LOGINThird Person POV
I belatedly notice that she's standing in front of her dresser, which has a big mirror over it. Through the mirror, I get one more look at her nipple-tipped mounds as she slips her arms in the straps, pulls her swim suit top up over her chest, and reaches inside each cup to adjust her tits. She checks herself in the mirror and opens her bedroom door.
Shit! I better get in the pool fast. I've been so engrossed in watching her change that I didn't think about what would happen if she saw me coming around the side of the house and I wasn't even wet yet. Speaking of cumming around the side of the house; that was going to have to wait. I'm still hard as I hit the pool at a run and swim to the deep end, treading water, as she comes out of the house.
"How's the water?"
"Great, come on in!" I yell, hoping the cool water will relieve me of my uncomfortable, and obvious condition.
We stay in the pool for about an hour, fooling around like we usually do. If my step-sister notices anything different, in the way I'm acting or looking at her, she doesn't let on. I'm trying to act normal, but every time her tits get close to me, I can't help but think about her pink nipples sticking out from her firm young breasts. When she sits on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs and pushing the water sideways with her foot, I stare at the crotch of her swimsuit, imagining how her pussy looks. Fortunately, I don't have to imagine for very long.
When we're finished, I again make an excuse about checking the filter and run around to the side of the house. I wait a while and start getting nervous that maybe my step-sister is coming back outside. I'm just about to abandon my position when she walks into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her.
She's taken her wet swimsuit off in the bathroom and is now dropping the towel, as she closes her bedroom door. My eyes are glued to her pussy and what a sight! It isn't the first pussy I've ever seen, but the excitement of seeing my twin step-sister 's pussy, makes my cock spring to life.
She has a nice v-shaped patch of blonde hair that almost covers her pussy lips, which are protruding slightly downward between her legs. I'm rubbing my cock like crazy and trying to take it all in, remembering how fast she changed earlier. But I'm in for a wonderful surprise. My step-sister puts on lotion after she swims before she gets dressed.
I watch her standing naked, in front of the mirror, squeezing lotion onto her hands. She rubs her hands together and starts massaging lotion onto her arms and shoulders. I love the way her firm tits move, pointing her pink nipples right at the mirror, when she reaches up to rub lotion on her shoulders. Pulling my hard cock out of my swimsuit, I begin seriously stroking it, as she rubs lotion across her stomach.
Beginning just below her navel, she rubs the lotion up over her flat stomach and her ribs. Lifting each breast, one at a time, she gently squeezes it, as she rubs the lotion in. It looks like she lingers a little on her nipples, and I watch them hCollins, as she slides her lotion covered hands across them. Then, to my surprise, she turns around and walks toward the window. Her bed is just under the window, but the way I've positioned the blinds, I can't see it very well. It doesn't matter, because what she does next, makes me shoot my load all over the shrubbery.
When she gets close to the bed, she squeezes more lotion onto her hand, lifts her right foot up on the edge of the bed and rubs lotion on her leg. Fuck! I can't believe my luck! From my vantage point outside her window, looking under the blinds, I'm staring right into her fucking pussy! As she shifts her leg around, rubbing in the lotion, her pussy looks like it has a life of its own. I watch her pussy lips opening and closing, moving her patch of blonde hair back and forth as she rubs lotion up and down her legs.
I'm about four feet away from the most amazing sight I've ever seen. My cock is rock hard and I'm pumping it furiously. As she leans forward to rub lotion on her ankles, her tits hang down like cones and her nipples are pointing straight down toward her bed. When she finishes with her left leg and is lifting her right leg onto the bed, I can't take it any longer and shoot my load on the ground and the surrounding shrubbery. I finish watching her rub the lotion on her leg and when she starts to get dressed, I run into the house and into my bedroom to change clothes.
Over the next two months, I shoot a lot of cum outside her window. I make a few strategic adjustments to her blinds and even bring out the digital camcorder a few times. Watching a video doesn't come close to the live action, and I know I can see her change anytime, so I erase the video to avoid getting caught. I think I can explain being on the side of the house, but if I was ever caught with a video of my naked step-sister , I think my dad would kill me. I've occasionally watched her get dressed to go out, but nothing compares to watching her come out of the swimming pool and rubbing on lotion - and she does it every time.
Tara laughed. "She can be a little conservative, I know. I remember her high school boyfriends all limping home with horrific blue balls. I guess I don't want to be like Kate, either. Just, maybe, something in between?" "Speaking of our significant others, maybe we should try to go find them," I said.Tara agreed.We climbed off the couch and wandered around. Through the living room and over to the kitchen. I noticed that Brian had abandoned his post. We found a set of stairs that led down to a gaming room with a pool table and yet another fully stocked bar. It was still as crowded as before -- more people than I could remember ever seeing in one house. But we didn't see Kate or Jesse anywhere."Maybe in the upstairs?" Tara suggested.We made our way up to the second floor and found ourselves looking down a long, dark hallway. There were four closed doors on either side, plus one at the end. The music was quieter here, muted. The crowds had kept themselves to the downstairs. It was al
Brian went straight to a nearby cooler that was resting on the floor. He knelt down and grabbed a bottle of beer, cracking it open before handing it to me. I turned to hand it back to Jesse, but he was gone. I supposed he'd dropped away at some point on the journey over. I guess I was supposed to wonder about him, but honestly, I was glad my greasy shadow was gone."See? I told you," Brian said, clinking his own beer with mine. "Nice, right?""It's a lot," I said."Hell yeah!" Brian said, clapping me on the back."Won't the neighbors complain about the noise?" I asked."Are you kidding? They're all here, too," Brian said, pointing around the room.We stayed in the kitchen, drinking and doing our best to talk over the cacophony. Brian plied me with beers, and we talked about work stuff. When that topic ran out, we moved to sports. We didn't have much else to say to each other, and it was a stark reminder of how surface-level our friendship was. Like a particularly fickle houseplant, it
I could see why she appreciated my outfit as Tara was wearing practically the same thing: a thin green sweater and a pair of dark jeans. Sensing that the moment was only getting more awkward, I hurried over to shake Jesse's hand. He gave me a firm grip, but the look in his eyes spoke only of escape.Jesse was a tall guy (I had to look up to meet his eyes and, as I said, I'm over six feet) with messy, dark brown hair, and tattoos sleeved top to bottom on both arms. I'm told he's handsome, but I found him gawky and odd. The fact that he stank of cigarettes only made him more off-putting.Unlike the rest of us who'd dressed up, Jesse looked like he was going to spend the night working on his motorcycle he had on a dark, stained t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. I doubted he'd washed his hair in weeks. His look matched his 'dirtbag' personality to a tee.We spent a little time standing there, talking in the living room like some higher being was forcing us. We were all familiar with eac
"I suppose," I said, "It's a nice thought.""Right?" Brian gave me a hearty slap on the shoulder. It felt like getting shoved by a gorilla. "We get married and we get locked into who we are. Who we think that's how it should be. But the truth is, you can have everything you want. Trust me, Kate's feeling the same thing. Even if she isn't willing to say it. You just have to be willing to take risks. Are you willing to do that, Andy? Take a risk to get what you truly want?""I'm not sure I understand what you mean," I said, cagey."I'm talking about a party, man!" Brian said, and he threw back his head and laughed. "Going out, having a good time, the whole thing. Vanessa and I both think you two would have an amazing time. It would mean a lot to us if you showed." I knew my answer was 'no.' But I couldn't form the word in front of Brian. I was weirdly anxious about disappointing him. So, instead, I deftly deflected. I told him that I had to talk to Kate first, knowing that my wife would
A week later, Kate met with her sister for brunch again. This time, thankfully, my wife came home buzzed and bubbly. It was like seeing the sun for the first time after weeks of storms."Tara laid down the law," Kate explained as she walked into our house, "And Jesse backed off." She wrapped her long arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. She started to lead me back to the bedroom. I followed her, like a giddy puppy.As soon as we got to the bedroom, I reached back to unzip her dress, but she wagged her finger at me. Kate slipped away from my grasp, then turned out all the lights and closed the blinds. The room took on a dusky, tangerine tint. Kate went into the master bathroom. I heard her washing up.I got naked and sat on the bed, waiting for her. Kate opened the door and gasped."Get under the covers, you naughty boy," she said, giggling.I did as I was told. The room was bright enough with the midday sun that I could make out the curves of my wife's incredible body as she crosse
For the next few days, despite the fact that we didn't talk about what had happened, our conversation kept rambling through my mind. I soon found out that Kate had been ruminating on it, as well.It happened on a Wednesday night. We'd gone out for dinner with my work friend, Brian, and his wife, Vanessa. It was one of those meet-cute couple dates where we tried to see if maybe we could be more than people who shared a job. We met at a new restaurant, a former diner that with a retro 50's style and cheeky offerings like 'deconstructed mac and cheese' and 'impossible meatloaf.' The place was loud and bustling -- far too hip and trying way too hard for the simple suburbia that surrounded it.Brian and Vanessa were a nice enough couple. They were younger than us by a few years and clearly from a more popular crowd. Brian was athletic, shorter than me but well-built, with close-cropped dark hair. His wife, Vanessa, was a very pretty blonde with one of those shining smiles that must have ta
Brian started grinding against Ariana again. But even I could tell, from a distance, that this was all a ploy. As expected, Brian let his dick break into Ariana's pussy. But this time, he didn't stop. "Brian..." Ariana moaned."Stop being such a bitch," Brian told her.Ariana's eyes went wide, but
The hands left Ava's body, and her eyes snapped open. She hadn't noticed closing them. The two movers stood ahead of her looking her over like hungry bears. It was her chance to run. Ava tried to sprint away, but Miles seized her bare waist and pulled her back, kicking
"Oh god! I'm cumming!" Ava wailed. Her pussy clamped down around the hard member inside her. Her cunt pulsed and pulled, tightening like a vice around his ever-thrusting cock. She could feel it pulsing inside her strong and fast. Her cum oozed down her thighs, coating
Not noticing Elias's look of surprise, since her head and eyes were now down, Mrs. Mark. continued. "And thank you for showing my master how to properly use the different tools to punish his whore, and for stretching this whore's ass, with the butt plug," she finished breathlessly, not daring to lo







