THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... lying on her back and looking at the wooden beam that separated the dining room from the living room, then she paused a few moments before adding, "I wanted to. Shit. I really did. In fact, I really do. But...you're my b*****r. Well...step-b*****r, but still." "I know, but it's not like we're really related, you know?" "Yeah...I know...but..." "I wanted to fuck you too. I still do." She rolled over and looked at me, reaching out and giving feather-light brushes with her fingers along my inner thigh. "Really?" "Really. When you started grinding against me...I wanted so badly to get inside you. I even tried to make it an 'accident', but you rolled off too quickly." "Yeah. See, this is why we can't do this anymore. It's...too tempting." "Yeah. Fuckin' sucks." I rolled over to face her, my hand still on my cock and her fingers suddenly there as well. "Still...feels good, though." "It feels fantastic." She started to finger herself again, almost absent-mindedly. "But we can watch each other, right? That's good, isn't it?" I smiled, watching her lying there masturbating and feeling her fingers stroking my shaft along with my own. "Absolutely." "So...morning showers? You in the hallway?" "I'm worried that Mom and Dad may catch on, and what about our b*****r?" "He sl**ps like the dead. Always has. Unless the house is on fire, he won't get up. Mom and Dad don't get up until the alarm goes off. They're just as bad." "How about me in the bathroom with you?" She made a pouty-face. "Too ...

... suspicious. What if someone did get up? You could at least cover up really quickly and say that you needed to use the bathroom, but I was in there." "So...never?" It was my turn to pout. "Well...maybe once in awhile. I like looking at you when you're playing with yourself." She craned her neck to get a better view of me stroking my cock and then she switched from following my hand to caressing my balls. I smiled...and started to get even harder, watching her just casually massaging her clit as she teased me with her other hand nd watched me stroke off. "How did you know about my porno collection?" I asked, surprising myself with the suddenness of the question. She smiled that sinfully delicious smile again. "There's a gap in your door as well." I knew it. She'd been watching me too! If I could get any harder right then...fuck! "Well, you know," I said, "'today and today only' isn't over just yet." She smiled that smile again. A positively wicked smile, but then she became concerned. She looked at me and said, "Only if we're careful, okay?" Her expression was serious. "I mean...we came really close to fucking." I was thinking to myself that if that happened, it wouldn't be a bad thing...but I understood what she meant by it spoiling our special thing with each other. Still, lust took over. I wanted it to happen. Goddamn, I wanted her. I respected her, but I wanted to fuck her. I wanted it badly, and looking at her naked flesh, her hand rubbing her clit, how could I not? "I'll ...