It happened the spring I came to live with my father's new family. I really liked my new stepbrother Billy. I'd watch him, biting my bottom lip to keep myself from uttering a sound. His body was a divine work of art. He was so muscular and had such soulful eyes. He was hot. The more I watched him, the more I wanted him. When I was alone in the house I'd go into his room, slip off my own shirt and put on one of his. Then I'd lie down on his bed, slip my hand inside my panties and masturbate to fantasies of him. Oh, the things I wished he'd do to me.
After a while, it became harder to contain myself. I began leaving my bedroom door ajar when I undressed, hoping he would see me. I wasn't sure if had or not, so I decided it was time for something bolder. One day, while alone in the house, I went into his room like usual, only this time I had a Polaroid camera with me. I took pictures of myself in his room as I undressed. First I took one with my blouse unbuttoned. Then one wearing just my lace bra and matching panties. It was hard to get the pictures to come out right, but I persisted in my efforts. Then I took off my bra. I wanted to be sure he got a glimpse of my big tits.
Next I laid down on Billy's bed and took one of my hand inside my panties. Then I took off my panties. It felt good to finally be completely naked on his sheets. I took a picture with my legs spread, then with my hand caressing my pussy. Satisfied with the results, I sealed them inside an envelope and hid them beneath his pillow. I was so horny, being naked in his room and knowing he would soon open my gift. I found that lightly gliding and grinding my pussy over his bedpost felt nice. Very nice. It wasn't his cock, but it did the trick in getting me off. I licked my own cum off the bedpost when I was done.
Later that day, Billy did indeed find the surprise I had left for him. And surprised he was, as he lay on his bed looking at the sexy pictures of his stepsister. It turned him on to know now what I'd been doing in his room when he was gone. It gave him a hard on, and he beat off while looking at the pictures. He decided to make me wait a day before making his move. He needed me to understand that when he did take me, he was going to be in control. So the next morning, he just smiled at me and said "morning" like he always did. He could tell the wheels were turning in my head. He came a little to close to me while stepping around me in the kitchen, our bodies touching as he looked briefly into my eyes, then left for work. I was so hot that day. I masturbated repeatedly.
That night, while I lay sleeping, Billy quietly entered my room, making sure to lock the door behind him. He sat down on the bed beside me and softly stroked my cheek. I awoke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest as our eyes locked, his face just inches from mine. The next moment brought our first kiss, filled with tenderness and longing. As the kiss deepened, our hunger for each other became more impatient and insistent. Our tongues tangled as he pulled the covers off me and his hands began to roam freely over my body.
