Don’t Tell

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Don’t TellMiller accidentally views his stepsister Katie hula hooping naked in their garage. Katie’s workout has only just begun and Miller is one lucky stepbrother….Why my step sister Katie chose to hula hoop naked in the garage I didn’t know. Well technically she wasn’t starkers, if you count leggings. Where the hell her usual leotard was… who male cared. Naked unexpected coochie but familiar female family member is an express cock arousing combination. Thank-you God for cancelling basketball practice this afternoon. The hoop in front of me was way more filling.I hadn’t always thought she was hot, for a ‘step sister’; but with time, I appreciated her: you know the lean, buff and tall look. Shoulder length light vanilla blonde hair, great slightly tanned flawless skin. I had taken peeks at her classic bubble butt in tight shorts or her bikini when she was sunbathing on the patio recently. Her breasts were what I later found are called swoopers, where the nipple points up and away… beyond that they were coney and a genuine handful each…nature hadn’t skimped on the placement of fem-chest flesh in Katie’s case …boy were they exciting titties when jiggling and swaggering in mimicked, uncoordinated freestyle rotation with her swivelling, hip hula movement. Her juggettes of male desire were just designed to be scooped by hands tenderly, well to start with, then firmly fondled and finally treated like royalty by a tongue…and today day I was thinking only of my tongue.Shit was Katie hooping with grace, rhythm and speed. So flexible and athletic. She was barely breaking into a sweat. Shit I would have her sweating fast if I got the chance to touch her.Biggest problem was not her mum, my step mother or her stepdad, my father…Christ we would both be sent to private boarding colleges for the last term of school…if they even heard rumours of this afternoon…and they wouldn’t even consider the possibility of the consensual … well we aren’t technically related…but we hit it off argument…it was Katie’s boyfriend, Mitch, who was in my way… and Katie and Mitch… were at it like rabbits, you could hear them moaning in mutual pleasure behind her bedroom door, when our parents were out. Oh and keeping me away canlı bahis from Katie too…was Eden, my own long term girlfriend, a real shaggin machine. Who tried like any young woman to keep a guy’s cock from straying by emptying it over and over beyond its youthful regular needs.Problem is young ladies; youthful cock is insatiable like youthful coochie on the loose. The if it’s in front of you and you had another pussy ten minutes ago…so what.At thirteen, five years ago, Katie and I were just adolescent embarrassed at our over sexed playful remarrying parents and mortified to have a boy or girl of the same age in the house. Shit, we avoided each other for nearly three years through high school. At college we tolerated each other and then drifted into our own relationships and into steadies of our own…we finally acknowledged each other in the house and were starting to get on way better.Katie was hooping with finesse and expertise. I realised it was either a cheer leading routine or general fitness for cheering. God was I getting a good look at her natural assets, her titties had me for a moment…jelly jugs wobbling… but her trimmed pussy with its light fuzzy covering and the hint of crinkled twisty flesh had me rubbing my own cock through my shorts.Her hip movement was driving me crazy, she spun, her tushy then drove me insane and topping it off… her padded slit of flesh between her legs…well I was beyond watching…I was through the chink in the garage entry door…and looking at Katie, still hooping, directly focussed onto her coochie, indirectly onto her breasts, Christ nature gives guys, too many options on a woman’s body and I did get to eventually stare straight into her lively light blue eyes… “Like what you see…I know you’ve been wondering for a while…you think I haven’t seen you checking out my butt or my cleavage…”“Wow…Katie…you are super attractive naked”“You look promising…size wise… with that boner nearly ripping through your shorts …Miller” she got back with her tongue sliding over her lips. “Well …get over here…I need my warm down”And boy did she get it. Our tongues matched in desire. My cock and her pussy too as our fingers did their arousing as matched counterparts bahis siteleri of craving. We were step brother and step sister but here matched as basic… male and female.Katie had a great cock grip and was massaging along the shaft and teasing my over stimulated head with skill, the precum leak was adding powerful lubrication to my pleasure. Katie’s quickly moisture filled slit was tight and giving in the same instance. So male inviting. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to nuzzle at her breasts too.Katie beat me. She was on her knees. Her mouth wrapped around my cock. The warmth in her gob meeting the growing heat of my totally pleased pecker. She was enjoying herself. I was over the moon. This was sensational.Katie knew I couldn’t take too much. She realised I must have been looking at her hooping for a few minutes. She allowed me to hold my stiffness in check, as she stood up and guided my head down, thankfully to her chest, her nipples and jugs, ensuring my boner stayed rock hard. My hands cupped and my tongue savoured her soft tissue and then nibbled at both her hard little cherries. It was a complete treat.Katie urged my head down farther and wow did she swivel her hips and push her thighs into me. I mean she really, really liked a good eating out. My tongue was munching over her downy light fuzz and her crinkly, kinked and crimped fem-lips. Her clit a firm pink hot spot demanding full consideration and I gave it full attention. Katie was building to pleasure hastily.Suddenly she took me by surprise …she needed cock and my cock was the one available. She faced away from me holding the storage shelves and got one leg up a couple of shelves and fuck…what can I say…it was a cock invitation…par excellence. My was Katie’s coochie an invitation. It was a Cupid’s furrow and I was ploughing. I was then pumping and thrusting and Katie was moaning. She was fully wet, soppy wet, actually slutty wet but comfortingly enveloping and pleasantly wrapping. Good fucking pussy in short. Hot fucking stepsister pussy in truth.I was well into standard male delirium, pleasure centred on my cock, spearing into and enfold by Katie’s fem-skin and covered in her sweet silky moisture; when Katie shocked me…“A bit of arse bahis şirketleri time stud” she said so casually. Hell I was unprepared and actually I didn’t tell Katie, inexperienced at this. Eden kept me in her front garden. Her backyard was off limits.Here was the invitation into Katie’s Cupid’s ring and of course I took it. A finger in, then two probing and easing her own juices over her perineum got her date locker ready for my over excited pecker. Wow, God, Awesome…nothing prepares a guy for his first ring date…My was Katie tight, I didn’t know how the petite cute hole was managing and finding space, yet it was super accommodating. Her arsehole was both stretched, yet fastened, fixed in place but giving room somehow to my schlong. Giving to hold cock, yet snugly defining its own constriction. Male delight piled onto my male delight. Thank-you God for Katie’s arsehole.I was bursting for my creamy release. Nothing could hold it back. Her arse was so cock welcoming for release. I couldn’t resist it. Well that and I actually couldn’t control it any longer. Katie got the starfish cream-pie. My first. I suspected later, Katie was a regular at this option.As I withdrew my cock…her ring was surrounded by a cluster of stringy dribbling gluey pearls. My cum puckering her. It looked stunning.Katie had a fully satisfied sexual workout look on her face. I knew I only had blank cock happy male stupefaction in the presence of a hot sexually active female and my step sister to boot.Katie got me back into the present…but I wafted through the rest of the day in a male cock daze.“Don’t tell my boyfriend” were Katie’s redressing words. She looked good in her leotard anytime. But even better now I was familiar with her syrupy shaved slit and spongy marsh-mellow fulsome cupcakes and her sweet compressing, stringent private ring. I’d have thought Katie’s caution…would have been… don’t tell your dad or don’t tell my mum…don’t tell your mates…and don’t ever tell my girlfriends…as my shorts went back on. As for not telling Eden… my own girlfriend…well that was for me to keep my mouth shut and work on getting into Eden’s own backdoor.Though Katie’s smiling words as she went through the door leading back into our house were the real surprise: “And don’t you ever tell…about the next time …or the time after that…I’m practicing here tomorrow afternoon…”

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