1. The Dannye Tease


    Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    seductress of my dreams. “Thanks guys,” the on-line porno queen typed in the chat room. “I am going private now, so if you want to see the real thing, be sure to put in your credit card number.” The screen froze at that point. “Fuck!” I mumbled under my breath. I closed out the window and thought about Dannye. I wondered down the hall, intent on apologizing to her. As I approached her bedroom, I could see her door was slightly open. I started to go in, when I heard her moan. I stopped short of entering and peeked in the small opening of the door. Dannye was lying on her bed, dressed only in her pink panties. She had her fingers stuck deep into her panties. I couldn’t believe it. I stood mesmerized, my cock getting harder and harder. My sister was masturbating right in front of me. I could tell the exact moment she got off, because she banged on the bed with her fist, while fingering herself in a wild frenzy. I had never seen Dannye completely naked, much less masturbating. I jerked off all the time and this was the first time I had come to realize that girls do the same thing. The sight of seeing her fingering herself really turned me on. I quickly slipped back down the hall and took out my rock hard cock. Within seconds, I was shooting my load, into a bathroom towel, that I held in front of me. A couple of days went by and not much was said between Dannye and myself. Finally, I approached her as she was sitting alone by the pool one afternoon. Our parents were both at ...
    work. I took up a seat, next to Dannye. She was wearing her traditional cut off shorts and a midriff bearing t-shirt. “I want to apologize,” I began. Dannye cut me off. “No, It’s my fault,” she replied. “I was in a funky mood and it was wrong of me to do that.” “No,” I countered, “It was OK, in fact, as bad as I hate to admit it, and I hope you don’t think of me as a pervert, but it kind of turned me on.” “You’re no pervert,” Dannye replied. “You’re my step-brother.” “A perverted step-brother,” I replied, hoping a bit of self-shaming might get me back in her good graces. “No more than me being a perverted step-sister,” Dannye replied. “Yeah,” I replied, “You know, you really should close your bedroom door before . . .” I caught myself mid-sentence and stopped. “You are a pervert!” Dannye exclaimed. “I can’t believe you would spy on me like that!” “I wasn’t spying,” I argued back. “You left your door open.” “You pervert!” “I might be a pervert, but who is the bigger pervert? Me for spying or you for leaving the door open?” I shot back. “I can’t believe you would spy on me like that!” Dannye argued. I didn’t have a response. After a few seconds of silence, Dannye countered, “I knew you were watching.” “Bullshit! You didn’t even know I was there.” “Yes, I did,” Dannye argued back. “No, you didn’t.” “Yes, I did.” “No you didn’t!” I replied. Our argument was going nowhere fast. I stayed quiet, because I knew eventually, Dannye would cave in and admit I was right. All I had to do is ...
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