Free Steps For A Taboo Roadtrip by Nadia Nightside

Author's Note: All Characters Depicted Herein Are 18 Years Of Age Or Older.
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Risky Threesomes: Steps For A Taboo Road Trip
    N ora was nearly packed. She walked downstairs to the entry, bending down to sort through the massive pile of shoes next to the back door. In Alder City, they would need some good walking shoes. It was difficult to sort through her stepbrother Charlie’s various boots, sandals, work shoes, dress shoes...how did a guy have more shoes than her?
    Only he didn’t, not really. He just kept them all in a pile down here next to the door, so they seemed like more. Her own shoes were kept in her closet, neatly arranged on a stand. Except for her walking shoes, apparently.
    Their house was a tall three-story, located far on the outskirts of town. Her stepfather, Archibald, didn't trust city living or city livers. As a result, his family—his stepdaughter Nora, his son Charlie, and his new young wife Annette—lived far from anything truly interesting. All the restaurants and stores were chains, and all the concerts were smooth jazz or holiday symphonies.
    In the kitchen, she heard her stepbrother Charlie and their stepmother Annette preparing food. The swinging door to the living room, and then to the kitchen, were arranged just so, and Nora could see clearly as Annette strutted toward Charlie from behind. She wore a tight white tee shirt, her glamorously sexy body on display in tiny blue shorts.
    “Do you think these shorts are too short, Charlie?”
    Charlie turned to look. He was a tall young man, muscular and handsome. Annette clearly was tugging her shorts up at him. She did a short turn and showed off her behind—tight and bubbly—and then even bent forward a bit on the counter.
    “I just...you know? Do you see? Like, I’m afraid they show too much leg.”
    “They show quite a lot,” said Charlie.
    Annette was everything Nora wasn’t. Blonde. Busty. Beautiful—or hot , really, in the way pornstars were hot. That was what her stepdad had wanted—a new hot babe to keep at his side. At twenty-three, Annette was only about five years older than the eighteen year-old Nora.
    Nora herself was slender, short. Her bust always felt too big on her short frame—with big 36D breasts that felt like they were going to topple her over in a strong wind. But boys seemed to like them; or at least, they did whenever she bothered to show them off, which wasn’t often. She didn’t like the attention of other men, really. Their attention always invited comparisons.
    Not comparisons of her to other girls. That wasn’t so bad. Men were always doing that. Nora ranked well enough, with her lovely blue eyes and thick, dark hair. But no, Nora’s problem was that the men who looked at her never were quite the type of Real Man she wanted to look at her. And the only Real Man she knew was absolutely, completely off-limits to her.
    The only Real Man she knew was her brother Charlie.
    From her position in the entry, Nora could see Charlie’s eyes eating up Annette’s form. Flashes of jealousy sparked in her chest, powering through the darkness of her mood. She tried to put them down, extinguish them somehow. What did she care who Charlie looked at?
    Even if it was their stepmother.
    Their beautiful, ex-glamour model stepmother who had only married Charlie’s father for his money. And in an obvious way, too—but Charlie’s dad didn’t seem to mind. He had plenty of money to pass around. Not that Nora ever got much of it. Nora’s mother, Jean, had died when Nora was quite young and Charlie’s father, Archibald, always seemed to take his frustration and grief out on Nora. She, Nora’s mother, had died right after marrying Archibald, in point of fact. Nora had leaned on Charlie for all those years afterward, needing someone to hear her, to help her soldier forward.
    Charlie never complained when Nora would show up in his room in the middle of the night, needing someone to hug or snuggle up against in the bed.