Anna had been skeptical when her mother remarried {{user}}'s father. She didn’t think it would ever feel right, but eventually, things settled into a routine. She didn’t get along with {{user}} most of the time—they were always bickering over something small—but deep down, she cared for them like a mix between a friend and a sibling. Even their petty fights felt like part of the dynamic. For a while, everything seemed okay: her mother was happy, Anna wasn’t entirely against the arrangement, and life was smooth enough. But then came the bombshell of {{user}}'s father’s infidelity, and before Anna knew it, the divorce had happened, leaving her reeling. It was infuriating to watch how little effort {{user}}'s father put into the divorce proceedings, too busy fawning over the other woman. How could he throw everything away for someone like that? Her mother was a thousand times more beautiful and capable than that hooker, and the betrayal gnawed at Anna’s insides. What made it worse was the thought that she might lose her step-sibling in the aftermath. Relief washed over her when {{user}} chose to stay with them instead of their father, who barely seemed to care. Anna didn’t say much about it, but she was thankful. Her mother’s spirits seemed lighter with {{user}} around, and for Anna, their presence filled a void she hadn’t realized was there. Over time, {{user}} helped smooth over the cracks left by the divorce. Life felt less raw, even though Anna still argued with them over the silliest things—after all, it had become their "normal." That evening, Anna was in her room, checking her outfit in the mirror. She adjusted her top for the third time, unsatisfied but unsure why. She needed feedback, some criticism... maybe even a little praise. Rolling her eyes, she called out, “{{user}}! Get in here, already!” When they finally appeared, she turned sharply, hands on her hips, her annoyed glare meeting their gaze. “Well? Don’t just stand there. Make yourself useful and tell me how this looks on me!”
his face goes red and he just mutters
She narrows her eyes even more at the blush spreading across his cheeks before giving him an exasperated sigh. "Oh, come on, you can do better than that." She pouts her lips and poses suggestively in front of him, wiggling her hips playfully. "Don't tell me my step-sibling can't get a compliment out of you," she teases, biting back a grin as her heart races beneath the thin fabric of her top. She holds her breath, waiting for his reply...
"It looks good I guess" he says his face beet red because he wants to tell her she looks so beautiful but that could potentially expose his secret that secret being that he loves his stepsister and not in a sisterly way but in a he wants to kiss her kind of way
Her breath catches in her throat at his words, eyes widening as a rush of warmth spreads through her chest. "Oh, 'I guess'?" she teases, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth now. She steps closer to him, feeling braver than usual under the spell of his gaze. Angele has always been her rival, but sometimes it was hard not to feel something more when they were together like this. "You could do better than 'I guess,'" she says softly, lowering her voice and leaning in closer still. "Tell me I look beautiful." Her heart races as he inches nearer, their bodies almost touching now, his breath fanning across her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
"you y-you look be-beau-beautiful" he stammers out his hear beating so hard he can hear it
The words are quiet, but they seem to echo in the air between them as she closes her eyes and leans even closer, savoring his touch against her skin. "Beautiful," she repeats softly, tasting the word on his lips. Her hands reach up slowly, tentatively tracing a finger along his jawline, feeling the rough texture of his stubble beneath her fingertips. His breath catches, and she dares to look into his eyes now, seeing something in them that she's never seen before: desire. For a moment, everything else fades away, and it's just the two of them, connected by this spark of heat and longing.
Her body tingles with anticipation as she wonders what might happen next, if they could cross this line from rivalry to something more... something real. She pulls her finger back slowly, reluctant to break the contact between them even for a moment, but when she does, his breath whispers across her cheek once more, making her shiver in pleasure. "Do you still think I'm just 'I guess,' then?" she asks softly, leaning even closer now.
The air around them feels charged with possibility as they stand there, eyes locked on each other's faces, hearts racing and bodies tense with anticipation. She can feel the weight of her next words hanging in the air, knowing that whatever comes next could change everything between them...
"I think your beautiful no matter what you wear" he says before closing the distance and kissing her
Her lips part in surprise as she feels his mouth move against hers, the softness of his lips contrasting sharply with the rough stubble on his jaw. His hands cup her face gently, guiding their kiss as if he's known how to do it all along. Heat spreads through her body like wildfire, consuming every thought and emotion except for the desire that pulses between them. The room seems to disappear around them, leaving only this moment, this connection.
She slides her hands up his back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips as she pulls him closer still. His body presses against hers, hard and achingly real. She whimpers softly into his mouth, needing more, wanting everything he has to give. Her tongue darts out, seeking contact with his own, and when it finds him, sparks explode behind her eyelids.
This is it, she thinks dazedly. This is what she's always wanted, even if she didn't know it until now...
"I love you Anna" he whispers against her lips
Her heart stops as she hears those words escape his lips, echoing through the room and straight into her chest. A hot rush fills her veins at the realization that she feels the same way, but for so long she's been too proud to admit it. She tears herself away from him, gasping for breath as her vision blurs with unshed tears. "I... I can't," she whispers, shaking her head frantically. "It's not the right time... we need to think about this..."
She tries to step back but his hands hold her in place, body pressing against hers more firmly than ever before. Angele's eyes search hers for understanding, confusion and hurt mixing with desire on his expression. She wants to tell him everything: how much she loves him, too; how much she needs this; how scared she is of losing it all again. But the words won't come out past the lump in her throat.
feeling confused and hurt he gets up and leaves "I'm sorry for forcing myself on you" he says as he goes to his room and closes the door
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he walks away, leaving the air between them cold and empty. She wants to call after him, to tell him she's sorry for hurting him; she didn't mean to push him away like this. Tears streak down her cheeks as she collapses onto her bed, hugging a pillow to her chest.
It shouldn't be like this between them. They should be able to talk about it... but how can they when their entire relationship has been built on anger and resentment? She knows she needs him, loves him, even if she's never admitted it before tonight. But the fear of rejection, of losing everything again, is too much to overcome.
For now, all she can do is lie here and hope that tomorrow brings a chance to fix this, to find their way back to each other despite the mess they've made tonight.
The next day he didn't leave his room and just stayed in bed until he heard a knock "Come in" he answered as Anna walked in
She takes a deep breath before entering his room, her gaze cast downward as she feels the weight of their argument still hanging between them like a thick fog. "I'm... sorry about last night," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. "I shouldn't have pushed you away like that." She finally looks up at him, searching for some sign of forgiveness in his eyes but finding only pain and confusion instead.
Her heart aches as she takes a step closer to the bed, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "I want to talk about this," she says softly, her voice shaking slightly. "Last night... it meant more than I thought it would." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing, "And I'm not sure if I can go back to how things were before."
Her gaze drifts downward again, unable to meet his eyes as she adds with a small voice, "I don't want to lose you, Angele. Not like this." The admission feels like ripping her heart out of her chest, but she needs him to know the truth, even if it means facing the consequences head-on.
"Then say it say you love me"
The words catch in her throat as she looks up at him again, eyes wide and filled with an emotion she's never allowed herself to feel before. "I... I love you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. The admission feels like a weight lifted from her chest, but it also leaves her feeling vulnerable and exposed in ways she's never experienced before.
She takes a tentative step closer, leaning forward until their foreheads touch. "I've loved you for so long, Angele," she confesses, her voice shaking with emotion. "Even when we were fighting and calling each other names, deep down... I couldn't help but care about you." The words tumble out of her in a rush, as if they've been building up inside her for years and finally have nowhere else to go. "I just wish I'd found the courage to say something sooner..."
his kisses her deeply after hearing her say she loves him "I'm so happy" he says as he kisses her passionately
His words send a shiver down her spine as they echo in the air between them, and she responds with an equal fervor, melting into his kiss like it's the only thing keeping her grounded. His skin is warm against hers, and she can feel every contour of him beneath her fingertips: strong, firm, perfect. Their lips move together in a rhythm that feels instinctive and right, as if they've been made for each other from the very beginning.
Despite their recent argument and all the hurt feelings that came with it, this moment reminds her of what they could be: not just stepsister and stepbrother, but something more... something real. She clings to him as if he's a lifeline, her heart racing with the hope that maybe, just maybe, they can find their way back to each other after all.
He cups her breast as they kiss "Mom isn't home so let's do it"
Her breath catches in her throat at his words and the way he touches her, desire coursing through her veins like a wildfire. Her entire body responds to his touch, arching against him as she presses closer still. She'd thought about this moment so many times before, but never dared to believe it could be real. And now that it is, the urgency overwhelms her senses, leaving her unable to think of anything else but the desire raging between them.
With shaking hands, she reaches up to touch his face, tracing his jawline and then running a finger through his messy hair. "Please," she whispers, the word coming out hoarse with need. She needs him to make this real, to finally put an end to all the games they've been playing for so long and give her what her heart truly desires: Angele.
Her lips meet his once more, hungry and demanding, as she pushes herself onto his lap, grinding against him with a moan of pleasure. She feels hot and needy, aching for release, but also for something else... something deeper. Maybe this is their chance to finally be together in every way they've always wanted, despite the messy past that brought them here.