It’s Not Him, It’s YOU! brazzers

We watched as the guy came home early from work, threw his keys on the counter, and looked out his patio doors to see a very tan woman with huge tits swimming in the pool. Of course, the dialogue was great. He even somehow accused her of not paying taxes in the exchange. Inevitably, she sucked him off and they fucked to make up for the huge inconvenience she caused him.

We laughed at almost everything they said, and made comments like “so realistic, can’t believe I haven’t tried that excuse yet, do you think she’s really guilty of tax evasion?” I actually wasn’t having a terrible time, but just as we were getting to the peak of action, the rain started hitting the window harder and the power flicked out. We both sighed this time.

After a few moments of silence, we heard a knock at the door again. It’s Not Him.

“What if it’s a serial killer?” I called after her.

“Well then at least I’m not stuck here anymore,” she called back. She opened the door to her dad standing in the dark, holding candles and a box of matches.

“Hey kiddos, I went down to the front desk to see if they had flashlights, all they had were these old candles. Better than nothing, right?” He smiled at us.

“Thanks, Tom.” I got up to help him light the candles. We put one next to the TV and another one on the small dresser between the two beds. The flames flickered dimly.

“Sure thing. Don’t forget to blow them out before bed, if the power stays out that long. It’s Not Him, your mom and I were in the middle of something.” He was gone just as fast as he appeared. Becca and I both knew without saying anything that they were getting it on down the hall. I was grateful that we weren’t able to get rooms that shared a wall.

Becca lay back down on her bed. I lay back down on my own bed. The silence between us was filled with the storm roaring outside. After the longest pause, she shifted on her bed.

“Do people really bend like that? In real life?” she asked, thinking out loud about the porn we had seen.

“Uh. Sometimes. I had a girl once who could, It’s Not Him.” I couldn’t help but get a little horny thinking about that old girlfriend. She was a monster to be with but damn, was she good in bed. I glanced over at Becca and did a double-take. She was trying to bend herself into the main feature position the woman in the video was in. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she lay on her back, trying to bring her knees up to her chest while keeping her legs open. She made it a lot farther than any girl I’d ever been with, and the way the shadows danced on her straining leggings made it obvious she wasn’t wearing underwear.

She finally noticed me staring and looked back at me without saying a word. I rolled over as fast as I could. Did she see my erection? I knew she did. This was the first time in my life that I wished my dick wasn’t seven inches long. This was also the first time I noticed how hot my step-sister was. She was usually too much of a pain in the ass to think about anything else. But the way she was bending, the way she looked in the candlelight… I couldn’t help it.

I had no idea what was going to happen next, and the silence was unbearable. After the longest silence in history, I heard her say softly, “It’s Not Him.” My heart skipped a beat.