You’re lying in bed, scrolling through your phone as you wait for your stepsister to come home. The moon is streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. You hear the front door open and close, and a few minutes later, she walks in, looking flushed and disheveled.
“Hey, you’re back,” I say, setting my phone aside. “How was your day?”
She flops down on the bed next to me, letting out a loud sigh. “Ugh, it was so boring. I just wanted to come home and relax.”
I can tell she’s had a much drinks, and her words are slurred slightly. She closes her eyes and lets out a contented sigh.
“I’m so glad to be home,” she murmurs, snuggling closer to me.
I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can’t help but feel a stirring in my loins. I always had a bit of a crush on her, but I never acted on it; she is my stepsister. I tell myself it’s because she is and I don’t want to risk ruining myself.
But as she lies there, so close to me, I can’t help but let my mind wander. I imagine running my hands over her curves, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips. I imagine kissing her, tasting the sweetness of her lips.
I glance over at her and see that she’s fast asleep, her breathing deep and even. I consider waking her up, telling her how you feel. But I know that she’s had too much to drink, and I don’t want to take advantage of her.
But as I lie there, watching her sleep, I can’t help but feel a growing desire. I tell myself that it’s just because she’s so beautiful, so close to me. I tell myself that it doesn’t mean anything, that I am not really going to do anything.
But as I reach out and gently brush a strand of hair from her face, I know that I can’t resist. I lean in, closing my eyes, and press my lips to hers.
She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake up. I take this as a sign and continue to kiss her, my hands exploring her body. I slip my hand beneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. I can feel her nipples harden beneath my touch, and I know she’s responding to me.
I slip my hand into her pants, feeling the wetness between her legs. She moans softly, her hips bucking against my hand. I take this as a sign that she’s awake, and I pull back, looking down at her.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
She opens her eyes, looking up at me with a sleepy, seductive smile. “Yes,” she murmurs. “I want it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I strip off my clothes, my cock hard and ready. I climb on top of her, my lips meeting in a passionate kiss as I enter her.
I reach down, my fingers finding her clit. I rub her in circles; she cries out, her orgasm washing over my finger. I can feel myself letting go, my dick bouncing up and down with sperm rushing out so heavily.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.
I can’t help but agree. It was amazing. And as I lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I know that this is the start of something new and exciting.
“You are so sexy,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear.
She smiles, her eyes closing as she drifts off to sleep. “I love it,” she murmurs, her voice already thick with sleep.
And as I lay there, listening to her soft breathing, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. I have finally given in to my desires, and it was everything I could have hoped for.
As I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but smile. I know that this is just the beginning of a beautiful and passionate relationship.
The end.