Change of Plans Pt. 01

A re-upload of my first story, 'According to Plan.' It was sent back a couple I realised I'd included some stuff that violated the guidelines, which is now all gone. Bit of an expository slog in the beginning, but hope the payoff is worth it. I plan on this being around 7 parts, and from part 2 it will all go a bit faster now that I've got the set up out of the way.

Thank you for all the nice comments on my previous story. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

As I stood outside my parents' house, waiting after I rang the doorbell, I smiled to myself as I thought about my plan for the Summer. It was the last day of exam period at university, and it had been a long few months -- I was entirely ready to waste away in my room, become nocturnal, and play video games with my friends every waking hour.

But then the door opened. "Hey, Luke." Charley said.

Hang on. Charley? When my stepmum had told me there would be a surprise waiting for me when I got home from my final exam today, I was expecting something like her neighborhood-renowned kimchi stew, although I had secretly hoped that she and my dad had caved and bought me the 4k monitor I'd been begging them for for months. What I hadn't expected was that my stepsister would be back from Stanford.

It made sense, of course -- I knew that she had been in her last year, so she would have graduated recently. But with how much she seemed to prefer it over there, and the fact that she was a US citizen anyway, I had kind of expected her to just... stay. I'm assuming that she preferred it anyway, because it's not like she had ever said it outright. Or said anything much at all.

That was how it had been ever since she left -- I would only see her during the yearly two-week long trip back to London, we'd have a few conversations consisting entirely of small talk and her amazing life in San Francisco, and then back she'd go - with birthday messages being pretty much our only other form of contact throughout the year.

But whatever. She was probably just here for a week or two before she started some ridiculously high paid job in New York or LA. Nothing to worry about.

"Oh. You're back," I replied.

"I'm back," she agreed.

"I guess you're the surprise mum told me about."

She smiled. "Lucky you."

She looked just like she had when I'd seen her last year, when she'd come for summer break. The only difference in her appearance was her hair: she'd dyed it light blonde, and unfortunately it looked really, really good on her.

"I was kind of hoping for a gaming monitor," I said.

She frowned. "And don't you see that I'm so much better?"

"Hmm. You have a 144 hertz refresh rate?" I brushed past her to make my way up to my room. After a grueling two-hour exam on constitutional law, I was ready to kick back and play Elden Ring for the rest of the day.

"Hey, wait!" she called up as I trudged up the stairs. "I just got back earlier today, and was hoping you could help me unpack... Mum and Dad are still at work."

I stopped in my tracks. "Unpack?" She never normally unpacked, it wasn't worth the effort. My heart started beating faster. "You're... you're not flying back soon?"

"I'm not flying back, period," she replied. "Well, maybe to visit. But I'm staying in London -- I'm starting at JP Morgan in September. You didn't know?"

I don't know how she thought I would have stumbled upon this information, given that the only message she'd sent me in the last few months was a gif of a cat jumping out of a birthday cake. "No... I didn't." I swallowed. This was not good news.

"Huh, two surprises in one." She skipped up the stairs after me, and grinned. "You really are lucky."

'Lucky' wasn't the word I'd use to describe how I was feeling at that moment. But I closed my eyes and tried to block it out. Get over yourself, man -- you're not a child, and she's family. "Fine. Let's unpack."

"Yay. Fun. I already started, so it shouldn't take too long."

I followed her upstairs to her bedroom, the one right next to mine. Inside, it was about as messy as I'd ever seen it. Translated roughly, that meant that it was just slightly below the level of cleanliness of a surgical suite that had just been sterilized and rigorously deep cleaned. Her suitcase was neatly placed on the floor, her clothes were all folded, and the various books, photos and other small items she'd brought with her were all lined up on her bed.

"Um... what exactly do you need me for?" I asked.

"Just put some of my clothes in the drawers. I'm meeting some friends in Camden soon, so I don't have too long."

So, she'd already made plans, probably not long after touching down from an eleven-hour flight. Still a social butterfly -- she really hadn't changed at all.

I made a start on her clothes, while she put all her books and stuff back on shelves and her desk.

"So," I began. "What made you want to come back?"

She stopped and leaned close, draping her arm around me. "I just knew you were struggling over here, missing me so much."

I rolled my eyes. "Nice. So really, why?"

She shrugged with her free shoulder. "It's pretty simple. I had the option of a couple places in the US, and a couple places here. JP Morgan offered me the best opportunity, so I took it."

"But you seemed to really like it there," I replied.

"Yeah, I did. But it's not like I don't love London as well. It was really just a question of getting the best job and sticking to the plan."

Right. The 'Plan.' That's what it always came back to.

"What's with the interrogation?" She let go of me and shot me a suspicious look. "You didn't want me to stay there, did you?"

"Well... I do like having my own bathroom."

She lightly punched my arm. "I've had to use communal showers with twenty other girls for the past four years, and you're here complaining about two people to a bathroom."

"Do they leave wet strands of hair all over the place as well?" While Charley treated her room and belongings like a temple, she was far less considerate when it came to communal spaces. Specifically, ones shared with me.

"More than you know, little brother." She shook her head, and her golden hair gleamed in the sunlight coming through her window. It was really annoying how well the color suited her. It's not like she'd ever needed to look any better. "More than you know."

If it wasn't already clear, Charley was beautiful. Like, ridiculously beautiful. And this wasn't a recent development -- while I had lived my teen years kind of pudgy and with bad acne, only becoming somewhat presentable around eighteen or nineteen, Charley had been the most perfect-looking girl I had ever seen right from the moment we met -- when I was eight and she was eleven, and our parents told us we were going to be siblings. And I clearly wasn't the only one who thought this, because as soon as the boys started getting over their fear of girl cooties, she knew it too.

As such, Charley had grown up to be one of the most self-assured people I had ever met. The straight A*s didn't do much to bring her down, either.

"Don't worry," she continued. "I'm not gonna be intruding on your bathroom for too long. I'm moving into an apartment I have lined up at the beginning of August."

Huh. I put down the t-shirt I had just been folding. "So, in a month you're out of here? What exactly am I laboring away for then?"

"A month is a long time! And I've missed living here, I wanted to move back in properly. It could be like the old days!"

I was less enthusiastic about things being like 'the old days.' But this news still meant that things weren't as bad as they had first seemed.

"Anyway, I think that's enough unpacking for now. I should get ready to go." She sighed and got up. "Mum said she's cooking, so I'm not gonna be out too late."

"Okay. See you later."

So, maybe I really was going to get kimchi stew. Silver linings, I guess.

At this point, you may be wondering why I was so worried about her being here. She was nice, funny, and while we weren't inseparable, we got on about as well as two stepsiblings in their early twenties possibly can.

We liked each other. It's just that I didn't like her in the same way that she liked me. In other words, she saw me as her little brother. Whereas I'd been crushing on her since I was eight years old.

So yeah, there it is.

Now, I realized pretty early on that liking your sibling in that way, biological or not, is not exactly ideal. Even if I did have the self-confidence to tell a girl I liked her, and even if Charley wasn't as far out of my league as she was, this was never, ever going to be something that I could pursue. But I was so far gone that it didn't matter. I tried to hang out with her whenever I could, and she was nice enough not to be like most of my friends' older siblings, who wanted nothing to do with them. When we were younger, we were actually really close.

Like I mentioned, I wasn't the best-looking guy growing up, but it wasn't like I had no attention from girls whatsoever. Unfortunately, I was genuinely so infatuated with Charley that I either didn't notice it, or didn't care.

It was only later, as I became older, that I fully felt the shame of it. And so, I resolved to do my best to distance myself from her as much as possible, to try and move on. We ended up growing apart a bit as a result over the rest of our time at school, and when she was finally off to Stanford, we were nowhere near as close as we had been when we were younger. I did miss it, of course -- but I knew it was for the best. And I was hopeful that once she had moved to the other side of the world, I could finally get her out of my head, at least in that way.

And I was right -- a few months after she left, I could my crush began to subside, and I felt like I could move on. Now, I didn't suddenly become a player or anything -- I was still an introvert, and one who spent a bit too much time playing video games at that. But I could actually start to go after other girls I liked, and by the time I started university as well, I was going on dates here and there, and drunkenly getting with girls in clubs like everyone else.

I'd never gone all the way with anyone though. Maybe you could attribute that to me not being over her, but in my humble opinion, I'd honestly disagree. I'd actually come close a number of times and it just hadn't ended up happening.

Every time she would fly over to visit during the holiday, I would feel stirrings of my old feelings coming back up. But before it could actually become a problem, she would always be gone. And with it seeming more and more likely that she was going to stay in America after graduating, I had thought I could go on with my life, maybe see her at a family reunion or cousin's wedding every once in a while, but generally just not have to think about her.

But here she was. Back home, and not going anywhere. And that's why, despite how amazing she was (or maybe, as a result of how amazing she was), it was not at all good news that she was back.

Okay, Luke. You just have to make it through a month of living in the same house, easy.

And then there will be years of living in the same city, seeing her whenever she feels like dropping by the house, and then even when you start living alone, every time Mum and Dad invite you over, she'll probably be there too.

Fuck.

*****

I spent the rest of the afternoon getting embarrassed by Promised Consort Radahn, desperately trying to force my mind off of the precarious situation I had found myself in. And it worked pretty well -- by seven o'clock I was so engrossed that I hadn't heard the front door open.

What I did hear however, was my stepmum's voice shouting up from the kitchen and cutting through the boss music like a sword.

"LUKE!!!"

I sighed and turned off my PlayStation. Asking for 'five more minutes' didn't usually go down well with her.

I came downstairs to find the whole happy family already making a start on dinner -- my dad, stepmum and of course, Charley. I took my usual seat next to her, and she beamed at me. I flashed her a weak smile in response and set my attention on the large pot in the middle of the table, full of pork belly, tofu and kimchi -- still steaming, with the spicy, salty and sour smells filling the air in the kitchen. I sighed happily, and with everyone else already set, I began to serve myself.

My dad spoke up first. "So, Luke. How was the exam?" Not wasting any time, as usual.

"Pretty good," I replied.

"Pretty good? What went wrong?"

My father, ladies and gentlemen. Thirty years living in the UK and previously being married to an English woman had mellowed him out a little, but my dad was still pretty much the stereotypical Chinese immigrant parent to a tee -- overbearing and obsessed with success, topped off with a splash of emotional detachment.

I sighed. "My mistake, Dad. What I meant to say was that it was the greatest performance in an examination of my life. I think a Nobel prize is in the cards."

"Well, some sort of prize would be nice for once," he harumphed, clearly not a fan of my sarcasm.

"Hey," Mum chided. "He's doing just fine."

In the same way that Charley really did feel like my actual sister, my stepmum felt like my actual mum as well, which I guess is a little strange since my real mum was still around (with the word 'around' being applied very loosely).

But despite also being Asian (Korean, not Chinese though) my stepmum was kind of the counter to my dad's disciplinarian parenting, being a second-generation immigrant born and raised in America.

Charley's relationship with my dad also led the way for this, because her father passed away when she was very young. As such, she pretty much considered my dad hers too, which had been readily reciprocated given how she was pretty much my dad's dream child. But regardless, their closeness had bled over into my own relationship with my stepmum.

"Right," Charley added. "I know a couple of people from school who did law in the UK, and Luke is way smarter than any of them."

While my mixed British and Chinese heritage had left me looking pretty dissimilar from both my parents, my stepmum and Charley essentially looked like the same person, thirty years apart. They also both still had an American accent from before they moved to London, though Charley's was noticeably stronger because of her recent four years at Stanford.

"How about we leave the academics talks for now?" Mum asked. "It's been a while since we've all been together. We should just appreciate that."

Dad nodded. "On that, we can agree."

"Speaking of," Charley continued. "How would everyone feel about going away for a bit, as a family? I know we probably won't be able to get anything this Summer on short notice, and I probably shouldn't take days off so soon into starting at my new job, but how about later on in the year? Say... Octoberish? Southern Hemisphere?"

My dad glanced over at my stepmum, and she coughed. "We'd both love to, dear," she said. "But Luke's going to be away around then."

I paused as I remembered. There actually was somewhat of a get out of jail free card to all this. "Yeah, I'm starting a year abroad in October. In Tokyo. I'll be there until next Summer."

"You're kidding me!" Charley pouted. "I was so hoping we could hang out more now that I'm back."

"It's a real tragedy," I sighed.

"Asshole."

"Language," Dad said absentmindedly.

"Luckily, hanging out with my ungrateful little brother isn't in my plan, otherwise I don't think I could let you go."

"You have serious issues," I said, shaking my head.

Charley snorted. "Says the grown adult with carpal tunnel from playing too much Minecraft."

"Hey, that was like six years ago! And I don't play Minecraft anymore."

"Oh, only sophisticated video games for you now, is it?"

"Quit bickering, you two!" Mum exclaimed. "God, our first time together as a family in months and this is how you want to spend it?" I shrugged and made a show of glaring at Charley, who sat on the other side of the table sniggering.

"Finish your food," Dad grumbled. "You can squabble like children on your own time."

*****

By the way, I should probably explain this 'plan' of Charley's that keeps coming up.

When she was thirteen, a year into secondary school, Charley came down to dinner one night and made a big announcement: she had planned out the next forty years of her life. My stepmum looked slightly bemused. Dad cracked a proud smile. Ten-year-old me was probably just staring at Charley's face and drooling or something, not paying attention to what she was actually saying.

But over the next few years, I got the gist. Most of it was to do with academics -- secure the best GCSE and A level results possible, make head girl at school and do enough with her extracurriculars and volunteer charity work to make her college essay so good that she was pretty much guaranteed a place a Stanford, her dream school because at the time she still missed San Francisco, the city she'd grown up in before her mum moved to London for work.

From there, it would just be more of the same, but with the addition of networking and securing internships, in order to secure the highest paying job possible straight out of university, whether that be in the US or UK. Hence JP Morgan.

And then, at forty when she had saved enough money, she would ditch the corporate life and start working for a charity that specialized in pancreatic cancer, as well as donating as much money as she could while still keeping enough to live comfortably on the minimum wage salary she'd most likely be making as a charity worker.

All this was because her real father had died of pancreatic cancer when she was three. I don't think she remembered him very well, but the situation had still been pretty harrowing for her and her mum growing up, so she had resolved to do her best to try and stop the same thing happening to as many people as she could.

So yeah, on top of being hot and smart, she was also a good person. Man, she was really annoying.

Anyway, long story short, Charley had pretty much planned out the rest of her life, to the hour. There was other stuff that wasn't just work related, of course -- some of it to do with meeting her future husband, but I tended tune that stuff out automatically whenever she spoke about it.

If it was anyone else, you would either just view it as childhood naïveté, or possibly book her an appointment with a psychologist to discuss the possibility of obsessive-compulsive personality disorder. But the thing is, she just made it work. Year by year, she achieved every single thing she needed to in her plan. And now, ten years deep, she was exactly where she had seen herself at this stage of her life.

Anyway, naturally it was on my mind again later that night, as I brushed my teeth and stared into space. I was only snapped out of my trance by a slap on my back.

"Now this is nostalgic," Charley said. She gently barged me over to make space for her to use the sink as well.

I sighed. "And so, it starts."

"Uh huh. Get used to it." She squirted some toothpaste out on her brush and went to work. She was wearing bright blue pajamas that I remembered she'd had since she was in school, and she'd taken her makeup off, but she still looked amazing.

I shot her a look of disdain, and she grinned back at me as she brushed, foamy toothpaste all over her teeth and gums.

"Just no sense of decorum, whatsoever." I grumbled.

She giggled as she spat out the toothpaste. "No sense of decorum," she replied, mocking my English accent. "Man, I've missed you so much."

I did my best to ignore the small endorphin boost that statement gave me and quickly washed my face. "Whatever. Goodnight."

I hurried back to my room and booted my Playstation back up, yet again eager to think about anything else other than my stepsister.

Dodge roll.

Shit, this move is tough to learn.

Charley's in the next room.

Waterfowl now, really?

Charley's here.

Charley.

I hate my life.

*****

Despite everything, after a good night's sleep I was feeling way better about the whole Charley situation than I had been when it was first dropped on me. Realistically, there wasn't going to be a problem -- I was twenty now, not the hormonal, love-struck teenager I'd been during puberty.

Regardless, this whole living situation was really not that bad -- we'd be in the same house, yes, but it's not like we were going to school together anymore. And given that Charley was as social she was, and that I was planning to spend as little time not on my PlayStation as possible this summer, we would probably barely see each other. That's how it usually was whenever she'd fly back, anyway.

We got on well, but we were pretty far from inseparable; while I had known that I would benefit from our lack of contact while she was at uni, it wasn't like she'd been messaging me every day and I would just ignore her. It had been a kind of mutual dwindling of contact, like every family goes through as they get older. I didn't see why things would be any different now.

And luckily, the next few days were pretty much as good as I could have hoped. We'd run into each other every now and again, in the kitchen, or sometimes in our shared bathroom just before bed, but she was so busy reconnecting with all of her English friends that she was barely at home. Of course, every now and again there'd be something distracting -- a glimpse of her slipping into her room half naked after a shower, or seeing her sitting out on the small balcony connected to both of our bedrooms in the morning, the sunrise gleaming in her hair. But for the most part, it was smooth sailing.

With my luck though, I probably should have guessed that it was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down.

*****

It happened out of nowhere, on a day like any other. I hopped on PlayStation with some of my uni friends for a bit in the morning, then when a couple of them left for lunch, I went down to check the fridge like usual. I was pleasantly surprised to see my stepmum fussing around in the kitchen, clearing in the middle of cooking something.

"Morning, Luke," she said.

I checked my watch. "It's one-thirty in the afternoon."

"I was making a joke about your god-awful sleep schedule."

"Har har," I replied. "I'll have you know I woke up super early today. Like, ten-fifteen."

"Impressive," she chuckled.

"Watcha making?" I asked.

"Lasagna. Thought I'd change it up a bit. Actually, could you go and get Charley, please? It's nearly ready."

I frowned. "Then sun is up, and she's at home? She must have pneumonia or something, no way she'd miss brunch with friend number five thousand and seven for nothing."

"Very funny, Luke." She smiled. "Your sister's social skills might be something you could aspire to. It's healthy."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll get her."

I trudged up the stairs, grumbling about how little my family thought of me. It really seemed as though they genuinely thought I never went out and had no friends. I didn't understand how it was so hard to understand that it was the holiday. I'd spent the whole semester hurrying around campus and being dragged to shitty, cramped London clubs and overpriced pubs.

I just wanted to sit around and do nothing for a few months. And it wasn't like I just had no human contact -- I was talking with my friends, just on the game instead of in person. Was it too much to ask that I do that without being judged?

I was still complaining about it in my head as I got to Charley's room and barged in. "Lunch is -- Oh, fuck."

The curtains were closed, and the room was really dim, but the scene in front of me was as clear as day. Charley lay slumped against the headrest of her bed with her eyes closed, wearing nothing but a pink crop top she must have had since secondary school. But that wasn't it. My eyes traced her arm all the way down to where her hand rested, right between her legs, cupped over her pink, glistening pussy. Face flushed, she moaned quietly as she used three fingers to slowly rub her clit.

After all my progress, I'd just walked in on her half naked. Half naked and touching herself.

I was only standing there for a split second in the doorway, but it felt like a year. Long enough to burn the image into mind, probably forever.

But suddenly, whether it was her finally registering the sound of the door opening, or whether she had just sensed that someone was watching her, her eyes fluttered open, then stretched wide as she saw me standing there. "What the fu -"

I didn't let her finish. "Shit! I'm sorry." Quick as a flash I grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut.

I stood outside the door with my eyes shut tight for a good while, trying desperately to process what had just happened. When that failed, I slowly went back downstairs, unable to think. I got back to the kitchen, and Mum looked pointedly at the door.

"What was all that racket? Where is she?"

"Oh. Um..." I had honestly forgotten what I'd gone up to do in the first place. "She's coming. I think."

Mum frowned, I think suspecting that my mind was elsewhere, but she didn't comment on it. "Well, she better be quick. It'll get cold."

I sat down quickly and took a deep breath, trying to stop my heart from pounding. But it didn't work -- the image of Charley masturbating was all I could see. It didn't help hearing her footsteps as she came downstairs a minute or two later.

She slunk into the kitchen quiet as a mouse, the slightest hint of red still in her cheeks, clearly avoiding looking in my direction. "Sorry," she muttered as she slid into her seat. "Just had to finish up on some work."

Mum brought over the lasagna and sat it down in the middle of the table. "I'm having some people over this Friday, including Uncle Min-ho." She turned to Charley, sitting beside her. "I expect you to be there."

"Sure, Mum."

I expected her to say the same to me, but they both began to serve themselves and eat in silence. Apparently, it was just a given that I wouldn't have plans, which while true, was still a bit offensive.

"I'm free as well so I'll be there, no problem," I said loudly, as I spooned a small helping onto my plate.

Mum looked up at me, smiling. "Oh. Sorry Luke, I just assumed --"

"Yeah, I know what you assumed," I grumbled.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Charley was smirking as well, though she still wasn't looking at me.

"So, do you think you can find the time in your busy schedule to grace us with your presence?" Mum said, finally cracking up.

"I don't have to take this abuse," I declared, wolfing down the rest of my food and taking my plate over to the dishwasher. Truthfully, in that moment I didn't really care about being made fun of. I was just extremely eager to be in a different room to the one Charley was in.

When I got back upstairs, I didn't even grab my controller like usual. I just jumped into bed, buried my head in my pillow, and used every ounce of willpower to drive the image of what I'd seen from my mind, while trying to ignore how my trousers were starting to get uncomfortably tight.

When that failed, I hurried to the bathroom and splashed cold water in my face. I sighed as I looked up into the mirror, watching the droplets run down my cheeks. Naturally, my brain and hormones were so fucked that none of it worked. You fucking perv. I pulled my pants down and looked down with disdain at my boner as it sprung free. You prick. Literally. Why are you doing this to me?

Of course, I could have just locked the door, grabbed some lotion and quickly dealt with it. But I couldn't let myself do that. Not again. Not when it would be so obvious what I was going to be thinking about. Not when I would have to look her in the eye afterwards and try to pretend nothing had happened. I would just have to grin and bear it.

But hours later, after I'd spent the rest of the afternoon playing Warzone with a couple of people from my Criminal Law class, and in the evening gone downstairs for dinner, spotted Charley and Mum watching TV and quickly scampered over to grab some leftover Lasagna and brought it back upstairs to my room, I sat in bed with the lights off and still couldn't get it out of my mind.

I'd pretty much been at half-mast since lunch -- but now, sitting here in the dark with my loose pajama bottoms, I was back to being fully hard. This wasn't going to go away anytime soon. And I knew what I had to do.

Fuck, I just wanted to be done with this. This was why I'd begun to avoid her in the first place. As we'd gotten older, it had been almost painful being around her with how much I was into her, not being able to do anything.

The thing is, I was just so horny that I wanted to, fuck the consequences. Despite the fact that I knew I would sorely regret it afterwards. I briefly considered grabbing my phone and firing up incognito mode to look for some actual porn to watch, but I knew there was no point.

No, if I was going to get off tonight, it was going to be to my stepsister. Besides, I didn't really think porn would do it for me right now. I didn't want some stupid scenario where the girl gets stuck in a washing machine, no nasal 'What are you doing, stepbro?.'

I just wanted to think about her, trying to imagine what it would be like if it was real. And so, I squirted some lotion on my hand and slowly started to lather it on my rock-hard dick, beginning to stroke it slowly. And then I closed my eyes.

I saw her in bed touching herself, like what had actually happened. But when her eyes opened, she didn't look shocked, or embarrassed like she had in reality. She just smiled. And I walked over to her like it was nothing, the most natural thing in the world, and took her face in my hands and kissed her. It started off sweet, gentle, but it wasn't long before it became more passionate and aggressive, as I accepted her tongue into my mouth.

It was time to move this forward, and I ran my fingers down her arm all the way to her fingers, which were still rubbing her clit in earnest. I eased her hand away and used two of my own fingers to slide into her, pushing in and out of her soaking wetness. She moaned into my mouth and began to writhe a bit as I picked up the pace.

I felt a hand on my cock, maybe Charley looking to return the favor, but I was already completely hard. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her snatch, and they glistened despite the dim light, while wet strands from her juices clung to my fingers desperately. I broke off the kiss, and she watched and smirked as I stuck my fingers in my mouth, tasting her. But the smirk didn't last long -- she looked down at my wood, and took it gently in one hand, while shuffling forwards, adjusting her position.

I stared down as I watched it unfold, and she gently rubbed the head of my cock between her lips, her juices covering it completely. She shivered, and I almost came right there -- but I managed to stop myself. No way I was going to miss what came next. We locked eyes, and she let go of my shaft as I slowly pushed forward.

Then my door opened, and Charley walked in, focused on something on her phone. Wait... walked in? She was right in front of me, we were about to... oh no. Oh FUCK.

"Hey, about earlier..." she began. Then she looked up. She saw what I was doing. She stared at me in surprise.

"Uh, I..." I stammered, my brain shutting down. This had to be a joke, a dream. Surely this wasn't happening to me right now.

"There is no way," Charley gasped. And then she burst out laughing.

I was so horrified that I literally could not move. I couldn't formulate a single word. I just sat there, still with one hand wrapped around the base of my well-lotioned cock, staring back at her in shock as she wheezed, clutching her stomach.

I don't know how long it lasted, but it must have been a while because by the time she calmed herself down, I had gone completely soft.

She took a deep breath and winced, her sides clearly hurting. "Crazy. Have a great night, Luke." She chuckled one more time, then closed the door.

I must have sat there for at least two hours in the dark with my dick in my hand, wondering whether life is even worth living. I'd thought the post-nut clarity from before was bad -- this was what I imagined getting hit by a truck felt like, despite the fact that I didn't even cum.

After all the frustration I'd endured today, my sex drive was completely gone. Nonexistent. In fact, I was pretty sure that my penis would never work again. I looked down at it with a mixture of pity and disgust, my soul completely drained of energy.

The thing was, it wasn't just the guilt. I couldn't believe she'd laughed.

I guess that settled it -- jack off while fantasizing about your stepsister, and the universe will punish you.

*****

Unsurprisingly, it was a pretty sleepless night for me. The next morning, I was tired and pretty grumpy, so much so that my shame had almost completely fizzled out and become irritation instead.

Charley's laughing fit still echoed around in my mind as I sipped my morning coffee. Laughing? Seriously? I couldn't stop thinking about it. Looking at me with my dick out had genuinely sent her into a fit. I mean... was it just that there was something that funny about the way I'd looked?

No, I wasn't going to let myself spiral down that rabbit hole.

She'd gone way overboard.

I was forcing myself not to dwell on what I'd been thinking about at the time. That had no bearing on this case -- it's not like she knew it had been her. Probably. Hopefully.

That's what I was telling myself anyway. Being angry felt better than being guilt-ridden.

I finished my coffee and sighed as I stomped over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. And of course, with my luck it turned out said bathroom was already occupied. Charley glanced up as I came in, just in time to see me turning on my heel, ready to get the hell out of there. "It's fine, I'm nearly done anyway," she said.

"I'll come back, then," I replied.

She rolled her eyes. "Stop being a baby, just come in."

I took a deep breath and trudged over to the sink, preparing my toothbrush for two and a half minutes of awkward brushing. I sneaked a glance as I started, but she was just getting on with her business, not a care in the world. She clearly didn't think anything was wrong at all. Unbelievable.

After a minute or two, she must have caught me side eying her because she set down her toothbrush with authority and turned to face me. "What the hell's your problem?"

I spat out my toothpaste and rinsed my mouth. "Nothing," I muttered.

She peered up at me. "Wait, you aren't seriously mad about last night, are you?"

"Piss off."

"What's the issue?" she asked. "We're even!"

I glared at her. "We are not even."

She threw her hands up as if I'd just said the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. "How? You saw me, I saw you. Case closed."

"No." I took a deep breath. "I walked in to tell you Mum wanted you, barely past midday, and the second I... saw you, I apologized and left the room. You on the other hand, burst into my room in the middle of the night for no reason, saw what I was doing, and spent like two minutes staring at my dick and giggling uncontrollably."

She scratched her head. "So? It was funny."

"You are unbelievable," I hissed. "Do you seriously not understand this? A hot girl laughing at you with your pants down is pretty much every guy's worst nightmare."

She hesitated, and for a moment I really thought she was going to apologize. Instead, she smirked. "You think I'm hot?"

I stared at her for a moment in disbelief. "What I think is that you are genuinely the most evil human being who has ever existed." I turned to leave, and she cracked up.

"I wasn't laughing at you, really. It was just the situation. I'm sorry."

"Whatever." I marched out the door, back to my room.

"I don't know what the big deal is," she called out behind me. "You have a perfectly nice cock!"

Oh my god. The last two days were shaping up to be the worst of my life.

I leapt into bed and screamed into my pillow. Somehow, Charley being here had ended up being a million times worse than I could have imagined it was going to be. My plan for a peaceful summer was pretty much dead.

*****

For the next few days, I pretty much barricaded myself in my room. And it essentially worked -- I went full degenerate, living off crisps and coffee to spend as little time in communal areas as possible, and playing video games all night. I had cut off all human contact, and I wasn't even getting a negative reaction about it from my family.

The problem was, I knew why they were letting me off the hook. Friday was coming up, and with it, my stepmum's little gathering. I was going to be expected to be there. And we all know who else was expected to be there.

When the day came, I was very much dreading it, but at least I had a plan: get shit-faced to the point where I wouldn't even feel the embarrassment and irritation at my stepsister situation anymore.

Unfortunately, as soon as I got downstairs it became apparent that it wasn't going to be that type of party. My dad and stepmum stood in a crowd of other Asian parents drinking champagne, bragging about their kid's accomplishments, while gossiping about other parents from around the neighborhood. Charley, the adult charmer, was surrounded by a mob who were clearly taking mental notes to impart on their own children while she regaled them with tales of her successes at school and university.

I myself sipped fizz and nodded along to small talk for a little while, but it quickly became pretty grating. I had a slight buzz going from the champagne, but nowhere near the level I had been hoping to get to that night. I wasn't really a casual drinker; more of a drink to get drunk kind of guy.

Luckily, with Charley around the adults got bored of me pretty quickly, so I managed to slip into our alcohol cabinet and grab a bottle of Jack Daniels, some coke from the fridge, and slip upstairs unnoticed. I just hoped that me showing my face would be enough for my stepmum.

As I sat on the edge of me and Charley's balcony enjoying my first real drink of the evening, I reflected on everything that had happened. The first few days with her back had gone about as badly as humanly possible, but I could still do my best to avoid further embarrassment.

I slowly sipped my Jack and Coke, and enjoyed the feeling as I progressed past the slight buzz I'd built up downstairs. I just had to stick it out for a few weeks -- stay in my room as much as possible and avoid her as much as I could. It seemed doable.

"Mind if I join?" a voice said from behind me, as if on cue.

You're kidding me. I turned to see Charley's head poking out her window, looking at me with a cheesy grin. But as she started to climb out, I saw something that made me freeze.

She had changed into the same pink crop top she'd been wearing when I walked in on her.

Are you actually fucking kidding me? Instantly all I could think about was her hand between her legs, her face flushed, moaning softly. Shit. This was not what I needed right now. "I was just about to go back in, actually."

She rolled her eyes and climbed out to sit down next to me. "Are you seriously still mad at me?" She grabbed my Jack and Coke from me, taking a long drink.

"Oh, yeah. Help yourself," I said sarcastically.

"Appreciate it."

I sighed and looked out over the back garden, trying desperately to divert my train of thought to something more family friendly.

Charley clearly had other ideas. "Look, this whole walking in on each other masturbating thing doesn't need to be a big deal," she said. "It happens. I'm sure we're not the first family members it's happened to, and we won't be the last. It's weird for both parties -- let's just move on and not think about it."

Pink elephant paradox in full effect, immediately it was all I could think about. The one second I'd seen before I slammed the door shut felt like a three-hour feature length film in my mind -- the pale skin of her toned legs, toes curling as she gently caressed her perfect, trimmed pussy, nails and fingers glistening slightly as they got more and more wet with her juices.

In the background, I was vaguely aware of Charley talking about something or other. It was only when she paused, having noticed that I wasn't listening, that brought me back to the present.

"Oh my god." She peered into my eyes, then cracked up. "You're thinking about it right now!"

"I'm not!" I protested helplessly.

She took another swig of my drink. "Seriously. I wouldn't have guessed it at first, but with the way you're acting you'd think it was the first time you've ever seen a girl naked."

Obviously, that wasn't quite true, but it still hit a nerve. "Oh sure, because seeing a girl naked is the extent of my issue here."

"It isn't?" she responded, eyebrow raised.

I suddenly realized my mistake. I knew what the problem was -- namely, the rather significant obsession with her I'd had since the day we met. Of course, she just thought it was the same as seeing any other girl. If anything, it should have had less of an effect because we were family. Yeah, this isn't a conversation I want to be having.

"So, did you get any action at Stanford or is your stepbrother the only guy you've ever seen naked."

She smirked at my abrupt topic change, but didn't call me out on it, which I was grateful for. "Here and there, nothing serious. It's just not what I'm looking for at this age. I have a plan, you know."

"Believe me, I know all about 'Charley's perfect plan.' But are you sure avoiding a serious relationship's still a good idea? The dating scene isn't getting any better, you know. Plus, a couple more years and you'll be pushing thirty."

She gasped and grabbed my drink back, glaring at me. "What happened to you?"

"Sorry?"

"Whatever happened to my sweet, obedient little stepbrother? You weren't always this rude to me."

I shrugged in response. I knew the answer of course -- back then I had such a massive crush on her that I would never have even dared to joke around with her. Now... well, I wasn't so sure. It was getting complicated, to say the least. Being drunk helped.

She sighed. "You really grew up, huh?" She was still looking over, but her gaze had softened. It was clear that the alcohol had gotten to her too.

"I guess. Maybe we both did." I turned and looked back out across the garden, but I could feel her eyes were still lingering on me. We both sat in silence for a minute or two, but even through my bourbon-addled mind I could just about sense the mood shifting.

Charley was the one to break the silence. "Why were you masturbating the other night?"

"What?" I spluttered, immediately back on edge. "You... you said you wanted to move on and not think about it!"

She shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm curious." She looked at me, and in the moment, I could have sworn there was a knowing look in her eyes. "The timing of it was... interesting."

I had to try and steer the conversation away from any reason I might have had to jack off. "You want to talk about timing? Why the hell were you doing it right in the middle of the day? Anyone could have come in and seen you."

"I don't get a lot of time to myself," she said, blushing a little. "I'm out most days. Besides, Mum has no reason to come in my room -- I actually tidy up, unlike you. And you've just avoided it ever since we played in there when we were kids." She sighed. "So, you gonna answer my question?"

I took a deep breath and decided to play it safe. "I... I do it pretty much every day." I shot her my best attempt at a look of bemusement, trying to quash any ideas she might be having. "Wasn't going to not do it just because of what happened earlier."

She gave me a small smile. "Fair enough."

Just drunken optimism I'm sure, but for now at least it seemed like I'd dodged the bullet.

"I am sorry about laughing at you," she continued. I looked over, and felt the head rush as I turned. Maybe it was just the Jack Daniels talking, but I could've sworn she was sitting a bit closer than before. "There... there was nothing to laugh about. Seriously."

"Um. Thanks," I replied.

"I mean, really. You look good. Really good. I guess I never noticed."

What is happening right now? I had absolutely no idea where this conversation was going, and I wasn't sure how I felt about letting it play out. If I was smarter, I probably would've gotten up right there and went to bed. But thinking rationally had always been Charley's strong suit, not mine. And now that she was drunk, we were in dangerous territory. It didn't help that I was very much in the same boat.

As I sat there for a few seconds deliberating what I should do, she shot me another dirty look. "You just gonna sit there and soak up the compliments? You saw me naked too, remember."

She must've taken my silence as an insult. "What do you want me to say, Charley?" I took a deep breath and met her gaze, as she waited to hear what I had to say. It was strange -- I looked at her now and didn't see her naked like she'd said, red-faced and eyes half closed, despite the fact that I hadn't been able to get the image off my mind this whole week.

Here, now, I just saw her as she was -- sitting next to me, her face glowing in the dim light coming through her bedroom window. "You're beautiful. You know you are."

I'm muddy about the particulars of what happened next. All I know is that a second or two later, she kissed me hard.

The second her lips touched mine, my brain pretty much shut down -- it could have lasted a second or a century and I wouldn't have been able to tell you. It was only when she abruptly pulled back that I regained consciousness.

"What the fuck..." Charley whispered. She stared at me wide eyed for a few seconds as we both tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.

Maybe if I was in my right mind, I would have gotten up and walked away, or at least held back so we could talk about it. But after the last few days, and after all I had drunk tonight, and after Charley kissing me a moment ago -- I was so, so far from my right mind. This was something I had wanted my whole life, and my drunken brain wasn't going to let me screw it up by considering something as unimportant as the consequences of my actions.

I was moving pretty much on autopilot when I leant in to kiss her back.

"Mmmph!" Charley moaned into my mouth in surprise, and for a moment I thought she was going to pull away. But then she relaxed and began to return the kiss, and this time I was fully aware.

Her hands found the back of my head as she mashed her lips onto mine, and I moved my hand to her waist, caressing her smooth skin as she parted her lips and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced as I kissed her hungrily.

I had already been pretty turned on because of all the reminders of Charley touching herself, but now I was getting uncomfortably hard. She had started running her fingers through my hair, and I was getting even more into the kiss. When she finally came up for air, she pretty much had to pull my tongue out of her mouth.

"Your bedroom," she muttered, the look in her eyes slightly glassy.

Surely she's not thinking what I think she's thinking. A kiss is one thing, but...

Charley didn't give me time to figure her out. She grabbed my hand and got up, pulling me with her, and we both hurried over to climb through the window into my room.

Once we were inside, she grabbed my face and kissed me again, and we sort of stumbled over towards my bed until I fell back onto it and pulled her on top of me. We stayed there for a minute, making out passionately, until she finally pulled back again.

"Take off your clothes," she whispered. She clambered off of me, before peeling off her crop top and rolling down her shorts.

Now wearing nothing except her bra and panties, I watched, entranced, as she unhooked said bra to reveal her breasts -- not huge by any means, but perky and perfectly proportioned. That done, she slowly rolled down her panties, revealing her flawless, pink pussy. Just as it was when I'd seen it the other day, but now up close.

I couldn't believe it. Never in a million years did I think I would ever see her like this again.

Charley looked over and caught me staring, still fully clothed. "Hurry up," she hissed.

"Oh! Sorry." I snapped out of it and scrambled to take my pull my shirt off. Being embarrassed about getting caught ogling her took away from my own embarrassment about getting naked in front of her, which was a nice silver lining.

It was only when we were both fully naked, and she pushed me onto my back, that I broke the silence. 'Charley..."

She looked down at me, breathing heavily. "Do you... not want to?" she whispered.

There was a sudden flash of doubt in my mind, but I actively pushed it back. This was simply not something I could live with passing up on. "No, I do."

She nodded. "Okay." She swung her leg over, straddling me. She lifted up her hips, and grabbed my cock, positioning herself above it. She rubbed the head between her pussy lips, sending shivers down my spine, and prepared it at her entrance.

By all possible metrics, I should have been shitting myself. Not only was I about to lose my virginity, but I was about to lose my virginity with Charley. But instead, I was strangely calm. I was shit-faced, which was probably helping -- but more than that, this whole thing was so surreal that it was almost like a dream. And I guess there's no pressure in a dream.

Charley slowly lowered herself until the head of penis was lodged inside her, then let go with her hand and quickly sunk downward, molding around my cock and enveloping it completely. It wasn't long before I bottomed out inside.

"Ohh... shit," she moaned softly. I couldn't believe it. I was inside her.

Even drunk, it took every ounce of willpower I had not to cum immediately. The feeling was indescribable -- after all those years of fantasizing about this, it was better than I ever could have imagined.

Luckily, Charley seemed to need a moment too. Her eyes were shut tight as she buckled forward, falling and catching herself with both hands on my chest. "Goddamn," she muttered quietly, as she slowly began to gyrate her hips.

Every slight movement sent every nerve ending in my body into overdrive. I desperately grabbed onto her hips, rubbing up and down, almost as if I was hanging onto them for dear life as she began to quicken her pace.

"Holy... shit," I groaned loudly, unable to hold it back any longer.

"Quiet!" she gasped. Her face was a deep shade of pink, the sex and Asian flush working their magic. "Everyone's still downstairs."

"Oh... fuck," I panted, barely able to hold my train of thought as she began to fully bounce her hips up and down. I could feel her inner walls twitch around my shaft, warm and tight. "Sorry... I can't..."

"Ugh." Charley suddenly grabbed me and pulled me up with me still inside her, so that we were both sitting up straight. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Why-" I began to ask, before she silenced me with a kiss. Smart.

In this position I felt even more connected to her, our bodies pressed tightly together as she bounced up and down on my cock. I kept my hands on her waist, doing my best to help her in her long, frenzied strokes. I could feel her pussy becoming more and more wet, flooding my pubic hair and inner thighs.

Despite her kiss, it was becoming pretty clear that we were not being quiet. The wetter she got, the more the sloshing sound of my dick pumping in and out of her filled the room, and that was already on top of the soft clap every time she landed in my lap and I bottomed out inside of her. And I was rapidly approaching my orgasm.

Reluctantly, I pulled away. "We're making... a lot of noise," I groaned, doing my best to keep my voice low. "And... fuck... I'm close."

I think she nodded, though it got a lost a bit as she vigorously bounced up and down. "Hold on," she hissed. "I'm... ugh... close too."

We carried on like that for a while longer, both of us doing our best to stifle any loud moans while still riding each other on our way to coming. I hadn't jacked off since before the day we'd walked in on each other, and I was ridiculously backed up. I wasn't going to last any longer.

I shot her a look, and she met my eyes. She nodded -- she knew what was about to happen.

Finally, with Charley's permission, I met her as she came down on my dick, thrusting up as hard as I could to bury myself to the hilt inside her snatch. And unable to hold it in any longer, I exploded deep within my stepsister's pussy. My orgasm must have set her off as well, because suddenly her pussy began clench down on me and flooded me with her juices, as my cock twitched and shot an immeasurable number of thick ropes of cum into her womb.

We both sat there, panting, as we rode out our orgasms. Charley leant forward and rested her forehead against mine. For what seemed like an age, we stayed with our bodies pressed tightly together and arms wrapped around each other, as I remained firmly lodged inside of her, my dick slowly softening.

But all good things must come to an end. As the post-orgasm high began to wear off, Charley slowly leaned back, and we locked eyes.

And suddenly, reality set in.

"Oh, shit," she squeaked. She quickly unhooked her arms from around me and shuffled backwards. My dick, still semi-erect, slid out of her with a plop, and we both looked down as a thin stream of our combined juices flowed out of her pussy with it.

Slowly looking up, we locked eyes again. But this time, Charley didn't waste any time -- quick as a flash, she gathered up all the clothes she'd left scattered around my bed and on the floor, before scurrying out of my room without another word.

You would have expected that I wouldn't be able to sleep at all the night of my first time with Charley. But after all the stress of this past week, the copious amounts of alcohol I had drunk tonight, and obviously what had just occurred -- I was exhausted like I'd never been before.

The moment the door closed, I fell back onto my bed. I was asleep pretty much the instant my head touched the pillow.