I’ve never know a sixteen year old who was so forward with an older person. Uncooperative, yes, but forward, no. “My mom said she’d like you to ...bring Chad. I’m OK with that.” She stroked my boob and looked up at me. Her voice had become so quiet that I cocked my head to hear her better. “Mom says you should dress like you were going to have sex with me again.” What? I couldn’t have heard that right. “You told her about what we did?” I asked. A week and a half ago we’d enjoyed some awesome sex. "He jumps in the trailer, rummages around, and comes out with six pieces of what looks like black plastic. He closes up the trailer door and tosses me a plate. I fumble around with it, drop it and ... It doesn't fucking break like a ceramic plate would!I give him the evil eye and search for the truth, "You're telling me this fucking piece of plastic is better than a ceramic plate?"He laughs, "Shit yes, it's polymer that's steel backed and will take multiple hits."I don't know about this shit. Hallelujah, there is a god of lust and perverted step brother need. But wow I had to control my stroking, as I got the view of her booty and her girly shaved lips between her legs, where her fingers had spread her shaved crinkled flaps and were smearing through her copious girly internal wetness. So intimate. So real. So cock stiff shaping. Thankfully she had one leg up on the edge of the bathtub...as if she was giving me the perfect entertainment...like scoring a backstage pass.It was like her. Then, he jumped in the shower. He lathered up with his white citrus scented shower gel from Bath & Body Works. He toweled off and rubbed a mixture of baby oil and cocoa butter all over his body. Afterwards, he stuck his forefinger in some petroleum jelly and worked it into his anus. Lastly, he put on a pair of purple boyshorts with white polka dots and small ruffles across the backside. He walked out. Kon was on the bed looking at ESPN. He was smoking a blunt and drinking a 40 ounce Colt 45. He.