THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... pants. No longer did I think about having to go to the bathroom. All I wanted to do at that moment was to give my now quite happy one-eyed friend that was painfully making his presence known between my legs a hand job, so very quickly, lest she see me watching her, I moved away and went back to my room, closed the door quietly, and took care of business. The excitement of having just seen my step-s****r's tits, not even two feet from me, was incredible! It didn't take me long to cum, and I usually take at least 10 to 15 minutes, even with erotic magazines displaying all kinds of fantastic images that I can stare at for much longer than the two or three seconds that I had peered through that crack in the door. Even though I was f******n, I had stamina...something that would really serve me well later on, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me continue. That sight stayed with me and resulted in quite a few wonderful masturbatatory sessions, and again, one morning, I awakened early having to pee and heard her in the shower...so I decided to sneak down the hall and see if I could have a peep through my newly-discovered portal of pleasure. The shower curtain was drawn closed, dammit all, so I went back into my bedroom and began to diddle that wonderful little nerve bundle just under the head of my cock, then stroking the shaft, slowly, trying to imagine what the rest of her must look like in there, all wet and glistening...oh, yeah. No, I had to focus. I didn't want to ...

... climax...not yet, anyway. I needed to see her for myself, to wipe away just my imagination and replace it with fact! The shower continued to go, and I continued to stroke my meat, nearly cumming twice until I stopped and let the urge subside. Dammit, how long was she going to take? I had to see. I had to know. This was just...torture. The water stopped, and my heart skipped a beat. Now was my chance! Quickly, and ever-so-quietly, I slipped out of my room. The door to my parents' room was still shut. I looked up the hall toward my step-b*****r's room, and found his door was shut as well. Awesome! Turning around the corner, I put my eye to the gap, and a second later she ripped back the shower curtain...and there she was. All of her. She was even better than I had imagined. I had tried to piece together her body from just what she had worn, maybe super-imposed with the images in the magazines I had hidden in my room, but...holy fuck! Nothing in my mind could have compared with what I was seeing right then. She was amazing! Her breasts were small and her nipples were erect from the sudden cold air of the bathroom hitting them. Her stomach was smooth and her legs were beautifully clean-shaven and practically gleaming in the light, but I found my eyes being drawn steadily to an area just a bit farther...um...south. Sparse hair still, even at sixteen, and I could just make out her pussy lips from where I was. I was immediately overcome with lust. I wanted her. May God damn me to hell, I ...