(Step-sister Caught Being a Stripper)
I hid in the shadows, heart pounding as I watched my stepsister dance provocatively on the other side of the window. Lacy red fabric hugged her curves, barely concealing her ample assets as she gyrated to the music. Her movements were synchronized with the throbbing bass, every bounce of her hips driving my desire to new heights.
Suddenly, the front door opened, and cold fear gripped my spine. It was my stepfather; he had come home early from his trip. I pressed myself against the wall, hoping he wouldn't see me. But it was too late.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the house.
I couldn't respond; all I could do was watch as my stepsister froze, caught in the act of stealing from our grandmother's jewelry box.
