What is stepbro chris and stepsis reader doing right now?
SUNDAY, 9:30 a.m. 🕤
"Hurry up!" Chris exclaims, his voice bouncing off the tile flooring and echoing throughout the hallway, his fist angrily clenched as he pounds on the locked bathroom door with a sense of urgency. "I don't have all damn day. And no one cares what ya look like anyway!" He adds, tone laced with irritation, his jaw twitching with impatience.
Inside, his stepsister is meticulously applying mascara to top off her makeup look. "Be out in a sec," she calls out, her voice drifting through the barrier, casual and dismissive, almost mocking. With a deliberate unhurried pace, she twists the applicator back onto the tube, a teasing smirk dancing across her lips as she gazes at her reflection in the mirror. She smooths out her uniform, plucking a piece of lint from her apron and flicking it onto the floor.
The door handle jiggles under Chris' frustrated grip. "Let me in, dammit. I'm late to meet the guys for basketball."
She scoffs disdainfully. "Should've woken up earlier I guess."
"C'mon. I don't have time for this. I got shit to do," he barks back, shaking the door knob once more, trying to force his way in. She leisurely applies a layer of chapstick, taking her sweet time as Chris bangs on the door again.
Finally, she swings opens the door to her furious stepbrother, his hair disheveled from having just woken up and cheeks flushed with frustration. He's standing there, tensed jaw, shirtless, only in red plaid pajama bottoms that are low slung on his hips, his Calvin Klein underwear peeking out of the waistband.
"Not even time for a quickie?" She teases him, her freshly moisturized lips turned up into a cocky smile, one eye brow raised as she crosses her arms over her chest. Chris' gaze dances over her as angst, desire, and something a bit darker brews behind his blue eyes.
"Suddenly, my schedule just opened up," Chris grins, leaning up against the frame of the door. His cock twitches to life in his pajama bottoms as he plays out the scenario in his mind - lifting her up by her ass and fucking her on the bathroom sink, her fingernails on his back and her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Oh, what a shame. I'm actually running late for work, so I gotta go," she replies with indifference, pushing past him and interrupting his fantasies.
"Hey! Wait," Chris groans, reaching out and grabbing her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. "Are you serious? You gonna just tease me like that?" He asks in a softer voice, pulling her body into his while simultaneously driving his hips into hers, forcing a pouty look on his face as he tries to garner her sympathy.
The tension hangs thick in the air as she feels his bulge resting between the two of them, a mischevious smile curling on her lips at how easily riled up he is.
"I really gotta go. Sorry," she taunts him, pulling away and giving him a flirtatious wink before turning around and heading out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Chris sighs heavily, running his fingers through his messy hair, staring down at the tent that's formed in his pants, knowing he's going to be even more late now due to the predicament she left him to take care of first.
p.s. I'm still on my break from writing technically, but y'all always ask about them so I wanted to give you some stepbro!chris crumbs. Might answer more "what are so & so doing right now?" if y'all keep asking for them. 💖
