Elizabeth's story - sibling love - Chapter 2 - the aftermath of my sin - Sex Stories

Elizabeth's story - sibling love - Chapter 2 - the aftermath of my sin

... naked form. I shut my eyes and let him look. “Gary, you shouldn’t be in here with me.” This was as close to asking him to leave as I could muster. But I did not want him to leave. I wanted him to look at me, I wanted him to see me with the same admiration and lust with which I looked at him this morning. I turned to face him, allowing the water to strike my breasts and abdomen and run across my pelvis as he stared. My nipples were firmly erect, as was my clitoris. My vagina had a thin blond wisps of pubic hair that provided very little covering I stood there, eyes closed. I was relishing exposing myself to my stepbrother in this shameless manner. My face burned red with excitement, but I did not turn away. “Damn, Liz, you are beautiful. You are smoking hot,” Gary said with the proper appreciation in his voice. His reaction, his validation was precisely what I was seeking, what I needed. “You shouldn’t be looking at your sister like this,” I said, but did nothing to stop this visual exchange. I was growing increasing aroused under his gaze. "Stepsister," he corrected me. "That's not really the point, is it?" I glanced at the front of his gym pants, and I could plainly see his erection growing before my eyes. His penis was making a large tent out of the cotton material, pulling it taut as his rising erection strained against the confines of his shorts. I could see it pulse and grow as we talked, and as his eyes devoured my naked body. It pleased me greatly that he was aroused ...

... by the sight of me. His physical reaction excited me. His growing erection fueled my own arousal. My resolve to avoid a repeat of the morning was rapidly evaporating as I allowed Gary to look at my naked body and grow aroused in the process. Gary then reached over and took the shower massager from its hanger on the wall, and directed it at my chest. I stepped forward slightly. I know I should have stopped this while I still had some ability to do so; but I could not seem to resist this carnal temptation. Painfully slowly, in a teasing manner, Gary began lowering the pulsating jet down, slowly bringing it across my abdomen, and then lower still to my very fine, blond pubic hair. God, I was aroused. When the jet reached my clitoris, I shuttered and moaned before pulling away. “Oh shit, Gary. That is intense!” “Spread your legs slightly for me,” Gary instructed as he lowered the jet again, this time he was wedging the pulsing unit between my legs to jet up against my vaginal opening and clitoris. “Gary, I can’t do that. We can’t be doing this,” I protested. But as I made my protest, I did precisely what Gary asked, I opened my legs and allowed him to hold the handle between my thighs, jetting up at my aroused clitoris. I did not want him to stop or to leave. I needed this emotional contact. Spreading my legs slightly to allow him to place the pulsating handle between them, I felt a bit unsteady on my feet in the slippery tub. I grabbed the shower curtain in one hand and balanced ...