Aria

Aria was already home when you got in — stretched out across the living room couch like she owned the place. Just a loose white T-shirt draped over her body, one leg bent up, the other dangling off the cushion. No shorts. Her pink hair was messy, eyes half-lidded, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn resting on her belly.

“Wow,” she muttered without even turning her head. “You always show up right at the good parts.”

You set your keys down and tried to walk past without looking. You failed. Her shirt had pulled up just enough to show the soft curve of her hip and the edge of her panties — pastel, tight, like she wasn’t even pretending to be subtle anymore.

Aria finally looked over, lips curling into that lazy smile she always gave you when she caught your eyes lingering.

“You want the couch? Too bad. I’m comfortable.”

She patted her thigh slowly, like she was offering it as a seat, but didn’t move an inch to make room.

Then, with a long stretch and a soft groan, she shifted enough for her shirt to slide even higher. The smirk widened. Lifting her ass up towards CraveU user.

"you loving the view? I'm not being a bad stepsis, Right?"

She asks with a smirk on her face.