In my younger days, I discovered a certain thrill in letting my stepbrother use me for his pleasure. I used to wear loose shorts and light tops with straps, avoiding bras since my small boobs didn’t really need them at home. One day, I was on my bed reading a novel, and my stepbrother was sitting on the couch opposite my bed. I noticed him glancing at me, especially at my shorts. I found it amusing but chose to ignore it.
Often, he would sneak peeks at my boobs when I bent over to pick something up or my nipples when I was being playful. One particular day, as I was engrossed in my novel, I got slightly wet from a steamy scene. My stepbrother was in the room, working on his laptop, but I could feel his eyes on me.
Feeling bold, I decided to go to the bathroom and remove my wet panties. As I returned, it dawned on me why he might be looking at my shorts. I sat back down and spread my legs slightly, pretending to read while I checked his reaction. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion: he could see everything.
The realization that he knew I was wet and was watching me made me feel a mix of embarrassment and arousal. I decided to play along. I shifted my position, making sure he got a better view. His gaze was glued to my shorts, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing.
I pretended not to notice, turning a page in my novel and letting my legs fall open a bit more. The air against my bare, wet skin felt naughty and exciting. I bit my lip, feeling a thrill from his attention. He continued to stare, his breathing getting heavier.
I reached down to adjust my shorts, making a show of it. My hand brushed against my inner thigh, and I let out a soft sigh, knowing he was watching every move. His eyes followed my hand, and I saw him start to touch himself through his pants.
The sight of him getting hard because of me made my heart race. I spread my legs a little more, giving him a full view of my pussy. He looked like he was about to burst. I could see the desire in his eyes, and it made me even wetter.
Feeling bold, I slid a finger down to my wet folds, pretending to scratch an itch. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. I teased myself, rubbing my clit lightly, letting out a soft moan. His hand was moving faster on his cock, and I could tell he was close.
I leaned back, giving him a perfect view, and continued to tease myself. “Enjoying the view?” I asked, my voice low and husky. He could only nod, his eyes glued to my pussy.
“Go ahead,” I said, spreading my legs even wider. “Touch yourself.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled out his cock, stroking it furiously while watching me. I could see the lust in his eyes, and it drove me wild. I slipped a finger inside myself, moaning loudly.
“Come for me,” I whispered, and that was all it took. He exploded, his cum shooting out in hot, thick ropes. The sight of his orgasm pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, my body shaking with pleasure.
We both lay there, panting and spent. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. I looked at him, his eyes glazed with satisfaction, and felt a rush of satisfaction myself. I knew this was only the beginning of our naughty games, and I couldn’t wait for the next time.