And Girl who'll take Anything

“Do you really not mind that he’s been filming us… even in the bathroom?” You asked your step-sister, buried in the embrace of her shoulder.

She ran her fingers up through the hair on the back of your scalp. Squeezing you in tightly and letting her own flowing locks dance across your neck. You could hear her heart beating within her chest. Calm. Steady. She would never lie to you, for better or worse. If asked... she would tell you exactly what she really felt.

“Nope. I know it’s weird... but I actually just find it kinda hot. The idea of someone getting off over me, even when I’m not in the room. Even when I don’t even know they’ve got the video. It gives me dirty, little shivers up and down my back. Like, at any moment… I could be walking down the street years from now, and him or someone he’d given it to could be beating their meat over me, right then. That’s crazy! That makes me feel like I could never not be horny over it.”

You looked up into your step-sister’s dreamy, far-away stare. Sure enough... she was already imagining strangers in dark rooms watching images of her peeing flicker across their screens… and enjoying every inch of the idea. You could never quite understand how she let herself be turned on by all these things. But your love for her was such that they just had to be folded into that. While all you could see was them watching you wiggle your little balls into a pair of too-tight panties and laughing. Just laughing.

“I think… You’re mostly just upset because it means someone else has been trespassing on our special, little times together.” Once again, your step-sibling teasingly hinted at just how well she knew the inner workings of your soul. Coaxing out a conclusion that you yourself hadn’t even yet come to: That though there might be a thousand reasons for you to get upset about Skeg’s behaviour. The only one that really mattered to you was that he had stolen entry into what you considered the most precious few moments of your lifetime. You had dressed like a girl for him. Sucked and stroked the flesh of him and his friends. Ran his shop for him while he ploughed into your step-sister time and time again… All so you lie naked in her arms, alone with just the presence of each other. You didn’t want the spectre of an invisible watcher to hover over that and ruin it!

“It doesn’t matter if anyone’s watching…” She whispered, directly in your ear. “It never does. All that matters is what you’re feeling, right now.”

You felt your step-sibling’s hand slip down below the waistband of your skirt. Felt her tug your genitals loose of her own underwear. They leapt right to life in her palm, just as they always did when you felt that electric touch of her claiming ownership over them. She pulled you closer using that handle, pressing her half-dressed body against your own. You felt yourself be slipped inside another tight space. The elastic waistband of her currently worn pair of cotton underpants closing in behind your balls. The prickle of a slight stubble scratched across your most sensitive stretch of skin, followed by a mind-numbing wetness. She had you. Pinched between her thighs and rubbing the arch of everything against the already dripping edges of her most sacred of portals. You could feel where her lower set of lips kissed against your shaft, running that font of holy, natural lubricant up and down what length it possessed.

“If he wants to watch us… why don’t we just give him a show.” Jenny murmured, wrapping her elbows around behind your neck and biting her lip as she stared determinedly up at that camera overhead. Her hips were grinding back and forth. Using the part of you she had dragged inside her own clothing with her to build up more and more friction. All you could do was reach around and grab hold of her asscheeks for dear life, feeling that oh-so-wet dry-hump grow faster and faster.

If you hadn’t also been taken care of earlier, by another young woman who never bothered asking… you surely wouldn’t have lasted seconds within that hot, constrictive alley. All you could do was stand there, supporting her leaning weight… as Jenny bore herself against you. Twisting her hips and ankles to tighten the bermuda triangle of a passage that you were being dragged through. She panted the increasing effort of it into your ears, moaning slightly with every other stroke. Biting your neck until she left a map of semicircular indentations. The waves of pleasure she was bringing you grew fiercer and fiercer, until it seemed like you couldn’t possibly remember any other sensation again.

When finally you came… Shooting another four or five torrents of sticky goop, right into the fabric encasing your step-sister’s crotch. She made one last, long, slow movement. Sliding you back out between her legs while each new ejaculation was still progressing. Making sure there was a nice, even coating of that still-warm slime lining every inch of her panties.

“There now…” She said, holding you out at arms length and smiling. “Now both you and him will have a lovely, dirty secret to hold onto together: Knowing I’ll be squelching around in that all evening, while his friends don’t notice anything.”