I awoke at about 3:30 am still groggy and half-drunk from the night before. My head was still spinning as I made my way from the bedroom where I had slept to the bathroom. No lights were on in the house and I figured everyone had either left or was sleeping by now. I was just about to the door of the bathroom when I realized that I was dressed only in my boxers. “Fuck it!” I said to myself, “I’ll be back in bed in a few minutes.” I got to the door and was about to open it when I heard someone already inside. The toilet seat clinked down and I heard it.
The sound of someone peeing. I knew who it was immediately, and was going to go back in the bedroom but there was an intense feeling running through my body. I waited outside the door listening quietly, not wanting to disturb her. Time slowed almost to a stop as I listened to the beautiful sound of her liquid splashing into the water below. After becoming very aroused I decided it would be best to go back to sleep, and dream the sweet dreams of my stepsister, Kara
I had slept at Kara’s house many times. Her being only 29 and recently divorced, and myself and eager 23, had spent many weekends out together at the bar drinking. We‘d go to one club or another, me drooling over all the beautiful women in their revealing outfits, and her seeming oblivious to all the men who constantly hit on her. We’d drink all the free drinks the men would by her and move on to the next place, eventually both ending up at her house, where I was usually too drunk to even think about driving home, and this was another one of those nights.
Maybe now would be a good time to describe Kara. As I said, she recently turned 29 and was finalizing her divorce, although she had been separated from her husband for about a year or so. Standing just under six feet tall, and weighing about 120 pounds, with long brown hair, just below her shoulders, and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Her breasts were a perky 34b and measured perfectly with her small waist, slender hips, and long long legs. A vision of heaven. Many nights I have masturbated thinking about what her bear breasts would look like. I have seen her in small bikinis and such, but I longed for a vision of those pert nipples and smooth areola, wondering what her pussy tasted like after she had used the bathroom. I would cum two or three times while thinking about these things.
So, back to the story. I made my way back to her guest bedroom, which had become basically mine from staying there so much. In bed I tried to fall back asleep, but my erection had other plans, standing tall and hard underneath the sheets. I began to slowly stroke my cock, savoring the pleasure. As my orgasm built I started to moan, but quickly stifled my noises. I did not want her to hear me as she walked past back to her room. Without control I began to cum, spurting allover my stomach and chest. I shot load after load of hot cum on myself having one of the most intense orgasms ever. After that, it did not take me long to fall back into the land of slumber.
When I woke up again, it was earlier than usual. Most Sunday mornings after a night of extreme alcohol ingestion, I wont rise till sometime in the mid afternoon, like three or four, but not this day. I was awake and surprisingly not hung over, feeling refreshed and ready for the day to begin. Kara was already up, had been for a while I guess because when I got to the kitchen, there was a feast laid out on the table. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, hash browns, and all the other breakfast items. She was dressed in only a short T-shirt that barely covered her ass. I could make out her panties when she walked or reached up for something. She obviously had no bra on because I could clearly make out her small nipples poking at the tight cotton of the T-shirt. When she bent over to get something from the bottom of the refrigerator I was granted a full view of her beautiful ass. Her panties riding slightly in the crack and pulled tightly enough that I think I could make out her outer lips through the thin material. Instantly I was hard again, but if I went to the bathroom or the bedroom so quickly she’d know something was up.
“I hope your hungry Allen!” she said, “I’ve been slavin’ away all morning here!”
“Hell yes! I’m starvin’! Looks like you cooked the whole farm here.”
“Well, I knew you’d have an appetite, after last night.”
What’d she mean by that? Was she talking about the drinking, or could she somehow have known what I did. Could she know that I had listened to her pee and then jerked off allover myself? I wasn’t sure. Sitting down to the table it was difficult to conceal my ever-growing erection. I was wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. Plus, the table was clear glass so the only thing I could do was position my plate to hide my arousal. All through breakfast I was thinking about my sexy stepsister. She would reach across the table, or stretch her arms above her head, all the while pulling her shirt tighter against her firm breasts. The glass table did come in handy for me to check her out though.
She ate fast and cleared her stuff from the table, saying she would read the paper in her with me so I wouldn’t have to eat by myself. When she returned from getting the paper and sat down her shirt caught the back of the chair and pulled up around her waist giving me a clear view barely covered pussy. I ate slowly, taking my time, watching her with every bite. I didn’t think she could see me because she held the paper up in front of her face while she read, but soon she was moving her legs farther apart, giving me a better look. She even reached down once or twice and lightly rubbed her inner thigh. By this time my cock was completely engorged, and there was a bead of pre-cum building at the tip, soaking through my pants.
“So Allen,” she asked me, without looking up from her paper, “you like what you see?”
