I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move. I just stared back into her dark eyes, a new understanding of my stepmother emerging. The lustful look in my e...es told her what she wanted to know and her hand found that she had made me very hard as it slid up my leg to find my growing cock buried within my jeans. Sharon took control and undid my belt and zipper slowly pulling my jeans down and off. My cock made a tent out of my boxers and this brought a smile the Sharon's face. I sat up and finished my. That began a series of messages that we began trading on a daily basis – me mostly saying how much I liked her photos and how fabulously sexy she was, and she thanking me for my comments and sometimes telling me how hot and horny my comments made her. This went on for days and weeks and we became more and more comfortable with each other. Days when I was busy and could not reply I made sure I sent her a note telling her when I’d return. Finally, months later, we began to discuss if we should. I have to again remind myself that I still have work to do. I get the clean sheets for Mr. Riley's bed, but before I start to put them on, I realize he's lying too low in the bed. All that hip movement must have made him slide down. I have to pull him up, but I know it isn't going to be easy because he's a pretty big man. I hook my arm under his armpit and try to pull him up, but he doesn't budge, just as I expect. I know I have to lower the bed, get behind the head and pull him up by both. Tough shit!Then after all of that bitching she told me that she had to go to the bathroom. I had actually been looking forward to that. I had watched mom take her into the bathroom and then bring her out again several times. I always wanted to see Stormy’s pussy. I wanted to see her tits too but that might have to wait. Right then all I could think of was that I was going to get to see my sister’s pussy and wipe it too. Maybe my fingers could slip off the toilet paper and actually touch her.