Chapter One
I grasped my cock tightly, my heart thumping rapidly in my chest. My sister, Tammy, was unaware that I was watching her showering as I had so many times before.
I could see her perfect, perky tits through the glass of the shower door. She rubbed her soapy hands all over her tight body, over her tits, down her flat stomach, and finally between her legs. Oh, God. Between her legs. Her tight little pussy. I wanted to fuck that sweet little pussy more than I’d ever wanted anything.
My hand rubbed up and down my rock hard shaft as I watched her touching her body, spreading soapy bubbles all over her smooth skin. I thought of invading her shower and just taking her, shoving her against the wall and sliding my cock inside her hot, wet cunt, holding her there and having my way with her despite her objections.
I heard her moan. Her hand was down between her legs. She was rubbing her pussy and moaning softly. Dear God, I could hardly keep myself from bursting into the room and taking her right then and there.
Her hand moved faster, and her moans turned into loud, panting groans. I stroked my cock faster, and I could feel my cum building inside my balls, ready to explode. I bit my lip, desperate to keep her from hearing me.
“Oh, Jeremy,” she gasped. “Jeremy!”
My heart thudded. My name is Jeremy. Was she calling my name? Was it possible she was thinking about fucking me the way I was thinking of fucking her? I gritted my teeth as my cock began to pulse. It throbbed wildly, spurting repeatedly, sending a torrent of cum oozing down my head and splattering onto the bathroom door. I could hear her screaming with orgasm, and my cock spit cum again and again.
It was nearly impossible to catch my breath. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy, and my legs were shaking. She’d be getting out of the shower soon. I had to escape. I looked around the room for something to use to clean up, but all I saw was one of her t-shirts. I grabbed it quickly and wiped my hands, and then I cleaned my cum off the door. I stuffed my cock inside my jeans, zipped them up, and fled.
Once I was back in my room, I lied down on my bed. My head was swimming with thoughts. I couldn’t believe she’d called my name. Was it really me she was thinking about? Did she know someone else named Jeremy? I couldn’t think of anyone.
I was so exhausted, I finally fell asleep.
Chapter Two
Later that night, I woke up to the sound of crying. I felt my bed sag, and Tammy crawled into bed with me. Her soft hair fell over my chest, and I could feel her cheek pressing against my skin.
“Tammy?” I asked groggily. “What’s wrong?”
“Mike,” she wailed. “I let him sneak into my room and he… he… he tried to…”
“What, Tammy?” I asked, growing concerned.
“He tried to force me to!” she cried, sobbing into my chest.
My arms wrapped around her, holding her body close to mine. She was crying, sobbing intensely, because some guy tried to force her to have sex. I wanted to kill the bastard. Of course, it was the same thing I’d thought of doing to her just hours earlier, and I now felt overwhelmed with guilt.
“Shh,” I whispered. “It’s alright. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Guilt rushed over me as I felt my cock stiffening slightly. I couldn’t help it. Feeling her body against mine, her bare leg slung over me, her breasts pressing against me through her thin t-shirt… I wanted to fuck her.
“Jeremy, am I ugly?” she asked suddenly, sniffling and looking up into my eyes.
“What?” I asked. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious,” she said. “Do you think I’m ugly?”
“Why would you think that?”
“Just answer me!” she snapped.
“No!” I said. “No, I don’t think you’re ugly. Why would you ask something like that?”
“Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked.
My face flushed hot, but I hoped she couldn’t see it in the dim light.
“You’re my sister,” I said. “I don’t think about that kind of thing.”
“Bullshit,” she said. “I’m only your stepsister. If you didn’t think I was ugly, you’d have already tried something with me.”
“Tammy, you’re not ugly!” I insisted. “You’re really sexy.”
“You’re just saying that,” she pouted.
“I’m not,” I promised her.
“Prove it,” she said.
“Prove it? How?” I asked.
“Kiss me,” she said.
“What?” I gasped.
“Kiss me,” she said. “Now.”
I opened my mouth to object, but she quickly pressed her lips against mine. I could taste a hint of fruitiness on her lips, and they were warm and moist and silky smooth. Her soft little tongue slipped through my lips, and I felt it tangling with my own. I moaned, the sound muffled by our kiss.