Spying On My Hot Stepsister’s Vibrator Orgasm
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Sneaking Into Sexy Stepsister’s Bedroom
I creep up the stairs, my steps muffled on the soft carpet. The house is silent, only the faint hum of the air conditioning breaks the quiet.
My stepsister Ashley isn’t here, I think. She’s training at the gym at this hour; her gym bag wasn’t in the hallway. My heart beats faster as I stand in front of her bedroom door. Why am I here? I don’t quite know myself.
Something draws me in, an impulse I can’t name. I press the handle down, and the door swings open silently.
Her room smells of vanilla and fresh laundry. Sunlight filters through the half-open blinds, brushing the white desk, the neatly stacked books, the bed with the light blue blanket. Everything looks pristine, like Ashley herself.
She’s 22, two years older than me, and her body is a work of art—toned, supple, with curves that keep catching my eye, even when I don’t want them to. I close the door behind me, my breathing shallow. I have no business being here, but my feet carry me forward.
I brush along the bed, my fingers gliding over the soft blanket. My gaze falls on a dresser, a drawer slightly ajar. Something black peeks out, a thin fabric.
I hesitate, then pull the drawer open further. A pair of panties lies on top, black, lacy, with a delicate floral pattern. My hand trembles as I pick it up. The fabric feels smooth, cool. I hold it up, my pulse racing.
What am I doing? I want to put it back, but my fingers tighten around the lace. Ashley’s perfume clings to it, sweet and intoxicating. My penis twitches in my jeans, an uncontrollable throb.
Almost Caught Holding Stepsister’s Panties
Suddenly, I hear footsteps on the stairs. My heart stops. The front door slams, keys jingle. Ashley. She’s here. Panic surges through me. I want to toss the panties back, but my fingers won’t obey.
The footsteps grow closer, quick, determined. I sprint to the closet, yank the slatted door open, and slip inside. The panties remain in my hand, crumpled. I pull the door shut, leaving a small gap. My breath catches as Ashley enters the room.
She’s wearing a tight black sports top that hugs her breasts and gray leggings that accentuate her muscular legs. Sweat glistens on her skin, her cheeks flushed.
She tosses her gym bag carelessly into the corner, kicks off her sneakers, and slides them under the bed. Her movements are swift, confident. She thinks she’s alone. My penis presses against the zipper of my jeans; I bite my lip to stay silent.
Ashley grabs the hem of her top, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. Her breasts bounce slightly, encased in a black sports bra. She unhooks it, letting it fall to the floor.
Her breasts are full, her nipples pink, erect in the cool air. My mouth goes dry. I grip the panties tighter, feeling my cock harden. She slides her leggings down, kicking them aside.
Underneath, she wears a white thong that barely covers her. She hooks her thumbs in, pushing it down until it pools around her ankles.
Naked, she stands there, her body gleaming in the sunlight. Her skin is flawless, the muscles in her legs and stomach defined, yet her hips remain soft, feminine.
Watching Young Woman's Erotic Oil Massage
She walks to the nightstand, opens a drawer. I hold my breath. She pulls out a bottle of body oil, pouring some into her palm. The scent of coconut and jasmine fills the room.
She rubs the oil into her hands, then her fingers glide over her shoulders, her neck. She massages it in, slowly, savoring it. Her hands move to her breasts, circling them, kneading gently.
Her nipples stiffen further, and she sighs softly. My dick pulses; I press my hand against the bulge in my pants, trying to ease the tension. It doesn’t help.
Ashley sits on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly parted. She drizzles more oil onto her hands, spreading it over her stomach, her thighs. Her fingers glide lower, brushing the insides of her thighs, lingering briefly at her crotch.
She’s shaved, her skin smooth, glistening with oil. My heart pounds so loudly I fear she might hear it. I unzip my jeans, carefully, silently. My cock springs free, hard, the tip wet. I grip it, moving my hand slowly, watching Ashley.
She leans back, propping herself on one hand. The other hand slips between her legs. She parts her vaginal lips, her index finger gliding over her clitoris, slowly, circling.
A soft moan escapes her. “Oh, Daddy,” she murmurs, her voice husky, almost a whisper. My penis twitches in my hand; I move faster. The panties in my other hand feel warm; I press them to my nose, inhaling her scent.
Ashley kneads her breast, tugging at her nipple, her hips twitching slightly. “Yes, Daddy, just like that,” she breathes. I bite my tongue to keep from gasping.
Stepsister’s Intense Vibrator Orgasm
She reaches into the drawer again, pulling out a vibrator—sleek, silver, with a curved tip. She switches it on, a low hum filling the room. She guides it between her legs, letting it glide over her clitoris.
Her head falls back, her mouth opens. “Fuck, Daddy, do it to me,” she moans. Her hips lift, pressing the vibrator harder against herself. Her fingers slide into her vagina, two, then three, moving rhythmically.
My dick throbs; I stroke faster, my hand gliding smoothly over the wet tip. The panties in my other hand are crumpled; I press them to my face, breathing deeply.
Ashley’s movements quicken, her hips jerking uncontrollably. She kneads her breasts, pinches her nipples, her moans growing louder. “Oh, Daddy, I’m gonna come,” she gasps.
Her legs tremble, spreading wider; the vibrator hums relentlessly. I feel the pressure building in my groin; my penis is rock-hard, veins bulging.
I stroke faster, my hand slick, the panties fragrant with Ashley’s scent. I stare at her body, her twitching hips, her glistening skin, her fingers disappearing deep inside her.
“Daddy, now!” she cries, her body arching. Her moans turn to a scream, her legs shaking violently, the vibrator falling onto the bed, still humming. She rubs her clitoris, her fingers glistening wet.
Secret Climax In Stepsister’s Closet
My orgasm hits like lightning. I come into the panties, hot spurts soaking the fabric. My body jerks; I bite my lip to stay silent. It’s the hottest moment of my life; my head spins, my heart races.
Ashley collapses onto the bed, panting, her chest rising and falling. The vibrator hums softly beside her; she switches it off, sets it aside.
I lean against the closet wall, my breathing heavy. The panties in my hand are wet, sticky. Ashley lies still, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips.
She doesn’t know I’m here, that I saw everything. My cock softens slowly; I tuck it back into my pants. I wait until Ashley gets up, grabs a towel, and disappears into the bathroom.
The shower runs. I slip out of the closet, place the panties back in the drawer, exactly as I found them. My heart still races as I leave her room, quietly closing the door.
I head downstairs, my legs trembling. The moment sears itself into my memory—every movement, every sound, every scent.
It was wrong, and yet it was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know how I’ll ever look Ashley in the eyes again.
