A Step Apart Ch. 04

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: stepsister, stepbrother, stepmother, milf, sister,
female_orgasm, moaning, dirty_talk

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-04


https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-04

A visit from the sister-in-law complicates the family trip.

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Chapter One

The world, as Matt knew it, slowly dropped away from view as the hours
ticked by. With a heavy metal album blaring in his earbuds, Matt let
his forehead rest against the passenger door window and rock back and
forth as he was chauffeured to hell. 5 days camping in Wisconsin with
his dysfunctional stepfamily and a bastard he called 'dad.' Thankfully,
it wasn't his original stepfamily that now comprised Stephanie and Amy,
a stepsister and mother he had both slept with separately.

/I still haven't sorted out how I'm going to deal with that./

But this new and current stepfamily was the more familiar dysfunction,
at least. Case in point. Matt rolled his head to the front seats where
his other stepsister, Erica, rode shotgun and was red faced as she went
on minute 37 of arguing with her husband, Jordan. Jordan drove and was
what everyone could easily imagine as a successful douche bag. He wore
designer clothes and suits, sunglasses, and even slicked his hair back
as if he was ready to sell you a used car at any moment.

Jordan looked so much like an asshole that you couldn't even really
blame him for being an asshole. The blame would fall to Erica for still
being with this walking shame of fecal matter. If the signs weren't
clear enough, then the fact that he got along so well with Matt's dad
sealed the deal enough for Matt. In some ways, the match with Erica
made sense. Erica was a strong willed and loud woman who wasn't afraid
of voicing her opinion. Matt had only met Erica twice, but she seemed
to have a sharp sense of humor and tenderness.

Suddenly, Erica's hand raised and her finger was jabbing into Jordan's
face as she screamed. Well, maybe not tender. Matt looked to his side
at the 2-year-old asleep in his car seat. Matt sighed as Jordan
screamed back and pushed her hand out of his face.

/Oh, how I pity you, little man. I'm almost as sad for the next years
of you growing up with these 2 as sad I am for you having to live as
Jordan Jr.../

They were a young couple. Born out of a night of alcohol and partying
that was sealed with pregnancy and a shotgun wedding. Erica wasn't even
30, yet she was married and had a kid which seemed young to Matt. But
what did he know?

There were obvious qualities in which were easy to be attracted to.
Erica, most obviously, was a fit woman who had since put on a small
amount of baby weight that clearly all went to her bosom. Not many bras
fit her and the rest of the time she squeezed her enormous breasts into
an old bra and shirt and spilled out of it everywhere she went. She had
brown hair that hung just below her shoulders and a spicy personality.

And still, when the 2 were together and especially alone, it seemed
they only knew how to argue. Which was fine for Matt. This car was
still more pleasant for him to be in right now than the lead car that
held his father and current stepmother, Sharon. The constant bickering
was more appealing than being locked in a car for 4 hours with his
father, who would continue to berate him over life decisions and
college choices, while Sharon tiptoed between the 2 of them, trying to
keep the peace.

Just the thought of his father made Matt's face swell with anger. He
thumbed the volume louder on his headphones, so the rock music pushed
everything else out and his eardrums almost hurt. When he arrived back
home, this afternoon his father was waiting for him in the garage. Matt
already knew he was in for it. He was 10 minutes late, and he had no
excuse since the truth was he was busy having sex with his father's
ex-wife, and something told Matt that admitting the truth wouldn't make
this trip less awkward.

"You see what time it is?" His dad started before Matt even closed the
door of his car.

"Yeah, I know, I'm here now though, so," Matt tried to make in doors to
avoid this match, but his dad was insistent. "Erica and her family
aren't even here yet."

"No, that's not the point. Stop walking away and come here!" His finger
jabbed at the ground by his foot like he was heeling a dog. "This is
about your lack of respect for every order I give you. I give you some
time. I expect you to be on time. I give you a place I expect you to be
there. You're supposed to be your own man now and no matter how much
chance I give you it seems you never step up and start making the right
decisions."

"You mean I never make the decisions you want," Matt squared off with
his father. His dad was a stout man but shorter than Matt at 5'6. His
forearms were thick and bulky, and his shoulders broad. That mixed with
his potbelly and gray, balding hairline gave an odd look to him. But
something about his aura was intimidating. He beamed an energy with his
glare that despite Matt's best effort, made his voice not as sure
sounding as he'd like.

"You watch your tone, boy," his father's eyes flared with rage behind
them. He was in a bad mood already. Matt was just a convenient punching
bag. "I gave you everything! The roof over your head, clothes on your
back, food, that car!"

"I bought that car with money that I earned working!"

"You buy this house, too? How about books for college or college
itself? You couldn't focus enough to get a scholarship to any college
with your football nonsense, so no one else is giving you a handout."

Matt stood silently and fumed. It was a raw point for him. Recruiters
for 3 different schools had made the trip to watch him play, one of
which was from Tampa university, but none wanted him to play. The team
and school had made such a big deal that a recruiter was there to see
Matt. He floated through the school hallways for weeks before he found
out they didn't want him.

/Who would want me?/

"At least I don't need to pay off women to fuck me!" Matt blurted out,
and his father's jaw locked. "Sharon, Amy... you think these attractive
women actually like you?! You're a- an asshole! They just want your
money!"

His father palmed Matt's chest hard, knocking him back about a foot.
"That's right. And you know why? Because I respect myself. I've got
power and money, which means I get what I want and the people around me
give it." He held his finger up to Matt's face. A warning gesture. "Now
this is your last chance to do what I want or you're done forever. You
will go on this camping trip and avoid this family the entire time- I
don't want to see you, I don't want to hear you. Then, when we get
back, you're going to send in your paperwork to go to Indiana State. I
will get you a small apartment nearby and you will major in pre-law.
You'll be a lawyer and that's the end. You will do every bit of this
and if you don't. I will write you off from this family. I will take
everything I bought you- you can keep your piece of shit car- and you
can be a homeless bum without a college education, a home, or a
family."

Matt clenched his teeth as he felt trapped. He knew his father had
played his trump card. The only way he got what he wanted. Money.
Without another word, he turned from the conversation to go inside.

"You understand, boy?" His dad's voice boomed.

"I got it," Matt said over his shoulder as he went inside.

Matt felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he recalled the argument and
repositioned his face so the cool window glass pressed and chilled his
cheek. It took everything in his body and mind to not punch his dad. He
wasn't sure what would've happened if he had. It scared him that his
dad might've hit back and harder, but it scared him most that if he
would've hit his dad, he might not be able to keep himself from
striking him again and again and again.

Chapter Two

If it wasn't for his family being there, the Wisconsin countryside was
actually quite peaceful. By the time they neared the camping grounds,
Erica and Jordan had shouted themselves in circles until they retreated
to their corners of the car in a silent pout. They had the windows down
while they snaked down the road between thick wooded forests. Aside
from the occasional whiff of exhaust from his father's Audi up ahead,
the smell was of clean and fresh air, like it was freshly minted by the
trees just for Matt.

Erica would point out the beautiful wildflowers at the base of the
trees and she became extra excited when Matt pointed out a family of
deer in the tree line. Delightfully, they passed the fields of sprawled
tents and then the parking lot for the RVs to get to their
arrangements. The 'cabin' was better than Matt could hope for. It took
an extra few minute to get to the cabin section of the park. The area
was secluded and gorgeous. There were about a dozen modest cabins that
surrounded a community cabin where there was electricity and running
water and community breakfasts were prepared.

They passed all of those buildings, took a curve around a bend in the
forest where they found their cabin. It was enormous. Considered a
cabin suite, it was easily larger than the cabin community's house and
had both electricity and running water. The one thing it didn't have
was the internet. They would have to go to the community building for
that, but Matt didn't mind. With no cell phone signal, he was happy to
put the past behind him and live in the moment. He was definitely ready
to start fresh and have a normal week with his family for once.

The relaxing evening with his family was not off to the greatest of
start as they had barely unpacked their things into the 3 separate
bedrooms when Matt's father had said something to set off Erica and the
next shouting match was already under way. Matt was following his
father's orders and staying in his room out of sight when he heard it
outside. Apparently, his dad had called Sharon stupid and now both
Sharon and his dad were yelling at Erica for calling her stepfather a,
"shit popsicle."

Matt laughed about that in his room for a while. He had gotten to know
Erica a little on the drive there. Between her and Jordan's fights they
chatted about different things. Matt was typically a bit shy when
talking to attractive women, but either because technically this woman
was his stepsister or because of his sexual accomplishments with two
other attractive ladies recently, his conversation skills were on
point.

Erica worked as a hair stylist- well, she ran the hair salon,
apparently, but was just being modest, according to Jordan. Erica was
funny and had an infectious laugh. The evening turned dark, and Matt
told Sharon he'd take his dinner in his room. His father didn't look up
from the TV as he passed. Matt hated he was doing what his father
wanted, but in truth it was what he wanted, too. To see as little of
him as possible. Erica apparently peaked in frustration as she was
involved in yet another argument with her husband. /I'm starting to
think her personality might just be too big for this family.../

Matt was lying on his bed in athletic shorts and some old t-shirt while
watching TV. It was nearly 11pm. He normally would stay awake until
2-3:00am playing video games or screwing around on the internet, but
since that wasn't an option, Matt was about to turn in out of boredom
when his door swung open. It opened with such ferocity that Matt nearly
fell off of his bed.

"I don't know if I can do 5 nights here," an exasperated Erica said. In
her hand was a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey that had already had a
few drinks missing from it. "Is it cool if I hangout here for a bit, I
can't stand my husband- or anyone, really. In fact, you're the only
cool person here, I think. Besides myself, of course," Erica closed the
door behind her with a small laugh, not waiting for Matt to respond.

"I... think you're cool too... even cooler now that you have jack
Daniels," Matt smiled. He stood up, feeling uncomfortable and not
knowing what to say. It felt shameful for some reason, but Matt
relished in the fact that Erica liked him and thought he was 'cool.' It
seemed child like to take pride in something so cavalier. Like he was
desperate for others approval.

Erica laughed and looked as though she just remembered the bottle was
in her hand. She unscrewed the top and took a large mouthful. Wincing,
she laughed as she bit through the taste and swallowed. When she held
it out, Matt didn't hesitate to take the bottle from her. She sat on
the ground cross-legged and Matt did the same after taking 2 long pulls
off the bottle. He must've handled the drinks better than it felt
because Erica made a face and covered her mouth as she giggled.

"Fuckn a. You must hate it here worse than I do," she said. Matt let
out a tense breath and felt his stomach shutter as he focused on not
burping the whiskey back up.

"You don't know the half of it."

Erica wore a black tank top that formed well to her luscious curves,
and it was impossible to not notice she didn't wear a bra. Her large
breasts fell to the side as she leaned to one side and the other. Matt
passed the bottle back to her, and he had to lean back on the bed frame
to stare at the ceiling to pretend he didn't see her vagina in the
gaping leg hole of her loose short shorts she wore.

"Are you kidding me?" Erica said and took another drink from the
bottle. Her eyes lit up with excitement. "I love talking shit about
people and places! Let's do it!"

Chapter Three

"I can see your arms shaking- you're about to fall, you know it. Just
give up!" Erica taunted. She did her best to keep from laughing or
crying, but Matt was the one who saw her arms shaking and heard the
pain in her voice.

"Believe what you want lady, look at your hand! You're like a leaf,"
Matt laughed.

"Lady! How dare you," Erica gasped and tried to hide the wince of pain
in her eyes. "I'm your sister!"

Matt laughed at the absurdity of the statement just as she did,
considering they pretty much just met. "Okay, sister. How much longer
can you go? Cause this is only minute 2."

Erica giggled in exhaustion at the sad news. Their conversation had
devolved over the last 90 minutes into a sort of challenge drinking
game. They were both next to another on the floor, holding the pushup
position. Somehow, during Erica's random discussion of her morning
workout routine, it had come up that Matt could hold the modified plank
position for 14 minutes. This quickly became the newest drinking game
that Erica was being demolished at.

With a last whimper of defeat, Erica collapsed and began rubbing her
shoulders and blowing on her hands. Matt, feeling an ample dose of Jack
Daniel's energy coursing through his blood, knocked out a few pushups
to highlight his victory.

"Ugh, I hate you!" Erica whined and pushed him over.

"Hate all you want, sister, but you gotta drink! You lost."

Erica gave him an evil eye as she poured a shot past her thick lips.
"Hm. That's right, I'm your big sister, aren't I? How old are you,
anyway? 13? 14?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Matt laid on his side. His head bobbled from the
haziness as he spoke. "I'm gunna need you to add like 10 years to these
numbers then subtract... however much many to make 18 years old."

Erica had to cover her mouth as some of the whiskey sprayed out as she
laughed, which only made Matt laugh harder. "You almost made me spit
everywhere," Erica warned.

Without a thought, Matt blurted out, "sorry, not a fan of spitters."

Erica's mouth went wide in shock, then she slapped Matt's shoulder and
squeaked a laugh. "You honestly are the only awesome one here right
now. My mom's so annoying and don't even get me started with your dad,"
Erica rolled her eyes.

"And what about your husband?"

"Fuck that guy!" Erica ignited. "He can go choke on a bag full of
fucking gummy dildo bears."

Matt couldn't help but smile at that. "sooo many questions but I won't
ask."

"Shut up..." Erica said and went silent. She laid back on the floor
beside Matt. "You don't seem best pals with your dad, either. Do you
like your daddy's planned vacation?" Erica asked, tucking her legs to
her side as she leaned in to ask.

"Fuck no," Matt groaned. "Fuck this place and fuck that asshole." Matt
growled louder than he intended. "You need to tell your mom to leave
that douchebag. She's waay too nice for him."

"God, I've given up trying," Erica rolled her eyes as she collapsed
beside him so she was lying a healthy distance away from him. "She has
the worst taste in men... no offense..."

Matt threw his hands in the air, "I just called him a douchebag, you
think I'll be offended?"

Erica giggled, "good point." She turned her head and their eyes caught
each other for a long moment. This was by far the longest and most open
conversation Matt had had with Erica, and he was enjoying how easy it
was. The alcohol helped, but it was more than that. Both she and he
were plagued with problems in their personal life and we're enjoying
this escape. This unfiltered experience solidified a trust at the
moment between the two of them.

The laughter and smiles that were shared between them slowly
disappeared, and the air changed. Almost in a trance, Erica stared at
Matt as her lips whispered, "I hate my husband." She said it as if she
was confessing to murder. Like she couldn't say it any louder for fear
of her making it real. All of a sudden, Erica wasn't just a new friend
Matt was enjoying a drink with. This was an admission of trust. She was
saying something to him she could barely say to herself, he knew.

Matt felt the silence linger for a moment as he processed her words.
Before she spoke again, Matt blurted out, "I hate my dad." Erica stared
blankly at him. The words were just there between them. There was
nothing to be done about them. Even saying them out loud did nothing to
weaken their truth. "He... he controls everything about me. About my
life. Everyone around me in my life is around because of him. They- i
just- I don't know. I feel alone."

Sadness grew on Erica's face. She looked like she was lying beside a
puppy and was fighting the urge to scoop it up. A moment passed and
Erica leaned forward and took a rough swallow from the whiskey bottle,
handed it to Matt, who took it and also took a long pull from it. Matt
smacked his lips as the bite stung his tongue and cheeks.

"Jordan doesn't touch me," she said softly. She turned her head to look
at the ceiling. With her lying on her back, her tank top riding up and
revealing her belly button. The thin gold pendant necklace around her
neck fell to the side and the small dog pendant on the end seemed to
stare at Matt. "Like. Ever. Our child is 2 and a half years old and we
haven't even slept in the same bed in over 3 years."

The sniffles and throat clearing stifled any tears that wanted to
escape Erica. She took a deep breath and Matt never imagined life was
like that for them. Online or even out in public, Erica and Jordan
seemed so happy. Sure, they fight and argue plenty in private, but he
just assumed that's married life.

/You argue, you make up, and you move on./

"And I haven't gone online or seen anybody or anything. I could've
easily but I didn't cheat or nothing. But he has," Erica's demeanor
darkened as she pointed to the ceiling like she imagined she was
pointing at Jordan. "I saw his text messages a few months ago. It was
to some slut in his office. And pictures. Then videos on his computer.
He's such a fucking prick."

"He sounds like a piece of shit," Matt agreed. "I mean I always was
annoyed with him because he's kinda a dick-" Erica giggled to herself
as she twisted towards Matt so she could take back the fifth of
whiskey. "But when he's doing that when he's got a family and
everything... Why have you left him? You'd get a bunch of money from
him, wouldn't ya?"

Erica coughed at a hard drink of whiskey and groaned a little as she
wiped her lips free from the remnants. "I'm too much a pussy..." her
words slurred heavily as she let her head bobble on her shoulders. "Too
much a pussy to cheat on him, too much a pussy to leave him..."

A Step Apart Ch. 04

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-04

A visit from the sister-in-law complicates the family trip.

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"I don't think you are," Matt said, turning to his side and giving her
a smile. He took the bottle back and took a long drink that nearly
emptied the bottle and made him clench his teeth until the bite left.
"You look pretty brave from where I'm looking."

Perhaps if Matt wasn't so drunk, he would have put the pieces together
when Erica leaned over closer on her side and smiled back at him. Her
ample and overflowing breasts pouring out the top of her tank top as
she eyed him with her rosy cheeks. Matt was enjoying their freshly
platonic conversation. This camping trip, which was to be an escape
from the city, was a great escape from the complicated relationships he
had made with his other family. Matt was using this time wisely to
clear his head and think about how he would undo the problems he
created.

When he was complimenting Erica on her bravery in his barely lucid
state, he was referring to her ability to break up and divorce that
cheating piece of shit husband. So Matt thought nothing of him saying
that while his shirt was bunched high on his body revealing his v cut
hips and hard abdominal muscles, while giving a long smile at his
stepsister.

"You're right," Erica finally said as she sat up. "Maybe I am brave
enough to cheat." When Erica's lips pushed into Matt's the utter
confusion and shock hit him first. Her breasts pressed into his chest
as her hand playfully gripped at the front of his shirt. Matt pulled
away wide eyed and speechless, but he couldn't go far because of the
bed frame behind him.

"Erica- why- what are you doing?" Matt stuttered as Erica's hands were
pulling at his athletic shorts waist band as she crawled to his waist
like a lioness on the prowl.

"Shhh... keep your voice down," Erica laughed, ignoring that she almost
had his shorts and boxers down his thighs.

"Wait wait wait, hold on," Matt protested, pulling his shorts back up.

This can't be happening right now. This- it's impossible not another
step sister not so soon after all this other mess I've created. I can't
let this happen. It'll just be another complication I will have to deal
with.

"Hold on hold on. Let's talk about this. This is- we just- wait..."
Matt begged, but it felt as though an animal had possessed Erica. She
giggled and bit her lip as she picked and pulled at his shorts,
ignoring his protests.

"What? It's not like we're real brother and sister- we've seen each
other like 3 times," Erica mused as her face teased over Matt's. Her
hand finally found an avenue into his boxer and she didn't seem
surprised when her hand grasped his half hard cock as they laid limp on
his thigh.

"What are you doing?" Matt covered his eyes with one hand and shook his
head in disbelief. At the same time he felt Erica's soft, warm hand
coax his shaft hard with soft and firm pumps of his cock. "I can't- I
can't believe this is is happening. You don't- mmm."

In a sudden burst of moisture and pleasure, Matt felt the thick lips of
his step sister plunge around the head of his cock. It caused his hand
to fall from his face as he was overwhelmed by the feeling. Erica's
eyes were squinted and focused on Matt's face as her tongue and lips
worked wonders on his shaft. She combed her auburn hair over the side
of her shoulder as she slobbered over his cock.

The feeling she was able to elicit while giving her blowjob was
different and more powerful than he'd felt before. Her mouth was so
wet, and she did something with her tongue on the bulb of his cock that
made him flex and fight not to moan like she was moaning on his cock.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, she stuffed the entire
length of his shaft down her throat. Erica's eyes were wide and watery
as she focused on the moment. Matt's head rocked back as he groaned
until she relented and gasped a slurping sound as her lips lifted from
his shaft.

"How about now? You want to fuck me now?" Erica asked innocently
enough. She even stuck her lower lips out a little like she was pouting
all the while. Her hand pumped his cock ruthlessly. Matt had to focus
on not letting his thoughts get away from him, as she had already
gotten him close to the edge once. "It's kinda hot the whole stepsister
thing, huh?"

Matt attempted to get to his knees so he could get Erica on her back,
but Erica stopped him pushing him onto his back. Erica pealed her
pajama pants off, revealing short pubic hairs which Matt barely saw as
she quickly straddled him. Looking down on him she pulled her tank top
off with both hands and Matt saw her massive breasts fall and jiggle to
her chest as they dangled over her. Matt felt his cock instantly flex
and Erica moaned as his shaft pressed expectantly into her pussy lips.

"Mmmm... someone wants in his sister, doesn't he? Huh?" Erica whispered
behind a seductive smile. Her hand groping his shaft gently. Her hips
swirled circles on the head and shaft of his member as her mouth opened
and closed every time his head brushed her clit. "Yeah... do you want
to go inside me? Say it."

"Yes, I want- I want inside you," Matt groaned as he bit his lip. His
palms rubbed the length of her thighs up and down.

Erica giggled to herself as if pleased with the new trick he was
taught. "Say, 'I want to fuck you sister.'"

Matt flinched at her request, wondering if she was making fun of him,
but her eyes turned stern when he didn't respond. "I want to fuck you,
sister."

With a lasting moan, Erica closed her eyes to enjoy the full effect of
his words as she sat back on the head of his cock. "Ohhh yess..." she
sighed. Her hands rising to her swaying breasts, she winced as she let
his cock go deeper. "Ooooh yes, fuck your sister just like that. Oh!"

Erica raised up and down on his cock, making an almost pained sound.
She started to bounce on him and as she did, her heavy breasts bounced
with her smacking down to her stomach just as she raised up again.
"Fuck. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck your sister good!" Erica cried out. She bit
her lip as she dropped her thick ass up and down on his shaft.

"Mmm," Matt winced, flexing his chest as he focused on lasting as long
as he could. He went to grab at her luscious breasts and she smacked
his hands away. With a smile tucked in the corner of her lips she
leaned forward as she continued to bounce on his cock. Her face inches
above his as her tits swayed between them nearly hitting her chin.

"You want to feel mommy's tits?"

"Yes," Matt grunted. Her warm pussy felt so good on his cock. He knew
he could lose it at any moment.

"Yes, what?" Erica raised an eyebrow.

"Nng- yes sister."

"Good- ahha! boy," Erica gasped. Matt scooted his feet back so he could
bridge his hips and begin fucking hi step sister faster. The tease was
becoming too much. "Yess! Yes- ohhhh don't stop!" She cried. Her head
arching backwards as she moaned almost too loud. "Squeeze my nipples.
Pinch my fucking nipples ahaaa!"

Matt's hands groped and lifted her large, fat tits. His fingers
clamping down on her nipples hard, which made her squirm and cry out.
He mashed her tits together and twisted harder on her nipple, which
only made her moan louder until she had to cover her mouth. Tears
tucked in the corner of her eyes moaned for more.

"Fuck your sister harder, just like that! Don't stop don't stop don't
you fucking stop! Oh my godddd!" Erica cried out.

Matt clamped his hand over hers on her mouth when her moans got out of
hand. He watched her eyes roll back into her head as she clenched on
his cock and writhed. Her entire body was shaking as she gasped for
breath.

Matt was getting dangerously close to his hands, moved to her hips as
she continued to ride him.

"Oh my god, baby, you just made your fucking sister cum so fucking
hard. Ohhh, mmm..." Erica bit her lip as she watched Matt wince and
squirm underneath her. "Oh, are you close to cumming? Now that your
dirty fucking sister just came on your cock, you want to cum? Do it.
Cum on your sister's ass."

Matt felt her pussy clench again on his shaft and her fat tots brushed
his chest as she sat on his cock faster, humping him. "Oh fuck, cum for
me baby, cum all over your sister's fucking ass!"

At the last moment, Matt pulled her ass free just as he came and felt
her thick ass cheek grind down his shaft as he shot his hot web of cum
down her ass crack.

"Mmmmmmm... yes.... good boy..." Erica cooed as she wiggles off of him.
"Now, keep quiet about this fun for now. Mmkay?" Erica gave Matt a kiss
on his cheek as she pulled her tank top back on. "Get some sleep baby
brother." Erica gave him a wink as she crawled onto the bed and turned
off the light. Again, Matt was left naked feeling used and cum covered
with life, only getting more complicated and not simpler.

Chapter Four

The next day went by absurdly normal, which was becoming the new norm
for him. One night of erotic chaos only to be followed by days of
ridiculous boringness where he and everyone else have to pretend life
is normal. It was an oddity he no longer enjoyed. In fact, it made him
want to smash everything into tiny pieces.

He was the last to wake the following morning. Matt fell asleep on the
floor where his step sister had left him. When he woke, he was covered
in a blanket and had a pillow under his head he didn't remember
retrieving.

In the kitchen/dining room area Erica sat feeding her baby boy, Jordan
jr., while Jordan sr. Sat brooding in the living room with the tv on
and an ESPN magazine in his lap. Matt gave him an innocent enough smile
as he walked by, but it was only answered with a suspicious head nod.

Matt knew he didn't know what happened between his wife and Matt, but
that wouldn't stop him from suspecting. But Erica was Matt's step
sister, that alone should quell any worries, Matt thought.

Sharon was in the kitchen scrubbing dishes. She was wearing an old
baggy t-shirt and had her hair up in a messy bun. "Oh, you're up! Good!
I was just making breakfast. Are you hungry, hun?"

"Yeah, starving, actually," Matt said. Erica looked up and gave him a
brief smile before returning her attention to her son.

"Perfect!" Sharon exclaimed. "I'll get some eggs going. Your father had
some work to do. So, um- he's at the cabin social center using the
internet. He should be back soon, though."

"Hopefully not," Matt meant to say this under his breath, but Erica
stole a glance at him and Sharon paused briefly as if she heard it as
well, but then pretended to hear nothing.

Matt enjoyed his bacon and eggs while lost in a stare out the scenic
sliding glass door. The open fields of grass and hills to the woods
beyond were quite serene. The others took their time, and each took
turns using their one bathroom to shower and change. Matt remained at
the table, processing nothing and just trying to enjoy the moment. His
eyes watched near a patch of thick brush near the glass door where
small wildlife like rabbits and skunks poked out then disappeared. He
even swore he saw a deer at one point. Maybe it was a skinny person,
Matt couldn't be sure, but something moved some tall branches in the
tree line.

The day ended up being the best one of the entire vacation. His father
was gone, of course, the entire day and didn't return until long after
they went to sleep. No one ever would question him about it, because no
one ever challenged him in anything.

Matt didn't care, though. The first half of the day, Jordan stayed
distant from everyone. Still stewing over his and Erica's fight and
Erica sleeping in Matt's room. But after he had some time to pout, he
finally straightened things out enough to watch some movies with them
all that evening. Erica cuddled up in her husband's lap on one of the
couches and stole mischievous smiles at Matt the entire night.

Before that though, Sharon had suggested to Erica and Matt for them to
go on a little hike together. Jordan sr., still perturbed, declines and
said he'd stay behind with Jordan jr. for their walk.

"I heard there's a trail up this way, it's nothing too crazy," Sharon
said. "That's what they told me," she laughed. "I don't know what that
means- if that means it's not hilly or there's no bears."

"Uh- no bears should be a requisite for all these damn trailers,
especially for what we're paying," Erica warned.

"Oh, Erica please, it's a camping trip. Nature comes with camping," her
mother added. "But yeah, there better not being any bears."

Matt followed behind the two as they walked up a small hill on a single
lane trail. The woods weren't very thick but the twisting path kept
everyone in line. It was easy to see how similar both Erica and her
mother Sharon were. They were about the same short stature and with a
curvy hour-glass figure. While Erica carried most of her motherhood
weight in her breasts, Sharon had it in her thick and curvy butt. Matt
did his best not to stare at it as Erica was making it a habit of
sending occasional seductive looks back his way along the hike, but
Matt did love a thick butt.

They spent about 20 minutes walking up and down moderate hills and
wading through thick brush until they arrived at the first man-made
thing they'd seen in a while. There was a wooden bench surrounded by a
well-tended to garden. The garden of flowers was quite beautiful.
Filled with royal blue flower pedals, tall orange and red ferns and
yellow tulips- at least, that's what Matt guessed. He knew little about
flowers.

There was a sign describing the different plant species, but Matt
enjoyed just looking at them over ruining their beauty with words.
Sharon and Erica took a seat and chatted about Jordan jr. for a while.
They asked if Matt wanted to sit, but he wasn't tired. As one of his
high school's top football players, this walk was nothing to him in
terms of exhaustion. He was used to 2 and 3 a day workout most summers,
so he felt more than a little restless this summer.

/Maybe that's why I've been sleeping with every woman in my life I'm
not supposed to. That's right, blame the fact of you weren't recruited
to ball at any of the colleges as an excuse for your fucked-up
situation./

"...what about you, Matt? You coming?"

Matt shook his head free from the stare he had been holding on the
flowers for what seemed like hours. Erica was talking to him.

"I'm sorry, What?" Matt said, feeling a clench in his chest when he saw
both Erica and Sharon staring expectantly at him, unsure of what they
had been talking about. It didn't help that they both started laughing,
finding how oblivious he was just hilarious.

"Oh, hun, you're so spacey sometimes," Sharon laughed, wiping a tear
from the corner of her eyes. "I was saying my knees aren't too excited
about going up that next trail." She pointed at the continuation of the
trail that was on a much more slanted hill and disappeared in thick
brush quickly. "I'm probably heading back, Erica here, the trooper, is
thinking of going farther. You going with her?"

"Hey, I don't get a lot of toddler-free time, plus I'm kinda liking
this outdoor thing," Erica shrugged.

"Sure, I'll go for a bit more," Matt nodded.

"Of course he will," Sharon sighed as she stood. "Look at him! He's
built like an Olympian or something!" Sharon gave him an innocent smile
as she patted his triceps while passing. Erica just gave Matt a
seductive smile as her foot on her crossed leg bounced about. "Make
sure you're back before 5pm. I'm making dinner!"

Sharon disappeared down the path back towards the cabins and after
several seconds, Erica gave a simple tap on the bench where Sharon had
once sat. Matt sat down and saw Erica's interest turn to him. Her body
turned towards him as she circled loops in her long hair with her
finger, playfully.

"Soo..." Matt rubbed the thighs of his jeans uncomfortably.

"So," Erica replied with a smile. "You're pretty quiet today."

"Maybe I'm just a quiet guy. Seems like you and Jordan made up, some,"
Matt probed.

Erica nodded with a smile, "we did... some. Well, you know I'm now a
cheater. Just like him." Erica palmed Matt's hand and bringing it to
her cheek. "Except he definitely slept with a lot more women and many
more times than I did." She pushed her cheek into his hand, closing her
eyes for a mom. When her eyes opened again, there was mischief boiled
in them. "I might not be able to compete with him in a number of
different people, but..." Erica pushed Matt's middle finger deep in her
mouth. Her lips were tight to it as she sucked on it. Her teeth dragged
on the meat of his finger as she pushed it in and out of her lips.

Erica eyed Matt's eyes, watching his every expression as she tongued
his finger. Then, when she finally pulled it out and breathed in a deep
breath, she gave him a smile. "You like that, don't ya? See... I knew
you were hard last night, but did you feel how wet I was?" She pushed
her finger up the skirt of her dress and Matt felt the squishy wetness
of her pussy lips as Erica guided him inside here. "Ohh ahh..." Erica
moaned.

Matt had little to think about at this point. They had already had sex
once and there was no going back from that. Doesn't really matter how
many times they do it at this point. He scooted closer to her on the
bench and took control of his hand that fingered his stepsister. His
entire arm disappeared under her sundress as he pumped her pussy lips.
Her right hand brushed his forearm as he fingered her, but her left
hand clapped the back of Matt's neck and pulled his lips to hers. Matt
kissed her long and deep. He felt her thick breasts pressing against
his chest as she leaned back against the bench and moaned into him.

"Mmmhhm Mmmmhm," she hummed as Matt slid a 2nd finger between her pussy
lips. "Mmm... suck on my neck, baby." Erica said, breaking from the
kiss and Matt did. His tongue and lips started at her lower ear lobe
and slowly worked down her neck. His palm was slick with juices by the
time he made it down to her chest. "Ohhh gah...ohhh my... fuck!" Erica
rubbed down the side of her own breasts and pulled both of them free
from the neck of her dress.

Matt's lips messily kissed and sucked down the fat of her breast. He
saw the stretch marks made from when her breasts had grown and filled
with milk during motherhood. The closer he came to her nipple, the more
sensitive she was. When Matt let his tongue drag across her hard
nipple, he could feel her push her chest out- just begging for more.
"Ohhh yesss... fuck me... finger fuck your fucking sister. Mmmm lick
those fucking milf tits...ahhhh!" Erica cried out. Matt wrapped his
lips around her nipple and sucked hard. Erica's moans turned to
whimpers as her breath heaved in and out.

Letting his two fingers inside her press deep and prod at her G spot,
Matt's thumb smeared circles over his stepsister's wet clitoris. "Oohh
fuck, Oh my g- Don't stop don't stop don't stop! Mmmmmm!" His lips
sucked hard and his tongue vibrated on her nipple harder and faster
until he felt her thighs, now slick with her juices and sweat, they
tensed and flexed around his hand. Matt felt the inside of her pussy
swallow his fingers as she came hard. "Oooohhmygod yes, yes!"

Erica's hand went to work unbuckling Matt's jeans but Matt felt too
exposed. He grabbed her hands and looked around, "no- what if someone
comes down the trail?"

"Who's coming down the trail? This is a hiking path just for this
suite. Besides, isn't it a little more exciting not knowing if you're
going to get caught?"

If Matt had a chance to answer, he would have said no. No, it was not.
But her hands moved quick and were already pumping his shaft as she
peeled the boxers down his thighs. Her lips pressed against his as she
clamored on top of him. Her massive tits still spilling out the top of
her sundress, she tucked his growing erection under her skirt like it
was a secret she was hiding.

With her leg up and over his hips, he felt her drag his engorged head
along her wet voluptuous pussy lips. Any doubts that lingered in his
mind were pushed out by the desire to be inside his stepsister. To feel
her squeeze her tight pussy lips around his shaft and choke on his
cock. He pushed forward to kiss her harder and Erica retreated,
teasingly drawing him up from the bench.

A Step Apart Ch. 04

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-04

A visit from the sister-in-law complicates the family trip.

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"Come here, little brother," Erica whispered and hithered him forward
with a seductive finger, while lightly stroking his shaft.

Summoned to his feet, Matt staggered as his ankles were still caught in
his shoes and pants. Erica guided him away from the bench so she could
maneuver to it. Flipping up the skirt of her dress grabbed a hold of
the back of the bench and popped her ass out towards him like a servant
serving a meal. With narrowed eyes and an angled smile, she looked over
her shoulder, "come on little brother... come fuck your big sister..."
she said with a shrug.

Chapter Five

It was such an absurd scene, Matt thought, to anyone who would walk
upon them. A quaint oasis of grass, flowers, and a bench in the middle
of the trail. And then there was Matt with his pants around his ankles
and with his curvy stepsister bent over a bench with her dress flipped
over her back.

With his hand sliding up the small of Erica's back, Matt bunched the
back of her dress between her shoulder blades as he fed the bulb head
of his cock between the engorged and wet pussy lips that ached for him.
When he pierced inside her, Erica let out an inaudible sigh and tossed
her head back in ecstasy. His shaft entered her like a knife in warm
butter, and her pussy melted around him. When he pulled out his hand
gripped a handful of her sundress and roughly pulled back as he pushed
forward and rammed inside her.

"Ahhh fuck yes, fuck me baby," Erica cried. His left hand circled
warmly on her left ass cheek, squeezing and pulling on it as he slowly
but firmly pushed into Erica's pussy. With each thrust Erica released a
squeaking whimper. Like she was fighting to hold it in, but just
couldn't. Matt jerked back on the handful of her dress as he fucked her
over and over. The sound of his body smacking into her made a steady
clapping sound like a beat. "Yessss..." Erica groaned. "I've never been
fucked like this before... don't fucking stop." She said over her
shoulder.

Matt focused on his breathing and clearing his mind so he wouldn't lose
his focus and cum too early. Everything about Erica's body language
begged for him to fuck her harder, faster, to be rougher. Like she was
silently pleading for it, but Matt had yet to try anything too
adventurous, not truly. He tested the waters with a relatively safe
spanking. His left hand clapped down on her left ass cheek. "Mmmm..."
she purred as she pushed her ass out into him. Nearly knocking him off
balance. He smacked again, this time harder, and Erica let out a yelp
of approval. "Oh, fuck yes, harder!" Matt obliged, this time spanking
her ass 3 times so even his palm felt a bite of the sting. "Ahhhh yes!
Oh, yeah...I think... I'm-"

He spanked her again, and she gasped, sucking down air as he fucked
her. "Oh fuck, I'm gunna... I'm cumming... I'm fucking cumming!" She
cried. Matt kept his pace steady but hard. He bit his lip flexed,
bucking his hips into hers. Watching her ass jiggle as he slammed into
her. "Oh shiiit, yesss!" Matt felt Erica's warm, wet pussy clench on
his shaft as she spasmed before him. Her whole body seized as Matt
spanked her ass more and she pressed her ass back against him.

When Erica finally took a deep breath and sighed a coo of relief, Matt
picked up the pace. He moved his hands to either side of her ass and
dug his fingers into the meat of her cheeks as she jerked them back
towards him. "Ahhh! Jesus..." Erica cried out. Matt's balls smacked
against the back of her thighs as he pounded into her faster. She
looked back at her little brother, wide eyed and shocked. Like she was
in a state of utter lack of control. All she could do was breathe her
short-panting breaths.

"Yes. Fuck yes! Fuck your fucking big sister," she moaned. "Fuck my
pussy raw! Oh, baby- ahh... don't you fucking stop." Matt had to groan
as he fought the urge to shoot his load inside his milf sister right
now. With her turned looking back at him he could see her massive tits
pulled out the neck of her dress. They bounced wildly and clapped
together with each rough buck of his hips.

Matt snatched a fistful of her brown hair and pulled it back hard,
forcing her to look forward and her head to pull over her back with her
hair. "Ahhhhhahhh oh my fucking goddd!" Erica cried out and took a deep
ragged breath. "Je-sus-fu-ck-ing-chr-ist!" she screamed each syllable
out.

The edge was coming. He was so close. The slick juices that poured out
of Erica's pussy let him piston in and out of her vagina as fast and as
hard as he could. He squeezed and contorted her body to his and she
loved every minute of being used. She moaned and screamed for more.
Erica must've heard his groans and sensed he was close. She screamed,
"Fuck that fucking pussy, yes! Squeeze my tits! Squeeze my fucking
tits, baby!" Matt released her hair and slid his hand around her waist.
He felt the soft meat of her bouncing breast and mashed it to her
chest. "That's it- oh fuck! Cum inside me- oh god! Please cum inside
your fucking sister. Please baby, fill me up!" His fingers clamping
down on her nipple as he felt himself lose it.

Erica looked over her shoulder. An intense and pained expression
breaking across her face as she screamed, "oh my god- I'm cumming I'm
cumming I'm cumming!" Matt's lips pressed into her back as he bucked
his hips and rammed his hard-long shaft deep inside his step sister as
the muscles in his shaft contracted and seized. The explosion of cum
shot inside Erica's pussy and filled her full of Matt's spunk.

Matt's body spooned over the bench against Erica's body. They both
panted and moaned slightly. The moment was a surreal dive into the past
month. Like an out of body experience that allowed him to not only see
himself rubbing the top of Erica's ass cheeks but also him fucking his
stepmom Amy in her car at the grocery store parking lot. Or him fucking
his stepsister every weekend for a month. It was in that he realized
how unbelievable and twisted his life had become.

In that moment, Matt could see so clearly the path he had traveled. It
was like a light had shined on this previously darkened road he walked.
His senior year had been a blur of excitement until it turned him into
a disappointment. The possibility of playing football in college and
receiving a scholarship was like a dream. To be out from under the
financial thumb of his father was all she wanted. But the reality of
hearing the truth from each interested university was too much. One by
one, they sent him letters and emails saying what his father had told
him many times growing up.

/No one wanted me./ The thrill of hooking up with his step relatives
was like an escape for him, but really, it was more of the same. Erica
was using him to get back at her cheating husband, Amy was just using
him for sex, and /Stephanie he basically coerced into sleeping with
him./

After a few moments Matt separated from Erica and went to pull his
pants up. She fixed her dress and straightened herself out. "I can feel
you dripping out of me," she giggled, giving him a wink. When Matt had
his pants buckled, he sat on the bench and Erica looked back at him.
"Are you not coming back?"

"I'll be there in a minute," Matt smiled.

"I'll see ya there," Erica said with a shrug and walked back down the
path towards their cabin.

Matt wanted to just be alone for a minute.

Chapter Six

The next couple of days went by relatively normal. Erica and Jordan had
found their momentary peace and bonded with Sharon and Matt's father
over Jordan Jr. even though Erica and his father had put their fight to
the side to play nice for the remaining days of their sentence
together. Matt did his best to remain a ghost. He lied and told the
others he was sick and spent most of his time in his bedroom or
wandering the woods alone. He didn't mind. After his revelation, he
found it more and more trying to be around his family.

Erica never stayed the night in his bedroom again. But each night in
the middle of the night while the others slept, she'd sneak in and
climb under the covers next to Matt. She'd jerk him off in his boxers
and he'd return the favor, fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit
until she had to bite down on a pillow to keep from screaming as she
came. By the 5th and final night at the cottage, it had become an
expected routine.

It was near 3:00am when he heard his door open quietly and close again.
Matt stared outside his window at the thick brush of bushes and trees.
He never closed his blinds since they were so far out in the country as
it was. It was a full moon so he could see every time the wind blew the
leaves this way or that.

"Hey stranger," Erica whispered as she crawled under the blanket behind
him. "Whatchya looking at?" Her cold feet wrapped around his as he felt
her hands slide into the back of his boxers and round to the front.

"Nothing," Matt said, looking over his shoulder with a smile. "You're
later than usual." Erica's fingers wrapped around his limp shaft and
began pumping life into it. He became hard quickly and soon her entire
hand jerked his shaft.

"Mmm... it's our last night here," Erica said as Matt turned to his
back and she pulled his boxers off completely. "I had to think of a
special thing to give you as a goodbye gift."

"Mm- and what's that?"

Amber pulled a stray strand of hair behind her ear that hadn't found
its way into her ponytail. She leaned forward, kissing and licking the
head of Matt's cock slowly. Breathing hard from her nose, she slid his
shaft down her lips and tongue. He could feel the base of his shaft
depressing her tongue the deeper he went. Slowly and methodically, she
slid her mouth up and down on his shaft. The pressure he felt on his
head was incredible.

The feeling was so good it lingered on the back of his throat as his
head rolled to the back of his head. Erica moaned on his shaft as she
still pumped the base of his cock while sucking on the tip. Matt
grabbed the base of her ponytail and rocked her head up and down on his
shaft, slowly face fucking her wet, thick lips.

Matt moaned. Erica wasn't wearing anything sexy. She had short shorts
on and an old white t-shirt, but he could see she wasn't wearing any
bra underneath it. Her heavy tits swayed and bounced beneath it and he
could see her hard nipples pointing out from it. He reached down with
his other hand and groped at one of her breasts. Taking a handful
through her shirt made Erica moan more.

Eager to give Matt what he wanted, Erica quickly pulled her shirt off
as she lifted off Matt's cock. Her tit's lifted and fell on her chest,
bouncing as they did. She grabbed Matt's hand and pulled it to her bare
breast. "You like that, baby? Hmm? You like your sister's fucking
tits?"

Pumping his shaft hard, he was near cumming. His head oozed pre-cut and
when she went back down on him, she took his head into her mouth,
bobbing up and down. Mashing her tits together around the base of his
shaft. The head of his cock jabbed the back of her throat as she
deepthroats him.

Matt groaned again and Erica's eyes locked with his as she covered his
shaft in saliva. The warm wet feeling overtook him and he felt his
balls flex and his cock seize, flexing into her jaws as Matt shot warm
spunk into his sister's mouth and she swallowed it with a moaning hum.

With Matt's head tilted back, he slowly opened his eyes as he regained
control of his breathing. Erica's lips were still sliding up and down
his shaft, cleaning every inch. Matt's vision caught the flutter of
movement to his left, and he looked out the window. In the cool
moonlight, a frozen figure stared perfectly still watching him getting
his dick sucked by his stepsister through the glass. Her blond hair was
draped over her bare shoulders on the revealing tank top she wore.

When Stephanie, his other stepsister, realized she had been found, a
twist of shock and fear merged in her eyes as she took off running from
sight around the cabin.

"Mmmm... tasted yummy... did you like that baby?" Erica mused, looking
up at him with a smile. Matt tensed and for a second, didn't know what
to say or do. Erica hadn't seen Stephanie spying on them and he didn't
know how to tell her, so he just pretended not to have seen her.

"Mmm very much," he said.

Erica smiled, rolling on to her back and spreading her legs. "My turn."

Matt crawled to his knees, going between her thighs, but his mind raced
elsewhere.

/Why was Stephanie here? How did she know where I was? What was she
doing looking through my window at 3:00am?/

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female%20orgasm; moaning; dirty%20talk

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