Stepsister Seduction, Page 2

  We really needed to stop this. Things, without a doubt, could easily get out of hand. Beer, two bored people of the opposite sex listening to Ed Sheeran, one of which who was hung like a horse and another with her pussy dripping down her thigh - a recipe for disaster - especially considering we were step-siblings.

  And, to top it off, I was getting tipsy.

  “Well, to answer your original question, I choked her the way she liked to be choked. Nice and firm. The marks on her neck were a few days old, from another day when I had a scarf around her neck and I was fucking her from behind. The marks on her ass were from me slapping it. You know it don’t take much to mark up an ass. Especially if you’re balls deep in that pussy and really into fucking her hard,” he chuckled.

  Oh, you really didn’t have to say that.

  “Maybe we should change the subject. You know we’re basically brother and sister. This is getting weird,” I mumbled under my breath.

  To be brutally honest, I had no qualms about fucking him. I knew I should, but I didn’t. Maybe he was simply talking about his ex, and had zero intention of doing anything with me, but my experience with men was fairly broad. And my experiences taught me men were pigs - sexually speaking - and they’d take whatever they could get from whoever they could get it from.

  I expected him to be no different.

  “Shit. We’re not brother and anything. Your mom is fucking my dad. That doesn’t make us related,” he grunted as he stood.

  The outline of the head of his cock was perfectly presented by the material of his shorts. It seemed our little discussion had him slightly aroused, as the tip of his cock was slightly forward, and pressing into the material of his shorts. As he walked past me again, he glared, and his cock swung merrily from side-to-side.

  Fuck it Harley. Offer to suck his cock. Get it over with. You know he’ll let you. And you know you want to see it.

  “I guess not,” I hollered over my shoulder.

  I looked down at my beer.

  Empty.

  Wow. I was really guzzling them too. Staring at this gorgeous little teen was wearing me out, and I was slamming down beers while I was fading away to la-la land daydreaming about him.

  “Grab me another, too,” I said as I stood.

  Oh fuck, I’m beyond tipsy.

  I began to stumble toward the kitchen. I wasn’t drunk by any stretch, but I was certainly feeling the effects of the alcohol. I suppose, considering all things, I wanted to be a little drunker than I was. I had always considered myself an attractive girl, and most who met me agreed. Although I was attractive, physically fit, had a great body and an eager attitude, I spent more time single than most other girls my age. I could always get a dude to hook up with me, but hookups got old quick. I wanted a relationship and feelings. This desire prevented me from doing much with men at college, because regardless of what they tell you, when college ends, the relationship ends.

  Frustrated, tipsy, and with my wet pussy dribbling down my legs, I walked toward the kitchen. As I stepped into the doorway, Kole stood in front of the open door staring inside.

  Startled, he twisted his head my direction as he realized I was there, “I need to eat. I’m half drunk.”

  “Me too,” I sighed as I tossed the empty bottle into the trash.

  “Hungry or tipsy?” he asked.

  “Both,” I grinned as I peered around his back and into the refrigerator.

  He gazed down, grinned and released the door of the refrigerator. As his hand lightly wrapped around my neck, I let out a mental oh my God. I nearly reached climax as he pressed me against the door frame and squeezed my neck firmly yet oh-so-sensually.

  “Oh God,” I whimpered.

  “Feels good, huh?” he whispered.

  I nodded my head.

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Making little suggestions and staring at my big cock. Don’t think I didn’t see you, you sexy little bitch,” he said as he leaned forward and pressed his face against my neck.

  I closed my eyes as I felt his hot breath against my neck. With his thumb and forefinger pressing against my jawline, his hand continued to squeeze my neck in a manner which was making me uncomfortably horny.

  I closed my eyes and nodded my head slightly.

  “Say it,” he breathed into my ear.

  My knees went weak.

  “I do. I want it,” I breathed.

  “You want what? Say it,” as the words escaped his lips, they puffed into my ear in warm, humid surges.

  “I want your cock. God, please. I want it,” I whispered.

  Goosebumps rose along my arms. I felt faint. I could feel blood escaping every other limb and rushing to my pussy. It seemed I should have some type of inner concern that he was my stepbrother, but if anything, I made the entire thing just a few more degrees hotter for me. Hell, our parents weren’t together when we were growing up, so to me, it was far from creepy. It was just plain hot; the scorching kind.

  “Get on your knees,” he grunted as he pressed down against my clavicle with the web of his hand.

  No please, squeeze my neck again.

  I folded my knees and lowered myself to the floor, knowing what was next. Not unlike any other male, he wanted his cock sucked. Luckily for him, sucking cock was my specialty. I didn’t do it for fun, and I never did it for any kind of anticipated return, I did it because I enjoyed it; and I did it like I was getting a paycheck for doing so. As I situated myself on the floor, I realized I was nowhere near as drunk as I thought I was. His soft hand, deep voice, and the anticipation of his thick cock in my throat brought me to a level of near sobriety.

  He reached into his shorts and pulled his cock from the opening in the leg. As he began to stroke it, I stared in awe.

  Perfectly straight. As thick as my feeble wrist. Nine or ten actual inches in length. The head was shaped perfectly. I felt myself beginning to drool as I stared.

  Fuck this.

  I backed myself against the wall and raised my hand to chest height. As I curled my index finger toward my palm repeatedly, he took the two steps which separated us. Now standing with his cock in my face, I reached up, gripped the legs of his shorts in my hands, and pulled downward. He released his cock and I tugged against the shorts again.

  His shorts fell to his ankles. As I suspected, he had on no underwear. Immediately in front of my face, his smooth cock stood erect, waiting for my mouth to encompass it.

  Well, Kole, I hope you’re ready.

  I opened my mouth, wrapped my lips around the shaft, and began to work my mouth along his cock. Sucking cock, to me, was a pleasure. Each and every time, I drove the recipient of my mouth magic into an absolute frenzy. As he began to moan, it fueled my desires; and I sucked and slobbered more aggressively. His cock began to work deeper and deeper into my throat with each thrust. I purposely made gagging sounds as I gazed his direction until his eyes met mine.

  Ten seconds into it, he pressed his hands against my head and pulled his cock from my mouth.

  “Time to change it up. Your head game’s too damned strong, girl,” he groaned as he pushed his hands under my armpits and lifted me from the floor.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he said under his breath.

  He turned me to face the wall, reached around my waist, and unbuckled my belt. As he unbuttoned my pants, I watched his hands pull against the waist of my jeans.

  “Let me help you,” I sighed.

  It’s the least I can do.

  HARLEY POV

  THREE. He lifted me from my feet and carried me to the small table in the breakfast nook. As he lowered me onto the table, I sighed in anticipation of what may be next. For the remainder of our time together on this evening, I decided we were not step-siblings, but simply two people who were drunk and having sex. After this one night of insanity was over, we would definitely have to talk about the future, and exclude any sexual activity between us.

  “Don’t move,” he said in a demanding tone as he pulled his shir
t over his head.

  Holy fuck. He’s cut like an Abercrombie and Fitch model.

  I remained motionless on the table, leaning forward and resting on my elbows as he removed his shirt and pulled his shorts down the remaining portion of his legs. His cock still rigid, it twitched as he turned to face me.

  “I meant what I said, don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he half whispered.

  I watched as he walked to the cupboard and removed something from one of the drawers. He then turned and walked to the refrigerator. With each change in direction, his cock swung in the air like a baseball bat. After opening the freezer, he removed a carton of ice cream.

  What the fuck?

  With what appeared to be a melon baller, he removed a small scoop of ice cream. I stared in awe as he walked to the edge of the table with the scoop.

  He nodded his head toward the table, “Spread your legs, Harley. My hands are full.”

  “I don’t think I want that inside of me, if that’s what you’re thinking,” I whined.

  “It’s sugar free sorbet, it’ll be fine. Now move ‘em,” he nodded.

  He pressed against the balls of my feet with his elbows as he carefully held the scoop in his hand. I bent my knees and scooted my feet along the table until my heels were against the cheeks of my ass. As he leaned in between my legs, I spread my knees apart and let out a light whimper.

  “Holy shit that’s cold,” I shrieked as he pressed the melon baller against my pussy lips.

  An almost overwhelming chill filled me. As strange as it seemed, it was a rather sensual feeling, and not at all what I expected. Now with my pussy filled with sorbet, I rocked my knees back and forth as he dropped the baller on the table and lowered his face to my pussy.

  Oh God, please. Lick my pussy, you gorgeous bastard.

  Immediately it was apparent he was as good at licking and sucking pussy as I was at sucking cock. For being a nineteen year old boy, he was absolutely versed in the art of sexual seduction. As his finger worked in and out of my freezing cold pussy, he sucked my clit into submission. I closed my eyes and bit against my lower lip as I made every effort to last at least a minute before I came all over his face.

  “Oh Christ, you’re killing me,” I wailed into the open room.

  He released my clit from his very capable mouth. I opened my eyes and stared down at him. As our eyes met, he grinned.

  “Fuck my face, Harley. Fuck it hard,” he said as he wiped his mouth with his index finger.

  Holy shit, I could really get used to fucking this kid.

  He raised his finger to his mouth. As his lips parted, he slowly inserted his finger into his mouth and sucked my juices from it. Incapable of watching him for any longer, I closed my eyes and allowed my head to collapse in a thud onto the table. As I felt his mouth against my clit once again, I began to buck my hips up and down like a woman possessed by the devil.

  As I rhythmically forced my pussy against his face, he continued to suck my clit and flick his tongue against it. He fingered my pussy into a cold wet frenzy with his finger as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My sexual euphoria began to mount. I was seconds away from exploding into a pile on the table. This was without a doubt going to be it; I was going to die from whatever orgasm this teenage boy would provide me. I leaned forward, reached down and grasped his head in my hands.

  “Fuck yes, just like that. Suck it. Oh my fucking God, Kole, suck that little pussy,” I bellowed as I humped his face.

  I opened my eyes slightly, hoping for a glimpse of his blonde mop and gorgeous face. His face buried in my thighs, I could only see his hair as I arched my back and forced my hips toward his face. As my body began to tingle from head-to-toe, I let out a blood curdling scream.

  “Holy fuck…”

  After a ten second long orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced, I continued to have small orgasms, one after the other. Whimpering like a puppy, I lowered my ass to the table. I was done. This, for all practical purposes, was over. And I didn’t even have to fuck him.

  As he continued to suck the cum and sorbet from my pussy, my body shook as if I were in some post-coital state of recovery.

  “Stop. You’re killing me,” I sighed.

  He raised his head from my crotch and stared at me. His face glistened with my juices, Stop?”

  “We’re just getting started. And I can tell you another thing, Harley. I’m going to shove you so full of cock you’re going to cum on each stroke. Do you understand me, sis?” he growled.

  Sis?

  The thought of it wasn’t anything I had ever even wondered about. But hearing it from him now made me want it even more.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “I didn’t hear you,” he said as he stood.

  Now standing in front of me with a smirk on his face, he began to stroke his magnificent cock. With full slow strokes, he forced his clenched fist the length of his cock. With my eyes glued to the prize, I became lost in a state of cock hypnosis.

  “Hello?”

  I blinked my eyes and gazed upward toward his face, “Yeah?”

  He shrugged.

  “Uhhm. You’re going to shove your sister full of cock?”

  He grasped my ankle and nodded his head. As he pulled me across the table, my mind raced with what might be next for me and this kid with the spectacular cock. Hoping I could actually take it all, and wondering what it may feel like to actually be shoved full of cock, I lowered my feet to the floor and stood with my hands at my sides like a child waiting to be chastised.

  He slowly raised his hand to my neck and gripped it with his hand. As he increased the amount of force on my neck, he leaned into me and breathed into my ear, “That’s right. Full. Now bend over, Harley. Put your hands on the table.”

  I attempted to swallow against the pressure on my neck. As if I had no other option, I shuffled my feet across the floor and pressed my hands into the small table as he held my neck. Now behind me with the palm of his hands cupping the front of my neck, I felt his cock slapping against my ass cheek. I raised my hands and turned to gaze his direction over my shoulder.

  Condom!

  I strained to speak against his now harsh choking, “You’re going to need to put on a condom.”

  “I know two things, Harley. One, I’m going to make you my little whore; and two, I’m not wearing a fuckin condom. Hands on the table and mouth shut,” he grunted.

  Fuck it.

  I turned toward the table and slapped my hands against it playfully. As I sighed slightly in frustration, I felt his cock beginning to penetrate my already soaking wet and willing pussy. I opened my mouth and felt as if I needed to scream; a pleasurable scream, but a scream none-the-less. I opted to keep my mouth shut, close my eyes, and relish in the feeling of his manhood. Slowly, I felt his massive cock fill me. As he began to pull his hips rearward, removing his cock one slow inch at a time, I sighed in relief.

  Again, slowly, he pushed himself inside of me.

  Oh God, that wasn’t all of it last time, was it?

  With his chest pressing against my back, and my chest pressed hard into the table, his cock continued to fill me until it felt as if it was in my chest. An uncomfortable but exciting sensation, it was a very pleasurable uncomfortable feeling. I moaned as he repeated the process more times than I was capable of counting. My pussy began to tingle, and my head began to spin.

  “I’m going…” I began.

  “You’re going to get shoved full of cock,” he breathed into my ear as he tightened his grip on my neck.

  I realized as he squeezed my neck, that his hand had been there the entire time, and I had forgotten. I had become comfortable in the feeling and completely dismissed the fact he was choking me. I closed my eyes and focused on the friction inside my pussy and the sounds of flesh on flesh which echoed throughout the kitchen.

  As his hips slapped against my bare ass, the sound became predictable. I focused on the sound, and anticipated each and every thrust
. As he continued to pummel my pussy into a swollen slippery mess, he released my neck and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Now pulling firmly against my hair, my back arched to accept the torture. I felt myself once again begin to climax.

  Oh God, let me…

  The tension built within me. I felt as if I was going to explode into a thousand little pieces on the table.

  “Yes…” I screamed.

  He continued to fuck me without abandon.

  “Yes…” I yelled.

  Here it comes.

  As I began to climax, I pressed my ass against his hips. With his fat cock pounding in and out of my wetness, I continued to remain in orgasmic bliss for a long moment. As I sighed and collapsed onto the table face first, he pulled his cock from my pussy and bellowed his command.

  “On your knees, sis,” he demanded.

  As if I had been trained in the art of accepting cum for a favor, I spun in a half circle, and dropped to my knees. I gazed up at his crotch and watched as he jacked his magnificent cock into a lathery mess. As he arched his back and began to wail, I opened my mouth and closed my eyes.

  His howling continued until I felt his warm cum against my face, forehead, and neck. Over and over, he blasted me with his juice until I was covered. I opened my eyes and looked upward. His dimples were showing.

  The grin on his face was proof I had satisfied him. Pleased in more ways that I was even capable of understanding, I slowly stood for him to admire. Covered in his cum, I waited for some form of acknowledgement of a job well done.

  “I love that little pussy of yours, Harley,” he sighed.

  “I love that big cock.”

  “How long you staying?” he asked.

  “Dunno,” I shrugged as I attempted to wipe the cum from my face with my index finger.

  “Well, however long you’re here for, you’re mine. Understand?” he breathed.

  In complete agreement, but still overcome with euphoria, I nodded my head.

  “Understand?” the tone of his voice raised as he spoke.

  God you’re freaking gorgeous.

  “Yes. Yes I do,” I smiled.

  And, at least for that moment, I felt as if I were completely his.