Sapphic Desires: A Steamy W/W Erotic Collection

I had decided a long time ago that I was finally done with relationships. Fuck! They don't favor me. It's either I'm being played, cheated on, or seen as garbage.

“This can't work between us, El. You can't even stay long when I fuck you.” Those were the exact words I got from all my exes. 

I always wanted to take time to explore my body secretly and play the good girl my dad wanted me to be. My dad had no idea what kind of daughter he had. Anyways, I never felt good having sex with any guy.

Stacy had always told me how satisfying it was being sucked and fucked by her boyfriend and how she enjoyed every bit of it, cuming all over.

No more relationships. I said, sliding out my phone from my pocket. The screen glared at me as I gently scrolled through the gallery. There were several pictures and videos I had taken with James—the last guy I broke up with.

“El!" My dad's voice roared from downstairs pulling me out of grieviance. My hands hovered around my phone, anger showing over me. 

Delete images? The option popped up on the screen.

Delete forever. I said, deleting all the pictures and videos I had with James. They didn't matter anymore.

Psychopath.

"El! Come downstairs. They are pulling into our street.” Days like these were so special to my dad. After we had lost my mom two years ago.

Right. His new wife—Elena and daughter were moving in today. And my dad had specifically stated that I welcomed them warmly.

Rolling out of my bed, I took a little tissue, damped my face from looking like someone who's heart was just shattered.

I glided out of my room, walking downstairs. My dad stood close the window, head popped outside. He always mentioned how he loves Elena and I had never met her in person.

Just then, a car screeched to a halt in front of our house. My dad adjusted his clothes.

"How do I look El?" His voice cracked, anxiety spiraling. 

I smiled slightly. “You look amazing, dad." 

“Okay. Remember, welcome them warmly." 

Our head spun to the direction of the door when it creaked open. An elegant woman in her 30s walked in, face bright like the rays of sun, beautiful doe eyes. She must be Elena. I thought to myself. 

My dad pulled her into a hug, squeezing her ass and kissing her intensely. 

“Dad." I muttered gently only to his hearing. He coughed slightly, adjusting his arms.

I narrowed my gaze to Elena. “You're welcome Ms. El—" 

My breath caught. I had never seen such a hot, badass girl.

A young girl walked in. That must be Elena’s daughter—My step sister. She moved with slow, confident steps. Her hips swayed side to side, making her short skirt ride up her smooth thighs. Her round ass and full breasts bounced gently with each stride. The tight top clung to her curves, showing hard nipples.

Her long hair swung over her shoulder. She looked straight at me with a naughty smile. Every step was sexy and powerful, like she owned the room. Heat came off her body. She stopped close, her hand sliding down her thigh.

She was pure desire — strong, beautiful, and ready to tease.

“Hi step dad. Hi step sister." She said scanning through the house. I couldn't utter a word. My eyes, still staring at her nipples plunging out from her white crop top.

Stop this El. I muttered under my breath.

"Welcome to our house. I'm El.” 

She stepped towards me, my heart beat raced. The moment she pulled me into a tight hug, her soft, full breasts pressed hard against my chest. The warm, firm flesh squished gently as she squeezed me closer. Her hard nipples rubbed my body through her thin top. 

Instantly, I got wet. A hot rush of wetness soaked my panties. My pussy throbbed with sudden need. I breathed faster, my body warm and soft against mine. Her hips shifted a little, pushing her breasts deeper into me.

The hug felt electric. Her scent filled my nose. She held on longer than normal, clearly enjoying the feel of her tits on me.

Wait, what's that under my thighs. I'm actually wet for a girl. I pushed her slightly away from me, maintaining a smile.

“Zee." A smile formed on her face. “I'm Zee Michael." 

I nodded firmly, touching my hair strand. “I'll show you to your room."

Dad had already walked into his room with his wife, leaving Zee with me. I'll be fine with her. 

I gently took Zee’s hand and led her toward the staircase. Gently, I followed behind, my eyes locked on her.

My gaze kept dropping to Zee’s round, firm ass. It swayed side to side with every step, the short skirt hugging her curves tightly. The soft cheeks jiggled slightly, looking so smooth and inviting. I hated it. I felt guilty staring at my stepsister’s butt like this, but I couldn’t stop. A strange hot feeling grew inside me—tightness in my chest, warmth between my legs.

I didn’t know what this feeling was. It made me ashamed, yet my eyes stayed glued to that perfect ass, watching it move. My breath quickened. I wanted to look away, but the sight pulled me in.

The evening air felt so good, I laid outside enjoying the cool breeze which came from the balcony. I played "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran, singing and vibing along to it.

The lyrics had never left my lips.

It had been my favorite song whenever I went hiking with James, but everything had been ruined now. 

Whatever.

I wiped sweat from my brow, my mouth dry and my throat scratchy. Ugh, I’m so thirsty, I thought. I needed water.

I turned toward the house and walked quickly across the yard, up the porch steps, and twisted the doorknob. Cool indoor air washed over me as I stepped inside and headed straight to the kitchen. The kitchen counter smelt like lavender. I grabbed a glass, filled it under the running tap, and drank deeply in long gulps. “Ahh,” I sighed, already feeling better.

I set the glass down with a soft clink, still savoring the cool relief, when I heard it—low, breathy moans coming from down the hall. My stepsister. 

What the fuck… Mmhm. This is so good. 

Curious and a little worried, I stepped quietly toward her slightly open door and peeped in. There she was on her bed, legs spread, watching lesbian p**n on her laptop. On the screen, two girls were fucking hard—one straddling the other’s face, grinding her wet pussy against her tongue while the second girl thrust two fingers deep into her, pumping fast and sucking on her clit.

My stepsister had her own hand between her thighs, fingers plunging in and out of her glistening pussy, moaning softly as she matched their rhythm. I couldn’t look away. Heat rushed through me and I felt myself getting wet, my panties soaking as I watched her hips buck and her tits bounce with every thrust of her fingers.