My stepsister, wearing a tight sundress and her hair tied up in a ponytail, approached me as I watered the crops. Her angelic face flushed under the sun, her lips slightly chapped from the humidity. She appeared nervous yet curious about the walk I suggested to her. As we strolled through the lush green fields, the air was thick with unspoken desire. I felt my heart race as I saw her swaying hips and the gentle rise and fall of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her dress. I suggested we take a break under a shady tree by the pasture, where we could enjoy the serenity. Little did she know that this would be the perfect opportunity for me to make my moves. Once we were alone, I couldn't resist any longer. With every look, every touch, our passion ignited like a wildfire in the fields. Our clothes quickly became discarded as we gave in to our desires, our bodies entwined in a dance of love and lust.
