The morning was quiet, only the rays of the sun touching the curtains, when the door to the room creaked slowly. She walked in, barely touching the floor with her bare feet. Her stepsister stopped at the edge of the bed, her gaze playful and mysterious. The thin fabric of her robe glided smoothly over her body, exposing her collarbones. My breath caught for a moment as she sat down next to me, her hand resting on the covers, her fingers lightly touching the fabric as if by accident. "Are you awake?" she whispered with a slight smile...