Joe sat on Frank's worn-out couch, the springs poking through the cushions, as they caught up on old times. It had been years since they had last seen each other, and Joe couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards his step-brother's comfortable life.
"So, Frank, what's new with you?" Joe asked, trying to make small talk.
Frank leaned back in his recliner, taking a sip of his beer. "Not much, just living the dream. How about you, Joe? How was prison?"
Joe shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to talk about his time behind bars. "It was fine. I'm just glad to be out."
Frank raised an eyebrow. "I bet. So, you must be excited to see your old step-sister, Misty. She's all grown up now."
Joe felt his heart rate quicken at the mention of Misty's name. He had always had a bit of a crush on his step-sister, even when she was just a teenager. Now, she was a full-fledged woman, and Joe couldn't help but wonder what she looked like.
"Yeah, I can't wait to see her," Joe said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Frank chuckled. "She's a free spirit, that one. Always showing off her developing womanhood with her revealing outfits."
Joe felt his face flush at the thought of Misty's perky tits and tight ass. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide his growing arousal.
Frank stood up, finishing his beer. "Well, I'm off to bed. You can have the couch for the night."
Joe nodded, watching as Frank headed upstairs. He listened as Frank's footsteps faded away, leaving him alone in the living room. He couldn't help but wonder what Misty was doing upstairs.
As if on cue, Joe heard a strange sound coming from the hallway. He quietly got up from the couch and crept towards the noise. He peered into the darkness, his heart pounding in his chest.
That's when he saw it. Frank entering Misty's bedroom.
Joe's first instinct was to turn away, to give them privacy. But then, he couldn't help himself. He crept closer to Misty's door, peering through a small gap.
And that's when he saw her. Misty, lying in bed in just her panties, her perky tits on full display. Frank looked at her lustfully, shaking her awake.
Misty groaned, as if this was a familiar routine. She began to suck Frank's cock, her head bobbing up and down. Joe watched in shock and arousal as Frank fucked Misty's tight pussy, calling her by her step-mother's name.
Joe couldn't believe what he was seeing. He felt a twinge of guilt, but he couldn't look away. He watched as Frank finished by cumming on Misty's face, leaving her with a heavy glaze of man-cream.
Frank left the room, and Misty came into the bathroom to clean up. Joe quickly retreated to the couch, his heart racing.
A few minutes later, Misty came into the living room, wearing a silk robe. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Joe on the couch.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, her voice thick with sleep. "I didn't realize you were still up."
Joe stood up, feeling like a deer in headlights. "I-I was just about to head to bed."
Misty waved him off. "Don't worry about it. I was just going to get some water."
Joe couldn't help but stare at her as she walked past him, her robe barely covering her curves. He felt a surge of desire, but he pushed it down. He couldn't betray Frank like that.
"Goodnight, Misty," he said, his voice hoarse.
Misty turned to him, a small smile on her face. "Goodnight, Joe."
As Joe lay in bed, he couldn't help but think about Misty. He knew he shouldn't have watched her, but he couldn't help himself. She was a tempting temptation, one that he wasn't sure he could resist.
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