I lick my hand and get your penis wet and start softly jerking you off. You sink deeper in the beanbag chair and I rest my head down on your leg and g...t my mouth really close to your penis and then gently jerk it off at an angle in a way that your head starts to gaze my lips. You put your hand on my head and play with my hair, clutching it when you feel an extra surge.I giggle and tell you that you’re such a good writer and that I want to masturbate while reading your opinions online and squirt. Not everything, though.”“Maybe you wanted to see if I’d actually take this silly dare?”He reached his hands for her breasts. He pulled the neckline of her dress down below the cups of her bra. He pinched and twisted her nipples through the bra. Then, he pulled the cups of the bra down. He cupped both breasts as he started thrusting faster. As he sped up, he grabbed her hips as if he were throwing her pussy onto his cock.“Well, yes, I was curious to see if you would dress up as I asked. . Good boy. Relax.”I didn’t want to stop, but I obeyed my coach and flopped my legs over the back of the sofa. My cockhead was shiny with my own saliva. It didn’t seem possible, but it had really just happened… thanks to my snobby, mean-girl, popular clique step-sister. No one would ever believe this in a million years.“How was that?” she asked, sounding genuinely curious.“Good,” I answered. “Real good, actually.”“I could tell you liked it,” She shifted a little, seeming kind of antsy. Avery was. He looked at Kevin and said you care if she sees it. I guess that was what he said to Kevin right before when they were joking because he said yeah man if you really don’t care. My gosh at that instant my pussy dripped like I can’t even describe, I think it was utter surprise that made me so wet. We have a large wrap around couch and Kevin was on one side. Matt was kind of in the middle where it bends around. I was on the other side where I had been sitting and reading my Vanity Fair magazine.