My Dirty Secrets Chapter 1.1 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets Chapter 1.1

... heart was pounding, my hand smelled like sex, and my shorts and panties were beyond the point of ignoring them. I quickly took them off and hurriedly searched for dry clothes. I threw on some fresh blue panties and a pair of white cotton shorts. As I did, I heard footsteps upstairs.

“C’mon c’mon Jessi, hurry up,” I barked at myself.

As though I hadn’t already panicked enough, I could hear Nick on the steps.

“Damnit,” I thought.

What had I done? Melissa surely won’t be ok with me watching her husband fuck her. She certainly won’t be pleased that I’d fingered myself while watching them. Just then, the backdoor closed. This was my out. I looked in the mirror; my cheeks were still flushed. I threw on a tank top and mussed my hair before darting up the stairs.

“Hey stranger,” I called out, opening the backdoor.

“Heya Jess, when did you get home?” Nick replied cheerfully.

“A little while ago, I thought I was home alone, so I had a nap.” I lied.

Nick’s lips gripped the filter on his cigarette. He thought for a moment and then exhaled a cloud of delicious smoke. I loved the smell of smoke because Nick was the only person I knew who dared to light up at my parents’ house.

“Makes sense to me,” He chirped. “Whenever I get the chance, I like to steal a nap.” He laughed in his deep, seductive voice.

Nick finished his cigarette, and we went inside. Melissa had put herself together nicely and was sitting on the couch with her hair thrown up in a messy bun and ...

... a pajama top and shorts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could easily make out her nipples under her top. I knew she didn’t sleep in panties from years of living with her.

“Jess, one of the girls could escape at any moment,” Melissa taunted at the apparent tightness of my tank top.

“Bite me, it’s gotta be one hundred degrees outside,” I laughed.

Half kidding and half serious in the most horny way I could imagine. Besides, I wouldn’t have minded if one of my tits did escape as long as Nick’s mouth was there to catch it.

“Get it together, Jessi,” I told myself as the guilt washed over me.

As usual, we sat and watched TV for a bit before Melissa turned in for bed. She was an early riser, almost always in bed by ten. Nick and I would stay up until midnight most nights, even though he got up at the same time as my sister. He always said he hated going to bed early because he was a night person.

I felt dirty sitting there with Nick. He had been like a big brother to me, and I completely turned him into something to think about while getting off. Let alone how turned on I’d been watching them having sex.

“This should feel wrong.” I thought to myself, “Why did it feel so damn good though,” I mused, puzzled.

Fucking my sister’s husband wasn’t exactly high on my list of things I wanted to accomplish before tonight. Now, it was all I could think about.

As we sat there, Nick and I watched late-night comedy shows like always, but tonight, I wanted more. I got up ...