THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... everything from "pervert" and "creep" to "hmm, nice package", but I could only think of my s****r's smooth, perfectly rounded ass sticking up in the air, and those beautiful, pouty pussy lips just inches from my face as she fingered herself on the other side of the door. It was a painful wait, but finally the school day came to an end, and I begrudgingly endured the bus ride into to the valley, crunched through the snow back to the house and tried to keep my mind off of what was promised for that evening. It didn't work. Despite the cold outside, I was so fucking hard by the time I opened the front door that had I not been wearing layers, even a blind man would have noticed my cock begging to be freed. I didn't know if it could be seen, but I still had to hide it with my books again, because as soon as I stepped through the door, there were my folks. My step-mother and my father were getting ready for their trip. They said that they would be gone for the full three days instead of just overnight, due to the winter weather. They'd be taking a flight rather than just driving. "There's food in the fridge and remember to feed the dog and cat." Hell, I would do well just to remember my own name, given what I had been told would be waiting for me after they'd gone! My step-b*****r would be the issue. He would be in the house with us, or so I thought. As it turned out, he said that he was going to be staying with a friend over that entire three-day weekend and go snowmobile riding ...

... up in the mountains. Fuck yes! Could I get any luckier? Well...maybe...that depended on what she had planned for later, I'm sure. The wait was pure torture. My step-b*****r had left already, and now we four were sitting around the dining room table eating an early dinner. I couldn't enjoy it - my mind was definitely elsewhere. "I saw you at school today," my step-s****r suddenly said. I looked up. "You looked a little preoccupied with something. What's up?" She had the barest hint of a smile on her face as she ate a forkful of macaroni. What the fuck? That little bitch! "Is everything okay?" my step-mother asked, looking at me. I shuffled in my seat. "Um...yeah. Fine. I..." I looked at my step-s****r. She was definitely enjoying my discomfort, the little minx. "I...just have a lot on my mind right now." "Oh? About what?" Dammit! I was about to come up with some lie or other when I was saved by the phone ringing. My father answered it, spoke a few words, then hung up and turned. "Our flight's been pushed up. There's a storm coming in over the Rockies, so we need to leave right now if we're going to make it." Thank whatever Gods that be! Now it was just waiting for them to get out of there. Still, they dawdled. I wanted to scream! A little shuffle here of luggage and talking, a little movement there, it was all just a nightmarish wait, wait, wait...so to get my mind off of the matter, I turned on the TV and started watching something mindless on one of the cable movie channels. ...