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I came inside my step-sister’s friend Anjali and she asked me not to tell anyone I was working from home one afternoon when my step-sister’s friend, Anjali, showed up. She’d been staying over for a couple of days while she was between places, and my step-sister was out for the evening. Anjali is twenty-seven, a bit older than me, and she’s got that soft, full figure that looks even better when she’s moving around in a simple cotton top and loose shorts. We’d been polite the whole time she was there, but the way she bent over to put something in the fridge earlier had already stuck in my head. She came into the living room where I was sitting on the couch in just a pair of shorts, laptop open. Your sister said I could use the kitchen whenever, she said, then glanced down at me and gave a small, knowing smile. You’re always half-dressed, huh? I laughed it off, but I was already half-hard just from the way her eyes lingered. She walked past me to the kitchen, and I caught the soft bounce of her ass under the shorts and the way the top clung when she reached for something. A few minutes later she came back with a glass of water and sat on the other end of the couch, closer than she needed to. We talked for a bit nothing important but her knee kept brushing mine. At one point she shifted and the hem of her top rode up enough that I could see the soft underside of her breast and the edge of her bra. She noticed me looking and didn’t pull it down. Instead she leaned back a little, one arm resting along the back of the couch. You’ve been staring at me since yesterday, she said quietly. Her voice was low, almost teasing. I don’t mind. That was all it took. I put the laptop aside and turned toward her. When I reached over, she met me halfway. The kiss was slow at first, then deeper once she opened her mouth and let me taste her. Her hand slid up my thigh and settled over the obvious bulge in my shorts, squeezing just enough to make me groan against her lips. She climbed into my lap without breaking the kiss, straddling me, her full hips settling against mine. The thin cotton of her shorts and the heat between her legs made it impossible to think about anything else. I pushed her top up and got my mouth on her breasts, sucking and biting lightly while she rocked against me, grinding down until we were both breathing hard. Her nipples were stiff under my tongue, and every time I flicked one she let out a soft, needy sound. I tugged her shorts and panties to the side she was already wet and pushed into her in one long stroke. She sank down onto me with a broken moan, her arms around my neck, her thick thighs gripping my hips. We stayed like that for a minute, just feeling it, her walls tight and hot around me. Then she started to move, slow rolls of her hips that made me bury my face in her neck and hold onto her ass with both hands. She rode me steadily, getting louder the closer she got, until she came with her forehead pressed to mine, clenching around me hard enough that I followed a few seconds later. We stayed joined afterward, both of us catching our breath, her top still bunched above her breasts and my hands still on her. Neither of us said much right away. She just kissed me again, slower this time, and smiled against my mouth like she’d known exactly how the afternoon was going to end.