But I would tell her everything else, making her happy. She loved the attention I was giving her and she started seeing me as a friend she could share...anything with. We would talk late until midnight, or watch a movie in the home theater or just play board games.She really enjoyed my company. We were spending a lot of time together. We were becoming really close, and I was now more a friend than a son for her. And that was exactly what I wanted her to feel about me. I wanted her to forget I am. I rolled on my side and we held each other, kissing softly as she pressed lightly against me. I kept one hand on her waist, right where her hip rises. It was lovely under my hand, soft and smooth, and I could feel the bone of her hip under her skin, with a little muscle between them. We just exchanged little kisses until we heard Holly slip out, also nude and dropping her clothes next to Mandy’s.She slipped in on the other side of the bed, and together they rolled me onto my back. Both girls. So tight. I pushed it all the way in, and she cried out, begging for more prick, more cock. "You like this, don't you Sheila? Ah, fuck, I love screwing you baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck." I was moving faster now, fucking my stepsister. My ass was humping hard and deep. I wanted to fill her pussy with my come. I needed to come now. I loved her pussy. I loved fucking. Ah, it was close now, so close. "Do it now, Peter. I keep coming, keep coming. Shoot that spunk baby, fuck me, come for me, oh fuck." It. I did so, and placed it on the chair in the corner, and sat back down on the side of the bed. "How was your night?"I said it had been pretty good, and tried to mention names that she might know, and how we had drunk to much for a work night. She said "It's been boring here. Just me and Mr Pinky" whereupon, she pulled down the quilt and produced a pink dildo.As I said before, she wasn't pretty and she was chubby. She was also wearing mens' flannellette pyjamas. The type with button-up top like a.