Stepsister Is Changing Clothes In The Bathroom And We Have Secret Sex In It

Title: “A Steamy Exhibition”

Sarah and I had been flirting for months, our intense chemistry practically vibrating through the air whenever we were in the same room. As her older stepsister, I’d resented her at first, jealous of her youth and beauty. But slowly, I’d come to crave her, desire her, in ways I could barely admit to myself.

We’d been staying at my parents’ house for the summer, a miserable sweltering heat wave sweeping through the region. One evening after a family dinner, I found myself cornered in the bathroom by Sarah, our breasts heaving and faces flushed as we eyed each other hungrily.

With a smug smile, she began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the creamy swells of her cleavage. My eyes widened as she let the fabric slip from her slim shoulders and fall to the floor. She was wearing a lacy white bra that struggle to contain her ample bosom.

Before I could stop myself, I stepped forward and brushed my fingertips over the thin fabric, cupping the weight of one of her breasts. Her nipple stiffened beneath the delicate lace, and I couldn’t resist teasing it with my thumb. Sarah gasped, arching into my touch, her eyes hazy with lust.

She reached behind to unclasp her bra and let it fall away, freeing her perfect breasts. I leaned down to capture one rose bud peak between my lips, suckling her greedily. Sarah moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair to pull me closer. I moved from one breast to the other, lavishing them both with attention until she was writhing against me in need.

Her hands roamed over my curves, sliding under my shirt to explore the smooth skin of my back. I shimmied out of my top and bra, giving her access to my own aching nipples. Our bare breasts pressed together as we kissed, all tongues and teeth and desperation.

Sarah dropped to her knees and gazed up at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. She ran her hands over my thighs and up my skirt, making my body quiver with anticipation. Then she nuzzled between my legs, inhaling my musky scent before pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my aching core through the thin barrier of my panties. I nearly came undone right then.

Sarah licked a slow stripe over my cotton-covered sex, the vibrations from her moan making me whimper. Hooking her fingers in my panties, she tugged them down my legs until I could step out of them. She rewarded me by spreading my slick folds and diving back in, licking and sucking with wild abandon.

I had to bit my lip to keep from crying out, my pleasure rapidly building. Sarah was skilled and relentless, bringing me right to the edge again and again before pulling back. When she slipped two fingers knuckle-deep inside me and crooked them against my G-spot while suckling on my clit, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came with a sharp cry, my inner walls clenching around her fingers as ecstasy crashed over me in waves.

But Sarah wasn’t finished with me yet. She rose to her feet and turned me around, pressing my front against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. Still hazy from my explosive orgasm, I let her manhandle me, eager to see what she had in store next.

She pushed my skirt up around my waist and caressed my bare buttocks, giving them a sharp smack that stung in the best way. I moaned into the tile, pushing my ass back against her palm. Sarah took the opportunity to slip her fingers into my dripping center, scissoring them to stretch me open.

The obscene wet sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of me filled the small room, mingling with our panting breaths. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” she grunted, scissoring a third finger into me. “I can’t wait to stretch this sweet little pussy with my cock.”

I nearly sobbed in relief when I felt the blunt head of her strap-on replace her fingers, pressing insistently at my entrance. She pushed forward, sinking into me inch by delicious inch until I was filled completely. I’d never felt so full, so stretched, so utterly claimed. It was everything I’d been craving and more.

Sarah began to move, her strong hips slamming into me with enough force to make me see stars. Each thrust drilled into my G-spot, winding me back up toward an even more explosive peak. I spasmed and clenched around her thrusting cock, the tingling coils of pleasure pulling tighter and tighter in my core.

Just when I thought I’d push myself over the edge, Sarah reached around to roughly pinch and tweak my clit, sending me flying apart with a silent scream. I stiffened and bucked against her, my pussy milking her cock as I came harder than I ever had in my life. Lights exploded behind my eyes and I nearly collapsed as the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced ripped through me.

Sarah grunted, slamming into me a few more times before slumping forward with a satisfied moan, pressing her front to my back. She panted against my sweaty neck, giving her hips an occasional little roll as aftershocks rippled through us both.

After a long moment, she slid out of me and with fumbling hands we cleaned up and put ourselves back together. Our eyes met in the mirror, still dark with desire and satisfaction. I knew it wouldn’t be the last time we snuck off for a bathroom quickie. It was a fond memory we’d both treasure.

As we crept back into the kitchen to join the rest of the family, I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over Sarah’s ass, covertly reminiscing about the way it had felt bouncing against my thighs just minutes before. Dinner wasilles, but I couldn’t stop thinking of the forbidden, raw passion we’d just shared. I was already eager for our next alone time.|i films could be 20 minutes long forgoing the 1,000 word count.