unison, all wearing mysterious smiles.

​I walked quickly up the stairs to my room on the second floor. The moment I walked in, I locked the door behind me. The cool air of the room hit me. Without wasting any time, I ripped off my shirt and tossed it onto the bed. I walked over to the closet, grabbed a clean towel, and gripped it in my right hand. Just as I turned around and was about to strip out of my jeans, I heard the lock turn.

​Click.

​The door swung open. Linda, my third stepsister, was standing at the threshold. She was wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped tightly around her chest, leaving her wet, bare shoulders and smooth thighs completely exposed all the way up. Her long black hair was a bit messy.

​"Hey, Bima. Sorry for bursting in," Linda said casually, without a shred of awkwardness.

​"L-Linda? What's up?" I asked, stammering a bit, caught off guard by how exposed she was.

​"The hot water in my bathroom suddenly stopped working. Can I use yours? I'm fucking freezing," Linda said as she stepped inside, closing the door and locking it from the inside.

​"Oh, sure. Go ahead," I said, stepping aside.

​Linda didn't head straight to the bathroom. Her gaze dropped, staring at my bare chest, then shifted to the towel in my hand. She smirked and took a step closer, until the scent of her floral soap hit my nose.

​"You're about to shower too, aren't you?" Linda asked, locking her eyes onto mine.

​"Yeah, I was just about to take off my jeans," I answered honestly.

​Linda reached out with her soft hand, grabbing my wrist that was holding the towel. "Then why don't we just jump in together? It's quicker, and hey, we save water," she whispered in a husky, seductive voice.

​My heart hammered against my chest. That invitation was a bait I swallowed instantly. "Are you serious, Lin?"

​"Why would I joke about this? Come on," Linda pulled my hand, leading me into the black-marble bathroom.

​As soon as the bathroom door shut, Linda turned to face the large mirror. Without a single hint of hesitation or shame, she reached for the knot of the towel on her chest. With one slow tug, the white towel slid right down to the floor, pooling around her ankles.

​I caught my breath. Linda’s completely naked body was now fully on display right in front of me. She was fucking gorgeous, thick in all the right places. My eyes immediately locked onto the sharp curve of her hips, then slid down to her neatly trimmed pussy. My gaze then traveled up, staring at her firm breasts with pink nipples hardening from the room's temperature. The way her chest heaved seemed to dare me to touch and eat her out right then and there.

​Linda didn't seem to care at all. She stepped under the shower head and turned the knob. Warm water started pouring over her head, soaking her shoulders, running down between her breasts, and dripping down between her thighs. She wiped the water off her face with both hands, then glanced back at me, who was still standing frozen in the corner of the bathroom, fully clothed.

​"Don't just stand there staring. Come here, Bima," Linda called out. She reached out with a wet hand, grabbed my waist, and pulled me under the streaming water. "Take off your pants, they're gonna get soaked."

​"Let me do it myself, Lin," I said, trying to hold back even though my entire body was already rock hard.

​Linda didn't listen. Instead, she smirked, bent her knees, and knelt right in front of me. Her wet thighs rubbed together as she dropped down. Her soft hands reached for the button of my jeans, unbuttoning them deftly before sliding the zipper down. With one swift motion, she yanked my jeans and underwear down past my knees.

​The moment my underwear dropped, my fully erect cock popped right out. My dick stood straight up, throbbing gently, just inches away from Linda's face as she knelt there.

​Linda froze. Her breath hitched, blowing warm air against my lower skin. "Ahhh…," she gasped softly, her voice muffled by the sound of the running shower. She looked up slightly, her eyes widening as she stared at my massive, rock-hard cock. She swallowed hard, while her fingers slowly brushed against my inner thigh, staring intently at my dick that was practically staring back at her.