Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 1

Stepsiblings discover a common curiosity. (Note: This story series contains hot incest with siblings)

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The first time Chris saw his stepsister masturbating, it was the most erotic sight he'd ever laid eyes on.

She laid on her bed, oblivious to his presence, her hand sliding inside her jeans. Her other hand roamed underneath her tank top. Her cheeks were flushed and rubbed against her bare shoulders as she squirmed over the covers.

He'd come home not ten minutes ago from his dentist appointment. Apparently she'd been so consumed by her task, she hadn't heard him come in the house. When he'd reached the top of the stairs, he saw that her door was ajar. Before he could knock and say hello, he'd caught sight of her through the crack.

He was instantly mesmerized.

At 22 years old, the only time Chris had seen a girl masturbate was in porn. Now he was watching his stepsister, Laura, feverishly finger herself, working her body into a frenzy.

And he was instantly hard.

He wasn't really surprised at his reaction. Most people think the default setting for the human body is non-arousal; most people are incorrect. In actuality, the norm is arousal. The brain actually secretes an enzyme that tells the rest of the body, "Do not be aroused! Do not be aroused!" When we get turned on, that's because our brains have halted that enzyme, allowing the normal state of arousal to return. And with a 22-year- old male, that enzyme was produced even less than normal.

Besides, Laura was beautiful. Long, auburn hair that flowed just below her shoulders, big brown eyes, and a smooth olive complexion. At 21, she had a natural beauty and a body that rivaled any girl Chris had seen in real life. Supermodels and actresses didn't count, by his standards. But she was normally so prudish. It wasn't just seeing her like this that excited him so much. It was the fact that masturbation was the last thing he had ever expected to find her doing. She always wrinkled her nose at any talk of sex. So, despite her good looks and physique, Chris never really thought of her as a sexual being.

As he watched, her pace quickened and a soft panting escaped her lips. Chris's cock bulged against his jeans, and he flirted with playing with himself right there outside her door. Instead, he adjusted his package.

Her panting became more fevered and immediate. Her hips began to rock against her buried hand, and the one under her shirt descended to her waistline, tugging distractedly at her pants. It was like she wanted and yet didn't want to take them off. Her tugging had lowered them slightly, revealing the edges of her hips and exposing her smooth tummy. Her free hand quickly popped the button and unzipped the fly, then joined the first. She now had both hands working herself.

Her eyes were closed, lids fluttering passionately, and she was biting her lip, her tiny little moans tickling Chris to a raging hard-on. She was the picture of sexy, so sultry and evocative, that Chris wanted nothing more than to join her. But he didn't want to embarrass her or himself. And he was enjoying his peep show far too much.

Her rocking hips began to thrust harder, and her brow furrowed, her face scrunching up in ecstasy. Her head fell back on the bed, her mouth hanging open, frozen in a silent cry of delight. Her back arched up into the air, and she looked almost in pain for instant, before the breath that was caught in her chest escaped in a heaving, trembling moan that sent shivers through Chris's entire body.

lip trembling, her eyes held shut as she settled back down on the bed, her hands still working inside her jeans, but slower and more gently. She cooed against her shoulders, shivering briefly. And then she spoke for the first time since

"Oh, Chris..."

popped wide and now his breath caught in his chest. Had he heard that correctly? Had she really just said his name? Did she know he was there? Of course not, her eyes hadn't even

"Oh Chris, Chris, Chris..."

over again, as if putting herself to sleep with it. And then Chris realized, she wasn't saying it to him. She was imagining him. She was fantasizing. She was

shared, she would hear him and possibly suspect something. Or maybe he was

under the soothing water, jerking off furiously. Chris had never thought about Laura while masturbating before, and now that he was, it was the most intense J. O. of his life. Burned in the backs of his eyelids was the image of Laura's face, biting her lip, eyes fluttering in rapture. He mentally undressed her, imagining what she might look like sprawled out naked, fingering herself, one hand rubbing her clit while the other worked a finger or two inside her pussy. Then, just as he neared climax, she

"Oh, Chris..."

that still echoed against the bathroom tile, Chris came in his parents' shower, the warm spray tickling the head of his cock, the

related by blood, some part of Chris's mind had decided she was off-limits. Now, after seeing her in her room and then jerking off in the shower, Chris honestly couldn't imagine anything or anyone more erotic. After he dried off, he got

said. "You're home early. Thought you

pouncing surprise piggyback rides on him. Now, the smell of her so close and the feel of her pressed against him

parents' bedroom. She held her arms out and flew

different." Hoping to change the conversation, he dipped and rolled, dangerously close to losing his balance and

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right himself, and they both toppled onto their parents' bed,

said. "We're going down! We're going

was smiling, her arms hanging

the side and sat

of her head. Laura went to a nearby art school. She was studying photography. Chris had gone to a top-rated medical school across the state.

schedule. Wish I had three day

had a whole

semester - finals had

brought home

up on

to picture her on hers, a hand down her pants, eyes closed, lip trembling. Instantly feeling his

"Afraid I might have seen you in our bathroom?" He laughed dismissively, hoping that would end it. "Afraid