Heavy Stepsister’s POV: A Weighty Encounter

My parents hate me!”
He laughed again. XXX Be kind!!! “You’re so sexy, Ben, I can’t get enough.”
He placed his big, rough hands on my bubble butt and kneaded the flesh. “What was that about being a bitch?” he asked with a smile as he rose up off me. I’d read my parents ‘Bartender’s handbook’ when I was a kid. I winced slightly as it pressed against my hole, unsure of what to expect. He had thrown the covers off in his sleep and his perfect, masculine body lounged exposed across the bed. And slide effortlessly through a social structure without friction. He was shivering. His hands were planted firmly on my waist, but I let mine roam freely. We were just a tangled ball of limbs and sweat and cum; him on top of me; both of us struggling to breath. I tried to relieve myself quietly, but every time my hand rustled against the sheets as I stroked my hard cock, he would stir