Kelsey's confessions - Chapter 1 - Christmas with my stepbrother - Sex Stories

Kelsey's confessions - Chapter 1 - Christmas with my stepbrother

... responding to his touch. I was aware of my vagina opening slightly and beginning to lubricate. Before I knew it, Michael’s hands were kneading the outside of my thighs moving slightly higher as he continued the massage. Michael then withdrew his arms from my sweat pants, and then turned slightly so he was partially resting on his left side, as he remained sitting on the floor between my legs. He placed his right arm across his chest and over his left should and slowly ran his right hand up my left pant leg. He now could access my inner thigh more easily. I froze momentarily. I was becoming aroused. I knew I was headed down a very dangerous path. I knew I should stop this contact while we could still pretend it was completely innocent. But his touch was additive. It was like a narcotic to me at that moment. I simply needed this contact. I needed to be touched. I did not want him to stop. I did not think where this was heading. I did not consciously decide to allow this to go further. I simply did not stop it when I should; while I still could. I allowed it to continue. I wanted it to continue. Suddenly I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was nervous, no scared. I was also excited. I leaned my head forward, straining my neck and looked over Michael’s shoulders and saw his penis throbbing under the material of his gym shorts. My stepbrother was getting an erection as he massaged his my thighs. Michael saw me look at his crotch, and smiled, He did not try to hide his ...

... erection. He knew perfectly well now that I was aware of his arousal. Was he aware of mine? I knew I should be shocked that Michael was getting a huge boner from rubbing his stepsister’s legs, but honestly, it pleased me. It pleased me that my stepbrother was responding to touching me as much as I was responding to his touch. I realized that Michael and I were rapidly approaching a situation that was very dangerous. We should retreat. We had not done anything really ‘wrong’ yet, but we were rapidly approaching the line where we might. But I did not want to stop. And I purged all thoughts of the ramification of this from my mind. I remember thinking, 'we are just cuddling and touching a bit, there is not anything really wrong with this.' But I knew better. I knew my stepbrother was erect. I knew my clitoris was now engorged and sensitive and my vagina was leaking. I knew this was not simple cuddling any longer. But Michael’s touch was so very intoxicating. I did not want to stop, or retreat. I needed to be touched at that instant. In fact, if I am really honest, I wanted him to touch me even more intimately. I felt myself open my legs wider as Michael’s hand explored their way up my inner thighs. I wanted him to have access to touch me anywhere he chose. I was moaning with pleasure as I spread my legs wide to give him unobstructed access to touch me. I was not going to actually initiate it, but I knew I was not going to stop him either if he was bold enough. I watched as his ...