Let me begin by saying that I am a sexually active 18 year old. My mother left my father to remarry a man I had never met. I got to stay with my father because my mother didn't want to be loaded down with baggage.
Little did she know that her new husband would bring his 19 year old son and 18 year old daughter to live with them. My dad didn't have time to monitor my behavior and when he found out I like to fuck, he sent me to live with my mom. See, I had fucked most of my dad's friends after one of them got a hold of me for the first time. So...
My mom sent her husband Dave and her step son (my step-brother) Ricky to come get me from the airport since she was still not done preparing my room. I would have to share the room with my step-sister Carla.
I spent the majority of the plane ride hot and bothered because this older man next to me kept looking down my shirt. I kept wishing he would stick his hand under my skirt and finger fuck me. He didn't. I guess he was intimidated by my 18 year-old voluptuous body. See, I am nice and curvy for my age. Not skinny and not fat. I have thick hips, a nice round ass, and my boobs are just right at a c cup. This is thanks to my Mexican heritage. My legs are also nice and thick. I have learned that men love it. I love men and prefer them over boys my age. Their dicks are bigger to suck on and I have always had a Daddy complex.
This "Daddy" complex is what gets me in trouble in this story. See, when Dave spots me I can tell that he is flabbergasted at what he sees. I look nothing like my mom. She is skin and bones. I get my curves from my father's side of the family. I am wearing a short mini skirt (which is the trend) and a fitted white t-shirt. The shirt contrasts nicely with my tan skin and black, long hair. The shirt is henley style, meaning it buttons up to my bra and then lets my cleavage hang out. (Most people wear a tank top under these type of shirts). I am also NOT wearing a bra and I am NOT wearing underwear (but he can't tell yet).