House full of supprises - Sex Stories

House full of supprises

... seeing was against it. He was a junior, and she’d already gotten a lot of shit from her friends because of that. Her breasts were larger than her mom’s and her older s****r Dee, who REALLY worked out a lot. She was a jock in a college north of here and Dee was proud that Shelly had pursued music. As a matter of fact, Shelly hated school, and was so damned happy that she was a week away from graduation. Being a senior and eighteen years old, she couldn’t wait to get out of the house. Her mom wanted her to go to school, her step dad thought a trade school would be better than joining some sorority, where Shelly actually wanted to join up with the military. Her mom knew her plans, and insisted that if she wanted to go to the service, at the very least go in as an officer. Shelly had friends that were going, and her grades were almost good enough to be accepted at the Air f***e Academy. She had been in secret talks with a recruiter from there for the past few months. He called her cell this afternoon, and said it was all a go... however, she needed her mom’s signature, and hoped this wouldn’t be a major drama. She let herself in the front door, and dropped her band uniform and her books in her usual spot. “Mom?” she called out, testing the waters. “Mom, I made a decision…” Shelly looked around and her mom wasn’t in the front room. Shelly knew her mom was off work early on Fridays, and she wasn't the type to go shopping unless her youngest daughter was with her. It was their ...

... &#034me&#034 time, and Shelly looked forward to those times. Drinking coffee, talking about girl stuff. So Shelly looked around, went downstairs, into the laundry. Hmmm, that's strange, she thought. Where is she? The covers on the couch looked like someone had been on there recently. Tommy had gotten to coming around a lot after work, and since this was Friday, she knew he didn’t have to work the next couple of days. She smiled while thinking of her gorgeous stepb*****r, more than a little bit of affection for her him seeped in her consciousness. She’d had fantasies where they ran off together, mostly because she KNEW he wasn’t bl**d related. A few months ago she’d caught him jerkin' his meat (Tommy was blissfully unaware he was being watched), and when he jizzed while watching the porno and stroking his big dick, she had enjoyed an orgasm of her own in the shadows of the hallway, her fingers plunging into her moist pussy in time with his stroking fingers. She’d snuck back to bed, and never had the nerve to talk to him about it. But ever since then, she'd dreamed nightly of going down on him, and thoughts of his engorged cock filled her senses. She'd caught glances of him in the shower, running into him with her ass, trying to turn him on. She'd worn loose fitting shirts, and had seen his bulge get bigger. One time she'd worn a really loose shirt that hung off her shoulder with no bra on and she knew he'd seen her nipples when she bent over to ask him a question. She almost ...