1. Taking Thomas


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: MsMayhem, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    known Thomas, he had proven to be an arrogant and cocky little shit. I often caught him endlessly staring at me. Feasting on my taut figure as if to say he could teach me something. At times it was as if his eyes could see right through me. Little did the little man know two could play his game. One of the many things I love about being a lady is the power we have. Our sensuality our curves and the influence of the subtle tease can take you far. With every visit to my mother I would often wear reveling clothing reveling as I watched Thomas squirm as he became uncomfortable in his jeans. I would often wear very short shorts and form fitting clothing. On one occasion I even allowed him to catch me I skinny-dipping in the pool. This sent poor Thomas red-faced and to his room to take care of his aching boyhood. Or so I imagined. My mother often said how she thought I might be the only one to get him under control. Truthfully as visit after visit, the torture soon began to turn on me. I had begun to enjoy his fiendish gaze and I relished the idea of seducing my stepbrother. -- Suddenly the realization of us being alone in the house produced a wave of wickedness to spring within me. My mother hadn’t been gone but a few hours when I decided I would gamble and play with little Thomas. I pulled off my skinny jeans, shirt and shoes. I removed an old tattered tank top that had become sheer with years of use. I pulled it over my head and tugged it snuggly against my figure, ...
    accentuating my ample breasts. I loved how it stretched over full tits and emphasized them greatly. I decided I would leave on some underwear. Plus, it was my lucky white thong on, ha! Then I found a pair denim cutoffs. I looked in the mirror and noticed that these shorts barely covered my bottom. One final gaze in the mirror and I gave my nipples a delicate pinch and the roared to life. Now, it was time for some fun. --- As I sauntered the hallways of the house, I grew to love the feeling of the plush carpet between my toes and the house was beautifully kept as always. I heard a distant noise of disgruntled rock emanating from what had to be Thomas’s room. I walked to the door and peered in. He lay on his queen-sized bed with his headphones on and only a pair of shorts. I was intrigued by how well the hockey had toned his hairless yet well-developed physique. I was amazed at how adorably hot he looked at that precise moment. Perhaps I would have my way with little Thomas after all. I quietly knocked on the door to get his attention. He looked up at me in surprise. Perhaps it was my stiff nipples jetting through my shirt. “Sup?” Thomas said. He tried to play it off. “Nothin'... have you eaten?” I asked. “Yeah!” Thomas grumbled. “Me too, do you want to watch a movie with me?” I asked. “Sure,” he snapped. At this point I figured he might enjoy the company of a seminude older girl. He is a teenage boy after all. All they ever think of sex. --- We darted down stairs. Playfully teasing the ...
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