What was wrong with him? I wondered as I smiled back awkwardly. He didn't move, just stood there with his top off, jeans hanging from his hips, a stra...ge look on his face."Oh shit!" I jumped, quickly realizing why he was staring. I ducked down under the window, creeping back to the stairs and running up as fast as I could. I was still wearing the dress! my mind raced. shit, shit, shit! I thought as I whipped off the dress and pulled on some jeans.The doorbell rang and I jumped out of my skin.. As I look back, ten years later, I both regret and cherish some of the experiences my stepbrother and I shared. I have often wondered if something can be wrong and beautiful at the same time. I think I have come to the conclusion that it can be. In a very real sense, this experience was both; at least to me it was.I expect most of you will quickly decide that what my stepbrother and I did was wrong. You may, or may not decide it was also beautiful. I actually understand if you decide this was. She was enjoying a slow thrust. Then I mentioned will give you a baby and then you will be my slut. She said love you, baby. I replied love you now get ready to be banged. I started to increase the speed in missionary position then gave a final thrust where my entire cock vanished.She cried in pain, tears rolled from the eyes. She begged to stop it but I didn’t stop and was banging her. Then started slowly she was enjoying every thrust now and we were kissing when I was thrusting her. My cock. It was at this time I could see he had a zipper running down the back of his pants. I thought to myself "this little queer would probably love it if I unzipped the back of those pants and stuffed my cock in him". I was surprised that the thought of having sex with this guy turned me on and I became slightly erect. The train cut into a turn and he was pushed into me again and I reached down to stop him from falling too far and grabbed his waist as I did I felt him grind his zippered ass right.