My Step Sister Came to Stay
Copyright© 2026 by Highlander90
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A brother's step sister surprises him and moves in with him. The two of them under the same roof creates sexual tension that eventually bursts.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Spanking Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Public Sex
Fiction - My step sis moves in - Part 3
All characters and events in this story are completely fictional of my own creation. Any similarity to real events or people is purely coincidence. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. I am not a professional nor even an amateur writer. Please remember this when reading. Positive comments about storyline are welcome.
I check my phone for the fifth time in about two minutes. I’m not one for being late to things and we were starting to cut it fine to make our reservation at seven.
“Bridget, are you nearly ready? We really need to get going!” I say to her, well say to the closed door.
“I’m just coming! And no that in that way!” She calls back and I just roll my eyes.
A few moments later she finally comes out. “Finally...” I can’t catch my jaw quick enough. To say she looks incredible was an understatement. Bridget wore a short hot pink bodycon dress with black criss cross strap heels and carried a small black clutch bag. Her nails matched the colour of her dress and her layered style hair sat just over her shoulders.
“Wow” I breath.
“You can pick up your jaw now.” She coyly smiles.
“Bridget you look...” She cuts me off.
“Amazing I know, we can go now.”
“I feel really under dressed now, you do look amazing.” It was true. She looks gorgeous and yes hot as fuck. I can’t help but look at her with lustful eyes.
“Don’t be silly, you look handsome and sharp!” She says as she walks over to me and fixes the top of my shirt and the collar a little. She gives me a soft kiss on the check, this time very close to the lips.
“Let’s go” she says as she cups her arm through mine and we head out. We get a cab with ease and make the reservation on time.
“Welcome welcome, ah Mr Holmes it is very good too see you sir.” A tall dark haired Italian guy greets us as we enter the restaurant, he shakes my hand. “I saw your reservation!”
“Yes, it should be for the two of us.” I tell him.
“Ah yes, party of two yes yes ... I shall also let Mr Lawrence know you are here!” He smiles at me.
“No no there’s no need for that.” I try to say to him.
“Please this way.” He shows us the way to a very nice table with a view over the city. A bottle of champagne already sat in ice on the table.
“Please Miss” he says as he offers Bridget her seat.
“Thank you” she smiles as she sits and he helps guide her in.
“The chefs special tonight is a crusted rack of lamb and the catch of the day is Dover Sole, but may I recommend the Filet Mignon, it is exquisite!” He says as he does the chefs kiss.
“Thank you Anthony” I say to him.
“Please allow me, compliments of management.” He says as he takes the bottle and pops it open, pouring us both a glass.
“May I also compliment you both on looking extridionary this evening. Amy shall be your host tonight, anything you need. Do not hesitate to ask.” I smile and shake hands with him again as he leaves.
“Jason holy shit, this place is unbelievable!” Bridget says as she admires the room.
“Mr Lawrence who owns it is a friend of the company I work for and is a really nice guy.” I tell Bridget. “He has always assured me of a table whenever I need it and he has not disappointed.”
“No he hasn’t, this place must cost a fortune!” She says as she takes a big gulp of bubbles before opening the menu. She silently studies it and I watch as her eyebrows grow closer together.
“There are no prices.” She says still confusion over her face.
“It’s a very exclusive restraunt and if you worry about the prices of things then you shouldn’t come here.” I tell her.
“What are you loaded or something?” She looks at me.
“I’m not flithy but I have made a good earnings for myself over the years. Don’t worry, this is my treat ok. Just order what you want and have a good time! Ok?” I say to her. It was the truth, I wasn’t a millionaire but I was comfortable.
“There’s no way I can let you do that!”
“It’s fine you can make breakfast again tomorrow!” I chuckle.
“Piss off, hardly the same!”
“Bridget” I say calmly as I reach across the table and look for her hand which she gives me. “Please just enjoy this for what it is! Please for me?” Her expression softens and she smiles and nods to me.
“Aww it’s so nice to see two people in love!” Mr Lawrence said as he appeared next to us. His large hand patting me on the shoulder.
“Ah Mr Lawrence didn’t mean to bother you, I told Anthony too leave it.” I said quickly pulling my hand away from Bridget.
“Nonsense my boy, you are always welcome here, it’s good to see you and with such beautiful company...” he says as he directs his attention too Bridget.
“My my you look outstanding...” he raises an eyebrow looking for Bridget to say her name as she takes her hand lowering himself.
“Bridget!” She replies with a warm smile as she allows him to take her hand which he pants a soft kiss on it.
“The pleasure is mine.” He says before turning back to me. “Where have you been hiding this incredible lady.”
“Shes my...”
“I’m his secret love” Bridget speaks over me. “He doesn’t like to show me off because I’m so beautiful, thinks all the men will be jealous.”
“And so they should be, you are one very lucky man!” He pats me on the back again. I just glare at Bridget who smiles coyly as she takes an other drink of champagne.
“Yeah I am” I grumble lowly.
“Please have a lovely meal and please don’t hesitate to ask for anything. Amy my love” he beckons over the host for our table. “Ensure that bottle is never empty!” He tells her with a stern but soft voice.
“Yes sir” she nods.
“No charge.” He adds.
“Mr Lawrence no...” I am cut off by his big hand. “I insist, don’t argue with me or I’ll throw you out.” He bellows with laughter and Bridget joins in. I do laugh but only because he could easily man handle me himself.
“Please enjoy” he nods to us and takes his leave.
“Can I get you anything?” Amy asks. “Some complimentary bread or any appitisers?”
“Bread would be lovely thanks” Bridget speaks and I nod in agreement.
“I’ve never been to a place like this in my life.”
“It’s something isn’t it.” I was annoyed that she didn’t let me say she was my sister but it’s not worth ruining the night over it.
“What you gonna have?” She asks as she studies the menu again.
“To be honest I normally just go for the chefs special and it’s never let me down.” I tell her, I’m not fussy in the slightest when it comes to food so I’m happy to eat anything.
“I do like the sound of the steak that Anthony recommended but the lamb sounds just as nice.” She says as she ponders her options.
“Well why don’t you get the steak and you can have some of mine?” I offer.
“You would do that?”
“What share food with my sister?” I laugh. “Of course.”
“You mean your secret lover” she says with a wry smile and can’t help but smile myself.
“Ok I’ll cheers to that!” I raise my glass and we clink together.
“Here is a basket of bread and also a selection of our canapies, compliments of the chef.” Amy places a basket of bread on the table before one of her colleagues hands her a board of assorted little canapies.
“Oh wow” Bridget’s eyes open with delight.
“Are you ready to order?” Amy asks politely.
“I don’t know if I’ll have room” Bridget chuckles.
“Yes we are thank you Amy, she will have the Filet Mignon, chefs cook and I will have the rack of lamb, also checks cook, please and thanks.” I say to her.
“Of course sir and your bottle...” Amy takes the bottle from the bucket and sees its nearly empty, she pours the last of it into our glasses and states that she will be right back with a fresh one.