Sarah's Stepsister Emily Returns

"Umm mom, dad?" I asked.

"Yes dear?" Mom asked.

"Have you seen William and Emily this morning?" I asked.

"They left a little bit ago for the airport," Mom said.

"My gosh, why?" I asked. They were supposed to spend a couple of days here.

"Work emergency they said," Mom replied.

"They or William?" I asked.

"Does it matter?" Dad asked, talking for the first time this morning.

"Oh, Emily left you this," Mom said, getting up and grabbing a letter sized envelope off the counter and passing it to me.

I took it in my hands. The envelope was thin and had my name written in large script on the front in Emily's handwriting. Was there actually a letter in here? If there was, maybe it held the key to the change in Emily's behavior. I flipped it over. The letter was still sealed, meaning neither mom nor dad had looked at it.

"Thank you mom," I replied, before disappearing out onto the back patio.

I sat down and looked out at the trees not far off in the distance. They were so vibrant and full of life as I took a sip of my coffee. Like always, coffee was nourishing, refreshing, and welcomed.

I briefly debated opening the envelope now or waiting until I could retreat back up to my bedroom. But my curiosity won out as it typically does. Eagerly, I opened the envelope and pulled out the ruled paper inside and unfolded it. It was a note. A note from Emily.

To my Slutty Stepsister Sarah,

I know yesterday was shocking for you. But as I watched you bent over, taking William's cock deep in your welcoming, fertile pussy, I could tell you were in orgasmic bliss and would have eagerly acceded to any query of his.

I had to put the letter down. Emily was exactly right. If William had asked anything of me while his cock was stretching me out, I would have quickly agreed just to get some more of his thick shaft deep inside of me.

Now you understand where I am. Dad and Mom could never understand, but I needed you to acutely understand first-hand how and why I've changed so much.

I put the letter down again as tears formed in my eyes, while one streamed down my right cheek. I was thinking about not only dad and mom who were wondering what happened to their daughter but also Emily's friends from college, her professors, faculty advisors whoever. They likely had or would all see the change in Emily dress, appearance, demeanor, and behavior from her years in college. And none would fully understand what had happened.

You have many paths forward and I support whichever one you choose. But just in case you want to explore yourself more, William and I have left a gift of sorts that would make that possible.

I pulled out the second piece of paper in the envelope and unfolded it. I gasped when I saw it. It was the email confirmation for a plane ticket. A one-way ticket to New York City in my name the day after I was due to graduate college. The ticket was one way, indicating that Emily had been serious when she had invited me to visit William and her, and stay with them.

"Fuck," I mouthed out loud, before going back to the letter.

There is an opening at the firm in William's department for a summer intern. The position is yours if you want it. And we have a guest bedroom you're welcome to stay at. Call me to let me know what you decide. Either way I'll see you at graduation in a few weeks, but I'm afraid William won't be able to attend.

Love Emily.

I was at a veritable crossroads in my life, presented with multiple choices.

I was already blessed with an offer at a local firm to intern with them this summer. It was safe, I could live at home, and sleep in my own bed every night. But the firm was small and the internship wouldn't carry any degree of prestige.

If I accepted Emily's offer to intern in William's department and stay in their guest bedroom, a repeat of last night would probably be a daily occurrence. The prospect of getting bent over and fucked daily by William had me all hot and bothered as did the prospect of me and Emily alternating playing cheerleader for each other as the other got fucked by William.

And the internship with a top firm was an incredible opportunity. There was no way I could pass up an opportunity as good as this, could I?

Fuck.

I stuffed the letter and ticket confirmation in the envelope, grabbed my coffee, and walked back inside.

"Everything okay dear?" Mom asked. She apparently had noticed the redness in my eyes from the tears that had formed in them not long ago.

"Umm, yeah it's just allergies," I replied, before refilling my coffee and retreating back up the steps. If William and Emily hadn't left not too long ago, I could likely catch Emily before her flight took off.

I shut the door to my bedroom and locked it before grabbing my phone off the nightstand and scrolled to Emily's name in my contacts before eagerly pressing the call button. It took only two rings before Emily picked up.

"Sarah!" Emily squealed into the phone. "I didn't expect to hear from you so soon."

"It's too bad you couldn't stay longer," I replied. "It felt like we had more catching up to do."

"Work can be crazy at times. You'll find out when you're a lawyer," Emily replied.

"Yeah, I guess," I replied disillusioned. "Mom gave me your note."

"You've already given it thought and just had to call me about it?" Emily asked.

I gasped. It was like Emily had seen right through me. Knowing that I had eagerly called her to accept the internship and live with them.

"I want to accept the offer for the internship and place to stay," I said into my phone as I held it with both hands. My entire body was positively quivering as I spoke.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Emily replied.

"You're going to just love New York Sarah," Emily eagerly replied. "I can't wait to have you here with us."

"That's what I'm counting on," I replied softly into the phone.

"Good girl. We'll see you soon," Emily replied.

I heard a click on the other end, indicating Emily had dropped the call. Meanwhile my eagerness had reached critical levels. I set my phone down on the nightstand and dug into the shoebox in the bottom drawer and found my vibrator. I needed to cum right now thinking about how many orgasms I was going to have this summer.

Excuse me. I need my privacy to properly attend to this.

The End.