A Step Apart: MILF

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: blow_job, dirty_talk, family_sex, female_orgasm, incest,
step_brother, step_dad, step_mom, step_sister, taboo

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


*_A Step Apart: MILF_*

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Recap:

If you didn't get a chance to read the previous books completely, A
Step Apart: Teased (1), Strained Relationship (2), and Caught (3),
here's a quick recap. Matt has graduated high school and is coming down
to the wire on deciding what college to attend in the fall. Having been
embroiled in a very messy, sexual triangle involving his father's
ex-wife, Amy, and her daughter, Stephanie, Matt looks to put the past
behind him as he leaves on a camping trip with his asshole father and
his new family. Matt will look to his newest step sister, Erica, for
refuge and friendship while trying to escape the complicated sexual
mess he had left behind for this hell of a camping trip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

/Who would want me?/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what about your husband?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want to feel mommy's tits?"

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

"Yes, what?" Erica raised an eye brow.

"Nng- yes sister."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laid on the floor in the darkness for a while just thinking. All
this time Matt had thought he was the one who had manipulated and all
the women in his life for his pleasure. Now, thinking about how Erica
was blatantly using him for revenge sex on her husband, Matt couldn't
help but wonder if he was the one being used all along?

Slowly, he pulled his boxers back on and up over the mess on his now
limp dick. He could hear Erica's breathing change as he thought she was
finally sliding into her dreams. He looked at the window and realized
he had yet to draw the curtains yet. With them being in the middle of
nowhere and only bushes and trees outside, the thought hadn't occurred
to him.

Matt's vision caught the flutter of movement to his left and he looked
out the window. In the cool moonlight a frozen figure stared perfectly
still having watched what he and step sister, Erica, had just done
through the glass. Her blond hair was draped over her bare shoulders on
the revealing tank top she wore.

When Stephanie, his other step sister, realized she had been found, a
twist of shock and fear merged in her eyes as she took off running from
sight around the cabin. Matt wanted to dart up and follow her. To know
where she went to, but he didn't want to alarm Erica or any of his
family for that matter. Instead he laid there in shock. Puzzled what
Stephanie was doing out in the middle of Wisconsin.

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

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