THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... juices, and I found myself stroking my cock until I shot my load yet again (into a hastily grabbed tissue this time)...but afterward? No, nothing happened. No shriek, no scream, no pounding on my door...had I imagined it? Did she just happen to look up and it seemed like she was looking at me? No...she had definitely seen me. Eye contact had most definitely been made there. Maybe she wasn't sure how to broach the subject? Maybe she was trying to find a way to confront me personally? I didn't know. All I did know was that she had never mentioned anything to anyone, and I wound up feeling dismal and uncomfortable in her presence - when we were all sitting at the dinner table, when we were on the bus to school...but there were no words, nothing said, but there was still me feeling completely ashamed... I avoided looking in again for about two weeks after that until the urge was too strong to bear. I had to chance it. Dammit, she was just too fucking fine! My magazines were one thing but, hell, this was my own personal live peep show! As horrifying as it was to think about - me being so hot for my step-s****r, a f****y member, and becoming a lascivious peeping tom about it - my teenaged hormonal urges did the talking for my brain and, overcome with stupidity, perhaps, or just perverted lustful needs, I crept out of bed again one morning when I heard the shower running. The water had just stopped and I sneaked to the crack and looked in...only to see my step-mother standing there ...

... in the tub. This was most definitely not what I wanted to see. Not in the slightest! Still, at f******n, a naked woman is a naked woman, and I found myself back in my bedroom masturbating...but this time, to someone who was considerably older, larger, hairier...I couldn't do it and grabbed one of my porn magazines that I had hidden away. I needed to purge that sight from my mind and found a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty to do so with. I imagined her to be my step-s****r, a few years older, but it didn't work. I couldn't cum. I needed to see her again. As much as the masturbating felt good, I just couldn't do it anymore to a simple image. I needed the real thing. I needed her! Now, I'm not necessarily into blondes. I like brunettes. Always have. But my step-s****r...fuck, if she ever dyed her hair black, I would be in absolute paradise! Two more nights passed before I heard the shower running again. This time, I checked to see if my s****r's bedroom door was open, and my parent's bedroom door closed. Both were in order so I gave a quick peep. There she was, standing right in line with the crack in the door, completely naked...and looking right at me through the crack in the door, just on the other side of it in fact, staring me right in the eye. She was smiling the most wicked smile I can ever remember seeing on any woman, young or old. Immediately startled, I nearly hurried off again until she did something totally...incredulous. She put her finger to her lips in a shushing ...