This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events is unintentional and entirely coincidental. The characters that are present or implied to be present within this poem are all adults and are at least 18 years of age. They are portrayed as steps. This author neither encourages nor promotes sexual acts where at least one party does not provide legal consent.
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It was a typical Friday afternoon. I was an 18 year old high school senior, and at that moment, I was sitting in the basement with my two good friends, Chuck and Kyle. We were goofing around when Chuck suggested we play Truth or Dare.
"Truth or Dare?" I asked Kyle.
"Okay, truth this time," Kyle answered.
"What's the most dangerous thing you have ever done?" I asked him.
"Uh... well..."
"Come on, you've definitely done a lot of crazy shit," Chuck stated. "This really shouldn't be a difficult question for you to answer if we're being honest."
"I'm aware," he said. "It's just kinda tough for me to decide on what the craziest thing I have done is."
"Well, pick one," I stated.
"Okay, okay," Kyle stated. "I saw Samantha Blake in the hallway at school one day. You remember her, right? The girl I've had a crush on for a while now? Anyway, she was wearing a fairly loose white top and a tiny red miniskirt. I couldn't help it. And I sprinted to the nearest restroom and beat off to her. Multiple times. I was feeling that horny, and I really had to cum a few times. Amazingly, I didn't get caught."
"Damn," Chuck remarked. "Not what I had in mind when it comes to "dangerous" but there's definitely a risk involved in that."
"We going to count it?" I asked.
"Fuck it, let's count it," Chuck said.
"Cool," Kyle said. "Alright, Chuck, it's your turn to ask the question"
"Yo," Chuck stated, as he turned his attention to me. "You know the question. Is it going to be Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," I announced.
Anytime we played this game, I picked Dare. I did not want to reveal my deepest darkest secret.
"I dare you to steal Mariah's cheerleader panties," Chuck said.
"What?!" I gasped.
"Come on, dude," he said. "Why you acting so surprised? You know that I've had a hardon for her for a while."
This was indeed accurate. I was fully aware that Chuck had a crush on my 18 year old stepsister. However, he didn't know that I had sexual fantasies about her ever since we met. When my mom married her dad and they moved into our house, those fantasies became more frequent than ever before.
Mariah was 5 foot 4, had light brown hair, light blue eyes, perky breasts, and a surprisingly big ass. She had the perfect body for an innocent barely legal cheerleader.
Her body was so perfect that I couldn't help but gawk and stare at her every single time she wore her cheerleader uniform, and it happened regularly since it was currently Fall and thus football season.
Sometimes, I would try to take a peek up her miniskirt and see if she wore any panties underneath her cheerleader spankies whenever she wore her outfit in the house. I hoped that she didn't and that I would be able to catch a glimpse of the shape of her pussy. I knew it would always remain a fantasy, but I still hoped a day would come where I would get to fuck that pussy and tell my stepsister how I actually felt about her.
"You know she's going to notice if even one pair is missing, right?" I asked Chuck.
"I'm not going to keep them," Chuck reassured me. "I just want to see if you can pull it off."
"Come on, don't chicken out on us now," Kyle said. "I've had to do much more dangerous things than snatching a random undergarment out of my freaking home."
"Ok, I'll be back," I told them. "Hopefully won't take too long."
I ran upstairs and headed towards Mariah's bedroom.
Luckily, my mom and stepdad were at work right now, and Mariah was still hanging out with her friends at school. Therefore, I didn't have to worry about getting busted while I snooped around. Or so I believed anyway.
I entered Mariah's bedroom and ran over to her dresser drawer. I quickly pulled open the top drawer and glanced inside.
Then I reached into them and pulled out an undergarment. They were the dark blue spankies that Mariah traditionally wore for cheer competition.
Mariah always wore her royal blue spankies under her outfit to school on Fridays and at the games. Nevertheless, I figured that these briefs would be good enough to meet the requirements of Chuck's dare.
Instinctively, I raised the briefs up to my nose and inhaled the scent. I smiled. Mariah recently masturbated while wearing these spankies. I could feel my cock get hard as I imagined my cock on top of her wet pussy.
"What are you doing?" I heard a familiar female voice ask me.
"Mariah! It's... it's not what it looks like!" I cried out, as I tossed the panties back into the top drawer.
"Really?" Mariah replied, as she stood in the doorway. "Cause it looks like you were just sniffing my bloomers."
"I know it does, but I... I..."
I kept stammering as I tried to find a way out of this mess. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of a decent excuse at that point and time.
"You don't have to lie to me or pretend that you don't have a crush on me anymore," Mariah informed me. "I've seen the way you look at me anytime I'm wearing this cheerleader outfit. At home, at pep rallies, at the games. How your eyes are always locked onto my tits or peeking under my miniskirt. Kind of like this."
Mariah spun around and locked her bedroom door. Then she bent over. I watched her miniskirt slowly rise up as she revealed her ass and the skimpy royal blue cheerleader spankies that covered them.
"We're finally alone," Mariah said, as she shook her ass at me. "So come on, what do you want to do?"
I couldn't help myself. I stepped forward, yanked down the briefs, and plunged the middle three fingers of my right hand into her pussy. Mariah pressed both her hands against the door and moaned as I masturbated her.
The smacking was audible and very loud as I finger fucked my hot stepsister. I rubbed Mariah's clit with my thumb, fully determined to give her as strong an orgasm as I could possibly muster with my right hand.