search for a girl with his hungry eyes surveying the scene. I just stand there and think about the thought I had. The one about my stepsister. The thought that simultaneously made my cock hard and made me feel like I was going to spew my dinner all over the nice sweater I was wearing.
What the fuck is wrong with you, man?
I’ve been lucky. Blessed with a lucrative entrepreneurial career and a good social life, other than the times I get in my weird loner spells. I’ve got a shit ton of money and could spend it like a mad man if I wanted to. I could rent a private jet every fucking day of the week. But I’m not going to sit here and brag to myself silently. I just… I just need to get myself together and remind myself to live in the moment, conquer these nasty perverted little thoughts…
Fuck’s sake, I can’t help it. I want her and she wants me and we’ve both known this for months now .
I lean up against the wall and take a deep breath. I’m not the anxiety-prone type, but this is one of those rare situations. My glass is empty and I wish it was still full. I don’t feel like walking over to the bartender because I feel like she’ll see the weirdness in my expression and somehow be able to read me. She’ll be able to read my thoughts and get into my head and see that I want to fuck my….
My stepsister .
Christ, she’s so sexy. I can’t stop lying to myself, and it’s not that big of a deal… I guess. We’re not blood related or anything, so it’s not that weird… But we grew up together, lived in the same household… I don’t know if I’ll be able to just be so… Casual about that. How would I even bring it up to her?
I take another deep breath and nod my head. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m just hot for my stepsister – the girl I’ve known for-fucking-ever. What’s not to be attracted to, anyway? She’s got the plumpest ass, the nicest breasts… Her skin’s like porcelain, so smooth and perfect. And that hair? Fuck, it’s like looking at silk.
“Dude, check out that one.” Brett eyeballs me and then quickly jerks his head back toward the direction in which he’s not so discreetly pointing.
I glance up without an ounce of interest. Still lost in my thoughts, the promise of the night has turned sour and all I’m left with are filthy forbidden thoughts of the girl I was brought up with, and just when my eyes lock into the position in which Brett is pointing, I see her. My stepsister, dead center of the room.
“Oh… Um… That’s, uh. That’s off limits man.” My voice is shrill and I clear my throat, “Yeah, buddy. That’s the stepsister right there.”
He looks back at me with wide eyes, “No fuckin’ way. Dayummmmm , my friend. She is nice. She’s a real peach.”
“Off limits, Brett.” I rasp.
He takes a step back, “Okay, okay,” He mumbles defensively, puffing like a madman on his e-cigarette, “Just had to check… I mean… Shit . Dude, you guys aren’t blood related, her being step and all… Level with me, pal. You ever….?”
My eyes bore a hole in his face. He shuts up immediately and gulps softly, then turns his head and changes the topic of conversation. Whatever he’s talking about, I don’t hear it. It all sounds like mumbles to me blended in with the heavy thump of the bass. I stand up instinctively and feel like I’m in a dream as I walk over to Miranda. I pass through the crowd of people dancing drunkenly as she grows closer and closer… She’s wearing an outfit I haven’t seen, but that’s not surprising because I don’t usually go out drinking with her.
Cute black skirt, tight around that big ass of hers, and showing off her ample cleavage. Nice. I see she’s getting hit on by a big guy and that isn’t nice. No, it actually makes me really mad. Time to play the defensive brother, although that’s not my real end game here….
“ Hey sis .” I say loudly, making sure the big
What the fuck is wrong with you, man?
I’ve been lucky. Blessed with a lucrative entrepreneurial career and a good social life, other than the times I get in my weird loner spells. I’ve got a shit ton of money and could spend it like a mad man if I wanted to. I could rent a private jet every fucking day of the week. But I’m not going to sit here and brag to myself silently. I just… I just need to get myself together and remind myself to live in the moment, conquer these nasty perverted little thoughts…
Fuck’s sake, I can’t help it. I want her and she wants me and we’ve both known this for months now .
I lean up against the wall and take a deep breath. I’m not the anxiety-prone type, but this is one of those rare situations. My glass is empty and I wish it was still full. I don’t feel like walking over to the bartender because I feel like she’ll see the weirdness in my expression and somehow be able to read me. She’ll be able to read my thoughts and get into my head and see that I want to fuck my….
My stepsister .
Christ, she’s so sexy. I can’t stop lying to myself, and it’s not that big of a deal… I guess. We’re not blood related or anything, so it’s not that weird… But we grew up together, lived in the same household… I don’t know if I’ll be able to just be so… Casual about that. How would I even bring it up to her?
I take another deep breath and nod my head. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m just hot for my stepsister – the girl I’ve known for-fucking-ever. What’s not to be attracted to, anyway? She’s got the plumpest ass, the nicest breasts… Her skin’s like porcelain, so smooth and perfect. And that hair? Fuck, it’s like looking at silk.
“Dude, check out that one.” Brett eyeballs me and then quickly jerks his head back toward the direction in which he’s not so discreetly pointing.
I glance up without an ounce of interest. Still lost in my thoughts, the promise of the night has turned sour and all I’m left with are filthy forbidden thoughts of the girl I was brought up with, and just when my eyes lock into the position in which Brett is pointing, I see her. My stepsister, dead center of the room.
“Oh… Um… That’s, uh. That’s off limits man.” My voice is shrill and I clear my throat, “Yeah, buddy. That’s the stepsister right there.”
He looks back at me with wide eyes, “No fuckin’ way. Dayummmmm , my friend. She is nice. She’s a real peach.”
“Off limits, Brett.” I rasp.
He takes a step back, “Okay, okay,” He mumbles defensively, puffing like a madman on his e-cigarette, “Just had to check… I mean… Shit . Dude, you guys aren’t blood related, her being step and all… Level with me, pal. You ever….?”
My eyes bore a hole in his face. He shuts up immediately and gulps softly, then turns his head and changes the topic of conversation. Whatever he’s talking about, I don’t hear it. It all sounds like mumbles to me blended in with the heavy thump of the bass. I stand up instinctively and feel like I’m in a dream as I walk over to Miranda. I pass through the crowd of people dancing drunkenly as she grows closer and closer… She’s wearing an outfit I haven’t seen, but that’s not surprising because I don’t usually go out drinking with her.
Cute black skirt, tight around that big ass of hers, and showing off her ample cleavage. Nice. I see she’s getting hit on by a big guy and that isn’t nice. No, it actually makes me really mad. Time to play the defensive brother, although that’s not my real end game here….
“ Hey sis .” I say loudly, making sure the big
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