A decision she would come to regret. Holly had heard her stepfather come home, pretending sleep of course as she heard him climb the stairs towards th...ir rooms. Most often, he would simply turn and head down the hall in the opposite direction, but every once in a while, he would stop, quietly open her door and peek in towards her. Holly had once asked for a lock to be placed on her bedroom door to ensure her privacy, but he had forbidden it, using some flimsy excuse of needing to get into her. “The keys!” Goosebumps spread from the spot where she touched me. I slowly dug out the ring with the spare keys, and she snatched them from my hand. “I’ll be moving in tomorrow morning. Make sure you’ve coffee and donuts ready.” And without further ado, she stood up and left, the keys in her pocket and a spring in her steps. I felt dumbfounded, outraged, humiliated and confused. And aroused. Incredibly aroused, but I couldn’t for the life of me understand why. I had disliked her from the moment. My head was spinning from the combination of the sight of Liz’s ass and the near accident I had. Holy crap that girl is hot, I thought. I was 17, about 5’9’’ and regular build. I didn’t work out much, but I come from a family of athletes so my body had that natural athletic quality. The family I came from were lapsed Christians, but my mom made sure I wasn’t raping and pillaging towns, if you know what I mean. The air had a bitterness to it in its freezing temperature, so I rushed in when I. God, the phone! She had no idea what the caller had been telling her. She wanted to scream.Slowly his fingers continued, reaching the warm, damp fabric between her legs. Gently he rubbed the fabric, pressing it between the swollen lips of her sex. Her body began to move almost involuntarily in rhythm with his fingers. The longer he rubbed, the wetter the fabric became. Quietly...slowly...his fingers eased under the legband of the panties. She knew how much he loved that feel...the wetness...the.