Listen to this story, read to you by none author than its creator, Salena!
Tick, tick, tick.
The sound of the clock reverberates through your mind as each second passes. It’s almost as if you’re in a dream.
The blanket covering the bed pools up around you, and you can feel her body nestled against yours. Her eyes are closed and you could almost imagine she’s sleeping. But there’s a gentle movement in her body, her leg sliding up to wrap around yours, her hand stroking your beard. You wish it were stroking something else, you can almost feel her soft fingertips against your… no, don’t think like this. She’s your step-sister. We shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing what it is so clear that we’re about to do. But it feels inevitable.
Tick, tick, tick.
Everything in your mind is telling you to stop this, with every tick of the clock your brain tells you stop, stop, stop. But your body disobeys you, the blood rushing to your cock. You can feel how hot she is, the warmth of her body as it lays on yours. You want to feel the warmth of her pussy, wrapped around you in a tight embrace, you want to feel her hands all over you, gripping your hair and pulling your head back so she can bite your neck…
She flickers her eyes open.
Now she’s looking at you, as if she can hear your sordid thoughts. Maybe she can. Maybe your desire is so palpable that she knows exactly what is running through your head. You struggle to push the thoughts down but as you take a deep breath in, you catch her scent. Her pheromones blur your vision, she smells like strawberries and… something else. You can smell her pleasure, she’s wet for you and you’re not even moving.
Tick, tick, tick.
You look back at her, into her blue eyes. Her pupils are dilated and her hair pools beautifully around her, framing her face. Her mouth is slightly open, and she licks her lips. Oh to have those lips against yours, the things that mouth could do. You want to taste her. To kiss her mouth and her neck and her breasts and her pussy. You want to worship her whole body. But then what?
Are you ready for the things she would do to you?
The clock continues to tick, it’s nearly midnight and she has to leave soon to catch the last train home. But you want to keep her here. Something primal in you stirs and you let out a soft moan, tightening your hand around her waist. She purrs into your neck, her lips grazing the sensitive skin. Her breathing is ragged and wanting, and you have to ask…
“Why does it feel like we’re about to do something bad...”
“Because we are” she replies, a devilish look in her eye…
What happens next? Call me, Salena Kent, and let's finish together ...