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I'm playing with the tiny wisps of hair around my stepsister's face. I'm lost in every detail of her. I've only been this close one other time and it was cut short too soon. All I can think is how much I need to see, quick before it's interrupted again.
    “You don't know how much I've wished for this day to be here. How many cold showers I've taken or long runs trying to clear my mind of the sexy thoughts about you and me. Now you're here and it's like I can't stop all of those past thoughts from rushing to my mind and...” I stop myself before saying “dick” and chance sounding like all I wanna do is fuck her brains out. I have to admit, I do. I want to feel her, every inch inside and out.
    “Then don't, stop.” Her words are like a match to oil. She's staring at me, her eyes wide an apprehensive smile on her lips. I press mine into hers thrusting my tongue deep, drawing her out. She kisses back running her hands into my hair. It sends a tingle down my spine.
    I raise up and pull her to sitting then remove her jacket and shirt. I strip off my own and drop my pants and boxers then slide her jeans over her voluptuous hips and off her beautiful creamy legs. They're much more mature than I remember two years ago and I don't waste any time kissing every inch of them until I meet the lace trimmed blue boy shorts.
    Unhooking her bra, I let it drop on the floor. Her breasts droop perfectly in front of me and I accidentally push her back on the bed with more force than I intend trying to suck the left nipple.
    Morgan giggles under my ravishing touch. I chuckle along and look up into her eyes to make sure she's not completely freaked out. She's watching me as though amazed by my infatuation with her, but how can I not be? She's got these perfect curves that wrap around her body making her impossible not to touch and squeeze.
    I remember how much she tried to diet when we lived together, but I always told her she was crazy. The few times she mentioned the word fat, I warned she'd have to wash my car if I heard it again. Oh, god the image of her soaping up my Chevy in her little bun-bearing shorts makes me hard. I swear, if I could make every girl her size, I would.
    I run my hand between her belly and the band of lace on her boy shorts. Her stomach quivers and she giggles. It's even cuter than I remember and I've missed it. I pull off her panties, then lay on top of her. We look at each other, without speaking then I kiss her hard and long. With every suck of her tongue I get harder.
    Morgan runs her fingers along my back and it's like an electric shock through my body. She moves to my groin and pushes a hand between my legs fondling the tip of my cock then running her hand down my shaft. Everything she does is pushing me to the edge, the edge of restraint and I'm afraid I won't be able to last much longer.
    “Oh, god, Morgan, can I..,” I pause knowing this is a poor attempt at foreplay. I don't mean to be popping off like a damn teenager, but I'm not far off the mark only having been there a few years ago. I think I'm hornier than I was then or maybe I've just been away from Morgan too long.
    “Yes, Alex,” she breathes in my face with a smile. She spreads her legs and draws them up next to me. I position myself between them and edge into her tight hole. I swear to God, I'm gonna blow this sweet moment in more than one way.
    Morgan catches her breath and screams a little grabbing me tighter. Her walls stretch under my pressure and I can see the pain in her eyes as I push to the back of her love canal.
    “Are you okay? Is this, okay?” I breathe in her face pausing for a minute. The last thing I want to do is hurt her and definitely not this way. She nods her head and smiles pressing her lips into mine. I move again, slowly, the wetness oozing from her, we slide together, me kissing her, her kissing me, us exchanging the secret love we've kept for years.
    “You feel so amazing. Exactly as I imagined only better.”