The air in the house hung thick with unspoken tension. Molly, my step sister – all of 18 and radiating youthful innocence – kept glancing my way. Her eyes, wide and curious, held a question I knew she couldn't voice.
I, Zane Walker, a guy with Middle Eastern features and a reputation for knowing my way around, had become her accidental guide in the world of adult exploration. Her small tits and petite frame only amplified the taboo thrill.
It started subtly. Stolen glances, lingering touches, the accidental brush of skin. She was drawn to me, and I, admittedly, was intrigued by her burgeoning sexuality. One afternoon, while she was supposedly studying, she appeared at my door. "Zane," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Can I ask you something... personal?"
I invited her in. She was wearing a schoolgirl skirt, the fabric riding high on her thighs. I closed the door before she started to spoke. "I... I want to know more about sex." A nervous laugh escaped her lips. "I'm kind of… curious."
The next few hours were a mix of hesitant exploration and burgeoning lust. I showed her how to feel her self. I made sure she understand how important is pleasure. I decided to give her first experience with someone she can trust.
Her eyes widened as I positioned her on top, guiding her hips into a cowgirl riding position. She was a natural. Her movements became bolder, more confident, and she loved the feeling.
The pace quickened. The room pulsed with raw energy. I saw pure, unadulterated pleasure wash over her face. A moment later the whole thing ended with a well deserved cumshot.
This was just the first step in her journey. There will be a lot more lessons, a lot more discovery, and a lot more pleasure. But I knew, as I looked into her satisfied eyes, that this step fantasy had only just begun.
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Molly Little