Life With Steph - Sex Stories

Life With Steph

... almost choked.

‘SHIT, SHIT, SHIT.’ Karen realised in horror that Steph was running for the hall, if she wanted the bathroom there was no way Karen could hide. Steph went straight to the toilet and landed on the floor with her head down the pan coughing and spluttering. ‘Oh my Christ thought Karen she was barely fifteen feet away, she quickly glanced back at the mirror and got a full frontal view of Darren’s fantastic cock, she wanted it as much as she wanted her sister. Then she realised he was turning toward the hallway and was bound to see her as he came out. It was only because he was staggering like a drunk and trying to pick up his shorts and underpants that she could take her time to silently creep up the stairs. Steph was helpless on the toilet floor her eyes were caked with a mixture of tears and spunk.

Karen snuck back into her room and carefully closed the door behind her before sliding under her covers. She was in a turmoil thinking of all the things she’d seen and heard, Fuck, pussy, cum, cock her hands went straight to her pussy parting her lips and touching the button that gave her so much pleasure earlier. She rubbed and flicked it madly with her index and forefinger until she felt herself shudder uncontrollably. Squirming under the bedclothes she pulled her knees up and curled into the foetal position. She lay still trying to hear any sounds from downstairs, all she could hear were garbled mumblings that she couldn’t define. She put on her bedside lamp ...

... and reached for the magazine and this time took in some of the printed words, she matched up the de***********ion of the book and what she’d heard downstairs. No more fairy and willy, now it was pussy or cunt and cock, she knew what cum was.

After a short while she heard the familiar creak of the loose step, she hid the magazine and replaced it with a girl’s magazine from under her pillow and feigned sleep once more. She heard the faint swish of her bedroom door opening ever so slightly, a pause then her sister leaned over and gently removed the magazine from her loose grip and switched of the light, the door clicked shut.

Much later Karen woke in the darkened room and raised her head of the pillow, she heard Stephanie’s faint breathing from the opposite side of their shared room, she turned over softly to look at her sister in the dim light that filtered through the curtains near the head of Stephanie’s bed. Her sister slept with her face to the wall and Karen could see the back of her head and just make out the slight rise and fall of her blankets. She held her breath and strained her ears as low sound emanated from downstairs; she recognised it as the TV with the volume turned down. Karen glanced at Steph’s bedside clock; the red led display said 12:13am. She guessed that Darren was still awake and watching something. She watched Stephanie and listened to the TV she realised that her parents may not be home yet. An idea came to her as she stared at Steph, she wouldn’t ...