My Stepsister Let Me Fuck Her While My Parents Werent At Home 19 Min

The sun crept over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the quiet suburban street. Inside the modest ranch home, 19-year-old Justin stirred from his slumber, the promise of another lazy summer day stretching before him. Little did he know, this day would prove unforgettable.

Justin was the definition of a typical American teenager. Slightly scruffy, with unkempt brown hair, he preferred the comfort of sweatpants to the hassle of dress pants. His Fischer Price aspirations had dwindled since high school, and his current gig working part-time at a cell phone store left much to be desired.

Lazily strolling downstairs, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted his senses. As he entered the kitchen, his 32-year-old stepmother Veronica stood by the counter, her silky red hairup in a relaxed ponytail. Wearing only a thin white tank top and lace panties, her ample breasts threatened to spill out with each stretch. Justin felt himself half-harden at the sight.

“Morning hun,” Veronica sang, not even bothering to cover up. “Your dad and ichave plans today. We’ll be gone most of the day.” Her German accent always made Justin weak.

Justin simply grunted, reaching into the fridge for some orange juice. Veronica’s eyes danced over her step-son’s tight physique. “Such a grown man you are now, ja?”

With a smirk, Justin shrugged and took a long swig. “I’ll manage, step-mom.”

“Naturally, you will. Though I worry what problems a lonelyer may get up to. Careful, yes?”

Justin rolled his eyes. Veronica was never one for subtlety. He knew she derived wicked pleasure in toying with him. Departing with a “see ya,” he trudged back to his bedroom, tryingso hard not to be hypnotized by Veronica’s swaying hips as she grabbed her purse and keys.

The house seems tolerably empty as he laid on his bed, scrolling through Instagram. Veronica and Dad had only been married for a few short years, but the incestuous tension within the family homehad always hung heavily in the stale air. Sharing the upstairs bathroom with Veronica, Justin couldn’t help but get an eyeful of her glistening wet body before she’d wrap herself up snugly in a towel, giggling. Steam would fill his nostrils as Veronica would dress and get ready just outside his room, the door cracked ever so slightly, hinting at her upbringing abroad where inhibitions were thrown out the window. Even her oversized bathrobe within reach radiated with her spicy, intoxicating scent. Watching Veronica would be Justin’s favorite shower-time enterprise.

Whenever the chance would present, Justin would catch how Veronica regarded him; her condescending eyes saying so much. With an elegant hand on her hip and a smirk stretched thin, Veronica would size up her young step-son a step too long for a typical familial relationship. Stood before her in his towel, Justin felt stripped bare and the thick muscle in his throat convulsed with an audible gulp. Veronica’s eyes flickered to his crotch before meeting his own, piercing them with a haunting intensity then playfully giggling and saying, “a boy so big, howVER do you fit that into your tight pants? Tsk tsk!”

His cock surged to life as black memories danced about. Veronica was forever the playful scamp not sparing a delicate spirit. Their scandals almost paled to purpose, but the memories still haunted Justin.