A Step Apart Ch. 06

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: stepsister, stepmom, stepbrother, stepson, female_orgasm,
creampie, rough_sex, fingering

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-06


https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-06

Matt&#x27;s story with his horny step family concludes.

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Chapter One

"Oh, fuck me... fuck me... shit!" Erica whispered. She covered her
mouth when a squeak of a moan broke free, just louder than a murmur.
Matt had her bent over the shared bathroom sink. The loudest sound in
the room was either Erica's panting or the clapping of their bodies as
he fucked her from behind. Her hair was pulled back in a messy fistful
by his left hand. He bucked his hips, so his cock removed nearly all
the way in and crammed back inside her slick pussy lips. They had the
shades drawn on the cabin bathroom window, but still peaks of morning
sunlight made it through and shined across Erica's shoulder and her
breasts as they bounced about in front of her.

Erica nearly tripped over Matt while she dragged him into this bathroom
as the rest of the family packed their things up for the drive back to
Chicago. Most of the family were outside making the last trips to the
car before leaving, while Matt stared at Erica's squinted eyes and open
mouth in the mirror. He watched her large tits clap together as he
fucked her harder and harder with each thrust and the breathy cries
took hold as he knew she was near cumming.

Her fists clung to the edge of the bathroom sink with all of her might
as her entire body rocked and shook with each fuck of their hips.
"Shiiiit..." Erica gasped as Matt's fingers dug into her thick hips.

"Erica? You in there?" Jordan's voice boomed through the bathroom door,
accompanied by a knock on the door.

Matt felt his heart freeze in time and Erica shot up straight in a
panic. They both turned to the door in time to see the doorknob turn.
Matt pulled free from Erica and scrambled to get his pants up from
around his ankles, but in his haste, he nearly fell over into the
shower. When the flimsy thumb lock on the doorknob handle held despite
Erica's husband's attempts to get inside, both Matt and Erica stopped
moving Erica's hands shot up to Matt and told him to relax.

"Yeah, I'm here," Erica replied. There was a brief silence followed by
the relaxing of the doorknob as Jordan released it.

"Can you let me in? I need to get my overnight bag," Jordan asked
flatly. With no edge in his voice that hinted at any suspicion. Erica
sighed a deep breath and smiled. She was leaning her bare butt up
against the countertop. Her palm clapped against her bare chest as she
began to breathe again.

"I'm almost finished I'll grab it for you when I'm done, /honey/,"
Erica smiled mischievously as she grabbed the stomach of Matt's t-shirt
and pulled him towards her. Matt shook his head protesting, but her
palm was already massaging the firmness back into his shaft as she
leaned back on the countertop.

"Alright, thanks."

Erica fed the tip of Matt's cock into her pussy lips as she spread her
legs wide, "no- hm, problem," she said, wincing. Matt felt the warm
wetness swallow his shaft as he pierced inside her. Closing his eyes,
he shook his head in disbelief. A cool sweat still clung to the back of
his neck from almost being caught and he just now heard the footsteps
and sound of Jordan walking away.

Erica nodded her head, encouraging Matt to finish as she cupped her
hand around the back of his neck, pulling her tight to him. Matt
mouthed the words, 'no no no stop,' the closer his face came to Erica's
bust. She only smiled with her thick lips and nodded a seductive yes
until she kissed him. Her lips were wet and smooth, and her tongue slid
into his mouth, lapping at his tongue and the roof of his mouth. She
hummed a small moan inside of his mouth and coaxed him into returning
to hump her slowly.

Matt's hands slid up her waist and back down to the top of her ass
while he pulled himself out and pushed back in. Erica released a small,
high-pitched squeal with every pump of her pussy. Her thighs closed
around Matt's bare ass and she looked up as Matt kissed Erica's neck
and sucked on her shoulder. The pace quickened and Erica started to cry
out in a pant. Panicked, Matt covered her mouth with his hand, which
only made her moan more.

Erica's tits bounced wildly between them as Matt's cock pumped her
pussy harder. The breathing was out of control as it pushed and pulled
from Erica's nose. Erica spread her legs wider to get every inch of
Matt inside her. Her ankles bobbed lifelessly on either side of Matt.

Matt's right hand gripped her ass roughly as he forced himself inside
her again and again. Suddenly, Erica's legs clapped together around
Matt's body. He saw her eyes flirt with the back of her head as her
body tensed. Matt's hand slid up and gripped her fat breast hard,
squeezing it and her pussy contracted on his cock. Matt's hand did
little to quell the forced and guttural moans that escaped Erica's
lips. Her thighs trembled wildly.

Finally, letting himself go, Matt pulled himself out of Erica and shot
spurts of his hot cum over the top of her waist and belly. Releasing a
long and heavy breath as he did.

He rolled his fingers off of Erica's lips as she cleaned herself off
with a bunch of paper towel. Erica giggled silently and cooed as she
wiped her pussy down. Without words they pulled their clothes on and
before she turned to leave, Erica wrapped her arm around Matt's neck
and gave him a long-wet kiss, then mouthed the words, 'thank you.'

Matt thought that was strange. It was like he had just shopped at her
store or changed a tire for her. She was thanking him for his services.

Erica unlocked the door, but at the last minute turned around and
pulled out a small black leather bag from under the sink. She gave Matt
a funny wink and went outside. Down the hall Matt heard her say, "here
you go, honey."

And Jordan replied, "thanks," before giving her a kiss.

Chapter Two

The drive home was an awkward, silent one. Matt hadn't paid enough
attention to his parents to notice them fighting, but the feel of the
silence that lingered between them was palpable. He remembered bits and
pieces of arguments between them throughout the week. A lot of his
father, Tom, yelling at his stepmother, Sharon, over something being
her fault. Sharon told my dad that he needed to get tested. Matt didn't
mind the awkward silence. At least he didn't have to make pleasant
small talk with his stepmother or hear whatever venom his father was
brewing.

Matt listened to his headphones as he watched his dad pass cars, one
after another. He couldn't focus on much. Ever since he saw Stephanie
outside his window, he'd tried to convince himself it wasn't her, but
then it would be even more creepy that a stranger was watching him have
sex outside his window. No, the truth he knew was it was Stephanie.

/But how did she know where I was? What camp site? Which cabin? Why
would she follow me into fucking Wisconsin?/

Matt realized how embarrassing late his thoughts came to these
questions. After seeing Stephanie outside his window last night, Matt
spent the next 20 minutes eating out his step sister, Erica, in a
nervous panic. /Imagine being caught cheating, then continuing to cheat
in front of her./ The mess of politics Matt navigated in his head was
confusing even by step family sex standards- if there was such a thing.
/Should I be apologetic for cheating on Stephanie? Should I be angry
that she followed me? Should I be worried because I caught myself
sleeping with another step sister? Should I be worried because she's a
fucking psycho stalker who followed me?/

It suddenly occurred to Matt that if Stephanie could follow Matt
undetected to Wisconsin, she easily could have followed him to her
mom's work... or to the mall... Matt felt a trickle of hot sweat dance
down the back of his neck to the top of his shirt. He rubbed his face
in a panic. /Stephanie would fucking kill me if she knew I fucked her
mom./

The reality of the situation began to stack on Matt's stomach like
cinder blocks. He felt a pain in his side and had trouble breathing.
/What if Stephanie tells his dad? Or she confronts her mom and Amy
tells someone? Amy shouldn't tell anyone because she'd have to admit we
were having sex, too. What about Erica? Is she going to tell her
husband? Use me as a 'fuck you' story for him cheating on her? Or maybe
she just wanted to get even and she won't tell him./

Rolling down the window, Matt took in several deep breaths and exhaled
them out again. Erica never really talked to Matt about what her plans
were. She vented to him about how she hated her husband for cheating on
her and how it felt so good to get revenge by cheating on him. But she
never mentioned if she planned to confront him. They actually never
even said 'goodbye' to another.

"Roll up your window," Matt's father snapped. Matt complied; the
momentary rush of fresh air having relaxed some. His anger towards his
dad was always an excellent distraction.

"So, did you have a good time?" Sharon asked, always the peacekeeper.
"It was beautiful up there, huh?"

"Yeah, it was great," Matt said, trying to sound respectful but not
overly happy.

"How'd you like Erica? I know it was like the first time you and her
kinda hung out."

Matt stiffened and snapped a look between the back of his father's head
and Sharon's to see if there was any suspicion in their movements. If
Sharon was testing the waters, she showed no signs of it in her words
or movement. "She's cool. I liked her a lot."

"Mmm..." Sharon said, almost to herself. "Seems like you got along
well. You guys sure did hang out a lot." Matt looked up again and saw
no movement in Sharon's head or body, but something in her tone left
Matt curious about just how much Sharon knew and how openly she talked
with her daughter.

When they finally arrived home, they unloaded the car and Matt made a
beeline for his bedroom. They had stopped for food on the way home, so
all he wanted was to be left alone to stew over the chaos of his life
that he had created. But a surprising voice stopped him.

"Matt, com here," said his father. His voice was low and grouchy. Matt
stopped at the bottom of the steps and went around to the kitchen,
where his dad sorted through one of his bags on the counter. Sharon was
in her bedroom putting away clothes. Without looking up, he spoke
again. "You did well this week of staying out of my sight. I sent you
an email with a confirmation in it on an apartment I got for you. It's
about two miles from Indiana State University. The rent for the whole
year's paid for you just need to go there this week and sign the
lease."

Matt hated to admit it but there was a flare of excitement. He would be
two hours from his family and have his own place where he couldn't be
bothered. He wouldn't have to deal with working or worry about paying
bills. But he hated that it came as a gift from his father. Matt chewed
on his lip so hard he tasted the bitter taste of blood before he pushed
out, "thank you," and turned to go upstairs. At the bottom of his steps
his voice yelled again, "the deadline to acceptance into the university
is next week. You'll send it in tomorrow." It wasn't a question, Matt
knew. It was an order. "Okay," Matt mumbled as he stomped upstairs.

Tossing his bag on his bed, Matt grabbed his laptop and immediately
started searching for 'spyware removal.' The thought had come to him on
the last half of his ride home. He realized she probably had turned on
a location sharing service on an app on his phone. He was always
meticulous to keep them off, but to his surprise, all of them, when he
checked, were still turned off. /But she must have been tracking my
phone somehow./

It took a few minutes, but he found an app online. After downloading it
onto his phone, it stated it would take several minutes to scan his
phone. He waited impatiently, laying on his bed until it finally
vibrated. But it wasn't done. The vibration was a text.

				  Amy

		       'Hey, how was your trip?'

				  Matt

			 'Good. Just got back'

				  Amy

		      'You want to meet tomorrow?'

Matt was suspicious from the start of the conversation. It was odd for
Amy to text him; she never had done that before. But more than that, he
thought it best to avoid everyone at this point. /If I have an
apartment ready for me soon, maybe I can just avoid my family for the
next week or so until I leave for it./

				  Matt

'I don't think so. Sorry. I've got a lot of things to get ready for
school and stuff. Sorry.

An alert appeared on his screen and the spyware removal scan was
completed.

			   'SPYWARE LOCATED'

"Fucking bitch!" Matt cursed to himself. He clicked the screen and had
the spyware removed, then restarted his phone. He had no idea how she
got it on his phone, so he even paid for a virus protection app to be
installed now that he had removed the spyware. Then his phone vibrated
again with another text.

				  Amy

		'Meet me at my house. Tomorrow at noon.'

This wasn't a question, either. This was an order.

Chapter Three

Erica closed the door to her house. Her child in one arm and her purse
in another. Stephanie looked at her phone and documented the time.

'Erica leaves the house with son - 10:02am'

Erica took a minute to get her child strapped into the car seat in the
back, then tossed her purse in the passenger seat before backing out of
their driveway. They lived in a very nice house. A good quiet looking
neighborhood. Their grass was green and lush. The sidewalk from their
front door was lined with beautiful red and blue flowers and freshly
poured mulch. Stephanie had watched their hired landscapers do the
work.

'Landscapers-Fresh Green at house - 7:00am-9:27am'

Stephanie had pulled up to the house at 6:00am and begun her watch. It
was Friday morning so had thought she would see her husband Jordan
leave and Erica would stay behind with the kid but apparently not. From
social media, Stephanie knew Jordan worked as a 'risk management
consultant,' and he owned his own business, which means maybe he set
his own hours. Judging by the gargantuan three-story house, Stephanie
imagined he was quite successful at what he does.

Thankfully for Stephanie, she had waited to make her move because at
10:18am another car pulled into the driveway. This time a young,
attractive girl that wasn't Erica got out and went inside the house. No
knocking. No hesitation. Stephanie smirked to herself. She took video
of the entire approach. Holding her phone steady on her dash, she
videoed the car parking and the mini skirt wearing woman exited the car
and walked inside. She made sure to get a closeup of the license plate
and make and model.

'Affair #1 - 10:18am - '

Her fingers tapped away on her steering wheel as she waited. After had
been possibly found by Matt, Stephanie didn't think to do any more than
run. She ran wildly through the woods in the dark. Thin leaved branches
smacking her in the chest and face as she sprinted. Having made the
trip enough over the week that she knew the path by heart. She made it
back to the community center building parking lot and into her car and
just panted.

There were no hunting dogs coming after her. Spotlights didn't flood
the roads. Police sirens couldn't be heard in the distance. All the
absurd reactions she felt should happen from Matt spotting her were, of
course, not happening. /Maybe Matt didn't even really see me?/

Instead of continuing her over reaction. Stephanie took the time to
have a measured response. Catching her breath, she decided she had to
go. It was too risky to hang around, and besides, Matt was coming home
tomorrow. He would call her, no doubt, to ask about why she was outside
his window.

But to her surprise, there was no phone call. No text or anything. This
relaxed Stephanie some. /Maybe he never actually saw me. Maybe he was
staring at his reflection the whole time and me standing there was a
coincidence./

It also irked her, though. All this time and they still haven't had a
conversation- a real conversation about their relationship and her
mother finding out about it. She opened her spyware monitoring app and
saw that Matt still hadn't moved from his house. No one had texted or
called him either. All Stephanie wanted was for Matt to seek Stephanie
out and confess it all to her. Confess him sleeping with her mother and
his other step sister. Confess his love for Stephanie and propose to
her so they could live out their lives, married and together. /Is that
too much to ask?/

Finally, the door opened, and Jordan's booty call walked out to her
car.

'Affair #1 - 10:18am - 10:47am'

Stephanie photographed her exit thoroughly, as well. Stephanie was
parked across the street from the house in a small cul-de-sac. She
waited impatiently for another half hour for Jordan to leave the house,
but he never did. It annoyed her to no end. This was never part of the
plan. She wanted the house empty so she could go inside and do what she
had to do. What she needed to do.

Hem-hawing over what to do next, she considered just leaving. Maybe
coming back the next week when they have a more normal schedule. Jordan
must've taken off work this week. Stephanie put her car into drive and
eased into the street when she hit the brake again. She looked at her
purse with the crinkled corner of the white sealed envelope sticking
out. A crooked smile broke across her lips and she put the car back
into park.

Fishing out of the messy floorboards behind her seat, Stephanie brushed
aside crumpled papers, loose shoes, and a bookbag to find a small, hard
makeup case. Opening her makeup case, she touched up her makeup, adding
a small amount of lip gloss and eyeliner before giving herself a look
over in the rearview mirror.

By the time Stephanie had put on makeup, removed her underwear, and was
adjusting her tight top as she knocked on Jordan's front door, it had
been nearly an hour since his last booty call had left. When Jordan
answered the door, clearly already disturbed by the unexpected door
ring, his expression quickly softened when he eyed Stephanie's body.

The t-shirt she wore was white and form fitting, with splashes of red
and blue designs across the back. It felt ridiculous wearing it without
a bra on, her plump perfectly round breasts pressed against the front
highlighting her already excited nipples. Her blue short shorts crowded
over the hump of her tight ass and tucked in between her thighs.

"Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you. I hope I didn't wake you," Stephanie
pleaded. Jordan wasn't wearing a shirt and had a dark pair of pajama
pants on. "My boyfriend- or ex-boyfriend, I should say, just kicked me
out of his car right in the middle of the road. I was able to grab my
purse, but my phone is still in the car. Could I use your phone?"

"Umm- uh, yeah, yeah. Sure," Jordan said, convincing himself before
her. "Yeah, come on in."

"Oh my god, thank you so much. I'm Sara, by the way," Stephanie lied as
she awkwardly shook his hand.

"Jordan," he said, guiding her into his house. She could tell he was
sucking in his gut and flexing what little muscles he had. Jordan was
actually not bad looking. His face was a bit gaunt and his chin jagged,
but he had an okay body and nice skin. Although, his slicked back dark
hair did make him look like a villain from an old school movie. "So he
just left you in the middle of nowhere? Just like that."

"I know! But that's what I get for dating a boy, not a man. He was
barely a college kid," Stephanie shrugged as she eyed the interior. It
was a modern and stylish house. She could see a mantle filled with
frame pictures in the living room where they wandered towards.

"So you're in college?" Jordan said as he guided her away from the
family photos and towards the stairs.

A Step Apart Ch. 06

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-06

Matt&#x27;s story with his horny step family concludes.

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"Yeah, but I'm sooo done dating college guys. They're like babies. This
is a really nice house. Just you live here?"

"Yup, if you want to come upstairs my cell is up there." Stephanie
followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom. The bed was a mess,
with the covers tossed to the floor and pillows falling off the sides.
Handing the phone to Stephanie, Jordan sat on the edge of the bed
leaned back with his eyes not leaving her chest.

Stephanie looked down as if she just noticed he was staring at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry if this bothers you. My bra's in my ex's car, too."

"Bother me? No. I love looking at a good pair of titties."

Stephanie forced a giggle and twisted in front of him like she was
embarrassed. "Your ex sounds like a real douche bag. You shouldn't
waste your time with guys like him."

"Ugh! I know. I wish I could find someone older, more mature."

"Why don't you have a seat?" Jordan tapped the bed's edge beside him
playfully. Stephanie obliged. She couldn't believe how simple men were.
It was times like this Stephanie felt her strongest. Wielding the
effect she had on men sexually, it was like a superpower. She felt like
she could take over the world. "I think you just found one..." Jordan
said bluntly as his hand fumbled up and down her bare thigh. He plucked
the phone out of her hand and tossed it beside him. "How about you stay
here for a bit? Then I can give you a ride home. That way you don't
have to call anyone?" His hand deftly rubbed between her thighs,
pulling them open more.

"Mmm... sure," Stephanie smiled and leaned closer to him.

Jordan pushed his mouth on to Stephanie's. She tried to return the kiss
he gave, but his lips were tough and his kiss was rough and mechanical.
A hand grabbed her by the cheeks and pushed her back down on the bed.
It was like being tackled by an animal. Jordan's hands rubbed across
her chest, groping her breasts through her shirt, making them bounce
and her nipples hard. He struggled to remove her shirt, and she worried
he was about to tear it free when Stephanie pushed him back long enough
to pull it off herself.

The look of awe and wonder on his face as he looked down upon her
young, 19-year-old breasts made her glow and feel commanding in the
moment. Quickly and frantically, Jordan turned his attention to her
shorts. Like a spoiled child eager to see his next present, his fingers
yanked at her waistband and picked at her button and zipper. Stephanie
helped him with that as well.

Smooth skinned and perky breasts exposed, she turned over coyly for
Jordan to see her plump apple butt. Jordan quickly had his pajama
bottoms around his ankles and while standing at the base of his bed, he
pulled on her hips to back towards him. She heard the tearing of
plastic wrappings and looked back to see him pulling a condom over his
hardening shaft. Rising to her hands and knees, Stephanie only had to
wait to feel the familiar pressure as his shaft stabbed around until it
found its way inside her.

"Oooohh fuck..." Stephanie cried out for him as he entered her.
Jordan's fingers were like a lost spider doing circles on her body.
With breathy grunts, he pumped away at her pussy with hard, jerky
thrusts. Meanwhile, his hands would switch from pulling at her hips to
smacking her ass, before reaching around to fondle her breasts and
occasionally pulling at her hair.

The whole event only lasted a handful of minutes. Jordan's final pumps
inside her seemed to take everything out of him as Jordan let out a
loud groan and collapsed on her back when he came. Not that it mattered
to Stephanie. In fact, she had hoped it would go quicker. She had no
plans of cumming, and she was in no danger of doing so. The whole event
was a crude eye opening experience as to how blessed she was that she
would soon marry the man of her dreams, Matt.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, then I'll get you home, mmmkay?"
Jordan had said as he walked into his master bathroom. Leaving
Stephanie still lying on her face in his bed.

"Okay," was all she said. She stayed still until she heard the door
close and the shower turn on. Jetting up on her feet, Stephanie
remained naked as she looked around the room. There was modern and
bland art hung on the walls. On dressers, there were old photos of
Jordan and Erica from a time when they were happy. And more pictures of
their child. A part of Stephanie wanted to just burn the whole house
down at that moment.

Instead, she sat down at a desk in the corner of the room and stared
into the vanity mirror that displayed against the wall. She smiled at
how attractive she looked in the mirror. Her shoulders shook to give
her breasts some motion, but then her eyes caught a glimpse of a small
framed picture of Erica and her child on the table and the smile faded.
It was quickly replaced with a souring disgust that boiled to a rage.
Without thought, she snatched the small framed picture and threw it
behind her. It smashed into the corner wall and with it, the glass
shattered on the picture.

Stephanie froze, staring at the bathroom door and listened for any
noise other than the shower. After a moment of hearing nothing, she
grabbed her purse and quickly. Using a small portable picture printer,
she printed several pictures off of her phone, then she took two notes
she had written from her purse. On each side of the bed, there was a
nightstand. One side had lotions, a small jewelry box, and a book. She
took one of the notes and a few of the pictures and placed them in the
book. Then she went to the other nightstand and in the drawer she put
the other note and photos.

Quickly, she put on her clothes and went downstairs as she heard the
shower turn off. Pulling her clothes on as she walked out the front
door, Stephanie smiled. /Fuck my stepbrother, I fuck your husband.../

/Chapter Four/

"Sounds like it was a good little trip before college starts. I heard
it's beautiful up there. I've never been." Amy spoke with a calmness
that unsettled Matt. Not that he was the most comfortable and confident
of men when he walked into her house this afternoon.

"It was relaxing. Maybe not the best time hanging with my family, but I
made the most of it," he laughed uncomfortably.

"Who all went with you?" Amy asked so innocently it sent Matt on high
alert. A voice inside him screamed that this was a trick question or a
trap. Bait. But still he answered.

"My father, Tom, Sharon, my stepsister, Erica, and her husband and
child. I hadn't spent much time with them till this weekend. It was
nice," said Matt.

"Hmm, that's nice," Amy nodded her head. They sat on opposite couches
in the living room. Matt immediately noticed the clothes she wore when
he walked into her house that day. It was a dark gray suit with a sleek
pencil skirt, her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and she
wore her thin reading glasses. He never saw her wear the glasses
before, but it actually gave her an attractive appeal. Almost like a
dirty librarian. But the suit she wore looked like armor on her. She
saw on the edge of her seat like she could leap out and attack Matt at
any moment.

"Yup... so... how have you been?" Asked Matt.

"When was the last time you were with my daughter?" Amy asked. Her
words bladed as she glared at him.

"Ummm... like, when I was here. When I- you caught us... you know."

"Don't lie to me," Amy warned. "I know the answer to my question."

"I'm not lying. I haven't touched her or been with her since-"

"Then what about your little trip to Wisconsin? She didn't come with
you?"

Matt went silent as he looked away. /How am I getting yelled at for
this woman's daughter stalking me?/

"That is what I thought," Amy said. "I saw her credit card statement.
She was charging at some resort in Wisconsin. For 5 days."

"5 days? She didn't come with us, but I saw her. She followed me there,
I think." Matt pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I found spyware on
my phone. She put it there. I don't know what she's seen or how long
she's been following me."

Amy weighed his words carefully. He was surprised she didn't challenge
him more than what she was. "You didn't speak to her at all?"

Matt shook his head. "I saw her outside my window one night. She was
watching me."

Amy stood up and paced around the living room, hugging herself. Matt
knew no more convincing was needed. She believed him. More than that,
this did not surprise her about her daughter. It troubled her.

"I see..."

"Have you talked to her?" Matt asked.

"Not since she was here. She's as stubborn as I am," Amy said. "So, you
have not slept with her?"

"No, not at all. I haven't even texted her in the over a week."

"Well, good. I've put a hold on her bank accounts and credit cards, so
I'm sure she'll come talk to me soon enough. Until then, I'm glad I
don't have to tell your father then," Amy said with a huff of relief as
she turned to him. "But do remember. I will without a doubt tell your
father if I you ever touch her again. Her education and future career
is more important to me than anything else and I won't have a teenage
boy, especially one related to my ex-husband, ruining all that with an
accidental baby."

"I understand," said Matt with a dipped head. He felt like a boy in the
principal's office again.

"Good," said Amy, with her hands on her hips. She looked at the small
gold watch on her wrist. "Now I have to be back at work in 25 minutes,
so let's get this over with."

With raised eyebrows, Matt asked, "get what over with."

"I'm not letting you, a horny teenage boy, leave here while my sexy
teenage daughter is trying to sleep with you. Take your pants off, come
on, hurry up." Amy was unbuttoning her blouse and removed her suit
jacket.

Matt held up his hands and smiled, "Oh, ummm... you know, I'm okay, I
think. I'm just trying to, you know, focus on college coming up and not
think about- I don't- we don't need to-"

"Matt." Amy spoke sternly and directly as she approached. Her blouse
was completely open, revealing her black bra beneath.

"Yeah?"

"I wasn't asking." Amy ran her fingers through his hair. "I can still
tell your father, you know. He'd be pissed at me, but he'd probably
kill you."

Matt mauled over the words briefly as he stared at the taut belly of
Amy.

Matt extended his arms, and his hands grasped Amy's hips. His thumbs
traversed the waistline of fabric where her skirt met her taut hips.
Amy lowered her hand over his and guided it to a small zipper on the
backside and she commanded, "unzip me."

Matt did as he was told and loosened the skirt from her body, then
proceeded to inch the tight skirt over her round butt cheeks. Matt
wasn't surprised this time to see she wasn't wearing any panties. She
stepped her foot up to the arm of the couch to Matt's side and he saw
her all bald pussy open for him. He went to touch it with his fingers,
but she slapped them away. "Uh ah... mouth only."

There was a definite power shift from previous interactions between him
and his stepmother and Matt wasn't sure if he liked it or not. As he
extended his tongue and pierced her warm and deliciously wet pussy
lips, he felt her hips bow forward and she pressed her pussy onto his
face. It was déjà vu for him as this was how he first remembered
seeing Amy as a sexual step mom. Her legs were open and his tongue was
making long wet laps at her lips. Only this time his step mom's hands
had a forceful way about them as they pulled on the back of his head.
And her hips were rough as she ground on his tongue and chin.

"Mmmm good boy, ahh!" Amy moaned. "Lick that pussy. Lick it deeper!"
She purred. Matt Pushed his mouth wide and shoved his tongue as far
inside her pussy as he could drink as he made long licks inside her. He
could feel the drips of juices falling down his chin and running the
length of this neck. "Ohh fuck! Good boy... g-good boy mmmm... lick my
clit now," Amy said breathlessly as she pushed her hands between Matt's
lips and her. Separating her lips and pulling back just as Matt raised
his tongue to his step mom's clit. With a warm wet lap, he could see a
visible shiver run down Amy's Boyle's as the feeling overwhelmed her.
"Shhhiiiit!"

Matt dug in deeper, licking harder and faster, with a furious frenzy.
He stared up at the frozen expression on her face that was stuck
between pain, shock, and pleasure. Her eyes closed and mouth hung open.
Matt's lips nuzzled around the wet small nub as he let his tongue
vibrate on her clit which woke her up, "oh fuck fuck fuck fuck- ahhhh!"
Amy's hips bobbed and jetted wildly but Matt kept his lips locked to
her until she gave into the pleasure and let out a high-pitched scream
and he felt her juices flow from her pussy.

"Oh my- Jesus fucking..." Amy heaved as her thighs jiggled and bounced.
"Oh my god.... good boy... good boy..."

Matt felt her hand peel his face away from her pussy lips. Before he
had a chance to wipe his face dry, Amy had him pressed against the back
of the couch with her thighs on both sides of his hips. Her arms hung
loosely around his neck, but her lips ravenously kissed him. Her tongue
moving down his chin to his neck while grinding loosely on his lap.

Suddenly, as if an alarm had gone off, Amy sat up and looked at the
watch on her wrist again, then looked back at Matt. "Undo your pants."
Matt must've hesitated a moment too long because she followed it up
with. "Now. Hurry up."

Matt did as he was told and undid his belt, and when he got the button
off, Amy took over. She yanked the zipper down and fished his semi hard
cock out from under his boxers. The warm pre-cum leaked into her palm
as she reverse stroked him hard. Amy's mouth hung over Matt's face as
she worked. He could feel the hot pants of her breath on his cheek and
ear. Her full breasts, still restrained behind her black lacy bra,
pressed into his chin as Matt flexed into her hand. His eyes staring at
the tattoos she wore on her cleavage and across her stomach.

Almost unexpectedly from how smooth and quickly she did it, Matt felt
his cock leave, the cold hard palm of hers sliding into her warm and
soft pussy. Her pussy lips surrounded and stroked his shaft as she
began roughly riding him instantly.

"Ughh..." she groaned with her eyes closed. Her hands not even touching
Matt, they grabbed the back of the couch as she fucked him. With closed
eyes, her ass popped up and down on his shaft. She let out a small
squeak of a moan with every lowering of her hips.

Matt's hands cupped at her hips; his fingers dug into her ass cheeks as
she forced herself down on him. Her moans turned to cries as she leaned
back briefly, still being bounced up and down by Matt's thrusting hips
and undid her bra. Amy's gorgeous breasts bounced freely between them.
Her nipples were hard and pointed. She adjusted her glasses and ground
her ass into Matt's lap as he thrusted.

"Grab my tits- mmmm! Fuck, grab my tits baby," Amy cried. Matt's hands
cupped them, feeling the hard nipples on his palm. "Ahhh! Yes!"

Matt pumped into her and felt himself nearing the edge. As if she
sensed it, she cried out, "cum inside me. Fuck me, fucking cum inside,
baby. Cum inside your step mom's pussy."

"Ugh," Matt groaned as he squeezed her breasts, mashing them into her
chest as she bit her lip hard. Crying out as she groaned, Amy's eyes
rolled to the back as she went limp in Matt's lap as he shot his string
of hot cum deep inside her.

It was little more than a moment before she rested in his lamp before
climbing off of him. His cock still flexed in the cold air as she
pulled on her clothes. A sight Matt was all too familiar with by now.
Amy didn't even look at Matt when she was finally dressed. She simply
left the house, got in her car, and drove back to work without a word.
She left Matt sitting in her living room like a used sex toy she was
done with, for now.

Chapter Five

Matt returned home from Amy's, exhausted. He sat in his car with the
engine turned off for several minutes, just staring at his steering
wheel. It seemed no matter which way he turned or what he did, even if
it was the right thing, he was trapped. Like he was on a set of train
tracks headed for an inevitable explosion that he was going to be in
the middle of. He looked down at the phone in his lap. Part of him
wanted to just send out a mass text to his entire family, admitting
everything and just getting it over with. The joy and excitement of it
all had quickly faded over the past few weeks.

Matt trudged inside his house with a deep sigh. He must've entered
quietly, as he heard Sharon speaking quite openly to someone. "There
were pictures of the slut, too? Read me the note. Exactly what it
said."

Matt moved to the edge of the kitchen but didn't go inside. Instead, he
listened from behind the wall at what she said. He had never heard
Sharon speak so- vulgar.

"I can't believe that, that's fucking crazy." She said, "is it the same
girl? The girl in the picture left for you and the ones you saw on his
phone? ... I know, I know it's scary. It wasn't signed or anything?
...S... just S?"

Matt heard Sharon get up and start walking towards the entryway where
he stood, and Matt quickly cleared his throat and walked into the
kitchen casually.

"Oh, hey, I'll call you back in a bit," said Sharon as she hung up her
phone call. "Hey, Matt how are you doing?"

"Good. Tired. Who was on the phone?"

"Oh, that was Erica. She was... just asking if we had as many mosquito
bites as she did. Do you need any ointment for yours?"

"No, I should be fine," Matt said as he went upstairs.

Sometimes he wondered if he knew his step mother Sharon at all. She was
very much guarded in how she acted around both Matt and his father.
Always a polite facade put on, but the longer he knew her, the more
complicated and mischievous she seemed.

Matt sat at his desk for some time with his laptop open. He watched the
battery level tick away a percentage point at a time while he stared at
the website home screen of Indiana State University. Matt's finger
brushed back and forth on the keyboard in a daze. He had to send an
acceptance letter to the registrar's office along with several
documents his father and he had signed to finish the acceptance
process. He was afraid to begin pressing any of the keys. In his mind,
Matt could see his life playing out just as his father had planned. He
would go to school in the fall and winter and spend the summer
interning with his father's company or at law firms. He'd spend the
next four years studying pre-law and three more in law school, only to
graduate with a massive debt.

The debt, of course, would be paid off by his father as long as Matt
continued to marry who his father liked and worked and lived where his
father chose. By the time his father would pass, Matt would be an old
man. With a wife and kids and a stressful job that made him just as
bitter as Matt's own father. Having lived his whole life in the shadow
of a jerk, he would become the jerk he hated. And it all would begin
with a simple click of his laptop and a sending of an email.

Matt checked his

Matt sighed, "fuck it." Matt's fingers clicked away as he bit the
bullet and attached all the related documents to an email and sent it
off to Indiana State's admissions office. He figured it would take a
week to process, but then he would be sent login information to choose
his class load for the fall. "And so it begins..."

"Matt. Matt?" Sharon's voice called up to him from the base of the
stairs.

"Yeah?"

"You've got a visitor. It's Stephanie," Sharon said with an edge to her
voice.

Chapter Six

Panic arose inside Stephanie as she drove towards Matt's house. She
didn't know if he was there or not, and she didn't like that. It had
been two days since she had received an update from Matt's phone,
whether he was texting, calling, or traveling. This meant either his
phone was turned off for two days or he found out about the spyware she
had installed on his phone and removed it.

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Stephanie thought she had a decent plan if he did confront her about
the spyware, but that didn't mean she was thrilled to be driving
towards this conversation. It didn't matter. She couldn't put it off
any longer. Or rather, she couldn't let Matt avoid her any longer. In
the two weeks since they'd last been together, Matt had slept with her
mom and Matt's other step sister. If she allowed any more time or
people to come between them, he might lose interest in her and that
could not happen.

There was a hard ball of nervous tension in her belly when she knocked
on the door. Stephanie had never been over at Matt's house with his
other step family. It had been years since she'd seen his dad and she'd
never met Matt's new step mom.

"Hi, can I help you?" The woman said when she opened the door. She was
pretty, with flowing hair and an hourglass figure. She assumed she was
his step mom.

"Yes, hi- um, I'm here to see Matt?" Stephanie said.

"Oh, okay. Are you a friend from school or-"

"No, I'm his step sister, Stephanie," she said with a bright smile.

"Oh! Hi!" she announced with a hardy introduction and shook Stephanie's
hand. "I've wanted to meet you for some time now. I'm Sharon. I'm so
glad Matt, you have been hanging out so much. It's great that you guys
are close like that."

Stephanie agreed and smiled, but part of her questioned Sharon's
sincerity. Nervously, she scratched at her neck and other itches on her
arms. Expecting she was going to meet Sharon on this voyage, Stephanie
dressed more mundanely than she liked. A pair of skinny jeans and a
crop top t-shirt. "Yeah, well... I heard you guys were back from your
vacation and thought I'd just stop by to say 'hey'" Stephanie smiled.

"Sure sure, come in, I'll get him," Sharon moved around the corner to
the base of the stairs and stairs where she yelled. "Matt! You have a
visitor. It's Stephanie," said Sharon, turning back to Stephanie. As
Stephanie scurried for the stairs, she felt Sharon's eyes on her. "Ooo,
lot of mosquito bites there. I've got some ointment for you if you
like."

Stephanie froze halfway up the stair and felt her stomach drop from
under her. Her neck and upper arms were covered in red bumps from her
time spent lurking in the woods watching Matt in Wisconsin. She tried
to return to acting naturally, but it was too late, she knew. If Sharon
was probing her, then Stephanie just showed her hand. "Oh, these?
They're nothing. I'm fine. Thanks though." Stephanie answered in stride
and disappeared upstairs without another word.

Stephanie peaked inside two other spare bedrooms that looked untouched
and smelled like dusty, stale air. She quickly shut those doors and
found Matt in his messy bedroom, sitting behind a computer desk in the
corner. The nervous and inquisitive expression on his face gave
Stephanie a boost of confidence at being there. She knew the key to
fixing everything was keeping control of the conversation right now.

"Hey there, cutie," Stephanie whispered with a smile as she closed the
door behind her. She walked up to him and saw him tense. She decided
not to try to kiss her step brother but instead just hung over his
shoulder looking at what he was working on. "Indiana State? So it's for
sure then? You sent everything into admissions?"

"Uhh yup, yeah, it's official. Just did it in fact. And I even got an
apartment too. So, a lot's happening." Matt ruined his hands across his
thighs.

"That's awesome! I'm excited. What apartment complex is it?" Stephanie
backed away and half laid on his bed nearby.

"Umm I'm not sure... Winden Bird Apartments? Something like that."

"Oooo fancy."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah," Stephanie nodded. "That's like the nicest complex on campus.
Plus, it's only a 10-minute walk from my place."

Matt made a stale face. It was like he was trying to harden his
expression at what came next. With a great sigh, he closed the folder
on his desk and looked at the phone beside the folder. Stephanie Luke
felt the fight coming. The accusations forming, the anger building, it
was all slipping through her fingers before it even began.

"I know you saw me at the cabin in Wisconsin," Stephanie blurted out.
Her face became pouty as she made herself small. "That's why I'm here
now. I came because j in wanted to apologize. I didn't realize how
creepy it seemed until afterwards."

"So it was you that put the spyware on my phone," Matt said with
rejuvenated confidence. There was a release of relief that she made the
correct gamble in assuming he found out about the spyware.

"Yeah, but I didn't really think it was spyware or anything. I just
found it on the internet. I wanted to surprise you. I- it's stupid. I'm
sorry."

"What do you mean, surprise me? How'd you get it on my phone?" Matt's
voice sounded more curious than angry, which she took as a win in this
little dance they did.

"Well, you know, when you left on vacation, I thought how cool it would
be to surprise you up there, because I knew you weren't looking forward
to it. And I didn't want to follow you like a stalker so I thought if I
just had this thing on your phone I could find out where you were and
the last day I was going to surprise you. Knock on your window- like I
said, it sounded romantic when I first thought of it. It didn't sound
creepy until afterwards." Stephanie smiled innocently.

"And when did you put it on my phone?"

"You know that last text I sent the day before you left? It was
attached to that. I'm sorry I know it was wrong, and I got my
punishment. You deserve so much better. And I guess you found it,"
Stephanie forced herself to slowly crack, then break into tears
suddenly. Burying her face in her hands as she did. Everything rides at
this moment, she knew. If he didn't feel guilty and sad, she would have
lost. If he didn't apologize to her, there was little hope for
Stephanie's dream relationship.

Stephanie was careful not to overdo it. She sniffled and dabbed at her
tears hopelessly for a long moment before she felt Matt's warm hand rub
on her back. "Hey, don't do- I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry about
everything. I should never had-"

Stephanie curled into Matt's arms, and she held him tightly. His arms
felt so good. It was like lying in her own bed. His neck smelled so
familiar. It brought a warmness to her heart. "Don't be sorry. I'm the
one that should be sorry. I'm so sorry my stupid mom walked in on us
like that. Ugh, it will never happen again." Stephanie cleared her
throat and slowed her tears as her nose nuzzled against his neck. She
could feel his hesitation. He still hadn't confessed he had sex with
her mom, and Stephanie didn't let him know that she knew.

"Stephanie, I- I talked to your mom, Amy." Matt struggled with his
words. "I promised her I wouldn't see you any more or anything. And she
has a point. It's way too risky. I mean, what if your roommates or
friends at your college walked in on us that night?"

Stephanie pulled away, shaking her head free of his worries. "I don't
care about any of that. We're both adults. We've lived so many years
under the thumbs of our stupid fucking parents for all our lives. We
can finally be free. We can be together."

"But what about money to pay for everything? Your mom and my dad pay
for all of our bills. What do we do when they cut us off?"

Stephanie rolled her eyes, and half laughed. "My mom would never cut me
off and besides, if we have each other, we can make it work."

Matt seemed unsure of himself. Uncomfortable and lost. Stephanie didn't
like seeing him like this. She wanted him to be her king. But she would
have to guide him if he was to get there. Matt sat slumped on the edge
of the bed with his hands clasped in his lap. His eyes staring at the
floor. Stephanie leaned in cupping his cheek with one hand as she
nuzzled the other with her cheek. Kissing his neck and cheek. Coaxing
him to life. Slowly, her lips found his and her gentle kisses brought
his head up as her tongue slowly slid into his mouth.

It took longer than Stephanie expected, but soon his hands were out
grasping her hips and cheek and she was climbing on top of Matt as he
fell backwards on the bed. Stephanie slowly climbed on top of him,
straddling his hips as she pressed down into him. She kissed him, slow
and hard. Her hair fell around her face and he was framing their kiss
as she slowly ground on top of him.

She took her time making out with him and his hands tenderly traced her
thighs and lower back. After a time, she stood up to remove her tight
jeans and Matt, almost in a trance, just watched from his back as she
stripped down to nothing. Immediately, Stephanie went to work undoing
and pulling down Matt's pants to free his cock, and Matt's hand
continued to brush hair from her face and gently cup her cheek as she
took his shaft in her mouth.

Stephanie thought for a moment that he was stoned at how...
disinterested he was with everything, but once she began to go down on
his hard cock with her sloppy wet lips. He began to moan, and Stephanie
could feel pussy moisten for more. His firm cock flexed inside her
mouth and she released a long hum of a put as she sucked on her
stepbrother's cock. Excitement jolted through her body. It had been so
long since she had gotten to taste his precum and feel it coat her
tongue as she gagged herself with his shaft.

Her one hand that held her loose hair to one side and out of the way
was freed when Matt took over pulling her hair back by the fist load.
Stephanie thanked him by deep throating his cock so deep and so long
she felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes. When she pulled
free, she cried out and gasped for air as strings of messy spit dropped
down to the head of his cock.

Once she regained her breath, Stephanie pushed back down his shaft
again, gagging herself, groping her breasts as she pulled off him. Over
and over again, she repeated this until Matt groaned. When she was
finally satisfied with her work, Stephanie climbed on top of him and,
almost doing the splits on hard body, she lowered her young taut body
down on him. His throbbing cock pushed inside her pussy lips.

"Ohhh fuck," Stephanie moaned and immediately clapped a hand over her
mouth, remembering his other step mother was just downstairs. Her abs
flexed as she forced her hips down on his cock and back up. Her
eyebrows bounced high as the pleasure radiating from her sex. She could
cum right then and there and be happy. Just feeling her step brother
back inside her felt right. It made her feel complete. "Mmmm...
fuck..."

Stephanie began to ride him just as Matt started to buck his hips. He
did it so hard and rough, Stephanie fought to keep from screaming.
Matt's fingertips dig into her hips as he forced fuck deep inside her.
She had to push both her hands over her mouth as she squealed a
helpless cry.

His thrusts became so hard and sustained that her hands had to fall to
his flexed chest and rippled abs to keep from falling over. Her pussy
was stretched and raw. Stephanie's breasts bounced wildly, clapping
from each other to back down to her chest. She felt the orgasm building
inside her, catching in her throat. Silently her lips mouth the words,
"oh. My. God. Oh. My. Fucking. God!"

Suddenly, Matt's hands dug into her round ass cheeks and rammed her ass
down on him as he groaned. With little more than a squeak, Stephanie
cried out, "yes. Yes. Yes. Cum inside me, cum inside me!"

At the release of the words, Stephanie's body went still and her vocal
cords contracted as she came so hard on her stepbrother's cock she
thought she might pass out. Her entire body shook and trembled as no
breath could leave or enter her lungs until the peak passed. All at
once Stephanie's body went limp, and she gasped for air. She could feel
Matt's cock continue to flex and hoot his cum into his sister's pussy
lips.

A shutter flowed through her body as she laid curled up in the hard
chest of her stepbrother. Déjà vu struck her as she recalled the
middle of the night sex she had with Matt on the night of the party.
Time flowed past them unnoticed. Stephanie was so comfortable she even
began to drift into the reaches of sleep while naked in Matt's lap.
Matt did fall asleep, she thought, until his stepmother's voice could
be heard.

"Hey Matt, dinner's almost ready if you and Stephanie want any!" Sharon
yelled from the base of the stairs.

"Mmm kay," Matt mumbled as he woke.

"Mmmm... I should get going," Stephanie stretched on top of him. "See
you this weekend, though?"

Matt nodded with a smile. Stephanie stood and got dressed. "Hey,
Steph... do me a favor and don't tell your mom about this."

Adjusting her shirt, she gave Matt a wink, "it's our little secret."
She managed to sneak out of the house without seeing Sharon again.
Stephanie figures she dodged enough bullets for one day. Driving back
to campus for the day, Stephanie stopped for gas as she was near empty.
Overall, she was pleased with her relationship with Matt. There were
still several bumps in the road to come, her mother one of them, but
Stephanie felt confident she could keep Matt on her leash.

'Declined'

The card reader on the gas pump read. Stephanie looked down to make
sure she didn't use her credit card which her mom had put a hold on
previously. /No, it's my debit card./ She ran it through the machine
again.

			'Declined - see cashier'

Stephanie smacked the side of the pump hard. "That fucking bitch put a
hold on my debit card, too!"

Chapter Seven

Matt laid on his bed for several minutes after Stephanie had left. His
dick out and a mix of his and cum still drying on his curved limp
shaft, Matt tucked his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling
while his mind wandered. He let his thoughts go back two months ago.
Before he had slept with Erica, Amy, and Stephanie.

When he was just a lost and disgraced high school graduate who was just
a disappointment at being rejected by football recruiters. Back then,
he was desperate to feel a connection with someone. He remembered the
feeling he felt when he saw Stephanie again for the first time in a
year. Sure, he was horny and turned on by the way she looked, but more
than that he felt... safe. He felt not alone for the first time in a
long time.

He almost had to laugh now. Back then, if he could imagine his sex
crazed life now, he would say it's too good to be real. His life was
about as close to a porno as a man could get. Especially since he just
had sex with a mother and daughter on the same day. Matt shook his
head. /All these women wanted to be with me. All these women wanting to
fuck me. Then why do I feel so alone?/

"Hey, Matt, are you coming down for dinner or-" Sharon's voice entered
his room with the turn of a door handle. A jolt of adrenaline shot
through Matt to cover himself with a blanket beside him just as her
head popped in. "Oh, um- I'm- sorry." Sharon apologized as she
retreated from his room. She closed the door and disappeared back
downstairs in awkward silence.

"Fucking awesome," Matt groaned to himself. Matt pulled up his boxers
and pants and with a heavy sigh, he sat down back at his desk. /I'm
definitely going to need to avoid her for the foreseeable future now./

Matt smiled and picked up his phone to text Adam, one of his football
teammates. He realized he hadn't heard from him in weeks, which was
unusual. A sudden urge to be around his friends overwhelmed him. /Adam
would definitely get a kick out of what just happened./

But when Matt hit send, an error message appeared on his screen.

		'Cannot text a person you have blocked.'

Matt furrowed his brow. /I never blocked Adam. I've never blocked
anyone./

Matt clicked on his block list and saw 30 or more names blocked. "What
the fuck?" Matt went down the list, unblocking them all. Before his
mind could even finish questioning how they all were blocked, he
already knew the answer. "That fucking piece-"

He thought about how alone he felt these past weeks and how Stephanie
had orchestrated it. She had blocked his contacts so only she could
talk to him. She had followed him for who knows how long. Matt
questioned if he even really knew what kind of person she was. He never
thought of her as manipulative or controlling or creepy, even. But all
those traits were becoming a reality.

Matt clicked his laptop and pulled up his savings account online.
/$3,753.23. That was how much money I have in my name.../ It seemed so
small compared to his needs of going to college. The majority came from
summer jobs working in a warehouse. If anything, it solidified the
choices he had made in his mind.

His phone vibrated. /First time in weeks it's not Stephanie.../

			    'Football Josh'

       "Hey what's up, man? Long time." Matt answered his phone.

"Holy shit, it's you- dude. Where the fuck have you been? The whole
team's been freaking out trying to get ahold of you." Josh's voice was
more serious sounding than normal. He typically was a goofy guy.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, man. I was on this stupid camping trip last week and
someone blocked a bunch-"

"Never mind that," Josh interrupted. "This bad chick has been looking
for you. She called a bunch of us on the team trying to get ahold of
you. She even stopped by some of our houses last week looking for you."

Matt sighed, already knowing this girl was Stephanie and not knowing
how he'd explain to his friends that his hot, step sister was stalking
him. "Was her name Stephanie?" Matt asked, annoyed.

"Na, man. It was Jessica. She was with Tampa University athletics and
she wants to meet with you."

Chapter Eight

"You're a hard man to track down," the woman said with a smile.

"Me? Yeah, it's been an um- strange few weeks for me," Matt said with a
polite smile. He sipped his coffee and tried not to sneer at the taste.
When he met the woman at the coffee shop this morning, they shook hands
and she introduced herself as Jessica Wells. She was a thin woman with
an athletic body and her blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
She said on the phone that she was an athletic and recruitment
assistant at Tampa University. This surprised him for two reasons. One
recruiting for this year's athletics was long done, and they had
already rejected Matt from his football possibilities there. And two,
because Jessica was quite young looking. If she was 22 years old, he
would be surprised.

Normally, when meeting someone for coffee Matt would always get a
fruity drink or drink just water, but Matt didn't want to appear
childish in front of Jessica and ordered a coffee and forced it down
his throat.

"Oh yes, I remember my senior year of summer after high school- or
rather, I don't really remember?" Jessica laughed, and Matt nodded. It
was raining outside the coffee shop that morning. An overcast gray and
black muted the morning sun and made Matt glad he was indoors. "Well,
I'm sure you're wondering why we I asked you here today..." Matt smiled
and gave a nod. "As you know, we unfortunately passed on you for
recruitment. It was nothing personal. In fact, I spoke to several on
the coaching staff and they all liked you quite a bit. You were a
number one runner-up to be selected. Just a few of the other prospects
had slightly better stats and performance on the football field."

Matt tried his best to keep an even and polite face. He wanted to find
something in her words to be comforting or reassuring, but in reality,
every word just made him feel more bitter. This painstaking
conversation felt like a long breakup that just wouldn't end, when all
he wanted to do is just move on with the rest of his life and forget
about this.

"Yeah, I uh- I figured," Matt interjected. "I understand. I get it."

"Right, well," Jessica pulled out a thin manila folder from her open
large brown purse. "We're about 6 weeks into our training camp this
summer, and we've suffered quite a few setbacks. To name a few, a
string of training injuries- torn ACL and broken wrist, have benched
indefinitely some players. Then, two starters were hurt in a DUI car
accident-"

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"Jesus..." Matt shook his head.

"Yeah," Jessica made a knowing face. "And to top it all off, our star
rookie running back- actually, the high school senior we selected over
you, in fact, dropped out of camp unexpectedly two weeks ago to pursue
the- and I'm not kidding- Amish lifestyle."

Both Matt and Jessica shared an absurd laugh at the randomness of the
event and the ridiculous bad luck the Tampa football team was
undergoing. It did feel satisfying that his replacement that
effectively began his spiraling out of control this summer turned out
to be a bad choice. Not much reveling to be had, as all that meant was
no one won in the end.

"So, as you can imagine, there has been quite a bit of scrambling going
on these past weeks. It has been all hands-on deck, so to speak. But
Tampa would like to know if you would reconsider attending our
university and playing some football?"

"Wow... I mean... wow..." it was all Matt could think to say in
response. It was such an unexpected offer. He felt his palms get sweaty
and a mix of emotion swell inside him. "That's- I'm just surprised. I
didn't think colleges, you know, did this. So close to the start of the
season."

"We usually don't. This is us adapting to a lot of misfortune to try to
have our athletics program up on their feet for the fall."

"Well, I- I mean, I just sent in my paperwork for Indiana state, like 2
days ago so, I don't know if I can, you know... I'm kinda already
committed."

Jessica nodded, chewing her lip some, "oh okay, that's a nice school.
Could be fun. You playing any sports there? Or planning on it?"

"No, no... Tampa was kinda my only chance for that."

"Gotcha, you know what you're gunna major in?" Jessica took a sip of
her coffee. Matt only shook his head helplessly. "How about a
girlfriend? You have a girlfriend around here or going there?"

"Well, no not really," Matt laughed uncomfortably. He felt like he was
interviewing for a job and was unprepared.

"Not really?" Jessica asked with a coy and curious smile. Matt just
laughed as he thought of explaining or even what lie to say, but
thankfully Jessica continued. "Look I get it. I'm like the queen of
being a complicated mess. Especially before college, ugh." Jessica
rolled her eyes as her hands put her body on display. Matt had his
first chance to see the curves of her body. It was clear she worked
out. A bit of her belly showed on her low-cut shirt and it was as taunt
and tan as her arms and face. He imagined her a surfer in Tampa and he
also imagine she would look amazing surfing in a two-piece bathing
suit.

"Yeah, complicated mess. That's exactly my life right now." Matt rubbed
his palms on his pants.

"Well, look, I won't try to hard sell you on this offer or anything. I
know there's a lot of reasons for going to college near home. I'm sure
you're close with your family and friends. You love the Chicago area
like everyone does and probably hate the Florida heat."

Matt, in his mind, interrupted to say 'no' after every reason she
thought he was staying at a school near home. Actually, every reason
she listed for him was a good reason to go to Tampa.

"I don't- we don't typically make house calls like this. My office
doesn't even know that I'm here actually," Jessica shrugged. "I'm
actually from the South Bend area. I just drove up here to see my
family a bit on vacation and felt like I should try to at least offer
this to you."

"Wow, that was really nice of you. Why, though? I mean, like if you're
not getting paid to be here..." Matt furrowed his brow.

Jessica made a face and bobbed her head from side to side as if
measuring how much explanation she wanted to give Matt. "I once was
kind of in a similar spot you were in," she admitted. "I played high
school basketball and was pretty good. All-State. Even had Tampa
recruiters come up here and check me out. But like they did for you, I
got passed over for another girl who had a better free throw ratio. It
hurt a lot. I know you understand that. I still went to Tampa and-
don't get me wrong, I love my life now. You know, I just graduated and
have a good job on the administrative side of things, and I can surf
and travel all I want but, I never got a second chance to play."

Jessica had a flutter in her eyes, like emotion was creeping into them
despite herself. "I mean, I know I never would have gone pro or
anything. But my college years would have been drastically different
had I played. When I heard the recruiter tried calling you and you
weren't answering, then the office tried, and your phone wasn't
connecting... I don't know. I looked at your file and just couldn't
imagine if I was in your shoes and let a second chance pass me by
because I didn't answer a phone call."

Matt watched Jessica struggle with this thought. It truly seemed to
haunt her as she brushed something from her eyes. "I don't know. The
more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. I'm sorry, I'm over
here unloading my laundry on you." Jessica smiled and sniffled as she
wiped her eyes again.

"No, no, it's actually refreshing to just have a- I don't know, normal
conversation with a friend for a change," Matt smiled. Jessica seemed
to perk up when Matt called her a friend, and Matt liked that.

"Well, this is my pitch," Stephanie said, taking a deep breath. "If you
truly want to go to school in Indiana, then definitely do it. But if
part of you wants this opportunity in Tampa, I think you should take
it. We can't offer you a full scholarship, but we have this- it's
called a working scholarship." Jessica opened the Manila folder in
front of her and slid it in front of Matt to show him the one piece of
paper inside it. "Assuming you keep above a 3.0 average, your first
year 100% of your tuition is covered. Your second year, 50% is covered.
Third, 25%. And Fourth, nothing is covered. You'd have to pay for room
and board, too. It's not great, but it helps a lot."

Matt nodded, letting out a long sigh. "What do you think I should do?"

"Nuh uh, it's not that easy, friend." Jessica smiled and gathered her
things. "It's got to be up to you. But I've gotta get going. I've got a
date with a niece at the mall that I can't be late for. There's a
number on the back of that paper. Give that a call by Friday if you
decide to come back down to Florida with me." Jessica gave him a wink
as she stood up.

"Is that your number?" Matt asked hopefully.

Jessica giggled and shook her head. "no," after thinking about it for a
moment, she looked in her purse and pulled out a black pen and uncapped
it with her teeth. Scribbling on the corner of the Manila folder, she
wrote down a phone number underneath 'Jessica' and surrounded it with a
very curvy heart shape. "That's my number."

Jessica has a hint of rosy red cheeks as she went to leave and Matt
felt strangely calm considering he just asked for a gorgeous,
22-year-old woman's phone number and got it. A feat that would have had
him a nervous stuttering wreck before summer.

"Hey, Jessica?" Matt asked before she was too far from the table. She
stopped and turned back around. "Was it worth it? I mean, going to
school so far from home, away from everyone. Was it, I don't know,
hard?"

Jessica's bubbly smile dissipated as she took on a more thoughtful
look. "It was one of the hardest things I've ever done," she admitted,
then shrugged. "But becoming your own person is never easy."

Matt watched Jessica give him a nod and a smile before leaving.

Chapter Nine

Matt sat in his living room shrouded in the darkness. It was strange
and new being in the living room. He honestly couldn't think of a time
he had sat in here in the two years he's lived there. It felt nice
being in such an open place for a change. Freeing. It's what he wanted.
A change in venue to organize his thoughts and think through things
clearly.

It was dark when he had gotten home from his meeting with Jessica.
Sharon was often in bed early and his father was out of town on one of
his business trips. By the time Matt sat down on the couch, he realized
he'd forgotten to turn on the lights and just decided to leave them
off.

Minutes turned into an hour as he just sat there, thinking. Matt
visualized a white room with blinding light. And the only things in the
room beside him were two lipstick red doors. The door on the left read
'Indiana State University' on a wooden placard and the door on the
right read 'Tampa University.'

It was like an evil game show. He could not know what's on the other
side of the door until he opened it, but once he did open it, he had to
walk down it. There was no turning back. It made even this enormous
living room feel claustrophobic. But the truth was, no matter how
dramatic he acted or how much he struggled over this choice, in the
back of his mind he had already made up his mind.

It was like his time spent grappling over his options was more for
show. So five years from now, he could say he considered both paths
carefully. In truth, it was a no-brainer. Getting the second chance
offer from Tampa was nice- it was nice to be thought of and valued,
even if he was a second choice, but going to school there was a world
of unknowns. He knew no one there, except Jessica, who wasn't even a
student. He would have no money. No job. He'd be completely on his own.
Plus, there was no guarantee he could even play well enough to start,
let alone stay on the team.

At least if he stayed here and went to Indiana State, he would save
tens of thousands of dollars on school by having his dad pay for it.
Things were familiar to him here. Staying was the safe decision.

When the lights clicked on, it startled Matt. He shielded his eyes
until they adjusted to see his stepmother, Sharon, wobbling to the
kitchen. She wore a black and pink lacing night gown that hung like a
dress off of her thighs as she walked. She hadn't seen him yet and when
she opened the kitchen trash, she lazily tossed an empty wine bottle
into the trash, nearly missing. Sharon laughed by herself. Setting her
wineglass on the counter, she had it all but full from another long
pour of wine from a fresh bottle before she saw Matt.

"Oh, jeez-" Sharon did a double take at Matt sitting on the couch, then
put her palm to her bare chest as she calmed herself. "Matt, you scared
the shit outta me." She laughed.

"Sorry, I was just thinking over some things," said Matt.

"You too, huh?" Sharon said, taking a drink from her glass and nearly
spilling it as she walked towards him. His step mom fell into the couch
beside Matt. "What a shitty week, huh?"

Matt laughed at her vulgarity and how she was obviously drunk, which
was a new sight for him. "Aren't they always," he said.

Sharon giggled at that as she took another long drink. "You betchya
they are... What are you thinking about? Giiirls? Love?" Sharon batted
her tipsy eyes at him mockingly. She crossed her legs, which only
raised her dress higher on her thick thighs.

Matt smiled and shook his head. "No, not really, actually, just... I
don't know... life. Decisions. I don't know... for an 18-year-old guy
who's not really doing anything with my life, it sometimes feels like
I've got the weight of the world on me... it's dumb I know..."

Sharon fell back onto the couch. Her plump breasts bounced in her
revealing gown as her hair flowed over her shoulders. "Oh, to be young
again. I remember when I had stupid problems, and they felt life
altering at the time... I miss those days... try getting pregnant.
How's that for weight on the shoulders?"

"Yeah, that's true," Matt agreed. "I just had this meeting with Tampa-"

"I know you fucked Stephanie today- oops! I meant had sex with," Sharon
giggled to herself, covering her mouth. Matt went still as he felt a
hot sting on the back of his neck. "You guys are crazy to think all
that noise you're making doesn't come through downstairs. Just you wait
till you have kids and see how little they get away with."

The silence hung between them for a moment before Sharon spoke. "Don't
worry!" She shocked Matt's arm, nearly falling over as she did. "Relax.
You two are adults. I'm not going today for anything. Honestly. It's
not even their weird. Couple of horny teenagers locked in a room
together. It's be weird if you guys weren't fucking. It's not till you
get old like your dad that you stop wanting to fuck everything that
moves."

Sharon stares across the room at nothing as she took another drink.
"You probably heard us fighting a lot lately. He- we've been trying to
get pregnant. It's important to him but... I don't think he can- not
anymore. But he won't go get tested. He just blames me instead...
doesn't help that he's barely interested in having sex. He does his few
seconds then leaves me to my toys, hm."

Matt sat still as his step mother unloaded on him. The vast majority of
the information she shared was not something he wanted to know, but he
felt as though staying silent was the best choice here.

"I know- TMI," Sharon laughed, finishing her glass of wine and setting
it down on the table beside her. "But hey, I saw your penis today, and
I didn't ask to see that!" She blurted out, and Matt turned bright red
and looked at her. She must've been even drunker than he thought. "Oh,
stop. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You were- are well
equipped. Here, see we're even now." Sharon laughed as she adjusted her
gown and randomly pulled it down to show her heavy breasts. Her nipples
were hard and her plump tits swayed from side to side as she moved her
shoulders before covering back up. She laughed, fanning her face.
"Maybe I had a little much wine tonight."

"Just a little," Matt said, whatever he could to make the room feel
less awkward.

"Oh, come on," Sharon said, scooting a little closer to him as she
whispered in a not much quieter tone. "I know about you and Erica while
on vacation."

This did catch Matt off guard. He never intended Sharon to find out he
fucked her daughter, Erica. Just like he never planned on Stephanie to
find out he fucked her mother, Amy. But surprisingly, and maybe it was
the wine, but Sharon seemed pretty okay with what happened.

"You knew- you know?" Matt said.

"Hahaha, oh, the look on your face, sweetheart," Sharon giggled. "Wait
till you're a parent. We always know. Like I know, you told Stephanie
about you and Erica, didn't you? Yeah, Erica and I told each other
everything and she told me someone left her a letter at her house."

"What?" Matt shook his head.

"Uh huh, but it's fine. I don't want to know more. Like I said, you're
all a bunch of horny teens and I don't want to be involved- although I
am kinda jealous." Sharon looked down at her smooth legs and shook her
head. "What I wouldn't give to have someone to replace my vibrator..."

Matt shook his head and laughed internally to himself. Of all the
sexual positions he imagined himself being in, sitting beside his
quiet, polite, milf of a step mom was the least of them. Her words had
become so familiar to him over the past weeks, he could hear the door
opening for him to make a move on her. She wanted it. The way her
fingertips danced across her cleavage, teasing him.

Matt knew just how much worse this could only be if he did touch her.
Of the many things he had learned this summer, one was self-control,
though.

"Well, I think I'm going to go to bed then," Matt said as he stood.
"Have a goodnight." Matt was halfway to the stairs before a surprised
and flustered Sharon spoke up.

"Matt, wait, just wait," she stood on wobbly legs. "I'm sorry for- I
was just circling the problem that... I need your help. I need you to
do something."

"What?"

"I know it's weird, or whatever, but there's a fertility clinic I've
been looking into. I need you to come with me there tomorrow to give a
sample," Sharon said.

"Why me? Why not get my dad?"

"I told you- he won't go or get checked out or nothing. I mean, if I
get pregnant and the kid looks like you, he wouldn't suspect anything,
you know? He made you, so... please? This is all I need from you, this
one time, then I'll leave you alone," Sharon pleaded.

Leave me alone... need from you... all I need... leave me alone...

The words echoed from one side of his thoughts to the other. Lake a
wave that continually crashed. Drowning him. Sinking him deeper into
the dark depths of the water. Pulling him further into the trap.

Not even my step mother here even cares about me. She doesn't even want
to help me decide on a college or cares where I go. She only wanted me
to be her sperm donor. That's what this was. That's what all of this
is. She wasn't comforting me by telling me she knew about Erica and
Stephanie. She was blackmailing him.

Matt leaned his hand on the back of the second couch that was near the
living room entrance. Shaking his head, he saw his life like an
established and paved path through a dense forest. The black tar
asphalt was as clear and prominent as his past mistakes and future
direction.

His step mother stared at him hesitantly. Her fingers fumbling in front
of her. Sharon's uncomfortableness with the odd request for her stepson
to be her sperm donor was readily apparent. Sighing when she saw him
shake his head, she started, "look if you don't want-"

Her words were abruptly stopped when she heard the noise Matt made. The
slowly rising laughter that made his shoulders bounce and his hand cup
his abs. The longer he laughed, the louder it became until Matt finally
had to sit back down on the couch as Sharon joined in with a small
giggle. "What? What's so funny?" She asked.

Matt took a long sigh as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Oh, just
everything," was all Matt said. "It's all just so funny."

"Okay..." Sharon smiled, shaking her head. "So, what do you think? Will
you come with me tom-"

"Sure," Matt simply said. "But if you want it, you'll have to get it
tonight." Matt stared at her with a confidence that wasn't there
before.

"What?" Sharon crossed her arms and took a step back.

"You heard me," he smiled, leaning back in his seat. "Come over here
for a second." Sharon did and stopped in front of him. The waving skirt
of her nightgown brushing the tops of his knees. A curious hesitation
in her expression. Matt leaned forward. "I've gone through this too
many times, and am frankly kinda done playing these games. So I'll just
say it. You've told me how you know I've slept with Erica and
Stephanie. You walked in on me naked earlier. You showed me your
breasts. If you want my sperm to impregnate you. You have to do it
tonight."

Matt leaned back on the couch and undid his jeans. Sliding his jeans
down his ankles, he left his boxers on. Sharon backed away, wide eyed
and shocked. Her hand pressed to her bare chest. "Matt! I- I- no, we
can't. I'm your mother- I mean stepmother, but still I've- we can't!"

"Okay," Matt shrugged. "If you don't want to that's fine..."

Sharon looked between him, the bulge in his boxers, and the floor
several times, but didn't move. After several seconds, Matt shrugged
and reached down for his pants and began to pull them up. "Wait,"
Sharon blurted out, taking a step nearer and holding out her hand. She
clapped her hands against her thighs and took a deep breath. As if
psyching herself up, she clasped her hands and sat next to her stepson
on the couch. Her voluptuous hips brushed the thighs of Matt as she
made an extra effort to make sure her gown covered as much as it could
between her legs, but in doing so she pulled it lower on her cleavage
which nearly caused her breasts to fall out altogether.

His step mother took her hand and carefully reached over and petted his
bulge through Matt's boxers. Matt's limo shaft stirred instantly and
grew half mass under his boxers and her palm cupped it up and down.
Sharon's bottom lip was pushed to the side as she bit it. After a
moment, she pulled the elastic band down under his balls and marveled
at his thick, hard shaft. She shook her head. "This is so wrong," she
whispered with her hands in her lap.

A Step Apart Ch. 06

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-06

Matt&#x27;s story with his horny step family concludes.

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Matt brushed her long, flowing hair to the back behind her head and
felt her warm cheek turn into his palm. She was flush, if not from the
wine, then from the moment. The way she hummed at his touch and let him
brush his thumb across her pouty lips made Matt wonder just how
deprived his step mom was sexually.

"That's fine, we can stop," Matt said, but didn't move.

"Just... just..." Sharon blinked slowly in her drunken haze and let her
words evaporate as she turned her body towards him on the couch. Her
legs apart with one thigh bent on the couch, Matt could just barely see
her white panties with aqua polka dots. Sharon's delicate hand went
back to his thigh, as if stopping halfway to his shaft. She massaged
his inner thighs with her fingers and fingernails. Sandwiching his hand
against her cheek with the back of the couch, Matt continued to brush
his thumb over her cheek and lips.

After a moment, she reached out and delicately grasped his shaft.
Instantly, he stiffened in her palm. His step mom chewed on her lips as
she stroked him gently. Her lips kissed his thumb, then his palm, then
back to his thumb. Each kiss became wetter and more involved as her
grip slowly became fuller around his thick shaft. About the time her
lips took his thumb in her mouth, Sharon's thumb rubbed over the
urethra of his cock, spreading his pre-cum over the head.

Her lips closed around the meat of his thumb as she slid up and down on
it. Matt reached his other hand to her breasts. Through her gown, which
was thinner than a bedsheet, his warm hand cupped her breast, feeling
its weight and how soft it was. His step mom was startled but
immediately hummed a disapproving moan with his thumb still in her
lips.

When his index finger and thumb found her hard nipple and rolled it
back and forth, pulling so slightly through her gown, only then did she
begin to melt under his touch. Her mouth opened as she gasped, and she
looked at Matt in surprised bliss. Her grip firmed on his shaft as her
head fell to his shoulder and Matt knew she was his.

Chapter Ten

Matt could smell the familiar bubbly scent of his stepmother's
conditioner as she pressed her forehead into Matt's shoulder. Her
breathing became deeper and more labored as Matt continued to roll and
pull on her nipple. He could feel Sharon's hot breath on his shoulder
as she bit into it to release a high-pitched coo.

"Ohhh... god... this is so wrong..." Sharon groaned in an exhale.

Her hand stroked his shaft in long, messy and slow strokes. Her gown
shrouded it as she leaned over him. Matt kisses her temple and down her
cheek as his hand peeled her gown down and pulled her breast free.
"Ohhh..." she leaned backwards in a sigh as Matt cupped her bare
breast. Her eyes closed and mouth stuck open in shock, Matt moved his
lips down to her exposed nipple. Licking from her under boob up and
over her nipple, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and began to
suck and flick his tongue over the hard nub.

"Ohhh, no... yes... yes, don't... no, this isn't right. Mmmm..." Sharon
purred. Her words protested, but the eagerness that she stroked Matt's
cock became apparent as he flexed back on her. Her thick thigh curled
up and over his hips, so she was almost fully mounted on him. Matt felt
fingers cup and dig into the back of his neck as she moaned. "Oh god...
oh Jesus..."

Sharon aimed the head of his cock between her thighs. The pulsing bulb
of his shaft dragged across his step mother's soaked panties. Every
stroke she made on his shaft, she bounced lower on his shaft. Her warm,
moist panties got stuffed between her aching lips.

"Nooo, god... I can- it feels so good- it shouldn't feel- oh my- yes...
we shouldn't, Matt," his stepmother moaned. "Oh my god, we can't..."

The edge of her pussy rounded Matt's cock for too long. He slid his
right hand down over and around the back side of her thick, round ass
cheeks and he pulled a wad of her panties to the side. Like a dam
breaking, with no fabric in the way, he felt the head of his shaft pop
inside his step mother's pussy. Her warm wet insides welcoming and
squeezing on the head of his cock.

"Oh, my god!" Sharon cried out as she leaned back. Her face stuck in
perpetual shock. Her eyes were on the verge of rolling back in her
head. Matt nearly came from how horny his step mom was and how good she
felt on him. While his step mother was frozen, he pulled her gown up
over her head and tossed it to the couch beside them. Sharon, in a
daze, pulled her hair back and Matt saw her luscious thick tits with
small faded stretch marks from when they fattened after having
children. He flexed and his cock rose inside her and she clapped her
hand over her mouth.

Matt's hands rubbed down her bare thighs and back up, cupping her
hourglass hips as he began to thrust up into her. Slowly at first, then
gradually faster. Sharon, silent with a hand over mouth, just nodded a
pained expression at first, "yeah... yeah... yeah... oh my god... don't
stop... don't..."

Matt's fingers dug into her hips as he pushed inside her, making her
arms and thighs shake as her back stiffened. "Oh, godd!" Sharon's hands
clapped to her mouth as she screamed, releasing a powerful orgasm on
her stepson's cock. Her thighs jetted together as she rose and fell on
Matt's lap before releasing a guttural gasp for air.

"Oh my god, honey," his stepmother panted. Her hands rested flat
against Matt's chest as she hummed a coo, still feeling Matt's hard
cock inside her. "Oh my- baby, you know what you just did? You just
made your mother cum on your cock." Sharon half smiled while making a
guilty look. "That's so wrong- hmm!" She sat back and felt more of his
shaft push inside her, which made her close her eyes at the moment.
"God, but you feel so good, baby..."

Through squinted eyes, she carefully raised and lowered on his shaft,
hissing the lower she got on it. "Your cock... mmm... Ah... it's
turning your step mom into such a slut." Sharon cupped her plump
breasts and pressed them together. "You're such a dirty boy, aren't
you?"

Matt bit his lip as he pulled on his stepmother's ass and pressed his
cock deeper.

"Aahhh!" she cried out. Matt pulled out and bucked his hips back up,
making her moan. "Oh god, don't- Matt." With his hands firmly locked on
her hips, he bounced her on his cock as his cock slammed inside her wet
pussy. Her tits clapped together heavily with each thrust. Her moans
were powerful as she panted.

"Ugh!" Matt groaned, as he knew he was close. Sharon heard him and
managed to focus herself for a moment.

"Ugh- fuck me, baby, fuck your dirty fucking mother's pussy!" Sharon
cried. "Oh, god please cum inside me- please! Fill me up
ohgodI'mcumming!"

Matt pulled her tight to him as he flexed deep inside his mother's
pussy and shot his hot cum. The feel was overwhelming and dwarfed any
orgasm he could remember as he pressed back into the couch.

"Ohhh my... yesss... I feel you inside me, baby. No no, don't move,
baby." Sharon said, as stopped Matt from trying to stand. She raised
off him slowly, letting his limp cock fall from her pussy as she
lowered her mouth to his. Giving him a long, deep kiss, she released a
light moan. "No, not yet. Don't move. I want more." Sharon purred,
raising off of Matt's lap. "You made your mommy this slut, now you have
to satisfy her."

Sharon slid between her stepson's legs as she kneeled on the floor. Her
hand wrapped around his limp shaft and stroked the length of it. Even
soft, it looked thick and long in her dainty hand. "Mmmm... tiki don't
know how many times I've fantasized about this," Sharon sighed. "God, I
feel so dirty, but I can't stop myself- I need you hard, again. Mommy
needs you hard again. Hm? You like that, baby? You like mommy stroking
your big fat dick?" Sharon bit her lip as she continued to stroke him.

"All those times I saw you staring at my tits in the kitchen- you like
these mommy tits, huh?" Sharon held his shaft between her fat breasts
and rubbed his shaft and balls against it as she pumped him. "Mmm... I
can feel you getting harder. I can feel your fucking dick flexing in my
hand. Is that what you like? Hearing about mommy getting wet for your
cock. Can you believe mommy goes to sleep every night and fucks her
pussy silly thinking of this cock. Mommy's cock."

Matt groaned as he watched his step mom push the soft head of his cock
into her mouth. Her stern eyes stayed locked to his as she sucked his
shaft, tonguing the head as she groaned. The more she hummed and the
deeper she went on him, the farther apart her lips were spread as his
shaft flexed in her mouth. She forced her lips up and down on him until
he grunted, and she pulled her lips away messily.

"Mmmm fuck. I can't believe how big you are. Come with me. I want to
fuck you in my bed."

Matt stood up, kicking off his boxers and jeans, and started to follow
her to the bedroom. When they were passing the stairs, he decided that
was far enough. Matt wasn't playing this game anymore. Matt grabbed
ahold of his step mom's hips and she let out a startled sound as she
abruptly fell into the stairs.

"Honey, what are you- why-" Sharon started, but Matt turned her over so
she was kneeling on her hands and knees on the lower steps with her ass
facing Matt. She felt his shaft rub against her ass and looked behind
her wide eyed. "What are- are you going to fuck your mother right Here
on the stairs?" Matt said nothing, but only lined the head of his cock
up with the lips of her pussy as he pushed inside her.

"Ahhh oh fuck, Matthew!" Sharon screamed. Her pussy was so wet, it was
unbelievable. Matt's hands gripped her fat round Ass as he shoved
deeper inside her. His cock pumped in and out of her pussy as he
watched the back of her head lull with every thrust. "Jesus Christ!
Yes! Fuck your mommy's goddam cunt! Oh, my god! Don't be gentle with
mommy. Fuck her hard. Fuck her like the slut she is, oh god!"

Matt could hear the clapping sound of their bodies colliding. Matt felt
rejuvenated, having already came once. His shaft rock hard. He fucked
his mom at a steady pace for minutes on end. "Oh gah fug me! I'm
cumming!!" she screamed as her body seized and she pressed her forehead
into the stairs ahead of her. But Matt didn't stop. The waves of
euphoria and orgasms splashed over his step mom and Matt continued to
fuck her pussy relentlessly.

Every muscle in his abs and back and arms flexed as he held his
mother's limp and soft body up as her voice cracked as she moaned from
her third and fourth orgasm. With her hair messy from an hour of sex
and matted to her sweaty brow, Matt groaned as he felt himself nearing
the edge.

"You want me to cum inside you, mom?" Matt grunted.

"Jesus Christ, yes! Fuck. Me. Impregnate mommy," Sharon cried. "Make me
your slut. Cum inside your fucking slut. Cum- cum ahhh!"

Matt grabbed a lock full of her messy hair and pulled her head back
with one hand while fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. "Yes!
Oh fuck yes. Yes! Fuck me like a slut! Use me like a whore!"

Matt watched her fat ass jiggle with every thrust, like her thick tits
bounced and clapped off another. Cramming his cock deep inside his step
mom's cunt, he lost himself as he came.

Sharon's body seized as she screamed, "Jesus Christ- I'm cumming I'm -
fuck I'mcummingimcumming! Ahhh!" Her legs spasmed as she screamed until
her voice broke as Matt filled his step mom with his cum.

Sharon was a trembling mess lying on the stairs. She giggled and cooed
while catching her breath. "That was so good. You were exactly what I
needed." By the time she turned around, Matt had already zipped his
pants back up. "We're going to make this a regular thing, you and I. I
need more of this..."

Matt stepped up the stairs, walking around his stepmother's naked body.
There was purpose and determination in each one of his steps. For the
first time, he knew what he wanted. He knew what path he was to follow.
And most importantly, he was done just being someone who fulfilled the
needs of others who just wished to use him.

"Matt. Matt?" Sharon called after her stepson as he went into his room,
but the only reply she received was the sound of his door slamming
shut.

Chapter Eleven

"You can't cancel all my credit cards and bank cards!" Stephanie
shouted as soon as she saw her mother.

"And you can't ignore your mother forever," Amy said, sitting up from
the kitchen stool where she sat. Stephanie knew this, of course.
Avoiding her mother and this conversation was delaying the inevitable,
but she had bigger things to worry about- like Matt. Now that those
things were taken care of and her mother had become increasingly
desperate by shutting down her accounts, the time was now.

Stephanie spent the entire ride over to her mother's house, psyching
herself up. It was around noon on Saturday, so she thought her mother
should be home right about now. She didn't know exactly what she was
going to say, but she knew the general, 'fuck you,' theme she had
planned. /She can't decide what I'm going to do with my life and she's
not going to decide who I'm with!/

Amy motioned to the stool beside her. "Now I don't want to argue, but
if you want to sit down, we can finally have a discussion-"

"No, I don't want to sit down!" Stephanie shouted. "I want my accounts
reactivated. And I want you to stay out of my life forever!"

"Listen, I want to have a conversation with you and not a shouting
match. I was wrong to yell at you like I did when I walked in on your
brother and you-"

"Step. Brother," Stephanie emphasized. "And don't act so high and
mighty. Like you are some moral authority, /mom!"/

"What are you talking about?" Amy asked.

"Not only did you fuck Tom, Matt's dad just for his money, you fucked
Matt, too!" Stephanie shouted.

Amy retreated. She could see genuine shock and shame on her mother's
face. Something she hadn't seen before. For once, it was Stephanie that
was in control. Her mother's plan of trapping her wasn't going to work.

"I... I... I didn't know you knew about that," Amy said as she sat down
on one of the stools. "I was doing it for you, though. You're too young
to be doing this, Steph. Once you have your degree and a job, you can
take more risks, but I'm not going to let you accidentally or
purposefully get pregnant and drop out of school. And I'm definitely
not going to let you get attached to /that/ family. Think about it, if
Matt got you pregnant, Tom, Matt's dad, would be in your life forever.
You get that right. That piece of shit I divorced."

"You also married him! And I won't be attached to Tom. I'll be attached
to his son, Matt! Who I love and he loves me, and we are going to be
together forever!"

"Stephanie, you were tracking his phone. You followed him without him
knowing to another state," Amy said. "That's not love. And he doesn't
love you."

"You don't know that! You don't know anything!" Stephanie was becoming
flustered. It was like his worst fears had gotten a voice of their own.
Everything she worried about was coming to the forefront. "Matt- Matt
loves me. I saw him this week and we- he's going to Indiana State and-
and we're moving in together and he's going- we're going to get
married."

"No, Stephanie, I won't-" Amy snapped.

"And- and I could already be pregnant! I was just at his house days ago
and came inside me! Huh? Like that, /mom!"/

This took Amy off guard. Eyes wide with fury and her skin was hot with
anger. "When? This week?"

"Yeah," Stephanie said with a smile. "Like two days ago. What do you
think about that?" While Amy fumed over the news, Stephanie heard her
phone make Matt's custom alert beep, to notify her that he had texted
her. "In fact, that's him right now." Stephanie took out her phone and
started reading the unusually long text from her stepbrother. The
further down the message she read, the angrier she became.

Then Stephanie's mother's phone beeped as well. Stephanie ran to Amy's
side and took her phone out of her mother's hand. It was a text from
Matt. It was the same text from Matt.

"No no no!" Stephanie turned and ran out the door.

Her mother quickly followed. "Stephanie! Wait!"

Chapter Twelve

"Where is he? Is he here?" Stephanie shouted as she let herself into
Matt's house. Sharon was on the phone with someone. She pointed at
Stephanie and nodded her head.

"Nope, yup, that's her. That's her. She just walked in. Yeah," Sharon
said, jabbing her finger at Stephanie. Sharon hung up the phone
furiously. "Did you break into my daughter's house?!"

"Where's Matt? His car's not outside. He's not responding to texts."

Sharon grabbed Stephanie's arm and turned her around before she went up
the stairs. "I'm talking to you!" Sharon shouted. "Erica just called
me. She had found your note days ago about her cheating husband, but
guess what? Her husband just found the note you left for him telling
him that Erica slept with Matt!" Sharon pushed Stephanie's arm. "You
ruined a marriage! They have a child!"

"Yeah, I did. You know why?" Stephanie screamed in Sharon's face.
"Because your daughter is a slut! Matt is my boyfriend."

"He's your step brother!" Sharon yelled.

Amy barged through the front door, nearly hitting Sharon with the door.
"Where is he?"

Sharon glared at Amy like a cougar protecting her turf. "What are you
doing here?"

"Matt, where is he? You know he was fucking my daughter?" Amy sniped.

Stephanie yelled back at her, "you fucked him too!"

"What?" Sharon said and instantly began to blush.

"This is over," Amy yelled. "Tom, get your ass out here. I know you're
here. I saw your stupid fucking car outside."

"What the hell is going on out here?" Matt's father, Tom, walked in
from the living room. His tight white shirt stretched around his pot
belly.

"Your son has been having sex with /my/ daughter!" Amy pointed at
Stephanie as she cursed.

"It's my body! I can do and have what I want with it." Stephanie yelled
back.

The front door was still open, and Stephanie could see Erica storming
towards it. Her voice was audible from outside. "You fucking bitch! You
ruined my life!"

Stephanie saw the fury in Erica's eyes as she ran for the doorway and
for the first time recognized that Erica was a larger and more
intimidating woman than she was. Stephanie turned for the stairs and
clamored up them. She heard the commotion below as others followed her.

"Erica, slow down," Sharon said.

"Matt, get down here!" Tom shouted as all of their footsteps thundered
up the stairs.

Stephanie barged into Matt's room, only to see he was not there. His
laptop, backpack, and all of his things were there, but he wasn't
there. Instead, on the bed was a large mound of trash bags of clothes
and random items like a snow scraper for a car or baseball uniform.

"Stay downstairs- Erica, no, listen to me," Sharon shouted down the
stairs as the others came into Matt's room behind Stephanie. "Just stay
downstairs. We're going to talk about this."

"I'm going to kill that fucking bitch!" Erica shouted from downstairs
as she paced back and forth.

"Where's Matt? Where is that boy?" Tom's voice boomed over Stephanie's
shoulder, eager to yell to himself.

"He- he should be here. I don't know where he could be," Sharon
stuttered helplessly. Stephanie pulled out her phone and called Matt.

"And what are you doing here?" Tom shouted at Amy. "This isn't your
home."

"I'm here to tell /your/ son to stay away from /my/ daughter," Amy
sniped back.

There was a ringing in the room. It came from the foot of the bed near
the pile of junk on the bed. Stephanie and the others walked towards it
and found Matt's phone sitting upon a note that just four words written
on it and Matt's signature.

'This is MY life and I'm going to live it.'

Chapter Thirteen

Matt looked down at his gray shirt that he wore and thumbed a torn
patch of it near the neck. It was the largest of several holes formed
in the used shirt he wore. Smiling to himself, he fingered the hole a
few more times before leaving it be and rolled down the front seat
windows. The fresh air whipped inside Matt's car rattling the black
trash bag in the back seat filled with more used clothes, mostly
workout clothes, he bought at second hand stores.

A Step Apart Ch. 06

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-06

Matt&#x27;s story with his horny step family concludes.

Page 6 of 6 page(s) (3125 characters)

The open road as he drove south on I-65 approaching Kentucky felt like
he was swimming into the open waters of the ocean already. A vast
horizon ahead of him filled with clear skies and a blend of warm reds,
cool blues, and gorgeous violets.

He had sent the same text to all the women in his 'family.' He took
responsibility for his part in the mess he created, but blamed no one
else. He told them all he was going to live his own life and be his own
man and not to contact him. To his father, he sent a shorter text
simply stating, 'keep your money.'

Matt palmed his new pay-as-you-go phone and held the single piece of
paper against the steering wheel despite the wind so he could type the
phone number that was written inside the heart shape. Smiling as he
typed his text, he clicked, 'send' and set the phone down in his cup
holder beside his bottle of water.

				  Matt

'Hey, Jessica. It's Matt from Chicago. Wanted you to be the first to
know. Took ur advice. Heading to Florida now. Just wanted to say thx 4
caring enough to come in person to tell me.'

Only a few minutes passed before his phone buzzed in reply.

				Jessica

'I'm so excited for you! A friend in admissions said they got your
email and they're rushing your paperwork thru right now.'

Matt smiled at his phone and set it back down. Beside him in the
passenger seat was an old refurbished laptop and some pens and paper he
bought. Everything in the car was used and old but everything in the
car, including the car, was bought with his earned money. His car was
emptied out of anything that was bought with his dad's money. Down to
his socks and a snow brush from his trunk for his car. /New 'used'
clothes. New 'used' backpack. New 'used' Matt./

The farther he drove away from the North, the further Matt felt from
home, but the closer he felt to /his/ life. Free from under his
father's thumb, he felt as though he could breathe for the first time
in a decade. But that freedom came with many costs and risks. Financial
independence being one of them. Matt now lived without a home or family
and with only little more than $3,400 to his name. He didn't know where
he was going to sleep once he arrived in Tampa. He didn't know how he
would do when he arrived at his first football practice on Monday. His
path ahead would be hard, but it would be his to forge. He had made the
decision to live the life of his own making. To be the man he wanted to
become and not let others make the choices for him. It was a
challenging path, but it was the challenge he drove towards.

Matt's phone buzzed again.

				Jessica

	      'Oh and thx for caring enough to text me ;)'

				  Matt

			      'Haha np :)'

				Jessica

				  ':)'

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creampie; rough%20sex; fingering

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