Passing Down Sensual Secrets To A Curious 18-year-old Step-sister

“But, mumsie,” I wheedled, using the pet name I’d given her when I was a little girl, “that’s the whole point. XXX We don’t want anyone else to know about this!”
“Too fucking right we don’t!” he retorted. “She is just being a silly girl” mother interjected. In a flash Jez was by my side, wrapping me in his arms and holding me close as I sobbed. Jez grunted as he thrust his hips firmly forward, forcing his manhood into my waiting and willing body. I did not want to have to say the words that could tear apart the wonderful world Jez and I lived in. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked rather shyly. He had a way of understanding me like no-one had ever even tried to before, and for that alone I was already better than halfway in love with him.