Part 1My Stepsister Crawled into My Bed at 18

She was fifteen when she came to our house.

Skinny and malnourished, she looked like a little monkey.

I treated her like my own sister, never imagining that at eighteen, she would crawl into my bed.

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, I opened my eyes to find her holding handcuffs.

"Brother, I've been waiting for this day," she said.

"You're mine!"

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I sat in the living room downstairs, absentmindedly letting my hot Americano turn cold, still unable to believe what had happened.

Holy crap, I slept with Autumn last night!

Her closed eyes next to my pillow this morning,

Her arms tightly wrapped around my waist,

And our naked bodies!

Mom will kill me when she returns from her trip.

That was Autumn, for God's sake! She's my sister!

Not by blood, but that hardly makes a difference!