My Stepsister Is S. But She Can’t Resist A Quick Creampie At Midnight

I couldn’t look at her.”

“You want me to call my uncle? He liked it well enough, but New York wasn’t cheap, and he needed to sling coffee to supplement his income until he finally made it big. It just sucks.”

“Yeah…”

Silence fell between us again, and I let the coffee shop help me dissociate, its ambiance drowning out my thoughts as I concentrated on the smells of beans and caramel wafting through the air. I just hate the whole dating thing.”

“I don’t blame you. She’ll probably be gone in another hour or two.”

“You left her alone in your apartment? “What happened?” he asked. “Have you been dating someone for the past month while we’ve been in a relationship?”

“We’re not technically dating.”

That was enough of a yes for me. I looked at her. I felt my jaw ache, and I locked it in place. The knowledge that she came particularly hard with that one spurred me on, and I kept thrusting, approaching that critical moment. “I’m… sorry?”

“Yeah,” I said. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum—”

I sank my teeth into her shoulder and gripped the breast in my hand firmly as I let out a loud groan. Now, we were entertaining the idea of her moving to New York so we could be closer; it was a serious step toward something more permanent between us.