Josh’s stepsister Amy made a hobby out of teasing him. She tortured him daily walking around the house in those skimpy shorts. Her smirk told him she knew he beat off with her in mind every night.
Then she broke her arms. With her hands in casts, she needed someone to shave her legs. Could he wear down her resistance while kneeling between her legs? He’d damn well try.
Warning: This erotic short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The plot involves intercourse between a man and his stepsister. All sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen and are not biologically related to one another.
Her eyes locked on his crotch when he stood up, her eyes widening before she scowled at him. “Jesus! You’re turned on!”
“Seriously? You think I’m a saint? Of course I’m turned on! You’re hot, and this is sexy. Don’t worry. I’ll control my lust.”
He held her elbow while she sat down and repeated the process on her other armpit. When he was finished, he and his hand had an appointment.
Amy eyed him a bit uncertainly before standing up. He brushed her hands aside and undid her belt. “Just think of this as my reward for helping you out.”
Her eyes rolled, but she didn’t club him with a cast. “You are such a pervert. I’m your freaking stepsister and you want to undress me. You’ll probably run back to your room and beat off.”
His only answer was a smile. He undid the button to her jeans and slowly lowered her zipper, revealing a slice of heaven. In this case, heaven was a pair of silky black panties. He tugged her jeans until the fell to the floor, never taking his eyes off her.
“Hello? Eyes up here. It’s rude to stare at my underwear.”
He reluctantly moved his eyes to her face. “It’ll be hard to shave you without looking.”
She sighed. “Fine. I must be crazy. Stare all you want, just as long as you get busy.” She explained how best to cover her legs and leaned back to let him work.
He tried to focus on her legs, but his eyes kept darting up to her cloth-covered mound. The lavender scent of her body wash made his cock even more sensitive. He’d better be careful, or he might pop a load in his pants.
Her feet were unexpectedly dainty. He started at her calves and worked up to her knees. The higher he climbed, the easier it was to get lost staring between her legs. He could clearly see the outline of her pussy through the fabric. He noticed a slightly musky scent and wondered if that was her sex.
If he thought her armpits had been an erotic adventure, her legs were ten times better. The touch of her soft skin made his mouth water. The sound of her breathing seemed to match his heartbeat, which was racing. She would never admit it, but he thought this was turning her on.
Once he reached her knees, she had no choice but to spread her legs to give him better access. That brought her pussy into full view. He could see the shape of her lips through the cloth and the musky smell was stronger.
She reached down and tapped her mound with one finger. “Up periscope, perv. You’ve stared at the goods long enough. Shave.”
About Amber Adams
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Published November 6, 2011
by Dirty Girl Publishing.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.