The air in the house crackled with a tension that had been building for weeks. Ever since Sarah, my stepsister, had moved in, a forbidden pull had settled between us. Her alternative girl style, with her piercings and glimpses of tattoos beneath her New Rock boots, was a constant temptation. The other night she had been wearing a tank top that barely covered her heavy boobs and I couldn't help but stair.
One night, she was in the living room, sipping wine. "You okay?" I asked, trying to sound casual. She just shrugged, her eyes holding mine a beat too long. I took a chance, sitting beside her on the couch. "You seem... stressed."
"Just... everything's new," she mumbled, fiddling with her wine glass. "And kinda lonely." I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. She had gorgeous Brunette Hair. "I understand." I reached out, gently taking her hand. Her fingers intertwined with mine, sending a shock through me.
One touch led to another. The kiss, the first hesitant brush of lips, ignited into something fierce and consuming. We moved to my room, clothes hitting the floor in a frantic dance. I ran my hands down her body, feeling the curves beneath her natural tits. Her moan was a sound I knew I would never forget.
"I... I've never done anal before," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "It's okay," I reassured her, kissing her deeply. "We can take it slow." The first touch was hesitant, explorative. I used plenty of lube, making sure she was comfortable. The pleasure was intense, building with each thrust. She gasped, her body arching into mine. The gape was beautiful. It was clear that there was no more virgin anal.
After a while, she told me to stop, so I stopped the anal. She wanted to give me a blowjob. Her lips wrapped around my big dick, pulling me deeper and deeper until I almost couldn't take it. She did a deep throat on my big cock. When I came, I creampied all over her face.
This was only the beginning. This was only episode 1, and many more are to come.
