Curious Stepsister's First consensual Touch

Emma sat curled on the far end of the couch, knees drawn up under the oversized gray t-shirt that barely covered her thighs. The movie flickered across the television, some forgettable action flick neither of them was really watching. Their parents had left that morning for a long weekend cruise, leaving the house quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the pounding of her own heart.

Ryan stretched out on the opposite side, one arm draped over the back of the couch, pretending to focus on the screen. He was twenty-two, broad-shouldered from years of lifting weights in the garage, and the only person in the world she had ever felt completely safe with. Four years of living under the same roof had turned the polite strangers they once were into something closer to best friends. Tonight, though, the air between them felt different. Thicker.

“I’ve never been touched,” she said suddenly, voice barely louder than the explosions on screen.

Ryan’s head turned slowly. “What?”