1. Wicked Web - Stepmom's A Bitch


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 44, Source: LushStories

    us. It was a romantic comedy - don’t ask me details though, as Clare allowed us red wine in ‘celebration’, and the second glass already had me rather tipsy. We laughed a lot, though. So, when the movie ended, Becky and I giggled our way up the stairs, and when she slipped her hand into mine, it felt completely natural. We were still giggling while I rummaged in the wardrobe for one of the less childish pajamas when I heard the bed rustle, and when I looked around, I froze. “Becky! What are you…” She was lounging on her side completely starkers, her full, perfectly rounded breasts not giving an inch to gravity, and I could see a tiny strip of trimmed hair above a set of full pussy lips. “I always sleep in the nude,” she declared, “and when it’s hot like now, I can’t even stand a blanket. You don’t mind, do you?” I blinked, the white pajama with the floral print almost slipping from my fingers. “You know, you don’t have to dress up for bed either. I don’t want you to sweat on my behalf.” “It’s not a problem,” I quickly assured her, but her answering look told me she didn’t buy it. “I can’t imagine you’d be comfortable dressed that much. You don’t normally wear pajamas in the summer, do you?” This time it was on me to bite my lip. The silence stretched. “No,” I finally admitted, “I normally only wear panties.” “So what’s stopping you?” “It’s…” I stammered, and the thought of lying naked in bed with her brought back that strange tingle, almost making me lose track of my ...
    thoughts. “It’s not decent!” I hastily replied. “So you’re saying I’m indecent?” If I hadn’t been so busy with my own strange feelings, I’d probably have noticed the wicked playfulness behind Becky’s affronted pout. “Yes. No. I mean, it’s just…” My cheeks flushed. “Oh come on, we’re both girls. Don’t be shy!” There was something in her voice that reached straight into my core. With shaking hands, I put the pajama back into the wardrobe and closed the door. Then, I pulled the t-shirt over my head, expecting her to look away. She did no such thing. If anything, her eyes grew more inquisitive. “Are you going to watch me?” I asked, unsnapping the bra clasp behind me. “Yes.” I couldn’t believe it. She was shamelessly ogling me and even admitting it. Yet, that strange tingling feeling was back with new force, and even as I asked, “Are you a…” and trailed off before the elephant in the room could become palpable, my hands pushed down the bra’s straps and let it tumble to the floor. I covered myself with one arm. “Let me see!” she demanded, ignoring my question and answering at the same time, yet leaving me the option to pretend she hadn’t. The tingle became stronger. My arm slowly lowered itself, and when her eyes met my modest breasts, I could feel my nipples stiffen and resonate with the tingling sensation. Becky’s face flushed, and I could clearly see hunger in her eyes. There was no ignoring the facts anymore. But these facts also included the tingles and breathless anticipation that ...
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