The Desire of My Fourth Stepsisters

Moans Inside The Room

​"Bima, sorry to bother you this late," Maurel said, her voice sounding incredibly soft and polite.

​I lowered my phone a bit and glanced over at her. "Oh, hey, Maurel. No, it's fine. What's up, Rel?"

​"Well, I’ve got this college assignment that’s completely fucking breaking my brain. Mind helping me check it out?" Maurel asked as she walked closer to my bed.

​My eyes accidentally locked onto what she was wearing tonight. Maurel was only wearing a thin gray tank top with absolutely no fucking bra underneath. The stretchy, tight fabric hugged her body perfectly, making her hard, erect nipples poke through and print themselves clear as day against the cloth. As for her bottoms, she was just wearing a pair of incredibly short jersey shorts that showed off her entire legs all the way up to her clean, smooth thighs.

​I cleared my throat slightly, trying to look back at my phone screen for a second to clean up my fucking thoughts. "Rel, don't you have any clothes that cover up a bit more when you come into my room?"

​Maurel just let out a rich giggle at my question. Totally unbothered, she climbed right onto my bed and sat cross-legged next to me, making the mattress dip under her weight. The sweet, fruity scent of her perfume instantly drifted off her clean body.

​"Why, what's wrong, Bima? It's not like it matters what I wear in front of you," Maurel replied nonchalantly, like it was no big fucking deal. She tilted her face, looking at me with a faint, mysterious smile. "Besides, we're family now. Honestly, even if I walked in here completely naked, I wouldn't give a shit."

​Hearing her say something that fucking bold, I could only let out a long sigh and shake my head. I locked my phone, tossed it on the nightstand, and shifted my seat to lean against the headboard.

​"What the fuck are you talking about, Rel," I said, reaching over to grab the laptop from her hands.

​In my head, I could only pray and hope that Maurel didn't have the same wild, aggressive streak as Linda, who had completely milked my stamina dry in the backyard alleyway earlier. Dealing with one horny stepsister was already enough to overwhelm me, let alone if Maurel turned out to be the exact same fucking way behind that polite face of hers.

​"Here, this is the part I don't get, Bima," Maurel pointed out, leaning her body forward until our shoulders rubbed together.

​As she leaned in to look at the laptop screen, the loose top of her tank top naturally dipped down, serving up a crystal-clear view of her heavy cleavage right next to my arm. I tried like hell to stay focused on the lines of text on the screen, even though my concentration was completely fucked because her body kept casually, intentionally brushing against my arm.

​An hour passed in what was a fucking tense situation for me. I spent the time with Maurel while fighting like a dog to hold back the lust boiling inside me, thanks to how slutty she was acting. She kept fixing her hair as it fell, shifting her seat until her smooth thigh pressed against mine, and intentionally blowing her warm breath against my neck while pretending to read the lines of code.

​Once all the bugs in her assignment were fixed, Maurel finally slammed her laptop shut with a satisfied look on her face. She climbed down from my bed and smoothed out her slightly messy clothes.

​"Thanks a lot, Bima. You're fucking smart," Maurel praised with a sweet smile at the doorway. "I'm heading back to my room now. Goodnight."

​"Yeah, no problem, Rel. Night," I replied, feeling a massive wave of relief that my test of patience was finally over for the night.

​After the bedroom door shut tightly again, I realized my throat was bone-dry and parched from holding in all that tension for a whole fucking hour. I decided to head downstairs to the kitchen to grab a glass of ice-cold water. I opened my door and stepped out, walking down the dimly lit second-floor hallway, which was only lit by faint wall sconces.

​But my footsteps ground to a sudden halt right as I passed Maya's room—my other stepsister—whose room was right near the stairs. From the gap underneath her tightly shut door, I heard an incredibly suspicious sound.

​Faint, muffled little groans were subtly breaking the quiet night in the hallway. My heart instantly started hammering against my chest. Pure curiosity made me scrap my plan to go downstairs. I stepped closer, pressing my ear right against Maya's door, doing it carefully as fuck so I wouldn't make a single sound.

​And my fucking hunch was dead on. From this close, I could clearly hear the horny groans ripping out of Maya's mouth over and over again.

​"Ahhh... mmgghh... uuhh, yes..." Maya moaned from inside the room, her voice sounding totally raspy and packed with pure lust.

​Hearing those intimate moans made my mind go completely wild. Since it was late as hell and my stepmother wasn't back yet, my mind immediately pictured Maya on her bed, fingering herself or rubbing her clit to satisfy her pent-up sexual urges.

​Hearing the friction of fabric and the quickening rhythm of her groans made the dick beneath my shorts throb violently, getting rock-hard all over again. I stood frozen in front of the door, completely hypnotized by every single sound of pleasure escaping the room.

​But just as I was completely locked into listening to Maya's filthy groans, my breath hitching in my throat, a cold palm suddenly landed on my right shoulder from behind, tapping it gently.

​"What the fuck are you doing in front of Maya's room, Bima?"

​A low whisper that I knew all too well suddenly called me out from behind, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up from pure shock.