Touch you | Winrina

6

Karina still can't believe she actually fucked Winter.

It's been several days and she's been actively avoiding her step sister. A title that makes bile rise to her throat. Fortunately, they don't exactly have an opportunity to discuss what happened. Her father and Ms Narae come back from a trip only to announce they're leaving in two weeks again. Something about securing an international deal in Japan. Neither Winter nor Karina are particularly surprised. They simply nod and shrug noncommittally when her father lets them know over dinner, trying his best to sound apologetic. "It's business season," he says, "Karina knows how it is. Right, Rina?"

Karina hates any variation of her name, and she knows 'business season' has lasted seventeen years and is still going strong. But she keeps those thoughts to herself and only nods, not meeting Winter's eyes. She's been doing that a lot. Or not doing that a lot.

How exactly does one look their step sibling in the eye after they fucked their brains out?

She's yet to find the answer so she keeps her eyes downcast, slowly chewing and swallowing. Winter, on the other hand, keeps the conversation going; mostly with snide remarks that their parents don't see through, either not understanding or not caring enough about the hidden malice behind faux politeness. In Karina's humble opinion, the dinner is a disaster but the adults appear unfazed by the silent tension. Maybe that tension is felt by her and no one else?

But Winter's gaze burns through her, dark and heavy, and she has her answer. She's not sure she likes it.

"Thank you, dear," her father says pleasantly. Karina's eyes automatically raise to his face but his are trained on His fiancée with something akin to fondness in them. "Dinner was delicious."

Karina has to admit it was. Ms Narae quickly adapted to their particular diet and learned to cook highly nutritional, boring food but with added personal touch. Her own cooking is still better, of course, but Ms Narae's a fast learner. She might miss her a tiny bit when she's gone. The woman doesn't crowd her and doesn't try to become the mother Karina's never had. She did have a mom. She doesn't remember her, but she did have a mom. And Ms Narae respects that.

She steals a glance at Winter. Her step sister is staring at her practically full plate with barely hidden contempt. Ms Narae tried to gently chide her for not eating, but Winter's cheeky response about stocking up on protein earlier sent Karina into a coughing fit as she tried not to gag. Then Ms Narae was too busy asking if there was something wrong with her meal to pay attention to a smirking Winter. Karina managed to wheeze out an 'it's fine, I'm fine', casting a discreet glare at her step sister. The blonde winked and she locked her jaw, looking away.

That was low-class even for Winter, honestly.

Before leaving the table, her father decides to make it even worse. "Oh," he says suddenly, as if remembering something, "You mentioned something about protein, Winter? Protein-based diet should be threaded carefully, but with the right knowledge it's very beneficial. I might have a recipe book somewhere. I can look for it if you want." When Ms Narae gives him a thankful smile, Karina gets the reasoning behind her dad's sudden interest in Winter's diet.

Karina's merely grateful she's not eating at the moment because she's sure she would've choked on her broccoli.

She glances at Winter again and the blonde is barely containing her laughter. "Oh, um," she stutters with a wide smile. "That's really nice of you to offer, Mr. Yu, but I'm thinking of switching to something else. To, um," she throws a look Karina's way, full of unspoken words, "honey."

Her father blinks. "A diet based on... honey?"

It's been a while since Karina had the urge this strong to ram a fork in her eye. Winter is biting her lips, trying to hide the grin threatening to break out.