For 18 years, watching my stepsister from the shadows had been my secret desire. Her luscious curves and innocent smile were etched onto my mind, leaving me hungry for more. Tonight, as she slept, I couldn't resist any longer.
Quietly, I crept into her room, my heart racing with anticipation. Her breathing was soft and even, and her body glowed in the moonlight. I took off my clothes, unable to contain myself any longer. As I climbed onto her bed, she stirred slightly, but didn't wake up.
I leaned over her, my chest heaving with excitement and desire. Her scent surrounded me, driving me wild. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, enjoying the feel of her silky skin against my rough fingertips.
My cock was hard and ready for her, aching to be buried deep inside of her warmth.
