Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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Having locked the lock, I almost immediately went to the window to look out for yellow panties on Nastya's balcony. And what a wonderful feeling I felt when I saw them there. In the most visible place, on the front rope, they are lacy and alluring - they were visible even without zoom! I instantly changed into a T-shirt and shorts and ran out into the corridor.
- Mom, dad, it seems I forgot my card in the library. We urgently need to run before it closes!
- Yeah! Just don't forget to go to the store, the grocery list is on the refrigerator! - Mom responded. Putting the green piece of paper in my pocket, I rushed down the stairs - I was not going to wait for the elevator, my impatience was so great.
Approaching Nastya's house, I saw that the door to the entrance had just opened following the entering residents. I barely had time - I didn't want to contact the intercom, I was thinking of giving Nastya a surprise. However, she's already waiting for me, because otherwise she wouldn't give a signal with her panties.
This time I decided to take the elevator - I couldn't stand walking up to the seventh floor, but I wanted to save my energy for boring Nastya's mouth. Just thinking about it made my penis no longer fit in my shorts.
And here I am standing in front of a completely ordinary front door. Square bell - I'll press it and rush into the abyss of incredible pleasures. Why don't I press? What's holding me back? At the last second, I suddenly heard men's voices outside the door - first one, rougher, and then another, a little thinner. But it was already too late - the finger pressed on the bell and a melodic tinkling sound was heard. The door opened - a cute, curly-haired woman of about forty in an apron stood on the threshold.
- Hello! - I greeted and froze, feeling my penis slowly descending. The woman looked at me questioningly.
- Hello. And you're Nastya's classmate, right? About homework?
"Yeah," I nodded happily.
"I'll call her now." Nastya! Nastya-ahh! - she shouted deeper into the apartment.
- I'm coming, mom! - Nastenka echoed her. She saw me and froze in her tracks.
- Arkash? - Obviously, she never expected to see me here.
- Yeah... Nastya, can I borrow your textbook? Otherwise, my... got lost," I blushed at such an obvious lie, but my excited brain was unable to come up with anything else.
"Ko... of course, come in," Nastya sighed. And here I am, finally, in her room - pink soft toys, shelves with books, a rather powerful computer... Nastya clicked the latch on the door and hissed:
-Why did you come? Stepfather is at home, stepbrother too, mother, sister - everyone is here! I told you, come back when you see yellow panties! - amazing, but there is no trace left of us addressing each other as "you".
- That's what I saw! There they are hanging! - and I pointed my finger at the clotheslines. Nastya ran out onto the balcony and, widening her eyes, found intimate lingerie in a place of honor in the front row.
- Damn, it's mom! I decided to do a big wash and shoved everything in without looking! - she whispered.
- Nastya, maybe... Did I come in vain? - my disappointment knew no bounds.
- It won't work today! Everyone is at home, and if we are caught, can you imagine what will happen? - and Nastya, shoving some textbook into my hands, began to push me out of the room. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
- Nastyusha, are you ready? - an insinuating male voice made Nastenka blush.
- This is my stepfather, he'll figure us out right away! - she whispered with only her lips and again began to push me, only this time not towards the door, but into the closet. And as soon as the doors slammed shut, Nastya immediately opened the front door and... hung on the neck of the man who entered the room. The closet smelled deliciously of Nastya's perfume.
- Daddy, do you want it right now? But mom hasn't gone to the store yet, and Borya hasn't gone to training! They... might notice! - the stepfather (obviously it was him) smiled and lightly stroked Nastya's butt, and then squeezed her breasts, barely covered by the thin fabric of the T-shirt. Nastya shrank from his touch, and then hugged his shoulders and whispered, I could barely hear:
"Then let's go to the balcony, you won't be able to see me there!" - and now they are already on the balcony. Surprisingly, through the gap between the closet doors I was given an excellent view of the mirror standing at the far wall of the room - it reflected everything that happened on the balcony below the window sill line. Nastenka took off her T-shirt and began squeezing her nipples with her fingers while her stepfather got rid of his shorts and panties. His huge dick popped up in front of Nastya's face and for the first time today my soul felt a tingle. With surprise, I realized that I did not feel jealous of Nastya's "dad" for what he was doing with the girl whom I already considered mine in my thoughts, no, it pricked me solely because of envy of his size.