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I woke up on Christmas Eve to the sound of someone knocking on the door.* It was after nine o?clock.* I was asleep in a guest room in my uncle?s basement.* Next to me was a pair of my panties that were stiff with my dried cum.* Cara had used them the night before to give me a handjob while everyone else in the house was asleep.* It was the third time in less than a week.* The first time was right after she caught me jacking off in her basement.At first, I felt guilty.* Cara was only eighteen years old. She was still in high school. And she was my aunt?s step-daughter.* We weren?t blood-relatives, but it was still an unusual situation.* I?d known her since she was in elementary school. Our family thought it was cute that she had a crush on me growing up, but an actual relationship would have been scandalous.But the guilt faded quickly.* It was replaced with desire.* The taboo element to our secret encounters made them more thrilling.* I was becoming obsessed.I had tossed and turned the night before.* After Cara left my room I couldn?t stop thinking about her.* The curves of her body.* Her thick, black hair.* Her dirty mind.* Her eagerness to stimulate and please me.Even though I had just gotten off, I wanted more.* Three encounters had concluded with only a handjob all three times.* She had put my cock in her mouth twice, but not given me a complete blow job.* I?d caught a glimpse of her bush and played with her tits a bit.* It had been months since I?d have actual sex and I wanted more from Cara.* I knew I was being greedy, but like most young men, I wanted to push things to another level.I?d gotten myself off again before falling asleep.* My eyes were closed tight as I imagined her riding my dick wearing nothing but stockings.My late-night tossing and turning led to me sleeping in.* I knew everyone else must have had breakfast already.* I assumed either my mother or sister had come down to see if I was dead.* I pulled şişli escort (https://sislimarka.com/) on some pants and stumbled to the door.* I was surprised to see Cara standing there.?I was sent down to make sure you?re still breathing,? she said loudly.* She flashed that wicked smile.*?Actually I volunteered,? she said quietly.* ?I don?t think anyone followed me down.?Cara stepped into the room and pushed the door within a few inches of closing.Her incredible curves were hidden beneath a baggy red plaid flannel shirt and loose olive corduroy pants.* Her thick black hair was down and she had on her black-framed glasses.* Anyone who saw her like that in a coffee shop would have just mistaken her for schlubby grunge rock nerd.* They?d have no clue how sexy she was.* Her wardrobe and the fact that she went to an all-girls Catholic school were probably the only reasons she was single. *?I brought something you might like,? she said playfully.She pulled a pair of panties from her pocket.* Simple white nylon briefs with little pink roses on them.?Would it excite you to think of me in these?? she asked *?It would excite me if you?d give me some pussy,? I snapped quickly.I surprised myself with the quick temper flare.* Maybe it was the lack of sleep.* Or just not having a cup of coffee yet.* Somehow during the night, I?d started feeling like she was getting everything she wanted and I was being used somehow.* Like I was her plaything.* It was an absurd way to feel.?Wow,? she said with surprise.* ?What?s that about??I took a deep breath.?Sorry,? I said.* ?I?m just grumpy in the mornings and didn?t sleep well.??Sounds like more than that,? she responded.?I had a sex dream.* About us.?* I said. *It wasn?t really a dream.* It was a fantasy when I was wide awake.* But I was trying to recover from my rash reaction.* I knew I wanted more than a handjob from her.* But at the same time, I knew I was acting entitled.* I had no right to be upset with mecidiyeköy escort (https://sislimarka.com/) her.* I needed to be more subtle and content with just handjobs*if that was the only option. *Cara was very curious.* She raised an eyebrow. *?What kind of sex dream?? she asked.I gave her a high-level overview of my fantasy from the night before.* That I was on my back and she was riding my dick.?Sounds hot,? she said.* ?Not much detail, though.??You want the details?? I asked.?Sure.* Of course.??You were on top of me,? I said.* ?With your shirt open.* Like that first night in your parents? basement.* When you were grinding on my cock.* Your gorgeous tits bouncing.??You like my boobs?? she interrupted. ?They?re not very perky.??Fuck yes, I like them,? I gushed.* ?They?re full and sexy.* I can?t stop thinking about them.??What else happened in the dream???That?s it.* You were on top.* You were riding my cock.* And you were wearing white stockings.* I had to jack off after it.??Stockings?? she said.* ?That?s new.* So it?s not just silky things that excite you??I blushed a little and nodded.?Have you fucked a girl wearing stockings???Yes,? I admitted.?Who?* Some sorority slut at college???No.* My high school girlfriend.* It was years ago.??What else turns you on??* she asked.I was worried that I was going to freak her out.* Liking the feel of silky lingerie is one thing, but did I really want to reveal how much I thought about lingerie and outfits?* I didn?t want her to question my sexuality.* Men weren?t supposed to fetishize clothing.* Still, I felt the need to be honest.* I told her I was into slips and other lingerie.?What about outfits?* Dresses?? she asked.?I like when women wear dresses,? I said.?You think about the way women dress a lot. Do you like the women or the clothes?* Don?t most men just want women out of their clothes?? she asked.* ?Are you bisexual???No,? I answered.* ?I just get turned on by certain things.* I?m very visual and I like the anticipation of a woman undressing* I don?t know why.?She seemed to think about my answers for a second. *?So do you think I?m too boring in my baggy shirts and jeans?? she asked.* ?You?re just having some fun with me because I?m here and there isn?t some slut in a short skirt around???I don?t think there is anything boring about you,? I said.?Really?? she questioned.* ?That excites me.??I?m kind of hard,? I answered. *?Show me,? she said.I slid down the track pants I?d pulled on earlier.* There was a growing bulge in my shorts.?Let me feel how wet you are, Cara.? *She glanced at the door that was only slightly ajar.?I?ve been down here a while,? she said.* ?What if someone comes down???I?m sure they think you?re just hanging out while I get dressed or whatever.?She bit her lip and thought about it for a second.* She sat down on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned her pants. She pulled the zipper down and held them open.* Her panties were simple white nylon briefs with a white ribbon bow on the waistband.?Go ahead,? she said.* ?You can touch.?I sat to her right on the bed. I slid a hand down her pants and cupped her pussy.* I could feel the heat coming off it.* Her panties were definitely damp.She touched me at the same time. She cupped my dick and rubbed it through my shorts.* I went from semi-erect to fully hard.I rubbed her pussy faster.* She let out a soft moan.?We have to stop,? she said.* ?Someone is going to come downstairs.??They?ve forgotten you?re down here,? I said.* ?They?re probably all talking or wrapping gifts or taking a nap.??My brother,? she said.* ?He?s using the room next door.* Or he will come to watch TV.??Nobody is coming,? I told her.I was actually as nervous as she was. But I was also twenty-one*years old and insanely horny all the time.* It was worth the risk.* At that point in my life even fingering a woman was still a thrill.I slid her panties to the side to get inside her pussy.* My index finger slid in easily. She gasped.?We have to stop,? she said again.* ?We can?t.??Can?t right now?* Or can?t ever?? I asked.