Wrestling my stepsister

I actually didn’t want her hands anywhere near that area, since despite myself I was getting an erection. I had seen my stepsister naked plenty of times, but the massage somehow made it a lot more erotic.

“Rematch tomorow?” I asked, as her breasts dangled tantalizingly near my face.

“You bet,” she said. Her nipple brushed my nose, but neither of us said anything.

The next day, we circled each other warily all day, both of us nervous to start what we realized would be the ultimate and final bout.

“So,” I asked her as we passed each other in the kitchen, “What’s the forfeit for today?”

“If I lose,” she said, “I’ll go naked in front of three of your friends.”

That brought a smile to my face. Amy and I were comfortable seeing each other nude, but never before when guests were there. And my friends would think I was the man. “What if you win?” I asked her.

“Then I get to squeeze your balls for as long as I like.”

I nearly choked. That sounded like a one-way ticket to Hell. No embarrassment on her part was equal to that. “No way,” I declared.