James grew up thinking he was an only child. He knew his dad was quite a flamboyant person in his younger days, but he never knew he fathered a daughter. On James’ 18th birthday, his father revealed a shocking news to him. His stepsister, will be joining the family because her mother has migrated, leaving her behind. At the age where hormones are raging, James was tortured at every turn by his cockteasing stepsister, Joan.
*Included in title is a link to a password locked page with all of Joan’s generated content. Dozens of pictures, more than 20 videos of various length. Used this character to test out the limits of how far i can go, how low i can make her bend without crossing the NSFW line*
Link and password at the end of the story
18 is a year i look forward to very much. I’m officially an adult, i can drink legally, i can go to the bars, the clubs. I can take my driving license. It was a period of my life that i look forward to very much.
I knew what my dad was getting me for my birthday.
A brand new top of the line gaming desktop. Liquid cooled system with running RGB lights, the best graphic card money can buy and a curved, in my face monitor for my gaming nights. It was everything an 18 year old could ask for.
What i did not expect however, was my dad had another surprise for me.
You see, my father was quite the flamboyant, charming man during his younger days. He was a racer, both car and motorcycles. Coming from a rather well to do family, he’s what you call someone born with a silver spoon. While the family’s wealth has dropped over the years due to mismanagement and inflation, it was still enough for him to live a comfortable life till he was 40. By then, he need to start driving a taxi for daily expenses.
My grandfather had the foresight though to include in his will that the landed property he left is not to be sold until i turn 35. Together with a lump sum of cash he put in a trust with stocks, my dad gets 2500 every month from the trust. Not a lot by today’s standard by when my grandfather planned for this in 1990, it’s quite a decent amount. Together with driving the taxi, and some stock dividends, the family lives quite comfortably, just that we don’t travel often aside from the occasional trip across the causeway.
My dad’s taxi though, looked out of place along the row of bungalows tucked along Coronation road, but he didn’t care. He was the happy go lucky guy that considers everyday a blessing.
House is fully paid, the trust takes care of the annual taxes, he only needs to pay for utilities and the occasional maintenance. What more can you ask for living in stressful Singapore?
About a month from before my birthday, my dad called in some contractors to renovate the guest room beside my room.
James : what’s happening?
Dad : Ermm…it’s complicated. let me try and sort things out first.
James : I don’t need a renovated room for my 18th birthday pa…
Dad : No la…it’s not that…ermm…let me sort this out first…
The next few nights, i caught my parents whispering softly to one another in the kitchen at night. They seemed to thread cautiously around me, and honestly, they were extra nice to me too.
The room was renovated, simple earth tone finish, basic build-in carpentry. Then i saw the super single bed being delivered.
First thing on my mind, was if my parents are getting a divorce and they plan to sleep separately.
My mother assured me that was not the case.
They kept avoiding my questions until they could not put off the inevitable anymore. Then they dropped the bomb on me.
On my 18th birthday no less.
Yes, the fucking desktop with the lights and bling bling was delivered to my room alright.
There was however, another delivery.
My parents were both standing at the gate and i looked at them from my room window. A vehicle pulled up to the gate, and i saw the driver helping with 3 suitcases.
Then the car door slid open and a beautiful, hot babe stepped out.
I’m not kidding when i say she’s hot. Yes, i know, to a 18 year old, anyone with boobs and ass is hot, but not in this case.
She is very pretty.
She stepped out of the car, and I swear, time just… stopped. Like, literally froze for a second. The sun hit her hair and it looked like something out of a music video—soft waves falling over her shoulder, kind of glowing in the light. She moved like she didn’t even know people were watching, or maybe she just didn’t care. That kind of confidence? Yeah, it hit me hard.
Like a fucking slap across my face.
She was wearing this white crop top that fit her just right, not like she was trying too hard—more like it was made for her. Her denim shorts showed off these long legs that looked like they belonged in a magazine, but she made it look so casual. Like she could’ve just thrown the outfit on without even thinking about it. A small necklace rested on her chest, simple but perfect, and these tiny earrings sparkled when she turned her head.
But it wasn’t just the way she looked—it was how she moved. Calm, smooth, like she was in her own little world and totally okay with it. Her eyes were sharp but warm, like she could read your whole story if she wanted to, and maybe laugh a little too. And when she looked in my direction,just a glance,my brain completely short-circuited.
There was no dramatic music or anything, but it felt like there should’ve been. I didn’t even know her name yet, but in that moment, I was completely gone.
And then i watch her glance turn into something else.
There was something dangerous in that gaze, something that made my stomach twist in a way I couldn’t explain. And then her lips curved into this slow, knowing smile—a smile that wasn’t just friendly or polite. No, it was something else entirely. It was the kind of smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she was enjoying every second of it.
Her head tilted slightly, her hair falling over one shoulder as her eyes narrowed just a fraction, like she was sizing me up. That smile didn’t fade; if anything, it grew wider, more deliberate. It wasn’t just a smile, it was a challenge, a fucking cock tease, a promise all rolled into one.
My heart started pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears, and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. She had this way of holding your attention, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
And then she did the unthinkable—she winked at me. Just a quick flick of her eyelid, but it hit me like a punch to the chest. My face burned, and I could feel the heat spreading down my neck. She turned away then, walking towards my waiting parents with a warm smile.
I immediately ran down the stairs to the living room.
What the fuck is going on?
Why is there this hot babe with her luggage at our gate?
I got to the ground floor just in time to see my parents walking in with the beautiful woman.
Dad : Ermmm…James…i have someone to introduce to you…
James: huh ?
My dad took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before gesturing to her.
Dad : This is Joan…your stepsister…
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