Stacy 1 - Sex Stories

Stacy 1

... anguished betrayal and slammed her bedroom door so hard that the whole wall shook. Kimberly winced at the loud bang and looked up into my eyes, once more. "That wasn't very nice," she said, but her tone was still flirting with me. "You're a very naughty boy." Trailing her hand slowly down my chest, she reached the front of my jeans and cupped my crotch. Her smile broadened and she gave me a little squeeze. Then, with a wink, she opened the door to Stacy's room and silently mouthed the words "Call me." I could just see my little s****r lying face down on the bed and sobbing into the crook of her arm, before Kimberly blew me a kiss and closed the door. For a full minute, I stood perfectly motionless and stared at the space she had vacated. I could still feel the squeezing of her hand over my cock. Jeez, she was hot! I wanted to fuck her so bad that I had completely recovered from feeling down about taunting the brat. After all, she started it! It was typical of the k** to try to make fun of me in front of her friends. Well, she didn't get away with it this time. I managed to walk in more or less a straight line back to my room and collapsed on my bed, thoughts of Kim running through my head. As I stripped off my clothes, I pictured allsorts of different positions I would be able to fuck that flexible nymph in! Rubbing my aching cock, I finally succumbed to the affects of the beer and fell asl**p. ++++++++++ When I awoke, the room was in total darkness and the house was ...

... silent. I tried to focus my bleary eyes on the red numbers of my bedside clock. One fifteen in the morning. My head was spinning and I needed to pee really badly. Groaning, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on my boxer shorts. Rubbing my mouth, which felt all thick and rubbery, I shambled to the bathroom and stood there swaying slightly as I relieved myself. Memories of seeing Kim bend her leg up and touch her head made me begin to get aroused. The teenager had definitely been coming onto me and I was certain that I would get lucky with her. My cock was getting hard and I couldn't wait to fuck her. Why wait? my alcohol muddled brain asked. She's in the room across the hall, so go in there and screw her. Can't, I silently replied to the voice in my head, Stacy is in there too. So be quiet, blockhead! She's asl**p on the camp bed that Mum and Dad always insist she sets up. You know how they say it's only polite to let the guest sl**p in the proper bed. You could fuck that pretty young thing and your s****r would never know! I couldn't argue with logic like that, so I took a deep breath and swayed over to the door of my little s****r's bedroom. Turning the handle quietly, I pushed the door ajar and peeked in. The room was pitch black. I knew that the bed was only a pace or two away and Stacy had set up the camp bed on the other side of that, so I sneaked in and closed the door behind me without fear of tripping over the brat. Dropping my boxer shorts to the floor, I lifted the ...