1. My Step Sister Part 1


    Date: 4/16/2016, Categories: Fiction, Drug, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Teen, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 87.2, Source: sexstories.com

    The outfit she chose, I am sure it was just whatever out of the closet to lounge in, but holy shit, it was the hottest god damn fucking outfit I have ever seen. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up half hazardly with a pen behind her. She was wearing a dark blue and light blue meshed fabric with some faded logo on the front. It was short, about an inch above her navel, and there was definitely no bra, as they bounced freely. She was dance walking to the kitchen in front of me. No shoes or socks, but her small tan feet, up her ankle, to her telescoping lower leg, the bend lines in her knees, her thicker, strong tanned thighs disappearing into very short, as in just barely covering the bottom cup of her ass short, red shiny shorts. I have no idea what that fabric is, but it was sparkling, and shimmering, and magnified every movement of her body which was at this point one leg stepping in front of the other, creating a almost ballerina type silhouette. I started to panic, I really wasn't sure I could control myself following her. I was only able to contain my hard on because I was walking so I sat at the table at the first chance. I had on jeans and a t shirt and was wearing my glasses. She messily poured two shots and walked over and handed me one. "Bottoms up!" She shouted slamming hers down. "Alright, now for margaritaaaaaaas!!" She went to work making drinks, dancing to the Janet Jackson song on the stereo. I loved watching her jiggle. Oh man she jiggled every where you wanted ...
    her to and nowhere you didn't. Her body was the most perfect it would ever be. Every thing was tight and toned and tanned and . . . and . . .fuck I wanted her! The next few hours were a lot of booze. She drank more than me, I didn't want to get too drunk, nervous about being around her. We were watching a comedy with the stereo still on in the back ground. She suddenly squealed as the DJ put her favorite song on the radio and she muted the tv and jumped up. "Dance with me!" "What?" "C'mon! I always dance to my song!" She protested in a whiney voice and stomped her foot. She really was drunk I thought to myself. I got up and she drooped her hands around my neck and I put my hands to the small of her back. We danced in a circle to Madonna's Crazy for You. We danced for a while and she put her head on my shoulder. I wished that song had never ended. I didn't want to let go. But the second the next song cut in she pulled away and grabbed her drink. "Oh shit, I forgot!" She ran over to the counter and grabbed out a plastic bag. In the bag was a small unused but singed end of a skinny joint. "I know, I know, it isn't much, but it is green bud, we can just community share the hits. Lets go to the swing." With that she was out the door. I followed her and sat on the big wooden bench. "Ok, get ready to share." "What do you mean?" She gave me a quizzical look. "I am gonna hit it, then I will blow the hit into your mouth. You breathe it in and we double the hit. Go like this." She made ...
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