by Mia Carson
He slid his hand underneath my top and toward my breast. I wasn’t wearing a bra, not because I had been expecting to fuck Tyler on the way to the ice cream shop, but because I simply didn’t like wearing bras when I didn’t absolutely have to.
“Nice,” he said as his fingers touched my nipples, stopping momentarily to pinch them softly. I groaned as the sensation of the pain from the nipple pinches and the pleasure of his touch spread through my body. I was relaxing, and thoughts of getting caught were getting further away from my mind.
He played with my nipples until they tautened under his fingers. I was moaning and groaning. While one of his hands worked on my breast, the other one was on my pussy. He gently rubbed and massaged my pussy, making me wetter by the second. As I got more and more turned on, my moans got longer. I reached behind me to find his cock, which was still as hard as when it had been in my mouth. I held his cock, pulling him toward me, hoping he would get the message and help me out of my misery. He ignored my needs for a moment; he kept touching my pussy through my panties, making me almost come at his touch.
“Please, Tyler.” A whisper escaped my mouth.
“Please what?” he asked, teasing.
“Please,” I said again, a little weaker as his fingers had found their way through the side of my panties and we were now flesh to flesh.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, grinning.
“Tyler, you need to fuck me right now,” I said, letting go of his cock and bending over a little more at the waist whilst pulling his cock closer to my pussy.
He stopped touching my breast and guided his cock to my pussy, using one hand to move my panties to the side. He wasn’t even going to bother taking off my underwear!
“Now,” I said as I reached behind me and held his cock. There was only one place I needed that massive dick to be – inside my warm pussy. He slid his cock into me, his hands supporting me at the waist. “Fuck,” I said as I felt the full impact of his cock inside me. It was bigger than I remembered. Did he grow larger every day?
“You like it?” he groaned as he thrust into me and then pulled out slowly.
“Fuck, yeah,” I said, closing my eyes and supporting myself with my hands on the tree.
“Good,” he said, pushing in again hard and fast. “I’m about to fuck the heck out of you.” I cried as his cock went in. “Are you okay?” he asked, slowing down. “Does it hurt?”
“No. Please don’t stop,” I said, urging him on by wiggling my hips. The first thrust had been uncomfortable since my pussy was still so tight, but I knew it would get better with subsequent thrusts, and I was right. As he thrust repeatedly into me, I relaxed more and was comfortable.
“Are you okay,” he asked again without stopping.
“Yes,” I barely managed to whisper, but my words were good enough for him. He stepped things up and pounded at me like it was the end of the world.
“Fuck,” I yelled over and over and over again as my body rocked in unison with him. He moaned, pushing deeper into my warm pussy. I was slowly losing control of my body. “Damn, Tyler,” I yelled as a familiar warmth started spreading through my body. This was better than the first time, and the fact that I knew we might be caught added more naughtiness to our tryst.
“Oh baby, I’m going to come,” he said.
I was right there with him, but I was too weak to respond. I grinded my hips against his and pushed against him while bending over more, which caused his cock to dig deeper into me, reaching places in my pussy I didn’t know he could reach.
“Fuck,” I said as my body felt like it was melting.
Tyler was visibly shaking too as he held me tight and close to him. He thrust into me one more time, and that was all it took for me to lose it.
“I’m coming,” I said as I gripped his waist and pushed him deeper into me, my entire body shaking as the warmth in me burst into an orgasm. He tightened his hold on my hips, and suddenly, I felt his warm cum shoot inside me.
We held on to each other for a few minutes, letting our juices mix together. It was crazy. We were fucking in the middle of a public park and not in any hurry to cover ourselves. What if we got caught? We heard footsteps approaching, which ended the thoughts of the insanity of our actions.
“Shit,” we said at the same time. Tyler quickly pulled his cock out of my pussy and pulled his pants up. I pulled my dress down; any passersby would not notice that anything was amiss if we didn’t have the afterglow of sex on our faces.
TYLER
Things couldn’t be any better, I thought as I pulled up my pants. The man who had interrupted our after-sex bonding was a park policeman. He had stared at us intently for a few seconds, but since it seemed like we were just hanging by the tree, he had walked on without making any comments. I knew he would probably be checking that particular tree in the near future.
“That was wild,” Jenn said, breaking the silence between us.
“Yes,” I said, almost adding that it was beyond wild. What we had done had been crazy but fun.
“We should do it here more often,” Jenn told me with a gleam in her eye. “Except I think that policeman was totally onto us.”
I nodded in agreement, watching her. Jenn was so beautiful and fun, so much of what I want in a girlfriend. The whole thing was a little confusing for me, stepsiblings fucking each other and enjoying it, but deep down inside, I wanted something more than just sex with a girl, with Jenn, and that thought was frightening.
“What are you thinking?” Jenn asked, looking at me with a smile. We were still sitting under the tree, resting after our sexual encounter.
“Just thinking about us,” I said. I was thinking a lot about us; since we’d first had sex a few days ago, Jenn was at the top of my mind.
“About us having sex?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I know, it’s crazy right? Who would have thought?”
Jenn was so unassuming, which was why she probably hadn’t noticed how much I had always admired and watched her every move. I had constantly made fun of her being a virgin because I secretly hoped she would let me be the one to de-virgin her. Of course, I could never admit that to anyone – wanting to have sex with my stepsister – but I’d always thought about it. Instead of telling her how much I’d always liked her and risking her laughing at me, I figured it was better to keep my feelings to myself. “Who would have thought!”
“I still want my ice cream,” she said, changing the topic.
I had forgotten that ice cream had been the mission, but when she reminded me, I decided it was just another chance to spend time in her company. I stood and helped her up. “Sure, why not?”
“Man, I can still feel your cum dripping out of me,” she said with a laugh.
I looked at her dress and could see a slight stain around her pussy area. My cock tugged at the sight.
“Is that a hard on?” she asked, pointing to my erection.
“Nothing escapes you, huh?” I asked as I laughed.
“Certainly not something that big. That, though, has to wait until we get home unless you want to get arrested,” she laughed.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, tugging at my sweatpants as if that would hide my hard on. But I was not being totally truthful. My cock would be fine because there were plenty of opportunities to fuck Jenn, but I wasn’t sure how fine my heart would be if I didn’t stop thinking about her like I had been.
JENN
The next few days were crazy. My dad and Tyler’s mom were barely home, always either at work or hanging out together. This left plenty of time for Tyler and me to mess around, and we sure did. I think we had sex several times a day and in so many positions I couldn’t keep track. We were insatiable, and I loved it. But I was also beginning to realize that I might have a problem. Though I had always liked Tyler and had had a crush on him, I never considered feeling anything more than sibling love for him. I had always dreamed he’d be the one to take my
virginity and we would be close forever, but I never actually added love to the equation. But as the days passed, I realized I was gradually falling for my stepbrother. I was spending my waking moments thinking of him and going to bed thinking of him. It was frightening, and I didn’t really like feeling so vulnerable.
Just a few days before the winter break ended, Tyler knocked on my door while I was lost in one of my day dreams, more like evening dreams as it was already late in the day.
“Come in,” I called, knowing it was Tyler from the playful knock. “Don’t you think you’re too old to play music with my door?” I always teased him because he knocked on my door like he was playing the drums without a rhythm.
“Why should I? You seem to enjoy it.”
“Whatever. What do you want?” I asked in mock annoyance while inside, I was so happy to see him.
“Wondering if you’d like to go out tonight. A bunch of my friends invited me to go bowling with them and their dates.”
“And you want to take your sister?”
“What’s wrong with that?” he asked. He sat so close to me on my bed that if I leaned over, I could kiss him. But our parents were home, and we were more guarded when we had company.
“Well, wouldn’t it be more appropriate to take someone else? Like Stacey?”
“Come on, Jenn, you know there is no Stacey,” he said.
“What happened to her?” I asked, knowing full well that he had dropped her like sack of hot potatoes. That was the way he operated; get the women and dump them a few weeks afterwards. I knew he probably would have moved on from me if we didn’t live in the same house or weren’t siblings.
“You know she was just a friend.”
“A short-term friend,” I said, propping myself up on the pillow.
“So, are you going or not?” he asked me, his deep brown eyes piercing.
“Yeah, I’ll go with you,” I said, getting out of bed, sure I looked like a hot mess.
“Meet me downstairs in ten? I love it when you look so sexy.” He leaned over, kissed me, and left the room before I could say a word.
I stood in my room for a moment, holding my lips. He had kissed me like a lover would, like he truly cared. That threw me off for a second. I knew he cared about me as his sister, but I had assumed the sexual part of our relationship was just an add-on he would soon grow tired of.
I looked sexy in my hot mess? I smiled as I thought of the reaction I’d get out of him if I actually tried to look sexy for real. I took my time getting ready, and when I walked downstairs a few minutes later, the look in his eyes told me I had done a good job.
“Nice,” he said as his eyes moved from head to toe.
“Thanks,” I replied, pulling down my plaid orange and brown skirt, which was just a tad bit too short. Thankfully, I had put on a pair of brown tights under it so it didn’t look slutty. I had on a white top that hugged me tightly like a body glove. My hair was pulled in a simple pony tail, and I wore riding boots.
“Where are Dad and Mom?” I asked, peeking behind him to see where they were. He pointed to the kitchen. I looked in the kitchen; his mom was cooking.
“We’re going out,” I announced to her, but before she could respond, a wave of nausea hit me when I smelled the food she was cooking. I barely heard her say “have fun” as I rushed to the bathroom.
“You okay?” Tyler asked.
“Be right back,” I managed to say as I headed to the bathroom, which luckily was only a few steps away.
Once I closed the door, I bent over the sink, expecting the nausea to overwhelm me, but nothing happened. I rinsed my mouth out several times, making sure not to gag myself. Then I sat on the toilet for a few minutes, waiting for the feeling to subside. It did and I cleaned up and walked back to the living room where Tyler was waiting.
“Are you okay?” he asked, a concerned look on his face.
“Yes. Mom’s cooking got me.” I smiled.
Tyler started laughing and I joined him. We always joked about how badly his mother cooked. Even she admitted to the fact that she didn’t like cooking and wasn’t much of a cook.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that,” I said as our laughter subsided.
“Oh, please, we all know Mom can’t cook to save her life. I shudder to remember how many times she’s made me sick from her cooking.”
“You and me both,” I said, smiling.
“You look good though.” He tucked a strand of hair that must have escaped from my ponytail back. “Ready?”
“Should I change? Maybe this is too much for the bowling alley.”
He looked me up and down and smiled. “You look perfect. Ready?”
“Yes.” We bade goodbye to his our parents and left.
The drive to the bowling alley was short and fun. We talked about everything under the sun except the one thing we should have been talking about, our relationship. I was dying to know what his thoughts were about what was going on between us and how he felt, but we were having way too much fun talking to think about serious things. I decided to leave that conversation for later.
TYLER
When she came down those stairs in a short skirt and tights that framed those legs I loved, Jenn looked so good I almost forgot Dad and Mom were there. We left the house, and it took all of my willpower not to jump her on the short drive to the bowling alley. I was proud of her and proud of how she looked, and I was ready to show her off, even though she technically wasn’t my girlfriend. We met up with three of my friends, Jason, Mike, and Chad, who had all brought a date, and soon we were bowling boys against girls.
“Your sister is hot, damn it. Those legs…” Jason murmured.
“Stay away from her, Jason,” I said a little more harshly than I probably should have.
“Come on, man. I know she’s your sister and all, but she’s still hot.”
I nodded but didn’t speak. Of course I knew she was damn sexy, and I’ve had to live with that for a long time.
“Think she’ll go out with me?” Jason wondered.
“I doubt it,” I said as firmly as I could, one part of me panicking that Jenn might want to go out with Jason. He was cute and my muscles were nothing compared to his. I knew girls liked men who looked like that, and I was no competition for him.
“What, is she seeing someone else?” he asked, grabbing a slice of pizza and biting into it.
“Don’t you have a date?”
“Just think she’s cute, that’s all. Don’t know how you get through the day living with someone that sexy.”
I wanted to tell him that I don’t and had been fucking her and he should leave us alone, but I simply smiled and kept eating my pizza.
“She a lesbian?” he whispered.
“Jason!” Maybe I should have let him think she was so he would leave her alone.
“Then please introduce us properly,” he begged.
I nodded, and just as if it was ordained, Jenn left the girls and started walking towards me, her hips swinging so seductively, her legs shapely and strong.
“See, she’s coming to meet me,” Jason said, smiling.
“Yeah,” I murmured, but I hoped she would turn around so I didn’t have to introduce her to Jason, but she walked up to us, leaving me no choice but to introduce them. “Jason, my stepsister, Jenn. Jenn, Jason.”
I watched as they shook hands with the usual “nice to meet you.” Jason drooled all over Jenn, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d have said the attention wasn’t lost on Jenn. She openly flirted with him, much to my disgust.
“All right, let’s go back to bowling,” I snarled, standing and breaking up whatever connection they might have had. I didn’t want it getting past hellos.
“But I want to talk to Jenn a little more,” Jason said. I looked at Jenn, thinking she’d go back to bowling with me, but she sat next to Jason and made herself more comfortable.
“You’re done bowling?” I aske
d.
“Not yet,” she said. “Just need to catch my breath.”
“Jason?” I asked, hoping Jason would come with me, but I already knew the answer before I even asked him.
“I’ll be here,” he said, sitting down next to Jenn.
I left them and walked back to the bowling lanes. I did my best not to look back as I walked away from them, but I couldn’t resist it. A quick glance and I could see the two of them laughing hard at something one of them must have said. It made me so jealous that some other guy could make her laugh like that. I was jealous of another man being close to Jenn, which made me realize that our relationship was going to be a lot more than just stepsiblings fucking. I need her more than just that!
JENN
I spent most of the next morning after our bowling trip sitting in the bathroom, nauseous. It had to be the pizza because that was the only thing I had eaten that could have made me sick. When I finally made it downstairs, no one was home. Dad and Mom had gone to work and Tyler was nowhere to be found.
“Tyler?” I called a couple more times but got no answer. I went to the kitchen to see if he’d left a note or explanation. His note simply said, “Out with Stacey.” I read it again to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. He had just told me he didn’t care about Stacey and was done with her. How did she get back into the picture so quickly? Was he lying about their relationship so he’d score? I was about to pick up the phone and curse him out when I realized I knew the exact way to get back at him.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number I had been given from the night before. “Jason?” I said into the mouthpiece. You’d have thought he’d won a lottery. “Want to hang out?”
“Sure,” he said. “I’ll pick you up?”
“Sure, about an hour?”
I got off the phone and took a quick shower. Luckily, my stomach had calmed down. I had no more bouts of nausea except when I gargled while brushing my teeth. I made a mental note to avoid gargling while brushing, and no more eating pizza in bowling alleys or even being too close to Lauren when she cooked.
