It was past 2 in the morning when Tim saw headlights flash past his bedroom window. He put down his X-box controller and went to look out. Yep, as he suspected, it was his whore step-sister, just getting home.
He saw how slow her VW crept up the drive, swerving from side to side in slow motion. Then on one of its leftward swerves, it didn't swerve back. The little car hopped the curb, rolled across several feet of grass, and had a 2 mph collision with the shrubbery. The car door opened and Chloe rolled out. She crawled on hands and knees around to the back bumper, which she used to help haul herself to her feet.
Tim shook his head. What a dumb bitch, drunk off her ass and trying to drive.
Flopping around, she leaned against the back of the car, taking a wide-legged stance as she pulled her short skirt above her waist. Tim watched in disbelief as she pulled her panties to the side and proceeded to take a standing piss on the lawn. From his second-floor window, he really couldn't see much, other than the arcing stream sparkling in the moonlight, but damned if it didn't make his dick instantly hard.
When she finished peeing, she heaved herself up off the car and began weaving a drunken pattern toward the house, leaving her car parked in the hedge, headlights still on, and driver's door wide open. With the interior lights on, he could the giant form of her boyfriend Bodie, apparently passed out in the passenger seat.
Tim watched until the staggering bitch left his field of vision. Moving to his bedroom door, he opened it enough to peek out into the hallway. After several long minutes in which he had just about decided that the dumb cunt must have passed out herself somewhere along the way, he finally heard a thump as she made it up the stairs and crashed into the wall. She came into sight, leaning hard against the wall as she stumbled down the hall.
Tim, wearing only his boxers and socks, rubbed his hard dick as he watched the fucked up slut slide down the hallway, knocking pictures off the wall. Her tight skirt was still up around her waist and her panties were askew, barely covering her cunt. She made it to her room, heaving herself across and fairly falling through the doorway.
Tim slipped out into the hall and sidled up to peek through her open door.
Chloe was standing at the foot of her bed, swaying dangerously as she struggled to pull her top over her head. When she finally accomplished the difficult task, after having to brace herself on the bed a couple of times, she dropped the blouse, then pulled the straps of her sexy little bra off her shoulders and extracted her arms. Not even attempting the intricacies of the clasp, she merely pulled the lacy cups off her tits and pushed the stretchy band down to her waist, gathered it with her skirt and panties, then slid the whole lot over her hips and down her legs, drunkenly stepping out of the puddle of clothes.
By this time, Tim had his dick out and was slowly stroking it as he watched his hot little step-sister crawl onto the bed and collapse face first. He watched her unmoving form for a good long while, remembering the sight of her furiously fucking the anonymous dick at the Glory Hole, plus the feel of her prostitutionally proficient mouth giving him his first blowjob, unknowingly sucking his boner to a glorious explosion.
Tim glanced surreptitiously up and down the hall. Not that there was anyone to actually catch him. His bitch Stepmom Linda was the only other person in the house. But she occupied the master suite, which constituted its own wing on the far side of the house. He and Chloe were as good as alone here.
"Chloe, you need some help?" He barely spoke above a whisper, but his voice sounded harshly loud.
She did not stir.
He slipped into the room and eased the door shut.
It was pretty dark, the only illumination being the moonlight coming through the windows. Tim stood for a moment, his dick in his hand and his heart thudding in his chest. If she woke up and caught him...
Nah, fuck that--he knew her secret--she's a fuckin' hooker. Even if she did catch him, he could threaten to expose her. Still, he was trembling with a combination of fear and excitement. He stepped up to the side of the bed.
"Chloe," he whispered again as he reached down to give her shoulder a nudge, then in a louder voice, "Chloe?"
Nothing.
He let his fingers trail down the curve of her back and up the swell of her buttock. He explored the pliant globes of her ass with one hand while squeezing his dick with the other. She was a total bitch, but damn she had a great ass. Her skin was silky soft. He leaned in and touched it with his swollen dick head. It felt good.
