Teen Wolf Step-Brother - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Teen Wolf Step-Brother - Chapter 1

... Now, it was a near-constant need. If I didn’t cum two, three, even four times a day, I couldn’t sleep. I’d just lay there, tossing back and forth, remembering the look of Brandon’s cock, the feeling of it in my mouth, the taste… Finally, Mom left—it was some important function at her work, else I know that she’d never have left me alone in the house with my step-brother. But I wasn’t going to do anything…I was a grown woman, and perfectly capable of staying out of trouble. Even though I knew that Brandon’s cock was only two rooms away, and that no one would ever know if I sneaked in for just one more taste… No. I was an adult. An adult with full, firm breasts that I was sure Brandon had noticed. How could he not? Since I’d turned eighteen, I was practically bursting out of my tops…even some of the teachers had begun to stare. Perhaps that was what had gotten him so worked up in the first place, thinking about my cleavage. Maybe he wanted to sink his thick cock between my boobs as much as I wanted him to… I shook my head, trying not to let such insidious thoughts enter my brain. I had homework to do. Homework that was totally unrelated to sneaking into Brandon’s room, opening the door without him ...

... noticing, letting the sweaty, thumping music sink into my brain, stripping off for him and letting him fuck me… Not staying in my room was definitely a bad move. But I knew that if I tried to do homework on my bed, it would inevitably lead to self-pleasure, and when my head was thick with lust it would be difficult to resist going into Brandon’s room and helping him, the poor boy, so horny, in need of a girl’s touch…in need of his sexy, turned-on sister’s touch. So I’d gone to the kitchen, and really tried to concentrate. But math problems quickly turned into sexual hypotheticals: how many times could Brandon fuck me before we passed out from exhaustion? How many times could he cum in each of my holes? How deep could I take his cock before I started choking, and would my pussy be able to stretch to accommodate his length…? And that’s how Brandon had found me. He’d stepped out of his room for a snack—since the transformation, he eats more than the rest of the house put together—and found me with my eyes shut, at the kitchen table, one hand buried between my legs, the other up my shirt, desperately groping at my breast, panting his name… --- Support my writing and get more stories at http://patreon.com/pan