Keeping It In The Family
Chapter 1
Roy watched his stepsister undress. It was enough to make him feel deliciously naughty as she got ready to get into the shower. She had no idea about the little hole that he'd put into his closet that gave him the greatest view of her whenever she was changing. It hadn't been until he'd come home from college at age twenty-one and realized that his eighteen-year-old baby stepsister was all grown up. Before he'd used the hole in order to listen to her friends at slumber parties and just to see what she was up to. The protective annoying older brother...
Now he was using it to spy on her while she changed, got ready for showers and dates, and sometimes even masturbated. Of course, he couldn't see much when she masturbated, the small hole was in between two close-hanging picture frames, looking straight at her dresser but without much of a view of her bed. Sometimes he saw her delightful little feet, flexing and pointing as she breathlessly moaned and he could just imagine what the rest of her looked like as she got herself off. It always made his dick rock-hard. He was hard right now just thinking about it.
Amy turned back toward the peephole, and he gave a sigh of happiness as her soft breasts and completely shaved pussy came into view. She was a virgin, he knew, and he loved looking at that sweet pink pure pussy, always just a little bit wet. Her breasts were heaven, just big enough to fit into each hand and no more, with pretty round nipples that he longed to play with.
Picking up her towel, she went to the bathroom, practically prancing along, her tits and ass jiggling merrily. Damn, but she made him horny. Sure it was wrong to be having thoughts about his stepsister like this, but she was just too pretty and sexy for him not to. He was sure that his dad had those thoughts too.
At any rate, his musings ended when Amy came back from the shower, her wet hair plastered to her back and the towel wrapped around her body. He loved it when she was slightly covered, because it meant that she was about to get naked and that little bit of mystery was still there. Happiness reigned as she let the towel drop and put on a pair of clean white-cotton panties. That was the other thing that he loved about his stepsister, she always wore such pure little matching white-cotton bra-and-panty sets. It was adorable, even though he occasionally longed to see her in something sexier.
To his surprise, today she didn't immediately put on her matching bra, instead she pulled out a little baggie filled with white powder from the bra, where the padding would normally be. He watched in shock, realizing that his little stepsister was doing coke!
And then a thought entered his head. A most awful wonderful thought. Could he? No... of course not. But... well...
He was going to do it. Jumping up, he left the closet, his dick straining in his pants and went quickly to Amy’s room, slamming open the door. Amy sat up immediately, pulling hernose away from the line of coke, so startled and frightened at being caught that she didn't even try to cover her breasts, but pushed the tray off her bed, white powder spilling out everywhere.
Roy shook his head. "Amy, Amy, Amy..."
"Don't tell!" she cried frantically, getting to her knees beside the bed. "Please don't tell!"
"You know you could go to jail for that," said Roy, walking toward her and standing over her as she scrambled to put the tray under the bed, as though she could hide the evidence.
"Please don't tell," she begged.
Suddenly she seemed to realize she was half naked. With a gasp, she put her hands over her breasts, feeling her hard nipples pressing into her palms. Something about the way Roy was looking at her was making her feel very uneasy.
"Please," she said softly, a little unsurely.
"Well Amy, I guess I can keep this a secret..." Roy raised his eyebrows. "If you're willing to make a bargain for it."
"Oh please, anything!" The words fell from her mouth before she had time to contemplate them. Roy nodded and walked toward the bedroom door. She opened her mouth to ask him what he wanted from her, but instead of leaving he shut the door and turned to her. The look on his face made her take a step back. "What's going on?... Roy?"
"Put your hands by your sides," he told her, and Amy stepped back, her eyes going wide.
"What?" she gasped, clutching her perky boobs and hugging herself more tightly.
"You heard me," he said, his voice harsh, a tone that she'd never heard before.
Suddenly she was aware the Roy had a tent in the front of his pants... and that he wanted to look at her breasts. "If you don't want Mom and Dad to find out that you've been snorting coke then you'll put your hands down by your sides."
Closing her eyes, so that she didn't have to actually see her stepbrother looking at her that way, Amy obeyed.
Roy was in heaven. He was finally going to get to touch Amy’s sweet little titties. Stepping forward, he gently laid his hands on her breasts. Amy squealed and jumped away, her eyes flying wide open again.
"Stop!" she cried.
But Roy had run out of patience. Jumping forward, he grabbed her and forced her face down over her bed, her face in the pillow. He undid his pants and his hard dick sprang out and rubbed against her panty-covered asscheeks, making him moan with pleasure. Amy squealed and wiggled, trying to get away but only succeeding in pressing her firm ass against him and rubbing, giving him even more pleasure. Roy held his stepsister's face down in the pillow, letting her breathe but also keeping her from making too much noise. Mom and Dad were just downstairs after all.
Reaching around her slender body he got a firm grip on her breast, squeezing it roughly and finding the hard pink nipple with his fingers. His dick spasmed as he pinched the little bud, tugging on it harshly and making her squeal and writhe. He rubbed his hips against her, his dick running up and down her panty-covered ass crack.
"You listen to me," he said, pinching her nipple harder for emphasis as she sobbed and moaned. "You don't want Mom and Dad to find out you've been doing drugs; they might just turn you into the police. At the very least, you wouldn't ever be going out with friends or doing anything, probably for years. They'd never trust you again, so if you don't want them to find out you're going to do what I want. WhateverI want. Do you understand?"
Amy just struggled some more. Viciously he twisted her nipple, pushing her head down into the pillow to muffle herscream. Leaning over to her ear, he asked again, "Do you understand, Amy?"
Nodding, sobbing, Amy submitted. "Yes! Yes, I understand, Roy! Whatever you want!"
