When she caught her breath she commanded me to get out; adding that I was not to take off the mask, there was no way I would be allowed to see her. I couldn’t find my towel so I had to leave without it. I felt for the door. “Hurry up and get yourself cleaned up. And don’t you even think about doing anything else in the shower” were her parting words.
In the hall I pulled off the mask and stood there for a second. I had just eaten my first pussy. My stepmother had just used me to give her sexual pleasure. I was confused about how I should feel; though my persistent erection gave some indication of what I was really feeling. I had just about made it safely to my room when my worst fear happened.
Amanda appeared from around a corner, we both stopped short just a foot away from each other. Our eyes made contact for a second before hers went down. She didn’t turn her head or look away; she took in my entire frontal nudity, staring at my erection. I tried to step around her but she blocked me, keeping me in front of her.
“Now what are you up to?” she asked. “I should tell mother”.
I couldn’t tell her that I JUST been with her mother. I managed to get behind a large plant in the corner. She couldn’t see me but she was trying. I had minimized the damage; I didn’t think she got too long of a look. “Please let me go” I begged my little step sister. “It was an accident”.
She seemed to enjoy the power she had over me which now went beyond making me clean up after her. “I said I should” she continued, “but maybe I won’t”.
“What do you want?” I said, desperate to get out of there.
“I want you to show me what you were doing in the shower the other day” she said, looking up into my face, lightly biting her lower lip.
“I can’t, I’m not allowed to” I said.
Before she could say anything else Lori called her from down stairs. “Hey Amanda, come here you’re going to want to see this”.
Only loud enough for me to hear, Amanda answered with a sinister smile, “Hey Lori, you’re REALLY going to want to see this”. We both heard Lori approach the stairs.
Amanda realizing she shouldn’t be in this position either, left the scene to see what Lori wanted.
I let out a sigh of relief. I managed to get myself cleaned up, dressed and back to work. I was way behind my chores.
My stepmother acted no differrent than before, as if nothing had happened. Several days passed without her coming into the shower. Still, I didn’t dare touch myself there or in my room. About 3 weeks went by since the last time I came.
One afternoon while I was picking Lori’s dirty laundry up off her floor, my stepmother came in. “I will need your help with something in the kitchen at exactly eight o’clock” she said then left. The way she said it was the same as the last time I heard those words. Though I didn’t know what she would be doing in the kitchen.