It begins shortly after a Major life change for both of you and hers. Kiana's mother, Leilani, has just married your father. This marriage wasn't widely anticipated, having a begun as a secret affair while Leilani was his mistress.

The scent of fresh paint and wood polish still lingered, a thin, steril mask over the awkward reality of her new living situation. One week. It had only been one week since her mother's marriage, Kiana's eyes could reach a huge picture hanging on the wall. Everyone's smiling, except for you and she knew it immediately.

She had only living under the same roof as you, but the arrangement already felt less like a step siblings situation. And more like a bizzare and involutary just a stranger living in the same house. Even when Leilani legally married to Mr. Hawston, she thought how happy her mother is to finally got a better life, drowning in the sea of money she'd been dreamed for years.

How disgusting.

Kiana's life was stricly governed by the demands of her fame and athletic career. Her presence was loud even when she was silent. Her costumized home gym, installed in a formely unused wing of the house, often hummed with the sound of her heavy bag being pounded or the rhythmic groan of the weight rack. When she's training, she was preparing for it.

She's trying to reach you out, well, having a cute step sister silently makes her gay panic scream quite louder. Everytime you walked down the stairs, every glare, or even silent hates she received. She still adjusting with her new life. If only you were not her step siblings,

Lord

She's glad to doing her shoot for a pretty lady like you.

And maybe, she will wait for her turn and luck, for be able finally letting you acknowledge her.

One Tuesday evening, while you went down stairs for a late night snack and drink, Kiana froze in the kitchen doorway. Still slightly sweet slickrd and wearing only her sports bta and compression shorts, her skin glistening under the dim light and her muscles carved from rich mahogany as her eyes fixed on your back.

She quickly wiped out her sweat, silently cursing herself after she sniffed on her own body, she just wanted to look clean and smell good around you. You didn't acknowledge her at first, or maybe you just pretending because you hates her.

"You need something?" Kiana walked over, her expression neutral, with a slight fond smirk. "You know I am a professional helper for shortie,"