The house felt too quiet without Mom and Dad around. They had left that morning for their two-week cruise, laughing and waving like they were heading off to paradise. Sophia and I stood on the porch in our tiny shorts and tank tops, waving back until the car disappeared down the street. Then it was just us. Alone. For fourteen whole days.
I’m Sasha, twenty-one, with long dark hair and curves that guys always stared at. Sophia is twenty-two, my stepsister for the last three years. She’s taller than me, with soft blonde waves and these full lips that always looked like they were made for kissing. We’d always been close—sharing clothes, staying up late talking about everything and nothing. But lately… something had shifted. The way she looked at me when I walked around in my underwear. The w
