1. Kelsey's confessions - Chapter 1 - Christmas with my stepbrother


    Date: 5/18/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    erection strained against the material of his gym shorts. Pulse after pulse, I witnessed my stepbrother getting harder and bigger as he formed a noticeable tent in his shorts. I laid back. “Michael, you are making me dizzy… you are really getting to me,” I said brazenly. I wanted to encourage him. I wanted him to know I was receptive. I could feel the gusset of my panties growing wetter from my lubrication. I wondered if Michael could pick up any scent emanating from my secretions? Could he smell my growing arousal? I could not help rocking me hips slightly as my arousal grew and grew. I tried to lie still, but I could not completely control the movement of my hips. Michael was sitting on his side, his right hand up the legs of my sweat pants, massaging my upper thighs. It was a strange position for such an intimate massage. But that is how we were positioned at the time. Suddenly, without warning, Michael’s fingers slipped further up between my thighs, and caressed the gusset of my panties, gently running his fingers across the very damp material that was protecting my vagina. I gasped as his fingers felt the wet crotch of my panties. I could no longer claim that this was innocent. I could either stop him, or face the fact that this contact was completely inappropriate. It was a bold move on Michael’s part. He had seized the moment and pushed the limits. I could either chastise him for his offensive advance, or I could accept his advance as a genuine show of affection ...
    triggered by alcohol and an unusual chain of events. I never considered chastising him. I chose to ignore the enormity of the sin Michael and I were preparing to commit. I chose to do what felt right at the time. I chose to allow the physical contact between Michael and myself. I knew it was wrong. I knew as his older stepsister, it was my responsibility to control these events. I am merely telling you what I did without reflecting upon what I should have done. I arched my back and pushed my pelvis forward, letting my stepbrother know that I approved of this contact. I continued to moan as Michael’s fingers explored the damp, cotton patch that separated him from my now erect clitoris. “Oh my god,” I cooed. That was all the encouragement my stepbrother needed. He moved his fingers inside the leg of my panties, and after a brief moment of fumbling, he found the wet slit of my opening. I remember flinging my head backward in abandon as I allowed my stepbrother to be the first, and only, boy to touch my vagina. I reached forward and placed my hand on the side of his head, caressing his head as he explored the outer folds of my vagina. In my inebriated state, I was not thinking of the ramifications of this sinful act. I only knew that I was lonely and aroused, and I wanted Michael to touch me there. I knew that it felt good, very good. Yes, it was wicked, but it felt right to let him touch me. After a minute or two of clumsy exploration, Michael withdrew his fingers, and turned to face ...
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