Bareback With My Stepsister
My stepsister Sheila moved back home after college, and suddenly I saw her in a whole new light. In one day, everything changes – and suddenly we were tearing each other’s clothes off as we tumble into forbidden territory.
All characters are well over 18 and are not related by blood.
Warning: This 3300-word story is filled with forbidden lust, bareback sex, cum-shots, and impregnation. More
Our parents had left the day before, for a two-week vacation in Florence, their second honeymoon as they called it. I guess they trusted their kids not to do anything reckless.
Watching Sheila out the window, I couldn’t help noticing how beautiful she was. Her long blond hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her big blue eyes darted purposefully as she looked for the right tomatoes. She was wearing a pair of denim cutoffs that showed off her long, tanned legs. They seem to go on for miles, and I could not take my eyes off of them.
In fact, my eyes kept being drawn back to the tight curves of Sheila's ass, which I had a great view of this she bent over to rummage among the plants. It was just the right size, muscled and yet rounded, and I could not keep myself from imagining what it would be like to run my hands over it.
I felt my own jeans beginning to get tight, as my cock stirred. I was staring at a beautiful woman, and biology was acting predictably. But – what the hell? That beautiful woman with my stepsister, and I had no right to feel what I was feeling. None at all.
And yet I kept watching. Sheila caught up her hair and twisted it into a knot, revealing a delicate and surprisingly pale neck. She stretched her arms up over her head, and looked up at the sky, a smile playing about her lips as she very clearly was delighting in the beautiful June morning.
As she lifted her arms, her tank top rode up, just a bit, exposing the stripers flash above the waistband of her shorts. Her belly button peeped at me, tantalizingly.
And then my eyes followed the curve of her slim silhouette, up, up until they reach the swell of her breasts. I gasped. How had I never noticed those full, luscious globes? Shit. Sheila must be a D cup at least, I thought to myself.
I reached down and undid my top button.