b*****rs Bathroom - Sex Stories

b*****rs Bathroom

... k** s****r. Why would he want to be with her when the town was full of experienced girls his own age who weren’t related to him and who wouldn’t start bawling after sex? Over on the dresser, Megan’s phone chimed a text alert. She sprung into motion, scrambling to open it, hoping against hope that it would be a message from Adam. No such luck. It was from Kylie, and it read: “Hey beeyotch! How are you spending YOUR day?” Attached was a picture, evidently taken by Kylie’s dad as he fucked his daughter’s pussy from behind. The reminder that her best friend was in sexual bliss with her own father just upset Megan more. She was happy for Kylie, but just couldn’t handle it right then. She pressed delete and tossed the phone aside. Almost immediately, it chimed again. Megan growled with frustration, grabbed the phone, and almost deleted the new message without reading it before she saw that it was from Adam. “I love you, forever, no matter what.” She stared dumbly at the screen. His words were wonderful, but they could mean So. Many. Things. What was he thinking...about her? ...about them? ...about what they’d done? Megan thought for a long while, re-reading the text a hundred times. Finally, she started to type. All morning, her boldness had found success. Her fears and her tears had caused all the problems. If she wanted something, her only chance of getting it - even if it was a slim chance - was to be bold. “I love you too. But right now I just want you to fuck me, forever, no ...

... matter what.” Hands shaking, Megan pressed Send. Too nervous to sit and wait for a reply, she f***ed herself to get up and get moving. She showered quickly and dried her hair before giving into the urge to check. Two new messages! Her heart was in her throat as she opened them. “I just quit my job.” “Going to be driving way too fast. Pray I don’t get pulled over.” Megan had been anxiously listening for the sound of the front door, so when she finally heard it she jumped. The door was slammed shut loudly, and the pounding of her b*****r’s feet as he rushed up the stairs sounded like a bull charging through the house. When Adam entered the doorway to his s****r’s room, he froze. Megan was kneeling on the edge of the mattress, smiling devilishly. She wore a pair of tiny jean shorts with a pink button-up top, but instead of buttoning the top she’d tied it in front of her boobs, baring her midriff. Even though he’d seen and felt her naked body already that day, it was a mouth-watering sight. He closed his eyes, fighting back the urge to charge over to her, tear off her clothing, and ravage her sexy young body. “We should talk,” he said, more calmly than he felt. Megan frowned. That wasn’t the reaction she was expecting when she’d picked out the outfit. “First, I mean,” Adam clarified. “We should talk, first.” Megan just nodded at that. As eager and as horny as she was, her b*****r was absolutely right. If this was going to happen - and, holy fuck it had better happen - it needed to ...