A Finishing Start

Billy grinned as he stared at his stepsister, idly wondering which of the guys at school she was thinking about. It had to be someone hot as hell - to Heather anyway - the way the brunette was humping her hand. Up, down, up, down her hips went, her middle and index fingers driving into her sodden snatch as her thumb frigged her clit. Do I want to know? His brow furrowed, considering the idea. Nah, the young man decided. Maybe - well... Billy shook his head. It couldn't hurt to know, could it? Heather could be his first, but did he want to know of someone beat him to her virginity? She'd dated a lot of guys. It could be possible. Or maybe even one of her girlfriends. Billy's lips twitched pleasantly at the idea, thinking particularly of Lisa, a hot-bodied short-haired blond friend of Heather's, going down on his stepsister's shaved snatch.

"Oh, oh, yes!" Heather abruptly cried, thrusting her hips high above her bed and arching her back. Damn, the young man frowned, watching the brunette lie back in post-orgasmic bliss, a small, pleased smile across her pouty lips, and her brown eyes half-closed. Slowly, she drew her sticky fingers to her face, idly drawing them over her sweat-slick skin, and languidly licked her juices from her dainty digits.

"Thank God for Rosie Palm and her five sisters," the young woman sighed. She giggled, sitting up and bouncing her pert breasts. "Good thing, too, with how worked up Brett got me the night before last. I'd thought I got it all out of me that night, too. Damn." She shook her head and looked down at her chest, a small frown crossing her red lips with a despondent sigh. "At least he doesn't push me for sex. I know it's just an status thing between us, but - " Heather shook her head again. "He thinks I'm too small. I don't know a guy who doesn't, even - even - Billy. I've seen the way he ogles Diana and Michelle. I know he likes 'em big."

The young man arched an eyebrow. It had never crossed his mind that his stepsister had an image problem. Given the chance, he would have boned her well before this strange new power was gifted upon him, small breasts and all. Sure big titties were nice , he thought, but I want the whole package and - well - I know it sounds cliché, but all women are different and unique.

"I wonder what I should do today," Heather wondered, crossing her legs underneath and giving - unintentionally - a good eyeful of her moist, pink pussy to Billy. "Since no one's gonna see me at school. Hmmm. I could run over to the mall. Don't know what I'd buy though beyond some new panties the way I run through 'em." The brunette giggled again. "Good thing Billy's not a panty-sniffer. He'd know how much I masturbate then and -" she sighed, shaking her head. "- He'd probably tell the whole school just to spite me." Heather shook her head, chewing at her lower lip for a moment, and then bounced out of bed, pulling on her fluffy pink bathrobe. "I'll figure out something while I shower."

Billy stepped aside, preventing his stepsister from accidently walking into him. He had to figure out what he was doing as well and, as much as he wanted to watch her wash, the young man had some thinking to do, no matter how hard is rocks needed to get off. His cock would calm down after some time. Deciding his future was not something left to impulse. Billy had a power and how he used it would shape his life.