The air in the room crackled with unspoken tension. My stepsister, Sarah, sprawled on the bed, seemingly engrossed in her phone, but I could feel her eyes flicking towards me every few seconds. She was wearing those damn hot panties again – lacy black ones, barely concealing anything. The panty fetish was my weakness, and she knew it.
"What are you looking at?" she finally asked, her voice a playful tease. I swallowed hard. "Nothing," I lied, but my eyes betrayed me, glued to the bulge forming in her wet panties. She smirked, a slow, seductive smile that sent shivers down my spine. This role play had gone too far.
"You know you want to," she whispered, tracing the outline of her mound with her finger. "You can rub my pussy... but no penetration!" The challenge hung in the air, thick with forbidden desire. I hesitated, my mind racing. This was wrong, so wrong, but the temptation was overwhelming.
I crawled onto the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, intoxicating and dangerous. I reached out, my hand trembling as I gently touched her hot, throbbing center through the fabric. She moaned, a low, guttural sound that ignited a fire within me.
Slowly, tentatively, I began to rub. Her hips bucked against my hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The closeup view was driving me insane. Her thighs were slick with sweat, her sexy lips parted in anticipation. The pressure built, the tension ratcheting higher and higher, and I knew I was about to break. "Oh, God," she whimpered, her voice thick with pleasure. "Don't stop... please don't stop!" The climax was inevitable.
A moment later, the release came, a violent spasm of pleasure. I exploded, coating her panty fetish indulgence with my cum. She let out a strangled cry, her body shuddering beneath me. The sticky warmth spread across her panties, a visible testament to our forbidden transgression. I pulled back, gasping for air, feeling both ashamed and exhilarated.
The aftermath was quiet, heavy with unspoken words. Sarah stared at the ceiling, her expression unreadable. Was this the end? Or just the beginning of something even more dangerous? Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure: I was completely and utterly addicted to my stepsister, and her messy, homemade games.
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