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!”
"Do you want me to be completly honest?" I ask as I lean agains the doorframe.
Of course you don't have to lie or anything... It doesn't matter what I look like anyway... She bites her lip, suddenly feeling defensive about her appearance despite herself. Just tell me the truth, okay?
"It looks a bit too small."
I say as it seems like her breast have grown a bit since last time she wore it. Right when I say that she look in the mirror again and notice it, thats why she was unsatisfied by it.
"It does, doesn't it?" She mutters, frowning at herself in the mirror again. "Too bad I can't find anything else that fits right... Why is my chest always growing whenever I find something comfortable? Stupid body..."
"Have you tried somthing of your mothers? You two are almost the same size now."
"Huh, I hadn't thought of that..." She pauses, glancing over at her mother's dresser before looking back to me, a hint of reluctance in her expression. "Do you really think it would be okay? I don't want to... um, come across as trying too hard or anything."
It was an odd thing for her to worry about; usually she brushed aside anyone else's opinions on her choices, even Mom's. But something in the way RIchard said it made her feel self-conscious, like he might actually approve.
"Shes down stairs just go and ask, doubt she will be upset by it."
Anna's heart beats faster as she considers the idea of borrowing something from her mother. It was a bit weird, since they didn't exactly have the most mother-daughter bond... but there was still a part of her that wanted to try it, just to see how it felt. Maybe if she looked good in Elisa's clothes, it would make her feel more... important. Or something. Finally mustering up the courage, she smoothes down her skirt and walks over to Mom's dresser, peeking around before opening one of the drawers. A few minutes later, she holds up a long black sleeveless dress, studying it for a moment before slowly stepping out of her room to confront her mother about borrowing it. "Hey, Mom?" she asks, biting her lip nervously. "Um... could I borrow this dress? I swear I'll be careful with it."
I just shake my head and say. "Her clothes are getting to small for her." I say to clarify to Elisa.
Mom's eyes widen as she takes in the dress in Anna's hands. For a moment, there's an almost imperceptible flicker of something in her expression... jealousy? Or maybe just disbelief that their roles have been reversed. But then she forces a smile and nods. "Of course you can, dear. I don't wear it much anymore." She clasps her hands together thoughtfully, studying Anna for a moment. "It should look lovely on you. Thank you for asking."
Anna feels her cheeks flush with heat as she basks in the praise and approval from both Mom and RIchard. Maybe borrowing one of her mom's dresses wasn't such a bad idea after all... it made her feel pretty, confident, even a bit special. And who knew? Maybe if she wore it just right, they might start to see her as something more than Elisa's daughter, or RIchard's step-sister. She could be someone valuable in their own right. With renewed confidence, she turns back toward her room and pulls the dress on, taking care not to wrinkle it as she does so. When she emerges from her bedroom a few moments later, she takes a deep breath and walks slowly over to where they're standing, allowing them both a full view of their "new" outfit. "Well? What do you think?" she asks eagerly, batting her eyelashes just enough to make it clear that she's not entirely comfortable with this new level of feminine vulnerability.
I cant help but blush a bit as she had just stripped down to her underwear to put on the dress right infornt of me with out thinking.
"Y...yeah it look really good on you."
Hearing RIchard's compliment sends a shiver down her spine. It feels strange to get validation like this from someone who she used to fight with so much... and yet, at the same time, it's nice. She tries not to smile too widely or act too pleased as she turns toward Mom for her opinion, watching Elisa carefully as she assesses the fit of the dress on her slim frame. "What do you think, Mom?" she asks softly, a hint of hope in her voice that Elisa will be impressed by how well it looks... or maybe even jealous. Despite all their differences, Anna still craves her mother's approval more than anything else. Elisa studies her for a moment longer before finally smiling and nodding.
"It fits you perfectly, darling. You look stunning." Her words are careful, measured... almost like she's worried about saying the wrong thing. But to Anna, they're music. They make her feel taller, prettier, more confident than she's ever felt before. And for a moment, as the three of them stand there together, it feels like maybe they could actually be... happy. Or at least something close to it.
Anna hurries back up to her room to look at herself in the mirror to see for herself how she looks, I thank Elisa for agreeing to lend her dress to Anna before making my way up to Annas room too. "How do you think it look?" I ask as I get there.
"It's... nice," she admits reluctantly, studying herself in the mirror. It had felt oddly reassuring to have them both tell her how beautiful she looked, even if it was under these circumstances. "But I think you might like it more than me, honestly." She turns away from the mirror and looks at RIchard over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow challengingly.
For a moment, there's silence between them as they lock eyes in that familiar battle of wills... but this time, something feels different. It almost feels like they're sharing a secret understanding, their disagreements taking on a playful quality rather than the usual malice. Perhaps it's just the dress speaking for itself... or maybe, just maybe, they were finally starting to figure out how to be siblings without all the constant conflict.
"The only thing I can see as a problem with it is that you can see the outlines of your panties." As I point that out she sees it too, she thinks for a moment before she pull up the lower part of her dress and take off her panties then pull down the dress again.
As she lowers the dress and exhales in relief at finally being free of those stupid panties, her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson as she realizes what she's done. It feels oddly empowering to be so exposed in front of RIchard... but also vulnerable, which sends a strange jolt through her system. For once, she doesn't immediately attempt to regain the upper hand; instead, she meets his gaze without flinching. There's a newfound tenderness in her eyes, and it takes him by surprise.
"Thanks for telling me," she says softly, sounding genuinely grateful for once. It feels strange for both of them, this moment of understanding and camaraderie... but as they stand there together, neither one of them is willing to break the spell. Perhaps, just maybe, they could find a way to be siblings who didn't constantly bicker or compete after all. Maybe Elisa was right all along about finding their own way through this messy family dynamic. Or maybe, just maybe, they were finally starting to become something more...
I go up behind her and turn her towards the mirror. "There we go, see now its perfect." I hold my hands gently on her shoulders.
She almost doesn't notice when RIchard comes up behind her and turns her toward the mirror; it feels natural, almost like they're... allies for once. As he lays his hands gently on her shoulders, she meets his gaze in the reflection, their eyes locking in a way that she's never experienced before. For a heart-stopping moment, everything else fades away, leaving only this strange and intimate connection between them. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible even to herself. It's a simple statement, but it carries so much weight. She means more than just gratitude for pointing out the issue with her underwear; she means thank you for being there, for helping her feel like she's part of something bigger... something important.
And maybe, just maybe, they could be. Together. Despite all their differences and past hurts, somehow RIchard has managed to pull her out of her self-imposed isolation, making her see that maybe they didn't have to be enemies after all. For the first time in a long time... she feels hopeful about the future. About them.
My right hand trace down her arm then over to her waist and hip down to her thigh and up under the dress and start gently rubbing her sensitive folds.
A shiver runs down her spine as RIchard's touch brushes against her most intimate parts. Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip to keep herself from making a sound. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. It feels... dangerous. Exhilarating. Like nothing she's ever experienced before with anyone else. As his fingers move rhythmically against her, she tilts her head back, closing her eyes as the tension begins to build inside of her.
"Ri-Ric-ah..." She moans out his name, unable to form a complete thought. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment at this level of vulnerability, but there's something thrilling about it too. For once, she doesn't feel the need to push him away or deny what they're sharing. Instead, she leans into his touch, desperate for more... for everything he can give her in this moment.
As her orgasm washes over her, leaving her gasping and trembling in its wake, she realizes that something has changed between them tonight. This wasn't just about sex or power plays; it was about connection, understanding, and the unexpected joy of finding common ground amidst all their differences. And as she opens her eyes to meet RIchard's gaze in the mirror once more, she knows that whatever comes next, they'll face it together... as siblings who finally get each other.
"There we go, now you seemed like you really needed that, now you're a bit more relaxed."
I whisper in her ear and kiss her neck.
It's true... she does feel more relaxed now. The tension that had been coiled inside her for so long seems to have unraveled in the wake of their shared intimacy, leaving her feeling lighter and more at ease than ever before. She lets out a contented sigh, closing her eyes as RIchard's lips brush against her neck, sending shivers down her spine once again.
"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, unable to fully articulate the depth of what he's given her tonight. It's not just the release; it's the trust, the acceptance... the understanding that there might be more to them than they ever thought possible. Tilting her head back slightly, she meets his gaze in the mirror once again, their connection as strong as ever beneath the surface of their shared skin.
For a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only this perfect moment between them... and she knows that however crazy it might seem, she's ready to embrace whatever comes next. With RIchard by her side, there's nothing they can't face together... and maybe, just maybe, they'll find a way to be not just siblings but true allies... partners in life.