"Ah..., I ah," I said, trailing off, not really having any good answer to give Shelia to explain the pictures and messages on my phone from Tiffany.
"I get it," Shelia interjected, "She's gorgeous. Ever since we were kids, all the guys always wanted to fuck her. Does mom know about this??"
"No, she doesn't," I replied, "and it's not a thing, it only happened once and it won't ever happen again. I love your mother very much, you girls are my step daughters, and it's totally inappropriate."
I waited nervously, hoping Shelia would buy that line of bullshit, as she continued to fiddle with my phone before sliding it across the table to me. She stared at me, almost quizzically, waiting to see if I'd offer more details or try further worming, backpedaling my way out of this shit I was neck deep in.
"So...," she said, breaking the deafening silence, "When does mom get home??"
"I don't know," I replied, "I know she has a big presentation at work next week and she's been putting in a lot of hours to meet her deadline."
"Ok," she said, getting up from the table and giving me a hug, "I think I'll come back by later this evening and see if she's home. See you later Michael."
"Have a good day sweetie," I replied, a little relieved to be out of that situation, at least temporarily.
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I pulled back up to the house after a long day, tired and ready to unwind. My wife, Sally, had texted me earlier to let me know she would be late again, having to stay at work to finish some things up. I didn't see Tiffany's car, no telling where she was; however, Shelia's car was there, parked in the driveway. I walked into the house and saw her out lounging by the pool, drinking a beer.
I swear, if you didn't know better, you'd never guess Shelia and Tiffany were sisters, the two of them being almost complete opposites in every way. Tiffany was tall and skinny, with a darker completion, and a very outgoing personality. I hate to use the term "busy body", but that was a pretty apt adjective to describe her, she could definitely be a pain in the ass.
Shelia, on the other hand, was short, with a more athletic, curvy build (very similar to her mother). She had very fair skin, long, brunette hair, and pretty green eyes. She was the younger of the two by a few years, and was very shy, not one to be out and about like her sister. She saw me come in and waved at me, motioning at me to come out by the pool with her.
"What's up Michael," she asked, covering her eyes from the sun so she could see me, "Long day at work??"
"Always," I replied, "It never seems to stop. What are you up to??"
"Nothing," she said, "Just hanging out, relaxing with a beer, waiting for mom. Any idea when she will be home??"
"Not for a while," I replied, "She had to stay late again, she didn't get home last night till almost eleven o'clock."
"Well," she said, "Why don't you go change and have a beer with me?? I had these at my apartment from last weekend, figured I'd better not let them go to waste."
"Ah..., sure," I replied, "Let me go change."
Here we go again, I thought to myself as I walked back into the house, that walking on eggshells feeling. I figured I'd better humor her for a while, at least until I was convinced that she wouldn't tell Sally about Tiffany and I. I walked upstairs to change, stopping at the bedroom window to peek out at Shelia as I passed.
She was standing in front of the lounge chair, taking off her shoes. I watched as she lifted her T-shirt up over her head, revealing a skimpy, black bikini top, that was straining mightily to contain her massive breasts. Next, she wiggled out of her cutoff jean shorts, sliding them down past her hips, exposing her plump little ass. I had never seen Shelia in a bikini before, she typically preferred to be a little more conservative while hanging out by the pool; however, I must admit, this was a welcome sight. She lay back down on the lounger, giving me a good look at her body, as I stared out the window. Her tits were huge, at least a D, and very full. Even though she wasn't as skinny as Tiffany, she wasn't fat by any means, with a flat stomach, sexy full hips, and a nice ass. Damn, she looked just like her mother, I thought, instinctively rubbing my cock through my pants as it started to harden. I headed into the bathroom, changed into my swimsuit, and walked back downstairs.
"Well, there you are," she said, playfully, "I was starting to wonder if you were going to stand me up."
"No chance," I said, sitting down in the chair beside her, "I'd never pass up a free drink."
"Ha ha, asshole," she replied, tossing a beer my way.
"Just kidding," I said, "So, what's new in your life??" I asked, making small talk, trying to behave as normally as possible even though I was definitely scoping her out, sneaking peeks down her top as much as I could without being obvious.
"Not too much, just work and school," she said, "You know, normal bullshit."
"Gotcha," I replied, taking a sip of my beer, "Any new love interests??"
"I don't have time for that crap," she said, almost agitated, "Besides, guys are such assholes, present company excluded."
"I appreciate that," I said, "But you never know unless you get out and meet some new people, you might be missing out."
"I guess," she said, "Maybe one day I'll find the right guy."
