ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS WORK ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 AND DO NOT EXIST.
NO HARMING OF ANY PERSON WAS DONE IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY.
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Hi. I'm Josh. Just to give a little background on myself, I am 6 ft 5 in tall, broad at the shoulders but I would hardly call myself fat. I have short but messy brown hair, and blueish-gray eyes. I left home for college right out of high school on a scholarship, and I'm currently studying for a Major in Law Enforcement, and it was going okay, until the day I got some big news. Then my entire world changed.
I was sitting in my dorm room doing some "research" on my laptop about how to spot a working prostitute, and doing a little bit of touching the bone while I was at it. Hey, I may be close to becoming certified to become a cop, But I'm still a 23 year old, single, virgin male. I'm not entirely sure why I was still a virgin, considering the fact that I have had plenty of girlfriends, 2 smoking hot step-sisters, and I'm pretty well endowed, if I do say so myself. I was just starting to think about the hotter sister of mine, Anika, whose perfectly shaped 38 C cup breasts always made every man that looked at them cum right then and there. She has the most amazing ass that flows so smoothly when she walks, and she hardly ever wears underwear. How can I tell? Easy. She always wears nice and tight leggings that ride up her crack and leave nothing to the imagination, except taking the thin protective covering off of her right there.
Anyway, I was just sitting in bed, pleasing the sausage, and I hear the unmistakable knock of my mother coming to visit. I groaned, rolling out of bed, and tried my best to hide my aching cock. I decided to look through the peephole before I opened the case, ya know, anxiety and all that fun stuff, and it wasn't my mom. It was my STEP-SISTER! You know, the one I was just fantasizing about.
I opened the door, and the next thing I know, Anika is in my arms, embracing me in a hug, and I return the action to her.
"What are you doing here sis?" I asked her. "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for college now? Seeings how you graduated 2 years ago."
"Actually, I came to see you. To give you some good news," she replied, before letting go of me and pulling a suitcase into her room. I started theorizing about why she has a suitcase with her, and why she brought it into my room, but before I could say anything else, she shut the door, and locked it behind her. "I pulled some strings with the alumni, along with the housing directors, and we're sharing the same college," Anika said, smiling as she plopped down onto my bed, stretching her arms and legs out.
"Really? That's GREAT!" I said. "But uhh, why are you in my room?" I asked. "And why would you have to pull strings with housing?"