My Step Sister - Part 2 - Sex Stories

My Step Sister - Part 2

... later. The parents were going to a concert series down in the bay area for Friday and Saturday night. They asked us to watch our little half brother and we agreed to do so. After the parents left and Andrew was busy watching The Little Mermaid, I grabbed the brownies. My buddy had told me there were very strong, all the better I figured. I pulled one out and took a bite with Becky watching. "Would you like some?" I said quietly as not to get the attention of my little brother. "Are they . . . ?" "Yeah, and I figured no drinking around the little guy, but I don't want to be bored all night." "Ok, can I have a half a one?" "Sure" I gave her a bit larger than half a brownie, and ate my half slowly, wanting to gauge the potency. We moved to the couch lazily watching the movie with my brother. 20 or so minutes later Becky turned to look at me. I met her gaze and she mouthed to me "Holy fuck, I am fucked up!" and laughed. I laughed too, "No kidding, me too." By the end of the movie it had gotten dark outside and my brother was getting sleepy and grouchy. We put on another Disney flick and within a bit he was dozing. Becky strutted to the kitchen to cure her munchies. I followed her, my cock rock hard in my shorts. She went past the kitchen and into the laundry room where the pantry was located. She looked damn good from behind. She was wearing a faded fabric pink t-shirt and adidas soccer shorts that were blue. Her meaty but firm thighs were so smooth, and her knees rounded ...

... nicely. With her athletic legs you would expect fat knees, but hers were as attractive as the rest of her. Her legs were golden brown with a mid summer tan and her but, while not as pronounced as that of a Hispanic teen, was bulbous enough to show a visible shift up and down with each step. I loved how she walked toe to heel with each step, it caused her legs to flex with each step. Those cheerleader legs, so sexy and taut, her hips seemed so defined and her waist seemed to get impossibly small above them. Her t-shirt hugged her sides and the curve from them to her hips seemed to form a C. I could see the outline of her bra pressing through her shirt. Her light brown with blonde streaked hair was pulled up in a pony tail. It waved back and forth as she walked. As she turned the corner I caught the brief glimpse of her chest, her breasts were still only B's but in that one size too small t-shirt, they looked absolutely perfect for her frame, perky and round, which lead to excellent cleavage for the size. The laundry room was skinny, with the water heater in a closet, four sets of wood pantries and the washer, dryer and laundry sink. Becky had opened a pantry and was looking at the crackers. She had one fingernail in her teeth as she previewed the options. One foot was flat on the tile, the other was curled up onto the top side of her toes, her leg wagging at the knee. I just couldn't take it, I wanted her so badly. There wasn't much room behind her but I squeezed in and I could see ...