Or Invasion of Privacy?

Your hands shook… but there was no point in putting off the inevitable. You had been told to do something, and it had always been easier to just go along with what you were told. Slowly. Tentatively. You lifted up the hem of the pretty, three layered thing you had picked out this morning. It’s purple, ruffled edges had called out to you and, at mid-thigh, was actually one of the longer items your step-sister actually owned. You had thought that it was safe. That any unforeseen bulges would be hidden. Yet, here you were: Lifting it up to expose that pitiful lump at the front of your step-sister’s borrowed panties. The incriminating evidence inside seemed to throb a little, just under the pressure of Nancy’s stare.

She stood there, leaning forward, for several moments. Just admiring that little change in contours as you squirmed on the spot. She didn’t say anything… but suddenly turned and walked back to the door of the shop. The already intimidating woman was dressed all in black today: leather pants and a torn-sleeved t-shirt. She clicked the latch closed and flicked the hanging sign around to agree. Then she stomped back over towards you, thick-heeled boots commanding the room. She paused at the bottom of the stairs up to your apartment, listening for a second. Telltale echoes of yelping moans could just about be heard leaking down. Apparently satisfied, the twenty-something year old beauty advanced on you again… this time not allowing any wooden barriers between you.

“Panties too- drop em.” Her voice was flat and calm… not cruel, but without a hint of doubt that its orders would be followed.

Heart beating ever faster, you hastened to obey. Wriggling free of the treacherous things with a chest full of terror and shame. Was she going to make you strip completely? As some kind of defence for all womankind from this pretender in their midst? Was she going to drag you back to your parents like that: naked and by the pigtails?! You didn’t know anything about what was going on behind those dark, dark eyes… but you knew where all the power was in this situation. You always bowed before power.

“Up. Get up here, on the counter.” She patted an empty space among the cluttered, wooden surface and got you to perch your clenching rear up onto it. Now your pitiful-looking, closely-shaven genitalia were on full display. Dangling loose between the open spread of your milky-white thighs.

Nancy leaned down towards them and… squatted down on her haunches. Face mere inches from your twitching-in-fear cock. You could feel the warmth of her breath buffeting its tender nerves. Why did she need to see it so close?! What more could she possibly learn about you down there?!

One of her strong, long-nailed hands reached out and grabbed the head of it… While at the same moment you felt the textured, wet sensation of a tongue making its way up from the very bottom of your ballsack. Was she..?! This had been the last response you had expected. Your meagre manhood shot immediately to attention, now the centrepiece of all your built up nerves and tension. That tongue reached the top of it’s climb… and then suddenly the entire head of you was bathed in a hot, wet embrace. She took every inch of your trembling shaft into her mouth in one, smooth movement. The sensation of being sucked in and tasted sending you spiralling into oblivion. It felt wonderful… but at the same time; so, so wrong. This was not where you belonged!

“Nancy…” You began. A squeak that barely made it into the world. For, at the same time… her other had began moving. Suddenly you had a very alien experience to contend with- Which cut all thoughts of negotiation off soundly.

The woman had slid a finger straight on into your tightly-puckered asshole. You could feel its deliberate movements right there, behind your balls. Deep in the most intimate depths of you, where no-one had ever explored before. The invasion was intense, if not actually painful at all. Simply a mind-breaking realisation that part of someone else was moving around inside you. Which made her addition of a second finger just a whole nother level of heart-stopping. There was a point she was clearly reaching for, which you knew directly when she found. A tight knot of blinding, stomach-churning sensation that you couldn’t even tell whether was good or bad. It just sent waves of thought-blanking sensory noise throughout every nerve in your system.

Between that and the vacuumous work of her mouth upon your twitching penis, you had little chance at all. Just feeling her stare at your panty-clad bulge had brought you nearly to one edge or another. After barely a minute of these joint attentions, you felt the outpouring release of climax freeing you from all doubts… for a couple of seconds at least. You felt the woman gulp down two, three, four spurting expulsions from the tip of a mountain of emotional reactions. Before licking it clean and standing up. Sliding her fingers out of your gasping rectum as if this was just any other tuesday.

“I guess you are just like your sister…” She commented, watching the post-orgasm bliss ebb away from your tensed up features. “I was slightly worried for a while there.”

You couldn’t quite understand what she was saying. It all seemed to be happening on the other side of some great fog. Yet you pulled yourself back together as she made to just walk away and leave.

“Wait! Nancy! Y-you aren’t going to tell anyone about us? ...A-about me?!”

She looked over her shoulder and chuckled. Seeming to chide you for even asking. “I ain’t a narc, chick. Everybody round here’s got reasons for being here… and nobody who goes around sticking their nose in other’s business lasts very long. I just… needed to know you were in the right place, I guess.”

She shrugged… as if still not completely sure she’d got an answer to that question, but willing to leave it as it stood, for now. Then reached up to flick the latch on the door back open, causing you to scurry back forward and collect your underwear. Red-faced and still winded, you caught one last glimpse of her before she walked back into the sunshine.

The last words she spoke drifted back to you too:

“But, if you think your secret’s safe from dad… maybe you better check the top of that wardrobe… And inside the toilet bowl…”