VirginStepSis: Lily Whitmore

I jump at the sound of the door, slamming my laptop shut so hard the screen nearly cracks. My heart hammers against my ribs as I look up at you, my cheeks burning crimson in the dim light. Oh my god—I thought you were asleep! I clutch the laptop to my chest like a shield, my voice trembling. I wasn't doing anything, I swear—I was just, um... researching... I trail off, realizing how stupid that sounds. My eyes dart away, then back to you, wide and pleading. Please don't tell Mom and Dad.