A million thoughts ran marathons through my head. I was entranced by my unbelievably sexy step-sister. She seemed to be playing with my head (both heads for that matter). She seemed to enjoy teasing me to the brink. I think she had become quite sexually liberated in the past 24 hours. The stand-offish prude was now displaying her breasts for me, nonchalantly, while also openly discussing my very own penis in such casual conversations.
Needless to say these circumstances have taken quite an effect upon me. All I can think about is how badly I want to fuck her brains out. But seriously could we let something like that happen. Regardless of the fact we hardly knew each other it was still morally wrong to even consider such things. Maybe that is why we are pretending as though this is normal behavior between to young adults despite a relationship based upon our parents past union. I do say we; it seems too obvious by this point that she is playing the game as well. How far is she willing to go? That I will leave up to her, but I certainly am not planning on crossing the gray line before she does. So I must continue to keep the attitude of her and myself simply friendly and innocent.
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I returned from the corner store with nothing more than a four pack of fruity wine coolers and Rochelle's request. I had thought it through on my drive that I didn't want alcohol to be the regretful factor of any potential mistakes. Besides I wasn't the type to get a girl drunk purely to inhibit sex. Though, on the other hand, one or two drinks couldn't hurt.
By the time I walked up to the front door of my dad and her mother's house. I recalled the little surprise I left on her door. I hoped she had not found it, or if she had I sure hoped she chose to ignore it for my sake. It would certainly be an abrupt and awkward end to our games if she confronted me about it and as such was appalled by it. Though, I really doubted she was done toying with me and my eager dick.
The house was quiet as I walked toward the refrigerator to stow her drinks. I peered down the hallway to see her bedroom door was still cracked open. Perhaps she hadn't left her room since I left. I called out to her, "Hey, I got your drinks!"
No reply. I slowly walked toward her room with one of her girly drinks in hand. "Last call or you don't get any." Still no reply. I quickly fixed my gaze upon the lower half of her door inspecting or admiring (I wasn't sure) where I had recently shot my load after gazing upon her naked body. It was still there. There was a long trickle all the way to the carpet and a second one next to it. I kept my other eye on the scene behind the door. I was quickly stopped in my tracks at the bare flesh that quickly came into view. The backs of her legs were visible. She was lying on her stomach. Unfortunately the view was hindered by the limitations of a half inch crack of the door. I crept up close to the crack dying to see more flesh but only to her knees could I see.
I wanted to push the door open an inch to catch a better view of her shapely sexy legs; further hoping she was revealing a candid shot of her voluptuous ass. Decisions, decisions. I was once again caught in the carnal desire for sexy Rochelle. I was hooked and was certain I wouldn't be making very m-any rational decisions for the rest of the day. The only question was which irrational decisions I would be making. With little further debate I pushed lightly on the door. The fucking door creaked. I panicked for a second. Decisions. Should I push it all the way open? After all, I was invited in her room not so long ago. Or just hope she's asleep and wasn't startled by the noise. A second passed, and I hadn't moved. I decided she was asleep or at least pretending to be. Her behavior should not surprise me by this point.
I wondered what thoughts might be going through her head. Was it overwhelming sexual curiosity that had gotten the best of her? Was she horny? Was she attracted to me? My self-conscious quickly rationalized that she certainly could be attracted to me. I was by most standards very handsome. Maybe a slight pudge here and there as a result of my age. Maybe a slightly undersized penis. But all in all it's entirely possible that she was attracted to me. Racing thoughts consumed me as I admired the view of her legs lightly parted in front of me. I couldn't yet tell what she was wearing, if anything.
The cracked door was little more cracked than it was before I tried to enhance my view. I made out a few more inches of flesh above the undersides of her knees. Imagine if she was still naked? What if she never put her clothes back on after her shower? Fuck it, I had to see. I slowly swung the door wide open. I was prepared to handle the situation as it unfolded if she so happened to be awake.
Bliss. Not naked, but still topless and tight shorts accenting her bulbous butt. I was prepared to apologize for barging in if she was awake. So I quickly turned my gaze to her face which was pointed in my direction. Eyes closed. Good enough for me, I'll consider her asleep. Her arms were tucked beneath her chest which kept me from catching any possible continuance of the boob show. That ass, I wanted to grab it, squeeze it, and run my fingers underneath her shorts. Damn she was hotter by the minute.
My hard on was back, and I gripped it through my jeans. Maybe I better not get caught with my hands down my pants. I stopped and wondered what to do next. She lied motionless. I decided to exit the doorway and collect my thoughts as best I could. I walked down the hall to the bathroom then to the mirror to ask myself what the fuck I was doing. My erection got the best of me and I pulled it out for a few quick strokes. I was then overcome with the desire to see her near naked body once again.
When I returned to her open doorway, I saw Rochelle had turned over. Her supple breasts were parted by gravity pointing them slightly to the left and right. Her left knee was bent toward the door, causing the fabric of her shorts to ride up her inner thigh. Her legs were slightly tanned, but the flesh next to the hem was milky white, and then closer to her virgin pussy was darkened by trimmed pubic hair just barely poking out. What an overwhelming erotic sight. Her elegant face was still pointed in a direction that would offer her a view of the doorway, had she happened to peer through the slits of her closed eyelids. I vaguely sensed she was aware of my presence.
I kept myself mostly hidden behind the hallway wall. This made it less risky for me to continue pulling at my hard dick. I quickly regained my senses when the doorbell rang. Fuck! The loud bell would surely have awoken her. I wasn't about to find out. I scurried to my room and closed the door. Fuck! I left her door wide open and never bothered to clean up the still wet cum from less than an hour ago. The doorbell rang again. Fuck! I then heard movement followed by the muffled voices of Rochelle and another person. Panic had kept me from moving. I sat at the edge of the bed wondering If I was about to have to explain some very awkward things to Rochelle.
I heard the door shut, followed by footsteps approaching my doorway. I repositioned myself as though I were resting in bed as the door opened. So much for knocking, I thought. "What are you doing?" she asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
I stuttered, "Nothing. Just waiting for you to wake up."
"Didn't you hear the doorbell?" she asked. She had put on a t shirt to answer the door, but was still wearing the boy shorts.
"I guess not," I lied. "Who was it?"
"Nobody... Did you get me something to drink?" she asked in a much more delightful tone.
Green light, all is well, I thought to myself. "Yeah it's in the 'fridge."
"K," she turned around and walked back down the hallway. I wasn't sure if I remember how she used to walk, but I sure as hell noticed she had an awkward strut that caused her ass to bounce. I had to assume she was doing that on purpose and for my benefit. What a lovely girl.
I still had a now semi cold bottle from earlier and decided to put it back in the refrigerator. Rochelle was standing with the door open guzzling half a bottle before she turned toward me. "Thanks. You only got four?" she asked.
"Yeah, they're all yours." I said as I walked next to her and put the other drink back in the flimsy cardboard container.
"Good," she smiled. I could smell the fragrant lotion she had applied earlier. She smelled great. She took a second pull on the half empty drink and finished it. She looked at me defensively with a halfcocked smile and said, "What? I was thirsty."
I laughed lightly, "Mhmm."
She grabbed another one and walked toward the living room, shaking her ass with each step. She sat down and I followed her to the couch.
"So, was I asleep when you got home?" she asked.
"Oh... Yeah... you lazy bum," I kidded.
"Oh, shut up. I was tired."
"Tired from what? It's 11:00 a.m." I laughed.
"I don't know, maybe from you pouring hot coffee all over me."
"Uh, huh... Just because you're clumsy, you don't have to blame it on me."
She grabbed underneath her boobs as if she were giving herself a mammogram. A few seconds later she seemed content. "Whatever, you're lucky they're feeling better."
"Lucky?" I asked affably. Of course I was thinking I'd be a lot luckier if she was still prancing around topless.
"Yes, or I would have to hurt you," she laughed.
She was quite playful I thought to myself. "Hurt me? Ha!" I laughed.
She proceeded to punch me in the chest which certainly caught me off guard. "Take it easy," I laughed surprised she packed a bit of a punch. "What was that for?"
"Oh, don't be a baby. Want to try some hot coffee on your skin and tell me how it feels?"
