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

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

... me. Kneeling in front of me, he reached up to start to remove my sweatpants and panties together. I wanted our game of 'doctor' to continue. I wanted him to touch me some more. I wanted him to explore me thoroughly. I wanted him to actually penetrate my virginal pussy with his fingers. I wanted my stepbrother to be the first boy to finger me. Don’t ask me why, but the thought of allowing my stepbrother to be the first to penetrate me was very appealing and very satisfying. I knew he loved me, and the first person to touch me like this should be someone who loves me. So I lifted my bottom off the couch and allowed him to strip me from the waist down. I realized this was wrong, wicked, sinful, perverse, and perhaps even sick. But I was beyond caring at this particular moment. I abandoned all modesty as he removed my sweat pants and panties together. I spread my legs, allowing my stepbrother to be the first person to look at, no, the correct term is ‘study’, my wet dilated vagina. Michael pushed my legs wide apart as he looked up inside me. I could feel my vaginal juices slowly leaking from me. I wondered, 'could Michael could see the wetness seeping from my opening? Could he see how wet and aroused he had made me? Did he know how vulnerable I was at that instant?' I said nothing. I simply moaned and allowed him to study his stepsister’s open vagina. I caught the slightest scent of my arousal. Kneeling in front of me, with his face inches from my vagina, I knew Michael had to ...

... smell my distinct scent now. Did my stepbrother know that he was smelling the aroma of a woman in heat, ready to accept her mate? Did he know that scent was my signal to him that my vagina was wet, dilated and was prepared to breed like an animal in season? I had not even kissed him, yet my youthful pussy was open, lubricated and aroused as he studied me. His fingers found my opening and he inserted his middle finger inside me. The penetration felt strangely peculiar, but very pleasurable. “Oh Michael, oh my god,” was all I could say as I clutched the couch cushions. Michael started to edge a second finger inside my tight, virginal pussy. His second finger hurt slightly, and stretched me open too wide. I was not ready to accept the second digit. “Oh careful, you are stretching me. Oh god, I feel so full. Just use one finger, two is too much” I hissed. “Do you like this? Do you like what I am doing to you?” Michael asked as his middle finger slowly entered my expanding vaginal opening. “I am ashamed to admit it, but I do. I do like it. Oh god, I feel so full and so open. Oh god,” I moaned as I pushed my hips forward to force his finger inside of me. After several minutes of my stepbrother fingering me, I felt my vagina continue to dilate under the stimulation. “Michael, would you try to give me a second finger now? Please, be careful. Slow and gentle.” Kneeling in front of me, Michael slowly placed the tips of his index finger and middle finger at my opening. Slowly he worked ...