All Chapters of NAKED INK: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I stayed in place, just lightly pressing down. There was the distant sensation that maybe something could be there, but I knew I wouldn't be able to reach it in the moment. Instead, I sort of teased myself while I watched my step sister take herself down the path to pleasure."Nothing?" Zara asked, suddenly aware that I was staring at her."Kinda?" I said, "I get the feeling it might work if some things were different. But not right now.""Oh, OK," Zara said, clearly disappointed. "That's too bad. I'm glad you tried it though.""Me too," I said.Carefully, I got off the floor. I tossed Zara's pillow back on her bed. My older step sister was still pressing herself when I left.I wandered away, feeling shell shocked. Unable to remember where I'd been headed in the first place.About an hour later, I was in my bedroom -- sweating my balls off while playing Elden Ring -- when the thought popped into my head.I could be doing it right now.It was a random idea, borne of nothing, as if my s

Lilly did not do that. Instead, she stayed at the door, narrowing her eyes like she was processing everything."It's fine, Lilly," I said, the panic rising in my throat. "We're hanging out.""We're planning your birthday gift," Zara said. This was a particularly bad lie, since we were doing nothing that looked like planning. And Lilly's 18th birthday was still a good two months away.But while our youngest step sister was super sweet, she wasn't very sharp. She wasn't a dope, just far too trusting. The kind of girl who couldn't understand that people might lie to her for their own benefit. "Oh!" she said, brightly, "OK." And quickly scampered away.I wasn't going to argue with our good luck. I got off the floor, gently closed Zara's door, and returned to what we were doing.The second time we almost got caught, though, was on Zara. It was a Saturday afternoon, a week or so later, and she found me watching TV in the living room. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a pink Tom Nook on i

"What?" I asked. "What's wrong with Kara? She's your friend, isn't she?""I just think you could do better," Zara said. I realized it, suddenly. Zara wasn't playing around. Her feelings were actually, honestly hurt. As if she hadn't done the same thing to me moments before."Well, what about Randy?" I asked. "I mean, the guy doesn't even have a real name. Don't you think you should set your sights a little higher?”Zara went quiet. She pursed her lips. The air in the room felt thick and heavy. Filled with anger and resentment. More than either of us could carry. After weeks of unbreakable buoyancy, this one silly conversation had popped us both. I started to get off the floor, but Zara stopped me."There is this one other guy," she said. Her cheeks went a little red.I realized my step sister was making a peace offering and, fortunately, I was smart enough to accept it. I let myself be held in place."He's really cute, kinda handsome," Zara said, "Light brown hair. Nice body." She ran

But this was weird right? Tell me I'm not strange for thinking it was weird that my big step sister was going to take out her titties in the middle of the living room in front of her younger brother, as casually as pouring herself a drink.Yet, no matter how I felt about it, my step sister was doing it. Zara reached down for the bottom of her tank and pulled it over her head. You'd think she was ripping off a band-aid, not exposing her twin holiest of holies to her kid brother. But Zara kept it casual.I more than made up for Zara's lack of concern, however, with my own reaction. I gaped. I gawped. My step sister sat back on the couch in nothing but a lacy black bra and a pair of tiny, scarlet shorts. You'd think she'd just showed me the mysteries of the universe. And, to some extent, she truly had.There are no words to describe what Zara had revealed to me. Her bra covered a good portion of her breasts, but still. Her boobs were massive. Full and proud. Yet perfectly shaped and wond

This, though what Zara was suggesting was so close to actual sex with my step sister, I didn't know how to respond. Would I, like, touch her? Would we kiss? Would she grab my butt while I pressed against her?"Well, we'll have to touch," Zara answered, "Definitely no kissing, though. And as to your butt, well, you do have a nice ass. But I'll try to restrain myself if you will.""I don't know, Zara," I said."Pleeeeeease," Zara said, "If we don't like it, we can stop. I promise it'll be awesome, and I bet it'll feel way better than doing it on the floor. And it won't be anything different than we're already doing. It's almost exactly the same thing. Truly." "So, you would, like, lie down. And I would be on top of you. And we would sort of, um, align?”"Exactly," Zara said. She clapped her hands. Somehow, it seemed, I'd agreed to do this without realizing it.My buxom, beautiful, blonde older step sister climbed onto her bed and lay on her back. She patted the comforter, like asking a