The air crackled with unspoken tension. I’d always been drawn to her quiet beauty, the way her petite frame moved, the shy curve of her lips. She was my step-sister, and even thinking about her this way felt wrong, but the pull was undeniable. Tonight, she was wearing one of my old t-shirts, it almost covered her tiny shorts, revealing just enough of her smooth, skinny legs to drive me wild.
We were supposed to be watching a movie, but the silence stretched, thick and heavy. My eyes kept drifting to her, to the way she tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, and gently took hers. Her skin was soft, warm. She didn't pull away.
“I… I shouldn’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “This is wrong.”
“I know,” I replied, my voice rough. “But I can’t help it.”
I leaned in, slowly, giving her every chance to stop me. But she didn't. Our lips met, tentative at first, then with increasing passion. Her kissing was hesitant, inexperienced, but filled with a raw, untamed desire that mirrored my own. The romantic atmosphere only intensified as our kisses grew deeper.
We moved to my bed, clothes discarded with desperate urgency. I explored her slim body, marveling at its natural beauty. Every touch, every caress, was new and exciting for both of us. Her small breasts filled my hands perfectly.
The moment of gape worthy stretching and pleasure came when I gently turned her over and spread her ass, the raw and passionate encounter building to a crescendo as I entered her for the first time, raw and vulnerable.
Afterwards, we lay entangled, panting, hearts pounding. Regret mixed with the undeniable pleasure. This was just the beginning.
This homemade encounter was something both would remember for the rest of their lives.
