“Fuck!” I grit out as I come in an embarrassing amount of time. I want to blame it on the fact that I haven’t jacked off in a while. As a teenage boy, it was frequent, but I found the less I did it, the less I thought about the idea of sex. Sometimes I abstain from it. I was determined to never be my father and let some bloodsucker latch on to me. Another groan leaves me as I think about Molly latching on to me. More cum shoots from my cock, falling to the shower floor, the water washing it down the drain.

I wash quickly, turning the water off before grabbing a towel to dry off. In my closet, I pull on some sweatpants before I let myself slip into bed. My gaze goes to my bedroom door. She’s not far.

The hell is wrong with me? It has to be the lack of sleep. They say it can often make you feel drunk. All I need is a few hours of rest, and these crazy thoughts about my stepsister will go away. I grab my phone first and fire off an email.

Who is this punk West? I know I can only ask Emily so much before she starts to ask her own questions back, so I make sure to get right to the important things. If I want full details, I’ll have to have someone get it for me. I’ll also have them pull what they can on Molly. I hadn’t given her much thought. I’d dug into her mother of course.

Grace was never married before but had Molly when she was only twenty while putting herself through nursing school. The father listed on the birth certificate is dead. He died a few years after Molly was born. That’s all I’d dug up on the girl besides Emily telling me she was nice. I had noted that Grace had given her daughter her own last name and not the father’s who was listed on the birth certificate. Not sure what to make of that.

How old is she? Oh fuck. If I recall, she’d been seventeen when my father married Grace. She’s still in fucking high school. Same grade as Emily. I’d never paid much attention to the school uniform until today. The polo shirt fit snuggly to her lush tits. The girl is curvy all over. Seventeen! My mind screams even as my cock hardens.

It was forever ago since I last checked that. Not quite a year but close. She could be eighteen now. My hand slips back down into my sweatpants. I start to jack myself off again. I tell myself it’s so I can go to sleep, but I know the truth.