A Step Apart Ch. 02

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: taboo, incest, stepsister, step_sister, stepbrother,
fingering, female_orgasm, rough_sex, creampie, loud_orgasm

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-02


https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-02

Stephanie takes her little bro to a college sorority party.

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			      A Step Apart

			 Strained Relationship

Chapter One

Matt was convinced he was going to set a record when it came to the
number of times a man could masturbate in one day. The day after his
sexcapade, maybe a once in a life experience with his stepsister, he
woke up jacking off and went to bed doing the same. Obviously, he did a
few other things that day, like make an appearance with his /New/
Stepmom, Sharon, in the kitchen downstairs for lunch.

"Hey stranger, I feel like it's been forever since I last saw you," she
said. "You must've snuck on upstairs once you got home from hanging out
with your sister."

"St- umm... yes, yeah. I was just tired and..." Matt caught himself
before he corrected stepmom number two that Stephanie was his
stepsister. A certain detail that had become more important to him in
the last twenty-four hours. "H-how's things going here? Must be nice
having my dad home for a weekend for a change?"

"Oh, umm yeah, you know, yeah, it's different," Sharon said with a
polite but awkward smile. Her hands fumbled in front of her massive
breasts. "Nice, absolutely, but you know, different routines..." Matt
nodded and waited for her to move from the front of the refrigerator
where he needed to get his soda from. "I'm getting your father another
beer- do you want one?"

It took him back. Sharon was a very wholesome woman. She went to church
every Sunday, was a stickler for the rules, and would rather run out in
traffic than speak ill of anyone. The fact that she was offering Matt a
beer was very out of character. He wondered if she misspoke and was
really just offering him a soda, but something in the hopeful look she
gave him made Matt sure if he said yes, his new stepmom would give him
one of his father's cold beers from the fridge.

"No, thanks," Matt smiled politely.

A disappointed look broke across her face and she nodded uncomfortably.
"Okay, right. Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," Sharon waved
her hand frantically, then turned to the fridge and removed a beer. "I
think we're watching a movie later if you want to come downstairs."

"Okay, maybe," Matt lied. He watched Sharon leave with her husband's
drink. In her twenties she was a gorgeous woman. The kind of woman that
not even my dad with his high six-figure salary could woo. Matt knew
this from pictures he'd seen. He imagined her having quite the attitude
back then. Being only five foot four and still looking down at all her
would be suitors trying to impress her to get to her perfectly plump
breasts or a chance to squeeze her rounded ass cheeks. /How could you
be that attractive and not be a bitch?/

But one of the few men that managed past her defenses turned out to be
the wrong one. Sharon became pregnant in her early twenties and the man
quickly disappeared. Raising a little girl on her own definitely
humbled her, fixing any attitude she might've had. She was the nicest
person Matt had ever known. But between having a child and twenty-five
years of time passing made it show on her. Not that she was now
unattractive- far from it. Her eyes were a sea of blues that you could
still get lost in. While she had become curvier in her later years,
most of the weight had gone to her breasts and butt only to engorge
them.

Matt believed his father liked her because she contrasted his last step
wife, Amy. Sharon was not loud or opinionated. Sharon was quieter and
submissive. Matt knew his father liked her because he could control
her. Matt truly did feel sorry for Sharon, but there wasn't much he
could do. Matt took his soda from the fridge and at the grating sound
of his father's raised voice from the next room, Matt retreated to his
bedroom upstairs.

That Sunday was one of the rare days his father was home for work and
the less time he could spend looking at his gaunt face that seemed
permanently fixed in a judgmental scowl, the better. It was for the
best. Him being home kept Sharon distracted, freeing up the house- or
at least the second floor to himself. He spent most of the night and
the following days recollecting his time with Stephanie. He tried to
remember how her breasts felt, just like he wondered how they tasted.

/Why didn't I try to suck on them? Why didn't I try to taste her sweet
pussy?/

Matt had never eaten a girl out. To feel the heat of her pussy on his
face. To taste her juices. To push his tongue inside. He couldn't
imagine how it would feel. It was probably for the best. He would be
bad at it, he was sure. No one is great at their first times of
anything. Though in his time spent with Stephanie, he believed he
became better at fingering a woman. He couldn't keep himself from
thinking of her moans. Remembering the feel of her moist, trembling
thighs. But Matt feared that was to be the last time he would hear or
feel anything like that coming from his stepsister.

Matt allowed a few days to pass before reaching out to Stephanie. But
by the time he did, he worried he had waited too long, and it was
awkward now. A thing not to be said between them. A thing that had
killed whatever friendship was there in the first place. Most weeks
before this, they'd text off and on. Mostly they'd share memes to each
other and trade insults. Send videos of cats being jerks and drunks
doing something stupid. But it was Wednesday night, and they had not
shared a single snap. Not one meme. Matt stared at his phone in the
darkness of his room. His laptop screen showing Stephanie dressed as a
naughty nurse for last year's Halloween being the only light in his
room.

'Great fuck last week. Looking forward to Saturday.'

He typed the text message to his stepsister laughed and shook his head
then deleted it. "Ahhh come on, Matt, think think think..." he tapped
his forehead with his cellphone. Finally, after a minute, he scrolled
through insta and found the first almost-funny cat video he could find
and sent it to Stephanie.

Matt set his phone down on his desk. Behind his laptop were two packets
of papers. One had Indiana University written across the front and the
other folder had a gator head drawn on it and read University of
Florida. He hated these two folders.

It felt like they decided the rest of his life. He could choose one and
be on the other side of the country by the fall. Far from family and
friends. Alone and far from his father and fucked up families. Of
course, his father hated that he even applied to a school in Florida
and was even more full of rage when he was accepted. Dad, of course,
told him to go to a nearby university. somewhere he could be kept close
and under his thumb.

Up until this week, Matt had planned on going to Florida for college.
It scared him being away from so many familiarities, but he'd enjoy the
final, 'fuck you,' doing it would give his dad. But now he had to
rethink it all. Stephanie went to Indiana University. It was this
fantasy that plagued his mind.

/Maybe they would be placed in the same dorm. Have a room across the
hall from another. Have study breaks.../

Matt spent most of the weeks flipping between his memory of last
Saturday and fantasizing about next weekend. By the time Saturday
arrived, he sat around all day waiting for 6:30pm to come. She had
texted the day before that she'd be at her mom's place around then,
which means her mom would probably be out of the house, he assumed. Her
mother usually was out earlier in the day, but she must've had some
different plans.

When he arrived at her house, he tried to wait in his car so when he
walked in it would be like 6:45pm or later. He didn't want to appear
too eager or desperate. But alas, Matt only made it to 6:31pm, and he
decided that was good enough. Matt messed with the keys in his pocket
and looked for the Modders' house key. At the front door, he went to
put it in the deadbolt slot when the door opened suddenly, nearly
knocking him back.

"Oh- hey, I thought you had already left," Matt stumbled over himself.

Amy Modders, his first stepmother, eyed him suspiciously, "nope,
running a little late today. Why? You two have some kind of party
planned?"

"What? No- no, I- we don't have anything planned," Matt felt his face
swelter as he bit his tongue, literally, to shut himself up. But his
attempt was too little too late. The words he had already fumbled with
had alerted his first stepmom to him.

"Right..." she said, eyeing what Matt was wearing. His black polo shirt
formed to his chest, showing the slight divots and flexes of his
pectoral muscles. His jeans were dark blue and fashionable. Everything
he wore was /too/ fashionable for him. A t-shirt and ratty jeans were
what he usually wore everywhere. Matt looked down at himself as well.
He looked like, well, he looked like he was going on a date.

"You guys... going out... somewhere?" Amy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, no, I um... I have a date later tonight," Matt thought on his
feet. "I'm leaving from here to go right there. To the date."

Amy nodded, pursing her lips. Just her pursing her lips was enough for
Matt to realize what she was wearing. Amy was, in every sense of the
word, a cougar. At forty years old, with dark black hair and a lush,
firm body, she was the neighbor every young boy wished lived next door.
Faded tattoos were sporadically appearing when she wore more revealing
clothes that illuminated her adventurous past. But today she wasn't
leaving in her usual, going shopping outfits. Matching jeans and blouse
with gold rings and her bracelet that she always wore with the several
pendants that dangled from it. Today she wore a sleek black dress with
a long V neck that allowed Matt to just see the side of her breast as
it hid under the thinnest of fabric.

Matt realized he had been spotted staring at her dress too long and had
to make a strategic move. "Wow, look at you, too!" Matt whistled. "You
must have some kind of date too, huh?"

It was his stepmom's turn to be on the defensive. She giggled, brushing
some of her hair behind her shoulder, and moved for the driveway. /I've
got her in the retreat mode./ "Yeah, guilty," she laughed. "Just
meeting a guy from work for drinks. But I'm running late, so, good luck
on your date!" Amy said as she clicked her heels down the stairs and
went into the garage to her car. Matt went inside the house, closing
the door and locking it behind him. Matt released a brief but long
sigh.

Chapter Two

Stephanie had been watching TV in the living room when Matt came
inside. Well, less watching TV than, of course, looking at her phone as
she sat slumped in the corner of the couch. It had been over twenty
minutes now since he sat down with a nearby lazy boy and they were
watching some reality TV show about women competing for a rich guy.
/Ironic. It's the story of my life- or rather my dad's life. I'm just
the one who has to suffer through it./

They exchanged pleasantries and talked about which college he would go
to. Stephanie was going to be a sophomore in the fall at Indiana
University. She told him a little about the school and what she liked
and didn't. Matt had planned on asking her this on his last visit, but
that didn't happen. This visit, though, seemed much more tamed to
Matt's disappointment. There was no flirtation and or hint of sexual
contact in the near future for him. On the one side, he was happy that
things could go back to being so normal between them so quickly, but on
the other... well...

"Well, cool," Matt nodded. "Maybe one weekend or something you can show
me what it's like on campus."

Stephanie shrugged, "there's not much to the campus. You learn your way
around after a bit, but my friends and I are renting this townhouse. We
might be having a party in a few weeks if you want to come to that?"

"Yeah, cool," Matt said. They then sat there for several minutes in
silence. He'd look at her every so often, but even the way she dressed
said that nothing was going to happen between them. Her legs were
crossed while wearing her college gray sweatpants and her maroon
Hoosier hoodie. Stephanie's hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she
wore her reading glasses instead of her contacts.

/This was as sure as anything had ever been sure. I'm not touching my
stepsister today./

After letting out a soft sigh, Matt resigned himself to get comfy on
his couch and let the trash TV wash over him. But only a minute after
accepting this did Stephanie stand up and leave the living room. At
first, he thought she was going to the bathroom or to get a drink from
the kitchen, but he could hear from her footsteps and movement that she
went down the hall to her bedroom. He waited for a few minutes,
wondering if she was getting something and was going to return, but she
never did.

It was more out of curiosity than intent that Matt eventually walked to
her room to see what she was doing. Her door was wide open and when he
took the corner, there she was. Lying on her bed, wearing no pants,
shirt, or underwear, and the screen of her cell phone lighting up her
face. Matt almost had to laugh at the absurdity of it. He and his
stepsister were intelligent, consenting adults and they refused to
communicate directly about this sexual interaction, and yet here was
this very clear invitation.

Matt didn't hesitate long. He stepped into the room carefully. Like at
any moment, he could trip a land mine and it could explode. Climbing
onto the bed, he crawled between her legs and pressed on the inside of
her left thigh so it opened for him. Her skin was soft and delicate.
Like a plush fur you couldn't help but rub your hand across. Leaning
forward, the heat of her pussy lips warmed his face just as he imagined
they would. Looking up, she was still wearing her sexy thick rimmed
reading glasses. Her plump breasts parted to the sides just enough for
him to see her eyes glued to the phone. Stephanie could pull off the
/dirty librarian/ look easily. Her expressions were so devious and
severe, just her tender face made his cock swell in his boxers.

Matt looked back down at her sex and stuck his tongue out and made a
long lap on her lips. There was a tangy electricity he'd never tasted
before in his life. At first, he couldn't quite place the taste and
couldn't decide if he liked it or not. So, he licked again. And again.
And again.

The thighs of Stephanie flexed hard and then shook as she cooed and
sighed. The last couple of his licks, he pressed the tip of his tongue
between her lips. The explosion of taste was only matched by the moans
of his stepsister. Without a second thought, he licked again, but this
time pushing his tongue deeper. Matt quickly found himself desiring the
taste of his stepsister's pussy. That tangy bite on his tongue meant
pleasure was coursing through her body like electricity.

Matt let out a groan that was muffled by her pussy as he pushed his
tongue as deep as he could inside her slit. He made a long lap from the
bottom to the top of her pussy and repeated it.

"Ohhhhh... oh shhhhh... fuck," Stephanie moaned. Matt tried but he
couldn't see her face. How he loved the sight of her face as she
moaned. But what he could see were her hands, /both/ her hands cupping
her breasts and mashing them together. It looked like her fingers and
thumbs were pinching her nipples tightly. "Ssshhit!"

Matt could feel her thighs trembling on either side of his cheeks. The
wetness from her pussy coated his chin and lips. His fingers worked
their way in front of his eager lips and helped spread her lips for
him. This allowed his tongue to flick fast and long laps on her
sensitive skin.

"Nnnuh- Mmmah!" Stephanie moaned. Her hips rocking up and down as he
ate her. Matt continued licking her for what seemed like forever, but
despite his efforts it seemed her moans plateaued at an even level.
With jaw and tongue near cramping from the overuse, Matt finally threw
in the towel, and instead began licking up his step sister's body. He
wasn't missing this opportunity to taste every inch of her.

When Stephanie realized he was working his way up to her chest, she
scrambled and picked up her cell phone beside her. With it back in her
hands, she opened some pages and began typing. Matt stopped his lips
around her left nipple. They closed around it as his tongue lapped at
the hard tip. She moaned when he bit down on the nipple and raised her
hips to his. His fingers were already at work undoing his jeans and
sliding his boxers down.

"Hm- mm, ye- mmm..." Stephanie struggled to keep her mouth closed and
he could tell she was trying. Her head was tilted almost upside down as
she held the phone near the bed's headboard behind her.

With just a handful of strokes, Matt could feel his hard shaft flex and
the pre-cum cover the tip of his shaft. He used one hand and fed the
tip of his head between the slick pussy lips of his stepsister.

"Ahh... Ahhhmm!" Stephanie started to scream out so loud that one of
her hands dropped from her phone to cover her mouth. Matt groaned,
trying to not listen to her sweet cries. It only cut time off of how
long he had. He bowed his hips forward, pushing deeper inside.
"Hmmmyyggdd!" Stephanie muffled herself.

Matt's face was suspended just over the cellphone in her one hand. Her
starry eyes danced around, fighting not to look at him as he pulled out
and pushed back inside her. Stephanie's eyebrows went high and her eyes
wide as he plunged inside her again. His hips rocking back and forth,
Matt felt and heard his ball smacking against her as he found a
hard-steady pace. His stepsister's chest panted. Rising and falling
fast with every thrust. He raised off of her and groped at her tits
with his hands, while he slammed his cock into her pussy harder.

"Yes, yes, yes, d-d-don't ehm!" Stephanie cried out. Her hand fell away
from her mouth for a moment, then went back. Her phone fell from her
other hand and she sandwiched both her palms over her mouth. Matt moved
his hands down from her breasts to her hips. She was already raising
her legs and bending her knees so Matt could get every inch of his cock
inside her. He held onto her tiny waist and used it to brace himself as
he thrusted in harder. The /clap/ of him pounding his stepsister became
louder, and Matt bit his lip.

"HM! Hm! Hm! Hmmm!" Stephanie's wide eyes screamed as she did under her
hands with every fuck. Her pussy was so wet Matt could hear it slosh as
he entered inside her. "Oh god oh god oh god!" Stephanie screamed as
she let loose. Her hands were still loosely covering her mouth.

Her eyes squinted as they fought to roll to the back of her head. Her
thick thighs fought to close in between him and her, and her body went
rigid. "No, gah- ohm I'm I'm..." She stuttered.

Matt thrusted faster. His hips slamming into his stepsister's. His
hands had to fight to keep her strong thighs apart. His fingers dug
into her hips.

"Ahhhh! Ohhh goodddd!" Stephanie screamed as her hands trembled in
front of her face. Matt didn't stop. He was so close. He knew he was
beyond the point of no return. He thrusted as fast and as hard as he
could into his stepsister's tight hole. She remained rigid. Her muscles
flexed. Her lungs paralyzed for several seconds and she screamed
silently.

"FFUUUCKKK!" Stephanie screamed out. Her voice breaking as her head
pushed backwards and convulsed. "Ohhhgahh..."

Matt quickly pulled free from her pussy, and for an instant, he thought
he was too late. But just as the bulb of his cock exited her lips, it
shot load after load of hot sticky cum over her pussy lips. Matt
couldn't help but roll his eyes as he did. It felt so overpowering; he
was lost in the moment. When he opened his eyes, he looked down and saw
the cream pie he had given to his stepsister who, of course, was back
on her phone.

Matt rolled to his side and laid next to his stepsister for several
minutes while they both caught their breath. After some time passed, he
heard Stephanie's voice. "Can you get me a soda from the fridge?" She
asked, as if they were still sitting on the couches in the living room.

A Step Apart Ch. 02

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-02

Stephanie takes her little bro to a college sorority party.

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"Sure," Matt said. He went to the kitchen with his limp cock bouncing
about still wet with his stepsister's juices and got two sodas from the
refrigerator and returned. Matt got dressed while drinking his.
Stephanie stayed where she was. Just as naked and cum covered.
Stephanie was preoccupied with her phone as she typed. Matt finished
his drink and, while still in the room with her, pulled out his phone
and typed.

Matt

'See ya, next Saturday!'

A second later, he saw the tiniest of smiles in the corner of
Stephanie's mouth.

Stephanie

'C U then'

Chapter Three

The following weeks flew by. Matt was well into summer and fast
approaching his deadline in July for deciding on which college he was
going to attend. He hadn't given it any real thought. More like
constant fantasies. In his mind, twenty-four, seven he was already a
freshman at Indiana University and he and Stephanie were sharing an
apartment. They would have to get a two bedroom for appearance's sake
but that one room would just be for show. Then he could spend every
night spooned to his stepsister. For now, though, he was settling with
once every Saturday.

Matt would spend his week 'researching' online what he would do with
Stephanie that weekend. Research seemed like an odd word to use since
mostly he just watched a lot of porn. But to balance out the many lies
porn sold him, he tried to read a few women's sex blogs as well. Using
a compare and contrast method, Matt could eliminate the bad ideas he
got from watching some of the hardcore porn videos.

Things like forcing fingers down a girl's throat? Usually bad.
Spanking? Usually good. Face slapping? Usually bad. Choking? Not a good
idea.

After days of reading and watching tons of videos, Saturday would
finally arrive and Matt would have time to test his metal. Stephanie
would somehow or another end up on her back, texting or watching
something on her phone and Matt would go to work. He'd try different
positions, different techniques, experiment with different strategies
for lasting longer. Using his smart watch, he could time how long each
one lasted by watching his heart rate log afterwards. His last time
with her he made it nineteen minutes, which was nearly double what he
was in the beginning. The porn industry wouldn't be offering him any
starring roles anytime soon, but he was getting better.

Over the past weeks, Matt's oral sex skills had improved as well. He
had brought Stephanie to orgasm twice the week before last. He found if
he stuck with a similar motion with his tongue, no matter how tedious
it might be, eventually it had a higher success rate than being a jazz
musician and hopping from one technique to another every few seconds.
There was also a bit of a breakthrough. When Matt had made his
stepsister cum a second time, her hand had gotten the better of her and
slapped down on the back of his head. It was only a brief few seconds,
but for those moments with her fingers laced in his hair holding his
lips to her clit; it was the hardest he had ever been. Hard enough that
when he finally pushed his cock inside her, he fucked her until she
came for a third time in one night.

It was this interaction that spurred his confidence last week to get
even more interactive with his stepsister. He waited until 6:30pm to
get out of his car and go to her house. That was about the time
Stephanie's mom, Amy, left for her usual date night. Amy had been
seeing the same guy for a little over a month now. He was another
wealthy man. Matt could tell from how fancy Amy was dressed each night.
She was definitely being wined and dined every weekend. From the little
small talk Stephanie and Matt did, it sounded like it was getting
pretty serious between them.

At least her mother really liked him. Matt was happy for his
stepmother; he always did like her and thought she deserved better than
his father. More so than being happy for her, Matt was happy for
himself. The more Amy liked her new boyfriend, the longer she stayed
out of the house, which gave him more alone time with her daughter.

On that particular night, Matt summoned his courage and started things
off by walking into his stepsister's bedroom and flipping her over onto
her stomach. With no clothes on, all Matt could see was her plump round
ass cheeks. Stephanie, like always, went with the flow. She stayed on
her elbows and typed on her phone. Her black reading glasses were on
and her blond hair tied back in a ponytail.

Matt brushed his palm over her right ass cheek and pushed down the
small of her back. Her tattoo on her lower back was a flowing, fluid
design of pinks and greens that flowed around a single word, 'Believe'
written in large bold cursive letters just above her ass cheeks. His
fingers spread out as he gripped the top of her hips. His pants and
underwear already off, Matt straddled her thighs as he pushed his other
hand up the center of her back, flattening her to her stomach. Matt's
fingers pressed into her shoulders as his palms ground firm circles
into her back muscles. He massaged her slowly while his cock grew
firmer.

While he knew she could feel his shaft hardening against the crack of
her ass, she didn't react. Not at first. A moment passed as he massaged
her and he saw her head, which balanced carefully with her chin against
the bed, fall relaxed to the side so she could barely see her phone. As
his shaft flexed harder into her ass, Stephanie worked her ass back and
forth, pushing her ass cheeks back into his erection.

The cheeks of her ass nearly swallowed his shaft like a hotdog bun.
Matt could feel the muscles of her back melt in his hands as he rubbed
down to the small of her back, circling her tattoo. Matt scooted down
her legs and stood. Pulling her hips up so she was on her knees on the
bed, Matt slid his finger down the length of her ass crack until it
dipped inside her moist pussy lips with ease. They were open and
inviting, begging to be fucked.

With his other hand, he fed the tip of his bare cock inside her. When
he pushed inside her, Stephanie threw her head back, looking at the
ceiling as he filled her up. Matt pulled out a little and slammed back
inside her, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips. His left slid up her
back, holding onto her shoulder while his right braced against her hips
and thigh. In and out, his cock pistoned out of her and her perky hair
bounced wildly with every thrust.

"Oh shhhmm... yes... yes, don't- oh yes!" Stephanie cried out. Her
phone was a useless prop lying on the bed before her. A small ruse now.
Her phone was something she barely pretended to use anymore. She kept
it close, just as a code, more than anything else, that they don't talk
about what they were doing. They just do it.

His fingers gripped her shoulder tightly as he fucked her slow and
hard. Stephanie turned her head to the side and her lips parted enough
to push around his pointer finger. Her teeth were biting teasingly on
it.

"Mmm mmm! Ahh ahhhom!" Stephanie moaned on his finger. Matt was losing
focus. He was panting. All he could think about was her lips. Her
mouth. He imagined kissing her as she bit his lip as seductively as she
bit his finger. He couldn't last much longer. Ramming his hips into
hers, his cock rammed into her pussy, making her fall to her elbows as
she cried out. Matt took this chance to give her right ass cheek a
slap. He was caught up in the moment, and the loud smacking sound was
louder than he intended. At first, he worried he had hurt her but the
loud scream of a moan she made told him differently.

Stephanie's ass pushed back and her stepbrother fucked her faster and
slapped her ass again. "Oh fffuck!"

Matt bit his lip and pulled out, offering his cock a final few strokes
as he shot his cum over his stepsister's ass and tattoo. As always for
the briefest of moments he could see his stepsister's head craned back
at him to watch him shoot his load over her.

It was the one consistent attention she had given him since they
started these encounters weeks ago. She always had to watch Matt when
he came. At first it was kind of odd and made Matt feel uncomfortable,
like he was on stage being watched. But now it was kind of hot.
Stephanie's eyes didn't appear the same when she watched him cum. They
were darker and more devious. She was always so out of breath when she
watched. Like him, cumming was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. It
made him a bit more excited to do it because it was something they both
wanted, and he got to see her sexy eyes.

Matt remembered looking down on her sexy naked body with a fondness.
Changing lanes on the road, he exited the interstate, turning his radio
down so he could start following the directions on his phone. He
doubted he and Stephanie would have a chance to hook up this weekend.
Matt was visiting her townhouse today that was just outside of the
Indiana University campus. Stephanie and her two roommates were
throwing a party tonight. Even though most of the girls and guys at
this party were going to be eighteen to nineteen years old, Matt was
kind of nervous. He felt like he was going to be hanging around the
'big kids.'

And to make things worse, he was going to be around his stepsister, who
will be looking absolutely gorgeous tonight, he was sure, and probably
one of the hottest ladies at the party. Of course, other boys were
going to be hitting on her and Matt didn't know how she would react.

/Would he be into it? Is she going to try to hook up with other men? I
know I can't hook up with her, but I don't know if I can just stand
there and watch a bunch of guys grab her and-/

Matt shook his head free of the images in his mind. He would not worry
about it. More importantly than anything, he knew was to treat
Stephanie like a sister and not like an extremely attractive girl he'd
fucked multiple times over the past month.

Pulling into a parking space and putting his car in park, Matt took a
deep breath and let it out. /Building D 1128. This is it./

"Okay," Matt said to himself. "Here we go."

Chapter Four

"So, do you know what your major would be?" Amber asked.

"No, not a clue," Matt smiled.

Amber laughed, waving her hand down at him, "don't worry about it. I'm
going into my sophomore year and am still undeclared. No major is
basically a major here."

Matt laughed with her and took a drink of his mimosa. He had always
seen memes about mimosas, but never had one before today. Stephanie and
her roommates had two pitchers full of mimosas in the fridge and were
using it to pregame for the party. Matt could tell why they were a
girl's drink. They tasted too good.

"Shut up, you know you're going to end up declaring education,"
Stephanie said from the corner of their living room. She laid on a pink
bean bag with her phone in one hand and her almost empty mimosa in the
other. "You've got more credits for it than most education sophomores."

"Ugh I know," Amber stomped her foot like a child and made a face. She
was leaning over a bar countertop that split the kitchen and living
room. "But I want a job where I could at least make some money. Every
time you turn on the news, all you see are all the fucked-up ways
teachers are getting shit on. At least if I went nursing, I'd make some
money."

"And some student loan bills," Stephanie smarted with a raised eyebrow
and not letting her eyes leave her phone.

"Maybe you can just be a teacher and find like a sugar daddy or
something," Matt joked, then immediately regretted it. He just met this
girl. He didn't know her well enough to be saying things like that.

Taken back from the comment, there was a slight pause before Amber
smiled and let a few strands of her auburn hair fall in front of her
eyes. "Why do you think I'm throwing this party in the first place?"
She said with a seductive smile across her full red lips. Amber was an
attractive woman. V/ery/ attractive, actually. She was shorter at just
above five-foot-tall and had sexy round breasts that bounced around in
her shirt without a bra to Matt's surprise. He did all he could to keep
from looking down while talking to her.

"Hey Amber, can you take those blankets in the closet and put them over
the couches like we talked about?" Stephanie asked Amber. Stephanie was
clearly at odds with Amber even before Matt had arrived.

"Oh yeah, sure!" Amber said, perky as ever. Matt stood from the couch
he was on as Amber dug through a closet near the kitchen. A door
creaked open upstairs, and he heard soft footsteps coming down the
stairs.

"Jesus Christ, Max," was all Stephanie said, barely shaking her head.

"What? He's your stepbrother. Not like he's a freak or anything,
right?" Max said as she walked down the stairs. Her wet black hair was
wrapped up high in a light blue towel while her left hand held an
orange towel synched around her breasts. Her shoulders still glistened
with the wetness from the shower. "I'm Maxine or Max, your sister's
creepy roommate." Max extended her hand to Matt. Her tongue flicked the
lip ring back and forth as she smiled.

Matt did all he could to be cool, but he knew he was blushing already.
"Hi, I'm Matt, Stephanie's creepy stepbrother."

Max laughed as she walked into the kitchen, "I like him you should have
him around more often." Matt felt an internal sigh of relief at the
approval and a fluttering in his stomach at hearing a girl say she
/liked/ him. It was absurd, he knew, but he didn't often get a lot of
attention from different women. While he did play sports and his
teammates often were able to swindle the attention of cheerleaders and
some slutty girls, Matt mostly was the fifth wheel. The two girlfriends
he did have were from friends of friends introducing them and it never
last long. Him being on the receiving end, even casually, by these two
/very/ attractive college girls of even a moderate amount of interest
was almost a fantasy in and of itself.

"I'm /sure/ he likes you," Stephanie said from the background.

Max ignored her remarks, which Matt was grateful for, "you guys say
that?" Max asked as she poured a cup to the brim with their mimosa mix.
"Step? Not just sister and brother. You say stepsister?"

Matt shrugged, feeling interrogated, "just a habit, I guess."

"Hm," Max pursed her lips. "I've only ever known one other stepfamily,
and they never said step."

"Are you done in the shower?" Stephanie asked as she stood.

"Yes, it's yours, boo," Max said, blowing Stephanie a kiss which
Stephanie returned before disappearing upstairs without another word.

"Wait! Let me get my blow dryer out of there!" Amber shouted and raced
up the stairs after Stephanie.

"So uh, what's your major?" Matt asked Max, feeling more uncomfortable
now that he was alone with this almost naked girl.

"Criminal Justice," Max said, taking a large gulp of mimosa.

"Whoa, that's like, cop school, right?"

"Yup," Max said with a smile, "so if the cops get called to our party,
just follow my lead and do what I do." She gave Matt a wink.

"Sounds like a plan."

Chapter Five

"You fuggin suck at this game!"

"Shuddup! I just need to hit the cup."

"No shit, that's kinda the point of the game," Amber giggled as she
fell into Matt's arm. Matt's already unsteady hand veered far from
course as he tossed the ping-pong ball across the table and smacked
Maxine in the chest with his ball. Her jittery hand swiped frantically
at the ball, trying to grab it as it bounced off both her hands and
finally fell to the last red plastic cup in front of her.

"Yes!" Matt and Amber said at the same time. Their hands raised in
triumph. The boy Maxine played beer-pong with pretended to tackle her
to a nearby couch as she and others surrounding the table reeled from
that ending.

"I definitely planned on that happening," Matt laughed. Amber smacked
his biceps.

"Bullshit!" Amber screamed a little too loud. But only Matt, who had to
rub his ear, noticed. The sound system blared so loud the walls shook.
Matt thought for sure the police would have been called by now, but as
he tapped the screen of his smart watch, he saw it was nearly 1:00am
and they still hadn't come. A hundred plus students were packed in the
downstairs and more out front. A Handful of couples and girls danced in
the living room when a good song came on, while some just chilled on
the couches blazed out of their minds while passing a joint between
them. "Oh, hahaha My bad," Amber laughed at how loud she was being.

"Yeah, gurl, get it!" Maxine yelled into the living room, where Matt
realized Stephanie was one of the girls dancing. He was surprised he
had forgotten completely about her. The mimosa pitchers must've gotten
progressively stronger because, by the third one, Matt's face burned
red and he could tell he was already wasted. When people started
showing up, it was like a flood filling this three-bedroom townhouse.
Stephanie stayed by Matt for a bit, but about the time she started
taking shots, Matt lost track of her.

She was in the center of her living room with her ass on the ground
against an older looking frat boy, maybe mid twenties, with a baseball
cap turned backwards. Stephanie bent over, flinging her loose
schoolgirl skirt up over the small of her back so her bare, fat ass
could twerk on the man's crotch. The entire room went wild. Three
different guys yelled their supporting words to her dance partner as
she flung her long ponytail of hair to the side over her shoulder, then
dropped her ass down to the floor and back up.

"Oooohhh!" Men and women both cheered. Either it was a testament to
just how drunk he was, or he truly just didn't care. Amber probably had
something to do with it. While she wasn't as attractive as Stephanie,
when you're that hot, the difference was negligible. The difference was
that Amber seemed interested in him. Maybe she wasn't looking for a
boyfriend, but at least she would talk to him, look him in his eyes,
and touch him.

Amber fanned her face with her hand when she saw Matt looking at
Stephanie with the rest of the party. "It's fucking hot in here," she
said and without another word, she pulled him to the back deck out the
kitchen door. The deck overlooked a wooded area next to a creek between
different buildings. It was the end of June, so it was just about as
hot outside as it was inside, though there was a small breeze. "Hmmm
that's better," Amber said.

Matt closed the door behind them so no one could follow them outside.
Before he could fully turn to face Amber, she was already on top of
him. He fell back onto the railing as she strained on her tippy toes to
get her lips to his. Once he righted himself, he kissed her back. Her
lips were cold and tasted of beer. The kiss they shared was messy and
delicious. Two drunks fumbling over each other. Without thought, his
hand slid down her shoulder and wrapped around her breast. It felt so
good in his hand and even better when she giggled and moaned as he
massaged it.

There was an abrupt halt to their kiss as Amber pulled away from him.
Before he opened his eyes, he thought he had done something wrong and
was already cursing himself, ready to apologize. But once his eyes were
open, he realized amber didn't pull away from him. She was pulled away.
Stephanie had Amber's hair in her fist as she pulled her to the side.

"You think you're funny?" Stephanie asked. "I told you not to hook up
with my brother!" With a final push, Amber stumbled to the other side
of the deck.

"Steph- I'm sorry," Amber whined.

"And you-" Stephanie turned to Matt. She was wearing a pair of inch and
a half heels that put her just taller than him. "Come here." She
snatched his palm and dragged him up to her bedroom through the party.
"You're done. No more."

Some boys he passed made /Ooooooo/ sounds while others who had been
watching Stephanie dance shouted words of encouragement to him.

A Step Apart Ch. 02

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-02

Stephanie takes her little bro to a college sorority party.

Page 3 of 3 page(s) (19220 characters)

"Get it!"

"Tap that ass!"

As he was being dragged up the stairs, he heard Maxine shout over them,
"come on guys, it's her brother!"

But the last voice he heard before going into Stephanie's bedroom was a
wise cracking boy's voice say, "well, /step/brother."

Chapter Six

Matt tripped over his feet and nearly fell on to her bed, but he caught
himself and side walked into a wall to brace himself. The room was
still white from when she moved in, but it was covered in posters of
shirtless rappers and printed pictures of Stephanie and her friends.
Just like her bedroom at her mom's house, the floor was cluttered with
dirty clothes and her bed comforter was a twisted mess.

"What the hell wasttthat?!" Stephanie slurred.

"What was what?" Matt threw his hands up. He was starting to get upset,
but it wasn't clear to him why yet. He could just feel the heat
building on the back of his neck.

Stephanie seemed flustered at his response. She shook her head, upset
and lost balance for a moment, touching the wall. "All the girls down
there and you had to hook up with her? That bitch."

"So you wouldn't have brought me up to your room if I hooked up with
another girl?" Matt asked. The bravery and openness of his words fueled
by the mix of anger and alcohol that stored inside him.

"No! Err- yes, whatever," Stephanie mumbled looking down at her feet,
obviously confused by how he worded his question. Matt knew this
because he too was confused at how his drunken sentence came out.

A few moments passed and Stephanie finally let out a sigh and clicked
her high heels over to the bed and fell back into it. She pulled her
cellphone from the side of her crop top and began clicking on the
screen. Her feet dancing around off the floor like a bored child, she
could only let a few seconds pass before she said, "I'm on my phone...
on my bed... texting..."

/This fucking spoiled brat/ was all Matt managed to think, looking down
at her. It was at that moment he decided he had enough of this game.
Matt crawled into top of his stepsister as he always did, one knee
pressing between her legs while the other balanced him outside her
thigh. But this time he grabbed at her phone. She pulled away at first
but when he finally got it he twisted it from her grip and she let out
the tiniest of, "noo..." whimpers. Matt tossed the phone lightly to the
carpet beside her bed. Stephanie kept her eyes in the direction of her
phone as if she could still see it, or more importantly, she pretended
she could not see her stepbrother. But Matt was relentless.

/No more games./

His hand grabbed under her chin, pinching her cheeks on both sides, and
turned her face to look at his. With his eyes hovering over hers,
Stephanie's eyes still refused to meet his. "Steph..." he said.
"Stephanie! Look at me!" Perhaps jolted from him yelling at her, she
finally looked at him. Her eyes met his. Matt saw her shaky, wide eyed,
glassy expression and held it for a moment. Then he leaned forward and
kissed his stepsister deep and passionately.

He felt stagnant resistance at first. An unwillingness to commit that
quickly disappeared. As if transformed by this magical kiss into the
horny teenager she was fighting so hard not to be. At a moment's
notice, she released the tension from her body and Stephanie's hips and
taunt stomach arched and formed to Matt's body. Her eyebrows pinched
together as she released a whimpering moan in Matt. Their tongues
intertwined just as their hands and fingers cupped another. Matt
pressed Stephanie's hands down on the bed over her head and felt
Stephanie's leg wrap around her his hips and leg, locking him to her.

His firm and growing erection restrained by his boxers and jeans
pressed into the floating fabric of her skirt and ground against her
crotch. Every desperate moan that escaped her lips was swallowed by
Matt as he pressed his lips down onto his stepsisters. The moment fled
so quickly; it was as if it was in fast forward, but Matt wished it
could last forever. The taste of her kiss and the sound and hum of her
soft moans felt wonderful. He wanted to escape at that moment. Hold on
to it. Hide it. Keep it to himself.

When Matt's hands finally did work free from Stephanie's, he brought
them down to the belt of his jeans. Stephanie pulled her hips so
tightly to his body his hands flat against his body barely had room to
work his belt off. There was a sudden separation between them and a
picture of panic in her eyes. Her body, which once was so eager to meet
him and entangled with his limbs, now clamored away. She pushed him off
of her and scrambled for the door.

/No no no no!/ Matt's thoughts protested, as he could do nothing more
than watch her reach for the door. She paused there for a moment. As if
her actions moved quicker than her thoughts could, and she needed a
moment to second guess herself. The constant thud of the base vibrated
the door and floors beneath them. Outside the door, the party continued
with hundreds of voices louder than ever.

Matt watched the hand slowly go to the doorknob and twist the lock on
it. She checked the knob, giving it a twist left and right to make sure
it was locked before turning back to her brother. Matt was already on
his feet. Perhaps it was the alcohol coursing through his system or
just how incredibly sexy she looked tonight, but Matt couldn't wait
another instant. Strands of her bangs danced over her eyes and lips.
Her black crop top was so low on her, her nipples threatened to fall
out of her top. When she turned her short schoolgirl, the plaid skirt
whirled up, exposing the bottom curve of her ass cheek. Matt had to
have her now.

Pressing her into the wall, Matt's lips assaulted hers. They kissed
ravenously. She pulled at his v-neck shirt and stretched it off of him.
Holding his shoulders at arm's length for a moment, she marveled at the
thickness of his muscles and the definition of his pecs. Stephanie's
lips kissed at his bare chest as her tender hands delicately rubbed
down his ribs and hips. Moving up to her neck, Matt felt her hair to
the scruff of his chin as her lips kissed and sucked below his ear.
Matt could feel the sparkling tingles her wet lips sent down his spine
and through his chest.

By the time his eyes were opened, he realized Stephanie was on her
knees with Matt's jeans unbuttoned and her hands jerking his pants down
to his ankles. Her left palm pressed into his firm, hard abs. Rubbing
up and down on him like an obsession she had to touch while her right
hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock. Her fingers were small and
delicate around the large, thick shaft that dangled before her lips.
She made long twisting pumps on his shaft that snaked towards her. Her
eyes full of squinted pleasure as she looked up at him. The crook of
her lips fighting a devious smile as she teased him with every drag on
his shaft.

Her hands left him just long enough to pull her crop top and bra off
over her head. Matt looked down with lust as her heavy breasts bounced
free from her shirt. Stephanie's hands cupped her own breasts as she
looked up at him, straining to look innocent and vulnerable. The look
in her eyes begged him to reach out and touch her face. Pressing her
cheek into his palm, she hummed a moan as she parted her lips, taking
his thumb in her mouth so gently. Her right hand went back to stroking
his hard cock that now oozed cum from the tip of it.

Stephanie's face hung so close to the head of his cock. As she slid her
wet lips down to the base of his thumb, her eyes stayed on his and Matt
could all but imagine his cock being what was in her mouth. Her left
hand cupped at her left breast and pressed it around his throbbing
shaft as she jerked it. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled as he let
her titty fuck her. Matt grunted as he closed his eyes, looking upward.
His hand reached out to steady himself against the desk that housed her
papers and laptop beside him.

"Mmmm... you like that, baby?" Stephanie's voice hummed. "Hmm... does
that feel good, baby?"

"Ugh..." Matt groaned silently, trying to keep his mouth shut.

There was a knocking at the bedroom door that startled them both. It
was loud. Like a person had been knocking for a while and they couldn't
hear it over the blaring music until just now.

"Hey, Steph? You in there?" A boy's voice yelled over the bass. "It's
Nick."

Stephanie stopped everything she was doing and was frozen on her knees.
In an instant, they both scrambled silently and quickly. Stephanie got
to her feet and picked up her top and bra, moving to hide by her closet
despite the door being locked. Matt had other plans.

Stepping out of his jeans, his hand caught her wrist, jerking her back
towards him. He saw panic and fear in her eyes. Getting caught having
sex with her stepbrother was her biggest fear and there was only a thin
wooden door keeping her from being found out by her entire school. Matt
pulled her in tight and kissed her, but she retreated, pointing at the
door. She tried to just mouth the words 'he's right there,' but in her
drunken state the words came out with some sound to them.

"Steph? That you?" Nick's voice boomed through the door.

"Uh- Um. Yeah, hold on!" Stephanie said nervously.

She turned away from Matt, but he caught her hips, tripping her up.
Catching herself on the desk, Matt could feel her skirt and ass pressed
back against his cock. Matt's left hand pressed up her back to the back
of her neck while his right flipped up her skirt and pulled her panties
to the side. Stephanie looked behind her wide eyed and worried. "Are
you crazy? What are you doing?" She mouthed a whisper.

Matt wasn't going to let this moment slip through her fingers. His
stepsister wanted him, not some douchey looking guy named /Nick./ And
in that moment of drunkenness he didn't even care if they were caught,
because all he cared about was Stephanie and being with her. The head
of his cock fed between her pussy lips as Stephanie covered her mouth
with one hand. She braced herself with one hand as she leaned over the
desk. When his bare cock entered inside her tight pussy, she looked
over her shoulder again. Fear and pleasure mixed into a murky look that
glossed over her eyes as she covered her mouth and nose.

"Stephanie, what the hell?" Nick yelled.

Matt pulled out and shoved his cock back inside her hard enough to buck
her forward. Her hands catching the side of the desk, she steadied her
breathing to talk.

"I'm- my brother is- Hmm," she held the back of her hand against her
mouth as she fought to hold back her groans. "He's sick, oh gah- He
doesn't feel well."

"Okay..." Nick said.

Matt's fingers dug into her hips and the meat of her ass as he pulled
her back into him. The clapping of their bodies getting slightly
louder, Matt could see the back of Stephanie's head bob as she stared
at the blank white wall inches in front of her face. Her breath held as
her stepbrother fucked her from behind.

"Gah- mmph," Stephanie panted restrained breaths as her whole chest
bounced. "I can't hm! I can't leave him. Ahhmm. Sorry, I'll talk to you
la- later!"

"Are you kidding me?!" Nick hit the door. "Fucking bitch..." his voice
became more distant as he walked away from the door. But Matt doubted
Stephanie could even hear anything anymore.

"Ohmy... god!" She let the words burst out as she looked down. Matt
smacked her ass hard as he slammed his throbbing cock in her faster.
"Jesus Christ I- ah ah ah ah!" His stepsister spat. Her ass arch back,
pushing back into him with every thrust. Matt's hand reaching around
her side and groping her right breast as it bounced and swayed
underneath her. His left smacking her left ass cheek again and again as
he fucked her.

"Don't stop- don't- gah- don't fucking- oh my god," Stephanie cried.
And Matt saw her pained eyes filled with ecstasy, looking over her
shoulders. He grabbed a handful of her pony tailed hair with his left
and pulled it back as he bucked forward with his hips.
"Jesusfuckingchri- ah ah ahhh!" Stephanie whined as he stuffed his cock
inside her. His thumb and forefinger pinched around her nipple.

"I'm going to cum. I'm gunna- oh fuck me," Stephanie's body tensed. Her
breathing was shallow and fast. "Don't don't don't ohmygod don't stop!"
She screamed too loud and instantly clapped her hand over her mouth.

Matt's hands clapped to her ass, pulling her back on his cock with a
fierceness that made her body collapse to the desk. Stephanie was
silent and her drenched, tight pussy squeezed on his cock as he
thrusted in and out of her. He clenched and felt the sweat fall down
his forehead as his body finally relaxed and she gasped for air.

"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!" She panted and Matt had her hold her up by
her hips as his stepsister's knees threatened to give out. "Oh,
fuck..."

"Ugh! Mmm god," Matt let slip a grunt as he felt himself nearing
cumming himself. He went to pull out of her, and Stephanie's body shot
to life. She looked behind her, flicking her hair over her opposite
shoulder, as she always did when her brother was about to cum, but this
time her hand reached back, cupping around the back of his bare thigh.

"No!" she protested. "Don't- cum inside me, baby," Stephanie demanded.
Matt was shocked and continued to thrust inside her. He was so close to
the edge.

"Don't stop mhm! Don't stop fucking me baby," Stephanie winced. "Cum
inside me, cum inside my tight- fuck ah ahh! Please, cum in me!"

Matt's cock crammed deeper inside her until her knees started to shake
and her eyes nearly squinted shut from the feeling. Matt gritted his
teeth as felt the threshold pass and he came hard, shooting his load
into his sister's pussy. Filling her up with his cum and holding his
shaft deep inside her. His arms wrapped around her chest, he spooned
with her as his chin nuzzled against the crook of her neck. They stayed
there for several minutes until his cock went completely limp. With his
jizz and her juices coating his shaft, he fell out of her.

Matt and Stephanie lied on the bed for a few minutes naked and giggling
at each other. The party was loud outside the room, with people
shouting at another and falling into walls. Despite being as loud as
Stephanie moaned, Matt doubted if anyone heard them. It didn't matter.
In that moment, all that mattered was Matt's eyes meeting Stephanie's
eyes and he refused to let the moment slip away.

Chapter Seven

The following week, Matt arrived at his stepmother's house for his
weekly meeting with Stephanie a bit later than usual. It was about
7:45pm when he arrived instead of his usual 6:30pm when Stephanie's Mom
left the house for her date night. It was his father's fault for his
tardiness. His /new/ stepfamily had a sit down to discuss their
upcoming vacation. His father was taking them /camping/ in a cabin in
Wyoming in a couple weeks. He pitched it as a family bonding
experience, but really it was to make sure everyone knew he was the one
in charge of this family, and most likely he was using it as an excuse
to corner Matt about his impending college decision.

As annoyed as he was with his father, Matt felt relaxed as soon as he
put his car in park at his stepmother's house. Even though it was late,
it wouldn't affect his and Stephanie's plans. Over the past month
Stephanie's mother, Amy, hadn't come home until Sunday morning each
night, which gave him and his stepsister plenty of time.

Matt and Stephanie hadn't seen each other since the party. They fell
asleep spooning together and Matt woke up and left early before anyone
else was awake. Stephanie assured him later that day that none of her
roommates or anyone else suspected anything besides that her
stepbrother was a lightweight. Matt didn't appreciate the stigma, but
there were worse ones to have, he supposed.

The week of texting with his stepsister had been filled with hidden
smiles and an exchange of dirty pictures. Their strained relationship
had left the confines of the little game they played, pretending what
they did didn't happen and was now out in the open.

In fact, as soon as Matt got inside Amy's house and found Stephanie in
the living room on her phone, she tossed her phone to the side as Matt
slid onto the couch beside her.

"Hey there, cutie," Stephanie smiled. Her hands cupped the sides of his
face as she kissed him. Matt's hand reached across her chest and felt
her breast moving freely under her shirt.

"Sounds like we fooled everyone at the party, then?" Matt asked as
Stephanie crawled onto Matt's lap, straddling him.

Stephanie laughed as her fingers went right to work unbuckling his
belt. "You didn't help us either. It was like you wanted us to get
caught."

"Me?" Matt smiled. "You were the one making all the noise. I just
didn't want you getting away." He leaned back and let his stepsister
undo his pants for him.

Stephanie giggled with a long smile on her lips, "I couldn't help but
make noise when someone was smacking my fucking ass."

Matt shrugged, "well, you seemed to like it."

Stephanie released a sighing moan as she leaned in to kiss her
stepbrother. Her fingers had rushed to unzip his pants and pulled his
cock out from under his boxers. As she felt it grow in her palm, she
let out a high-pitched moan as she stroked it to life. Matt's hands
wrapped around her ass cheeks to find she wasn't wearing any shorts or
panties. She lifted enough to guide the head of his bare cock inside
her. "Mmmm! That's it..." she cooed.

Stephanie raised her ass and lowered it, riding Matt. She hastily
pulled her shirt off, revealing her perky breasts. Matt leaned forward,
wrapping his lips around her nipple. "Mmmmm! That's right, baby. Fuck
me. Fuck your stepsister!" Stephanie moaned as she sat down on his
throbbing cock.

"Stephanie!"

The voice was so sudden and loud that both Matt and Stephanie nearly
fell off the couch. Stephanie scrambled to cover herself, but Matt was
too much in shock to even try to cover his raging hard on. All Matt
could do was look at Amy's wide eyes and shocked expression as she
stood in the living's entry room and stared frozen. Amy's expression
slowly turned to rage as she processed the image of her daughter having
sex with her stepson.

Story Tags: taboo; incest; stepsister; step%20sister; stepbrother;
fingering; female%20orgasm; rough%20sex; creampie; loud%20orgasm

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