Being a flirty stepsister is so hard! I have to fuck day and night because I’m a virgin all the time! (18 )

Title: “The Perils of a Flirtatious Stepsister on Halloween Night”

The leaves crunched under my heels as I strolled down the dimly lit street, my petite frame swaying with each step. The cool autumn air nipp at my bare thighs, but I paid it no mind. Tonight, I was on a mission – to find the perfect costume for Halloween.

As I neared the adult store, my phone buzzed in my purse. I glanced at the screen and my heart skipped a beat. It was a text from my stepbrother, Jake. “Hey sexy, what are you up to?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. Jake had always been a bit of a flirt, but lately, his advances had become harder to ignore. Being a virgin and having to deal with his constant teasing was beginning to take its toll.

I decided to play along, typing back a mischievous reply: “Oh, just perusing the lingerie section. Care to join me for some ‘private’ shopping?”

The little devil icon lit up almost immediately. “Count me in, naughty girl! I’ll be right there.”

Twenty minutes later, I was in Jake’s car, our bodies pressed close, the sexual tension palpable. He reached over and ran a finger along my thigh. “You look good enough to eat, sis. Is that outfit for me?”

I bit my lip, trying to maintain a guise of innocence. “Of course, silly. I only dress up for you.”

As we pulled into the adult store’s parking lot, Jake’s hand found its way higher up my dress. I let out a surprised yelp. This was going too far!

Inside, Jake disappeared for a few moments. When he returned, he was holding an incredibly revealing neon costume. “I think this one was made just for you, baby.”

I blushed as I held it up. It was a college cheerleader outfit – tiny plaid skirt, midriff baring top, a letterman jacket with the number ’69’ prominently displayed on the back. “I don’t know, Jake…”

He took the costume from my hands and handed me a sports bra and tiny thong from a nearby rack. “Go on, try it on. For me?” His puppy dog eyes melted my reserve.

Grudgingly, I accepted the items and headed towards the dressing room. As I stripped out of my panties and dress, I couldn’t help but admire my perky breasts in the sports bra. Jake always seemed to enjoy my figure, and that thought spurred me to rush into trying on his chosen outfit.

I stepped out of the changing room, my longtime crush’s eyes immediately locked on my barely clad body. He let out a low whistle. “Damn, slut. You’re making it hard for me to focus on getting you a costume.”

My cheeks flamed red. “Jake! You’re such a pervert. I should walk out of here right now.”

He stepped closer, his fingers trailing up my arm as he spoke. “But then you wouldn’t get to see how far I took this ‘shopping’ trip, sis.”

Before I could respond, he pulled me into a nearby supply closet. The moment the door shut behind us, he pounced. His lips were on mine in an instant, his hands groping my tight, mock cheerleader body. I tried to push him off, but it was no use.

Suddenly, the closet door burst open. It was the store manager. “Jake Danville! I haven’t seen you since high school! What are you doing locked in this closet with the girl of the hour?”

Time seemed to stop as the three of us stood there, emotions and clothing askew. Jake blushed profusely and tried to stammer out an excuse. “I uh, we… this isn’t what it looks like!”

The manager folded her arms, unimpressed by his attempt at innocence. “Save it, kid. You’re banned from this store for the next year. Now get out of here, both of you!”

Defeated, Jake and I scurried out of the store, leaving behind our ill-gotten costumes and some shred of innocence. We spent the rest of the evening sulking over my crush’s failed seduction, both of uncertain of how to move forward from this runway sexual rendezvous.

As we drove home, a heavy silence hung between us. I couldn’t help but think Jake’s advances would only continue, even escalate after this. Being a virgin and continuously preyed upon by your flirty stepbrother is a hard cross to bear.