As he climbed onto the bed, he watched as Holland continued to stroke her now glistening pussy. There would be no foreplay, just a consummation of th...is taboo tryst.His cock was at the precipice, rubbing up and down her swollen slick slit. She moaned with each pass, tip tickling her in ways she didn’t think she was going to feel. This was supposed to be transactional for her, but she was suddenly haplessly caught up and lost in the moment, desperately craving her stepbrother’s fat cock.“You. Shoot me a text when you get home from this place. We’ll go out dancin’.’ ‘Oh, Brad, that sounds wonderful! John will never even notice I’m gone.’ ‘What a dickweed! If I was him, I’d sure keep you home, and not by force either!’ I texted Brad as soon as I got home from the hospital. John was asleep. I left a note, just in case he got worried. Ha! That’s a laugh. He’d be dead to the world for two days, sleeping off all that beer he’d drunk during the Super Bowl. It was my turn now to have some. She was pretty hot. Both of them were about our age, in shape, looked like professionals, and she could almost be Ash's twin. I'm not sure why I didn't notice her earlier. They must have just slipped into the room. Well before I know it, plans have been made without my "say in the matter." The four of us were going off to one of the "one room out buildings" and play...except with this twist. He only wanted to watch and would stay outside looking through the window. She only wanted Ash. Leaving. Ryan and I were a little less than two years apart, and while our younger siblings got home later than us especially due to soccer, ballet and other extra curricular activities, Ryan and I got out of school at the same time, which meant we were often home alone for a few hours. Our favorite thing to do during that time became either watching movies or playing video games. Whenever we would watch movies I would sit really close and either put his arm around me or drape my legs across him. At.