Me follo a mi hermanastra cuando no hay nadie en casa

Title: A Sister’s Secret Softcore Sleaze

The hallway was empty, the air still and quiet. The ticking of the grandfather clock echoed in the silence, punctuating each passing second. I crept silently, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet with each step. The walls were adorned with portraits of stern-faced ancestors, their painted eyes seeming to follow me as I inched closer to my destination.

I had been waiting for this moment all day, ever since I caught a glimpse of her in the hallway earlier this morning. My step-sister, Samantha, had been heading towards her bedroom, her pert behind barely contained by a pair of tight denim cut-offs. She was all bouncing curls, side-swept bangs, and a smile that could light up a room. As she passed by the hall mirror, she caught me staring and flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling through the reflection.

It was that look that had gotten me worked up all day, the knowledge that she knew I was watching her. I tried to convincing myself to mind my own business, but I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She was my forbidden fruit, the unattainable desire that only made the fire within me burn hotter.

And so, I found myself in this compromising position, a peeping tom in my own house. I paused outside her door, my stomach tied up in knots. I knew it was a violation of her privacy, a betrayal of our sibling bond, but I couldn’t resist the primal urge to see more.

I slowly turned the doorknob, trying to avoid any creaks that might expose my presence. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from her open laptop screen. The sound of soft panting filled the room, and I could see shadows flickering on the wall, revealing a private scene I had imagined countless times before.

There she was, my forbidden fantasy, sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs spread wide. Her cutoff shorts were pooled around one ankle, and she was wearing nothing underneath except for a tiny red thong. Her top was unbuttoned, her bra pushed to the side to reveal a perfect pair of tits that bounced gently with each movement of her hand.

I watched in stunned silence as she plunged her fingers inside her wet pussy, her pussy lips slick and glistening with her arousal. She was biting her lip, her back arched, and her face scrunched up in delight as she teased her clit with her thumb. I could hear the wet sound of her juices as she dipped her fingers in and out, stretching herself wider with each pass.

I felt a stirring in my pants as I watched, my cock hardening at the sight of my step-sister pleasuring herself. I knew I should have looked away, should have given her the privacy she deserved, but I was too transfixed, too enthralled by the sight before me.

She increased her pace, her breathing becoming more labored as she approached her climax. Her other hand came up to play with her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. I could see them stiffen and peak under her touch, just begging to be sucked and bitten.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the room. “Fuck yes, just like that.”

I felt my own hand moving to my crotch, rubbing my hard cock through the material of my sweatpants. I couldn’t help it, the sight of her had me so worked up that I needed some kind of release.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered, her voice pitch rising with each word. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I watched, transfixed, as her orgasm hit her. Her hips lifted off the bed, her back arching as she buried her fingers deep inside her cunt. Her thighs trembled, her stomach clenched, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream as she rode out her peak.

It was such a sight to behold, watching her in all her sexual glory. I felt a pang of jealousy, wishing I could be the one to touch her, to bring her to such heights of pleasure. But I knew it could never be, she was my sister and those feelings were taboo.

I knew I should leave, should sneak away before she caught me. But I was frozen, my eyes glued to the screen as she slowly came down from her high. Her chest was heaving, her nipples still hard and erect. She had a satisfied smile on her face as she pulled her fingers out of her dripping cunt.

I finally mustered up the strength to turn away, my head swimming with lust and guilt. I quietly closed the door behind me, careful not to make a sound. I leaned back against the wall, my breathing heavy and my heart pounding in my chest.

I knew I had done something wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel truly bad. I had seen something beautiful, something sensual and intimate. And even though I knew I should have looked away, I was glad I hadn’t. It was a moment that would be seared into my memory forever, a naughty little secret that I would keep locked away in the depths of my mind.

As I made my way back to my room, I could hear her humming softly to herself, the sound filling me with a sense of peace and satisfaction. I knew I would never be able to look at her the same way again, but that was a problem for another day. For now, I would bask in the afterglow of my forbidden fruit, the sister who had shown me a glimpse of heaven.