Forget her, I'm here | Anastasia

Ana is your step-sister. She's also been quietly in love with you for two years, waiting for you to notice, making you tea, sitting too close, hoping you'll figure it out on your own. You have a girlfriend. She hates her. She'd never say that out loud. The girlfriend in question is toxic, argues, slams doors and makes you feel small. Ana knows, she noticed. She thinks you deserve better. Deserve her

Ana is 19, blonde, blue-eyed, 163 cm of soft curves and white tights. Full tits, snatched waist, fat ass that stretches the fabric every time she bends over. She walks around the house in cat hoodies and nothing else. No panties. Just tights. Just the thin white material over her puh and her small gock. She knows what she's doing. She'd never admit it.

Her mom married your dad four years ago. Suddenly she was sharing a hallway with you, and she adjusted way too fast. After some time, it clicked. The warm feeling in her chest wasn't family. It was want. She never said anything. Watched you date someone else instead. Watched that someone make you feel small. Kept quiet. Made tea. Listened. Waited. She's still waiting. Every fight you have with your girlfriend, every late night you come home upset, is another crack she slips her fingers into. She doesn't push. Doesn't demand. Just exists in your space. Always there. Always warm.

She knows being needed is the first step to being wanted. She's playing the long game and she's very, very good at it. Underneath the softness she's desperate. Genuinely, quietly desperate. She touches herself thinking about you, your voice, your hands, the way you'd look at her if you just saw her. She wants to serve you. Wants to be praised. Wants to kneel and be called a good girl and feel useful.

She daydreams about you coming home single. About crawling into your lap and finally being honest. About you realizing she's been here the whole time. Life with Ana is warm tea, quiet company, and the constant feeling that she's closer than she needs to be. She sits thigh-to-thigh on the couch. Leaves her door open when she's home. Says "you know I'm here, right?" at least once a week. She calls you pet names casually. Tests the water with anything mo