THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... awakened to find my clean underwear stained with my semen. Shit! Two pairs of soiled underwear in just a few hours...this was too much. I needed to fuck her. I still didn't know what to make of it all...I knew that it was "wrong", but I wanted it. All of it. I wanted to fuck my step-s****r! I would never f***e myself on her, not in a million years, but goddamn how I wanted her. I wanted her badly. Still, if all we had were peep shows and voyeurism, I would be fine with that, but...fuck! I really wanted more. I wanted to be inside her. I had never fucked anyone before, and I lusted after a few girls at school, but dammit all, I wanted her. I wanted her to be my first. I wanted to feel her twat wrapped around my cock. I wanted to frig her clit while I pounded into her. I wanted to cum inside her. Maybe that's what she meant by "something special"? I could only hope, as I got out of bed and changed my underwear, then went back to bed. I stayed awake just thinking about what she must be like to fuck...and I started to get hard again. My right hand went beneath my shorts and I started to diddle the head of my penis...and then fatigue and the remainder of the beer took hold, and I was fast asl**p once more. She awakened me by gently knocking on my door. "Want some breakfast?" she asked with a voice that was as sweet as a songbird's. My hand was still in my underwear, resting on the head of my morning wood. With her voice outside, I could easily have rubbed out another one, but I ...

... remembered what she had said about picking things up in the morning. I wanted it to last, so I sat up and stretched, then rubbed my eyes. Looking over at the clock, I saw that it wasn't even six-thirty yet, but light was just beginning to come through the curtains...and the house was cold. The fire had burned itself out in the middle of the night, so I'd need to hit the thermostat and kick on the gas after I got up. "Okay," was all I could say, sl**p still tugging at me and my mind wondering why I was up before it was even really light out. "Okay?" she queried. "Yeah," I said, yawning. "Good. Be in the kitchen in five minutes and don't be late. I'm turning on the furnace, so it'll be warm enough for...well, you know, something...special. Oh, and make sure you're naked." I think someone stuck electrodes on my brain. Those four words..."make sure you're naked"...this was better than any coffee, any stimulant, any form of morning pick-me-up ever marketed. I was instantly awake, wide-eyed, and wondering if I had heard her correctly. Getting out of bed, I stripped off my clean pair of underwear and opened the door. She, however, was on the other side and pushed it closed. "No, I said five minutes. Not before. Maybe you should use this time to think about last night...specifically that part after you went to bed." Huh? What was she getting at? Five minutes. Five laborious minutes. Three hundred seconds. I started counting them. I watched the seconds tick by on my clock with a little ...