The game with my stepsister got out of control and this happened!

The game with my stepsister got out of control and this happened! The steam had started to fade, replaced by the hum of water and occasional shouts from across the locker room. I had crossed a line, one I hadn’t even known existed, and there was no going back. wrestling,” I said, still dazed, pretending to focus on his advice while my brain was stuck replaying the last five minutes like a glitchy highlight reel. I had crossed a line, one I hadn’t even known existed, and there was no going back. Unless you want the whole team to bombard you with whistling and clapping. He gave a nod, turned off his water, and grabbed his towel. The team was a melting pot of chiseled gods, each one looking like they’d stepped out of a Renaissance sculpture. His firm, round, and perfectly proportioned ass could have been a centerpiece at a museum of male anatomy. My towel barely clung to my hips, and I felt every inch of my awkwardness as I stood there, trying to blend into the background. I had never felt anything like that. I picked the most inconspicuous spot I could find, hoping to disappear into the tile. I learned a new sense of pleasure. Every movement sent electric jolts through me, lighting up parts of my body I didn’t even know existed.