by Jamie Knight
“But I don’t think that’s a legal word in Scrabble,” she said, putting the letters back.
“Oh, no. It’s a good word,” I assured her. “As in Johnny cum lately. Different context, different meaning than what you’re thinking.”
“I’ve been thinking about that word a lot recently. How about you?”
She was getting more direct. It was a risky game we were playing. Her dad was not too far away in the next room, although I was pretty sure he couldn’t hear us.
Mom had left after giving Richard the code, and was in the laundry room, but the washing machine could abruptly stop, making it quieter. She could walk back in here. Maybe it was the risk that excited Tracianne.
“You think about words a lot in Scrabble,” I replied neutrally.
I held up the only word I could make, “Gag.”
She looked around to make sure no one was watching and then put her two fingers in her mouth. Making a gagging sound, she mimed fellatio with her fingers.
Hot damn, I was getting aroused.
What the fuck were we doing here?
The washing machine went off and mom walked back into the room to get something. The game resumed as normal for a few minutes. We went back and forth with a few words. Finally, I won the game with a long word: “Leggings.”
Tracianne had be crushed that she had lost, but to be fair, she was continuing mom’s game.
“Not a true contest,” I noted. “We should play another.”
“Nah, I started out close enough,” she sighed. “You were… on top of me the entire time. I’d like to play another game where you were… crushing me again. How about we play poker tonight?”
“Two handed poker? That doesn’t sound like much fun.”
“Strip poker,” she whispered. “As soon as the folks go to sleep. In the basement.”
Her dad came into the kitchen to get a drink from the fridge. She took the opportunity to get up and leave. Guess I’d have to wonder if this was some kind of set up.
I mean, shit, this chick went from hating me to now flirting hardcore. I would have liked to chase her down and find out if she really wanted to meet in the basement, but I had such a boner. I had to sit there and clean up the game until it went down.
“Hey, Phil,” Richard noted. “How’d the game go? Did you win?”
“Yep,” I replied. “I won mightily.”
“Good deal.”
He walked out of the room and I couldn’t help but wonder what he would say if he heard half the things his daughter was implying. His reaction toward me being with his daughter naked could get pretty ugly.
And Tracianne could be some kind of psycho. Did she hate me so much that she’d wind me up, put me in a compromising position and then rat me out to her dad just to score “parent points” or something? She was acting crazy.
Then again, hormones could make you do some pretty fucked up things.
Who was I to judge?
I was turned on by my stepsister and hoping she was seriously about the strip poker thing because I wanted to see, touch, and lick those perfect tits of hers, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
Chapter Twelve - Tracianne
At midnight, I stripped down, put on a bathrobe and snuck out of my room. I was completely naked underneath. I didn’t really want to play strip poker.
I was just looking for excuse to live out my fantasies with Phil. I was tired of keeping them all bottled up and it was time to explore them.
No doubt Phil would get the message, right? I mean, I was about as subtle as a brick at this point.
When I got to the basement, Phil was sitting there in a bathrobe also, presumably buck-naked underneath. He had a deck of cards and was shuffling. The finished basement had a carpet, a couch, an old flat screen TV and a bar.
“So,” he greeted. “You ready to play?”
I unhooked the robe and let it fall to the floor. Standing before him, I was completely nude. I ached for his touch on my supple, pert young breasts.
“Yes,” I replied. “I’m ready for you to play with me.”
Tossing the cards aside, he stood as he unhooked his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was already erect and ready. His cock looked so big and hard and I wanted it so bad.
Reaching for me, he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me in. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths and our hands explored each other’s bodies.
I soon realized that Phil was a lot taller than me. His shoulders were broad, and his chest was pretty hard. His strong arms held me, and I was dripping wet. Blood was coursing through my body and every cell felt more alive than it had ever been. My pussy was soaked and aching for him.
“I know you’re my stepsister but I can’t help wanting to touch you,” he said, as he took one of my breasts in his hands and cupped it. “I think about your perfect tits all the time. All I want is to feel them, to suck on them, to make you moan while I play with them.”
“Mmmm, Phil,” I whispered. “I know you’re my stepbrother and we shouldn’t be doing this, too, but I don’t care. I need it. Do whatever you want to me. Fuck me, though. Fuck me good.”
This seemed to urge Phil on, and I could hear him satisfyingly grunt as he picked me up and sat me on the bar. He lifted up both my knees and then buried his face into my dripping wet pussy. I steadied myself on the back bar as he licked my pussy lips. Then he started licking my clit. It was glorious!
“You like the word ‘lick,’ little step sis?” he asked between slurps. “You like when I lick your hard little nub? I think you do, because I can see how wet you are for me, how your juices are just dripping out everywhere. But tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Oh, lick me, Phil!” I moaned. “Right there. Like that. Lick my pussy so good!”
I was erupting like a broken faucet as he slurped up and down my pussy lips and then sucked gently on my clit. As he increased the suction, his lips and tongue pulling harder at my throbbing clit, I felt myself exploded. Looking down, I squirted into Phil’s face.
My hot pussy juice covered him, and he didn’t stop devouring my pussy for a second as I squirmed and wiggled, whimpering and whispering under my breath, “Oh, Phil. Stepbrother. This feels so good. You’re so bad, to be doing this to your stepsister. Phil. Mmmm. Yeah. Phil.”
I could feel his rough, manly face on my clit and it set me off again and again. I kept gasping in little orgasms, as if squealing and gasping for air at the same time. Quiet was the goal, however, I didn’t want to scream for fear of our parents hearing us through the vents.
Phil pulled back and then started tonguing my clit while plunging his fingers in and out of my pussy hole.
I came again, moaning and groaning under my breath.
“Fuck yeah, sis,” Phil whispered. “My dirty little step sis. That’s what I wanted to hear. Those moans. I knew I could make you moan like that. I’ve been thinking about it every night while I jerk off to the thought of doing this to you.”
A gush of water shot out of me and all over the bar and into Phil’s face. I couldn’t believe I had done it or that there was any more liquid left in my pussy. It just seemed to be an endless font of juices dripping out of me, showing my stepbrother how much I wanted him and how good he made me feel. I bit my lower lip and then moaned.
Unable to stand it anymore, Phil stood up and put the head of his cock up against the entrance of my pussy hole. It was so hot, so warm, and when he plunged inside me, it was as if my pussy was built for him. He stuffed me full, fitting me like a glove, and my pussy walls clenched his thick, long cock.
“Oh, my God, little step sis, we’re doing it and it’s so hot,” he whispered into my ear. “I’m fucking your tight, wet, hot little pussy. My cock is inside you, fuck yeah, step sis, I’m fucking you nice and good like I’ve always wanted to.”
I came again as he thrust in and out of me.
I was moaning and saying something like, “S
tep brother, we’re so bad. This is good. This is so fucking good. Please keep fucking me. I need your big cock. My pussy needs it.”
I didn’t even know what all I was saying, though, because I was in such a daze. I could barely hold onto the bar, but Phil held me by the ankles as he railed me senseless. The bar squeaked back and forth, and I could feel it coming loose from whatever foundation it had been put on when it was built.
“Wait,” I said. “Don’t cum yet. Couch.”
He grunted, realizing we were about to destroy the bar. Hefting me onto his cock, he carried me to the couch with my legs wrapped around his waist, while he was going balls deep inside me.
My eyes rolled back into my head and I was just dead weight. But somehow, Phil managed to get me onto the couch. Then he pulled out and turned me over.
“Bend over, little step sis,” he instructed. “So I can fuck that hot pussy of yours from behind.”
I obeyed, loving the authoritative tone in his voice. He entered me from behind and I nearly squealed so loud, I had to bury my face in the couch to stifle the noise.
“My cock belongs in this pussy,” he said. “I’ll take it however I and whenever I want it, won’t I?”
“Yes,” I agreed. “Yes, my pussy is yours, stepbrother. It belongs to me.”
“Good, because right now I want to watch your plump ass bounce up and down while you ride my cock,” he said.
Phil now grabbed the back of my hair as he pounded my pussy from behind again and again. I lost all control. My body was spasming with orgasms and it felt like my body was turning into the rubber. The feeling was incredible, and I never wanted it to end.
“You make me cum so much, stepbrother,” I confessed.
“That’s right, hot little stepsister, cum for me. Cum on my cock. Ride it. Fuck it. Cum on it.”
“Okay, stepbrother,” I said, sliding all over his cock as he grabbed my ass from behind.
He spanked my ass cheeks as I came, all the while moaning and whispering his name.
“Phil. Oh, Phil. You’re my stepbrother but you make me cum so much. This is so bad and so wrong, but I love it.”
Slapping my ass cheeks and then gripping them hard, he said, “Yeah, that’s right. You’re my naughty little stepsister who lets me fuck you whenever I want. You cum all over your stepbrother’s cock because you’re such a bad girl.”
“I’m your little slut,” I whispered, letting the gravity of that statement sink in. “I’m my stepbrother’s slut.”
“Fuck yeah you are, slut,” he said. “My little stepsister slut.”
Finally, he started grunting and I could tell that he too was trying not to make too much noise.
“Stepsister. I’m going to cum. I’m inside your tight little pussy and I want to cum in it. Oh, fuck. Please. I want to cum in my stepsister’s pussy. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said, knowing we shouldn’t, but wanting to so badly.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and I could tell he was holding back.
“Please,” I begged, feeling his cock throb and pulse inside me and wanting to feel him cum in me. “Please cum in my pussy, stepbrother. I need you to shoot your cum inside me while you’re cramming your big cock into me.”
“Alright, here I cum,” he grunted.
A torrent of his white, creamy liquid started ejaculating deep into my pussy. I could feel it shooting through his throbbing cock and into my wet and aching pussy. The sensation set me off again and again.
“Fuck yeah, little step sis. Take my cum. Take it in your pussy and love it.”
“I love it, stepbrother,” I told him, really getting into it as I kept cumming along with him. “I love your cum in my pussy. It belongs there all the time, filling me up, creaming me.”
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I can cream my stepsister any time I want.”
I just shook and shuddered with my face in the cushion, squealing for joy. Phil held my wrists behind my back and plunged as deep as he could go, grunting like a strong, in charge man. Like my man.
I needed this. I wanted this. This was everything. All I wanted to do now was devote my life to fucking Phil or rather, letting him ravage me whenever he wanted. I would beg for it, daily. It would sustain me beyond anything else.
It was my addiction, and his dick was my crack. Now that I had had it, all I wanted was more of it. I could never get enough of my fix: my stepbrother’s big, hard, talented cock.
He pulled his cock out of my pussy, leaving my hole feeling aching and empty without him, and staggered back.
“Look at that cream pie I left in my little stepsister,” he commented, sticking his finger into my pussy hole and taking out some of his cum.
He put his finger in my mouth and I ate his cum, licking it up and enjoying every drop. Then I rolled over and flopped down onto the couch. I felt my stepbrother’s hot cum dripping out of my hole, but I didn’t care.
He sat down next to me on the couch, panting. His rock-hard cock was glistening with my juice all over it, and some of his cum still on the end of it, as it started to go down.
We couldn’t have that now, could we?
“Stepbrother, I want more of you,” I told him. “I want to suck your amazing cock. Please?”
“Fuck yeah. Suck my cock, stepsister.”
Dropping to my knees, I started licking the tip of his penis. He started moaning, helpless, unable to relist the allure of my sweet, soft tongue. I danced it around the head and went up and down his shaft. I could taste my own juices mixed with his load, which still dripped out in little driblets from the tip of his dick.
Then I deep throated his whole rod. This was something I was never experienced with or wanted to do but I just had to have him inside me more and more. My head bobbled up and down on his thick cock that filled my mouth completely, and I gagged a bit, but relaxed my gag reflex and continued.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum again! Little stepsister, you’re such a good slut and such a naughty girl. He make me cum so fucking much.”
And then he did. He blasted a huge, hot, white load of semen into my mouth. Slurping it up, I let it fill my mouth, then opened it to show him. He reached in and got some of his white cream out of my mouth and started rubbing it on my breasts, pinching my nipples while his cum glistened on the tips of them.
“I couldn’t wait to see this big, juicy tits of yours,” he said. “And now my cum is all over them. Your stepbrother has marked you as his slut. You’re mine, always.”
“Good,” I said, smiling as his cum got stuck in my throat as I tried to talk.
I eagerly swallowed the delicious gooey mess, licking my lips afterwards, as some of the load dribbled down my face and breast.
Who was I now?
Who had I become?
My sexual awakening had unleashed some kind of beast.
I couldn’t get enough.
For the next three hours, we continued our sexual escapades. Again, he would plunge his cock inside me, and I would spread my legs for him as far as I could. The feeling of his big, hot cock stretching my walls was too amazing not to keep experiencing over and over.
I knew then that nothing else in the world could compare to having sex with my stepbrother. No other cock would be as good as his. I wanted it again and again.
We both kept cumming and we were each amazed at how often we could do it. I supposed it was because we were young, but it felt like we both had a lot of pent up sexual frustration.
We both just needed to explode, and our bodies must have been storing up these orgasms, just waiting for the right moment to release them all.
On the fourth time that we had sex, we took it to the next level. He had started to push his cock in from behind on my ass, then realized what he was doing and backed off.
“No,” I said. “Fuck me there, too. Fuck me everywhere.”
“You want your stepbrother’s cock in your ass?”
he asked me. “You want my big cock to stretch open your tight little ass hole as far as it will go, and ravage it like it belongs to me?”
“Yes,” I told him. “My ass hole belongs to you as much as my pussy does. Ravage it. Fuck it hard, stepbrother.”
“What a good little slut,” he said, praising me by smacking his cock up against my asshole and hitting my ass cheeks with it. “You’ve already learned to let your big stepbrother do anything he wants to you. You even let him fuck your tiny little asshole.”
“No one else has ever done that,” I confessed.
“Your tiny little untouched asshole,” he said, “is going to be open so wide for me, for its very first time. My cock is going to stretch it bigger than it ever knew it could be stretched.”
I had never even thought about anal, but I wanted Phil to do it. He pushed in and I heard him strain from the effort. I put my face down in the couch and grimaced because it hurt as he stretched me wide open just as he had promised.
“It’s okay, little step sissy,” he said, as he held my ass cheeks and spread them wide apart so he could position his cock inside my ass hole better. “It will feel good soon. I promise. Just be a good little slut for your stepbrother and put up with the pain so that you can feel the pure joy of my big cock in your tiny little ass hole. Okay?”
“Okay, big bro, my big, hard, step bro,” I told him, gipping the pillow. “I’m ready.”
He reached around and started massaging my clit and it made my pussy so wet that I soon forgot about how much it hurt for his huge cock to be stretching open my little ass hole. With his cock halfway in my ass, he rubbed my clit, while his other hand massaged my ass cheek.
“There, there, step sissy,” he said. “That’s a good girl. That’s my good little slut. Just relax for your stepbrother and let him have your whole ass hole. I need the whole thing. I’m going further in because this is just a tease. I need to be cramming you tight in there, just like I did your pussy. Okay?”
“Okay,” I told him. “It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”
In fact, I was starting to cum from the pressure of his hand on my clit. He was pulling at it, rubbing it, sliding his finger into my wet pussy hole and then bringing it back out to rub my clit some more. It felt amazing and I felt a warm, good sensation as he pushed his big cock further into my little ass hole.
