Ivi Rein and Rika Fane have Plumbing Issues Only A Stepbrother Can Fix – S5:E1

Title: A Brother’s Duty: Ivi Rein and Rika Fane’s Plumbing Nightmare

It was a humid summer day when I, your kindly stepbrother, arrived at the house. My stepsisters Ivi Rein and Rika Fane were in quite the predicament. Their bathroom was flooding and they needed my help. I tossed my toolbag on the kitchen table, eager to lend a hand.

“Thank heavens you’re here,” Ivi sighed, leading me upstairs. “The toilet started bubbling and now the whole bathroom is filling up with sewage water.”

“Don’t worry, sister. I’ve got this,” I reassured her, stepping into the rancid pool. Rika clutched a tissue to her nose, her face a mask of disgust.

I got to work prying off the toilet seat. Upon closer inspection, I discovered the cause of the blockage – a tangle of panties! “Good Lord, do you two toss your unmentionables willy-nilly in here?”

Ivi blushed tomato red. “Uh, sometimes a girl’s in a rush you know? We’ll replace them – just fish that mess out!”

“No, I think I should call a professional…” I hinted, but they wouldn’t have it. I heaved a sigh and went to work untangling the damp lingerie clog.

As I grappled with the soggy fabric, a strange sensation overcame me. The musty scent of Ivi and Rika’s panties mixed with the stench of sewage sent my head spinning. A primal, forbidden urge rose within me as I pulled the soiled unmentionables free.

I clumsily wiped my grease-stained hands on the last article of clothing – a pair of snug, lacy red panties that seemed like they’d hug Rika’s curvy posterior perfectly. Ivi caught my eye, a knowing, almost daring glint in her azure depths. She saw my illicit thoughts written in my expression.

An awkward silence thickened the air as we stood there, sister and pseudo-brother, the aroma of unspeakable acts hanging thick. Rika, oblivious, thoughtfully chewed her plump lower lip, eyes on the damaged toilet. The impish imps in my brain whispered sordid suggestions. She’d look so damn cute with her mouth full…

Ivi, no stranger to my broaching boundaries, placed a slender hand on my arm and leaned in close. “We owe you one, April… Whatever you want…” She punctuated that breathy promise with a steel gaze, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my groin. Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to take her up on that offer.

But alas, just as I’d skipped a toe into that sinful water, Rika saved me from myself by breaking the spell. “April, can you fix it now? Please?”

So, with a heart heavy and head thick, I set to work, Ivi’s boon dangling like a carrot out of reach. Never in my wildest imaginings did I think plumbing a toilet would have me on the verge of breaching an unspeakable boundary. Girl’s got mad skills, I’ll give her that.

Alas, an hour later I had it working better than ever. Ivi gave me an air kiss, her lips brushing my stubbled jaw, sending a tingle down my spine. “You’re the best, April. Feel free to take a shower if you need…”

I slowly turned to find her meaningfully eyeing the bath they’d already managed to drain. Tread carefully, bro. I backed out of the bathroom like it were a minefield. Those two were pure, unadulterated temptation…

All that night I lay in my bed, cock throbbing, mind conjuring forbidden images of Rika and Ivi… their mouths, those luscious bodies. I’d gone from the nicest guy to the quintessential creepy stepbrother. My thoughts were illegal on nine states. I groaned into my pillow, wanking to the memories of my sisters’ inviting bodies soaked with sewage water and sweat.

Goddamn, I needed a new hobby. Preferably one involving fabric softener. One with fewer articles of female clothing teeming with bacteria. Anything to keep temptation at bay…