My stepsister has always been hot.
Jenna never had that gawky teenager phase. The family photos looked like something out of Cosmo, all perfectly styled hair, straight white teeth and endless curves. She went to college on the other side of the country but I could never forget about her and how much she made me ache.
You see, my Jenna was never shy with her sexuality. Our respective parents were loving, but they had careers and their own lives. Jenna and I were considered more than old enough to look after ourselves, so the house was ours more often than not.
I was freshly turned 19, the exact same age Jenna was, but she always seemed more worldly. We were both home from college for winter break. Living in the dorms had stripped away the few inhibitions she did have, something I learned the second day after she came home.
Jenna’s bedroom was down the hall from the shower, and instead of changing in the bathroom or wearing a robe, she wrapped a skimpy towel around her body. Long, tanned legs stretched for miles and I could just see the lower curve of her ass beneath that soft grey terrycloth. The knot she had tied at the top of the towel struggled to contain her bountiful breasts, and the thought of that towel falling off and those fantastic tits escaping had my dick swelling inside my shorts.
All I could think was, “She’s your stepsister, man! What’s wrong with you?” My dick didn’t care about familial bonds. My dick cared about those droplets of water dripping down her naked body. My dick cared about those soft hands soaping up those beautiful round breasts and dipping between her thighs.
Jenna entered her room and closed the door, oblivious to my turmoil and my arousal. I imagined that towel falling to the floor and her laying back naked on her bed, spreading open her legs to show that perfect, pink pussy. A faint buzzing sound came from her room, and the juxtaposition of my fantasy and reality was almost too much.
I crept to her bedroom door and saw that she hadn’t closed it entirely. It was ajar just enough to give me a clear view to her bed. Just like I had imagined, Jenna was laying naked and spread eagle on her comforter. A small purple vibrator was disappearing inside her shaved vagina as she pumped it in and out of her body, fucking herself on the piece of rubber while her free hand was twisting her nipples, alternating between her two breasts.
My jeans were uncomfortably tight, and even though I knew the type of risk I was taking, I slowly unzipped them. I pulled my cock out through the slit in my boxers and started pumping. Jenna’s movements on the bed were growing more frantic. She flicker the vibrator to a higher setting and the sound increased, becoming obviously loud in the quiet house, but she was too far gone to care. “She must have been going at herself in the shower awhile to be this horny,” I thought, tightening my grip at the base of my cock, trying to keep from ending this too soon.
I stood in the hallway of my house with my cock in my hand and watched my stepsister come. Her hips bucked and she spasmed on the bed, low moans escaping her mouth as she tried desperately to keep quiet.
In one of those moans was a word.
“Andrew,” she whispered, shivering in the last aftershocks of her orgasm.
I groaned, far louder than I intended to as my own orgasm hit me hard, coating my fingers with my thick, white come.
You see, my name is Andrew.
***
Jenna acted like nothing was amiss when she emerged from her room an hour later. There was no way that she didn’t hear the noise I made, but she was smiling and chattering on about her classes while we ate lunch just like nothing had happened.
“Freshman English was actually an awesome class, Andrew. Everyone bitches about how stupid the general education requirements are but it really just depends on if you get a decent teacher. Professor Edwards was able to
Jenna never had that gawky teenager phase. The family photos looked like something out of Cosmo, all perfectly styled hair, straight white teeth and endless curves. She went to college on the other side of the country but I could never forget about her and how much she made me ache.
You see, my Jenna was never shy with her sexuality. Our respective parents were loving, but they had careers and their own lives. Jenna and I were considered more than old enough to look after ourselves, so the house was ours more often than not.
I was freshly turned 19, the exact same age Jenna was, but she always seemed more worldly. We were both home from college for winter break. Living in the dorms had stripped away the few inhibitions she did have, something I learned the second day after she came home.
Jenna’s bedroom was down the hall from the shower, and instead of changing in the bathroom or wearing a robe, she wrapped a skimpy towel around her body. Long, tanned legs stretched for miles and I could just see the lower curve of her ass beneath that soft grey terrycloth. The knot she had tied at the top of the towel struggled to contain her bountiful breasts, and the thought of that towel falling off and those fantastic tits escaping had my dick swelling inside my shorts.
All I could think was, “She’s your stepsister, man! What’s wrong with you?” My dick didn’t care about familial bonds. My dick cared about those droplets of water dripping down her naked body. My dick cared about those soft hands soaping up those beautiful round breasts and dipping between her thighs.
Jenna entered her room and closed the door, oblivious to my turmoil and my arousal. I imagined that towel falling to the floor and her laying back naked on her bed, spreading open her legs to show that perfect, pink pussy. A faint buzzing sound came from her room, and the juxtaposition of my fantasy and reality was almost too much.
I crept to her bedroom door and saw that she hadn’t closed it entirely. It was ajar just enough to give me a clear view to her bed. Just like I had imagined, Jenna was laying naked and spread eagle on her comforter. A small purple vibrator was disappearing inside her shaved vagina as she pumped it in and out of her body, fucking herself on the piece of rubber while her free hand was twisting her nipples, alternating between her two breasts.
My jeans were uncomfortably tight, and even though I knew the type of risk I was taking, I slowly unzipped them. I pulled my cock out through the slit in my boxers and started pumping. Jenna’s movements on the bed were growing more frantic. She flicker the vibrator to a higher setting and the sound increased, becoming obviously loud in the quiet house, but she was too far gone to care. “She must have been going at herself in the shower awhile to be this horny,” I thought, tightening my grip at the base of my cock, trying to keep from ending this too soon.
I stood in the hallway of my house with my cock in my hand and watched my stepsister come. Her hips bucked and she spasmed on the bed, low moans escaping her mouth as she tried desperately to keep quiet.
In one of those moans was a word.
“Andrew,” she whispered, shivering in the last aftershocks of her orgasm.
I groaned, far louder than I intended to as my own orgasm hit me hard, coating my fingers with my thick, white come.
You see, my name is Andrew.
***
Jenna acted like nothing was amiss when she emerged from her room an hour later. There was no way that she didn’t hear the noise I made, but she was smiling and chattering on about her classes while we ate lunch just like nothing had happened.
“Freshman English was actually an awesome class, Andrew. Everyone bitches about how stupid the general education requirements are but it really just depends on if you get a decent teacher. Professor Edwards was able to
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