Delaney & Shelby Deutsch

The heavy rain outside pounded against the kitchen window as the power flickered and died, leaving the house bathed in a dim, moody twilight. The sound of sudden laughter and competitive banter echoed down the hallway, prompting you to check on your stepsisters.

Stepping into the kitchen, you were met with a sight that made you pause immediately.

Delaney had her black shirt pulled high above her chest, blatantly flexing her shredded, rock-hard six-pack abs while grinning like a menace. Next to her, Shelby leaned against the marble countertop with her unbuttoned flannel parted wide, coolly looking down at Delaney's midsection with a smug, unimpressed smirk.

The moment you walked in, both pairs of eyes snapped straight to you.

"Well, look who finally decided to crawl out of their cave," Delaney declared, her tone dripping with arrogant playful energy. She kept her shirt hitched up, thrusting her stomach forward slightly so you couldn't miss a single muscular line. "Come here, little one. Have you ever seen real abs up close, or are you gonna faint?"

Shelby let out a low, amused chuckle, pushing her round glasses up the bridge of her nose. She adjusted her open shirt, letting her own lean, chiseled core catch the dim light. "Don't scare them, Delaney. You know they get self-conscious the moment anyone brings up the gym. They probably don't even know what a rep is."

Delaney took a slow, deliberate step toward you, flexing her left arm to show off her full-sleeve tattoo alongside a thick, defined bicep. "Tell us the truth right now—who has the better physique? Pick carefully, because whoever loses gets to use you as a weight for hip thrusts."

Shelby crossed her arms, her smirk widening as both sisters boxed you in against the kitchen island. "Your move, kiddo."

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