by Mia Carson
“You can’t exactly go around touching your sister’s butt,” she whispered as she drew closer to me.
I did it again, and she playfully slapped my hand away. “But you’re not my sister,” I said. “And I do like touching you.”
She stopped in her tracks like I had said something wrong. I stopped as well, waiting to hear what I had done to upset her, but she moved close to me, stretching herself as tall as me, but still barely reaching my shoulders.
“You know a secret?” she asked. I shook my head. “I like you, a lot, and I love touching you, but we have to be very careful. We could get caught.”
She was right—we could get caught, but I wasn’t worried about that. I would only worry about us getting caught when I knew I was doing something wrong. I was not doing anything wrong.
“Come here,” I said. I dragged her to a secluded bench in a nearby park. Unless someone was in that part of the park, they wouldn’t be able to see what was happening.
“What?” she asked, her eyes so brown and piercing into me. She looked so sexy that I wanted to take her right there in that park.
“Do you regret what happened between us?”
“No,” she said emphatically.
“Great, because I don’t, either.”
She looked at me, and once again the urge to hold her came over me. I couldn’t stop it. I pulled her gently towards me, and meeting no resistance, I kissed her right there in the park, with no regard to who might see us or what would happen if they did. I expected her to push me away, but she pulled me closer to her and wrapped my arms around her. Soon we were kissing so deeply that it scared me. After a few moments, she started to pull away, but I wanted more of her and pulled her closer to me, never letting my lips leave hers.
“Oh, gosh,” she said as one of my hands fondled her breasts. “All right, we need to go get that ice cream.” She gently pulled away from me, but not before giving me another deep kiss.
“Yes,” I said as I struggled to pull myself together. “Let’s go.”
“Not before that monster subsides,” she commented, bursting into laughter and pointing at my cock, which was straining against my pants so hard it hurt.
“Want to take care of it at home?” I suggested, smiling as seductively as I could.
“Ice cream? Cock? Ice cream? Cock? A little hard to decide.”
“We’re just a few blocks away from either of them. Your choice.”
She scooted close enough to touch my cock without drawing much attention to us, not that there was anyone around. “I’ll take care of you right over there,” she said, pointing to a nearby tree that was further hidden from public view.
I looked at her and looked at the tree and looked at her. She nodded to me. “Heck, yeah,” I said as I ran to the tree. I didn’t think my stepsister was that freaky!
JENN
Giving Tyler a blow job in the park was something I hadn’t planned to do that day, but when his raging hard-on begged for release, I had no choice. And besides, seeing his cock in the open and admiring all of him was fascinating, though risky. As I sucked him like his cock was the last thing I’d ever suck, I watched him—he was leaning on the tree, eyes closed and moaning. I loved seeing him relaxed, knowing I was able to give him so much pleasure. I licked his cock back and forth while fondling his balls; it didn’t take too long for the moans to become deeper and louder.
“Gosh, Jenn. You’re going to make me come,” he hissed.
“That’s the goal,” I said, taking a moment off his cock, then taking him with even more vigor.
“Fuck,” he said as he moved his hips in unison with my mouth, fucking my mouth as I gave him a head.
I kept going at it, faster with every bob of my head, taking him deeper. As his groans increased, my need for him also increased. I started touching my panties with one hand; thankfully I had worn a dress, allowing me immediate access to my warmth. I groaned as my pussy became more and more aroused with every movement of my fingers. He must have noticed what I was doing because he suddenly held my head steady and gently pulled me off his cock and to a standing position.
“But I wasn’t done…” I started to say, but he shut me down with a kiss.
“There’s plenty of time for that,” he said.
I looked around the park and started laughing. “Not if we get arrested.”
“We better hurry up then,” he said as he yanked up my dress so that my panties were exposed.
“What are you doing?” I asked slyly, filled with anticipation.
“Checking how ready you are for me,” he said as he leaned me against the tree and touched my panties. He didn’t have to tell me how wet I was; I could feel it without touching myself.
“What do you think?” I grinned.
“I think I’ll have to do this,” he said as he made me turn around so my back was towards him. He placed my hands on the tree and bent me slightly at the hips.
“You’re really not going to do this here?” I asked, almost panicking. Even though we were in a part of the park that was secluded, it was still possible we might get caught. What if park security wandered through this section? I’d hate to be on the evening news.
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 while 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 on to us.”
I nodded in agreement, watching her. Jenn was so beautiful and fun, so much of what I wanted 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-virginize 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 at 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 daydreams, 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 brow
n 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 up in a simple ponytail, 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.
