On my way out of the bathroom, my ears caught the faint sound of moaning drifting through the darkened apartment. That Traci is one horny chick, I thought to myself, as I padded softly over to her door to listen in. I could feel my cock twitch in my boxer shorts, perhaps hoping that it would get another shot at Traci’s hot snatch tonight. But there was only silence from Traci’s room--the moaning was coming from somewhere else.
Could it be Jessie? I’d had plenty of fantasies about my raven-haired step-sister fingering herself to a lusty orgasm, but it was a little hard for me to accept that she was really masturbating in her bedroom. But then again, I had seen her strip topless in front of me and almost let me fondle her tits, and I was pretty sure I’d seen her rubbing her slit while watching Traci jump me in the hallway earlier. If it wasn’t Traci pleasuring herself, then apparently the night’s events had left Jessica more turned on than usual.
The moaning increased in intensity as I moved to Jessica’s door. There was no question now that these were the noises of a woman in heat. Except that as I paused outside Jessica’s room, it was clear that she wasn’t the source either.
Stunned, I moved to Marisa’s door, which I could see now was open a crack. Marisa, my perpetually serious step-sister? The most concerned of all of us with propriety and dignity? Even when she let loose, she was never far from regaining a sense of gravity. I couldn’t believe that she could be the girl making those sexual grunts and moans that I was hearing. But when I peeked through the crack in the door, there was no more room for doubt.
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