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I would hear the water running, and I would stand outside the door, listening. Imagining. I would tell myself to walk away, to stop being such a creep. But I couldn’t. I would stand there, heart pounding, until the water stopped. Then I would rush away, before she could catch me.<\/p>\n

I knew it was wrong. I knew it was creepy. But I couldn’t stop. I would stand there, heart pounding, palms sweating, imagining her. Naked. Wet. Soapy. I would imagine her hands running over her body, and I would feel a rush of heat, a pulse between my legs. I started masturbating to the thought of her. Every night, my hand between my legs, my mind filled with her. The curve of her breast. The slope of her shoulder.<\/p>\n

The sound of her voice. The smell of her shampoo. I would come, hard, my body arching, my mouth open in a silent scream. And then, the guilt. The shame. I would lie there, my body still tingling, my mind still filled with her, and I would hate myself. I would tell myself I was sick. Wrong. A pervert. But then, the next day, I would do it all over again.<\/p>\n

I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I was straight. I liked boys. But Maxine… Maxine was all I could think about. All I could fantasize about. All I could masturbate to. I started stealing her clothes. Wearing her shirts to bed. Spraying her perfume on my pillow.<\/p>\n

I started going into her room when she was out. Looking at her things. Touching her things. Trying to understand. Trying to make sense of this… this obsession. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was sick. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t walk away. I was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. And I was terrified.<\/p>\n

Terrified of what this meant.<\/p>\n

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About Author OceanofPDF.com Dedication For all my horny readers that make this horny writer’s dreams come true. Thank you and stay kinky. OceanofPDF.com Stepsister’s Secret Vixen N Lace OceanofPDF.com Stepsister’s Secret OF ALL THE PEOPLE who could\u2019ve caught me, my new stepsister, the girl I\u2019ve barely known for two fucking weeks. Caught me masturbating. And not just caught me, but watched. Like, full-on stared, like she was memorizing every second of it. The door didn\u2019t close for what felt like an eternity, and the whole time. I just froze.<\/p>\n

But then she left, and that\u2019s when it got worse. Because I didn\u2019t stop. I kept going, thinking about her, about the way her lips parted just slightly before she turned away, like she was holding back. Like she wanted to stay. And now I\u2019m stuck wondering if I made that up.<\/p>\n

If I needed to make that up. Because this is Hannah we\u2019re talking about, Miss Perfect, the girl every senior at school is already obsessed with. My soon to be stepsister. There\u2019s no way. No fucking way she looked at me like that. No way she liked it. But that didn\u2019t stop my body from reacting. Didn\u2019t stop the way my pulse spiked, didn\u2019t stop how wet I got just thinking about her watching.<\/p>\n

Didn\u2019t stop me from coming harder than I have in, god, I don\u2019t even know how long. And that\u2019s the part that terrifies me the most. Because none of it makes sense I’m straight! This just makes everything so difficult now. I don\u2019t know how I\u2019m supposed to sit at the dinner table across from her, looking at her, knowing she\u2019s seen what she\u2019s seen.<\/p>\n

And then wondering if she liked what she saw. Wondering why I care if she liked what she saw. Up until that exact moment, I\u2019d only ever thought about men. I was even thinking about this guy, Lucas, from school, annoying as hell, but damn, that jawline.<\/p>\n

And then she walked in. I saw her face, and now that\u2019s all I can think about. It doesn\u2019t make sense, I\u2019m straight. As straight as they come. But ever since that moment, there\u2019s something about her pulling me in, making me wonder. Making me want to ask questions.<\/p>\n

Making me want to dig deep and figure out who Hannah really is.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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