A Step Apart: Strained Relationship

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: brother, cunnilingus, family_sex, female_orgasm, incest,
moaning, sister, stepbrother, stepmother, stepsister

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


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

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

"St- umm... yes, yeah. I was just tired and..." Matt caught himself
before he corrected stepmom number 2 that Stephanie was his stepsister.
A certain detail that had become more important to him in the last 24
hours. "H-how's things going here? Must be nice having my dad home for
a weekend for a change?"

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

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

"No, thanks," Matt smiled politely.

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

"Okay, maybe," Matt lied. He watched Sharon leave with her husband's
drink. In her 20s she was a gorgeous woman. The kind of woman that not
even my dad with his high six figure salary could woo. Matt knew this
from pictures he'd seen. He imagined her having quite the attitude back
then. Being only 5'4 and still looking down at all her would be suitors
trying to impress her to get to her perfectly plump breasts or a chance
to squeeze her rounded ass cheeks. /How could you be that attractive
and not be a bitch?/

But one of the few men that managed past her defenses turned out to be
the wrong one. Sharon became pregnant in her early 20's and the man
quickly disappeared. Raising a little girl on her own definitely
humbled her, fixing any attitude she might've had. She was the nicest
person Matt had ever known. But between having a child and 25 years of
time passing made it show on her. Not that she was now unattractive-
far from it. Her eyes were a sea of blues that you could still get lost
in. While she had become curvier in her later years, most of the weight
had gone to her breasts and butt only to engorge them.

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

That Sunday was one of the rare days his father was home for work and
the less time he could spend looking at his gaunt face that seemed
permanently fixed in a judgmental scowl the better. It was for the
best, him being home kept Sharon distracted freeing up the house- or at
least the 2nd floor to himself. He spent most of the night and
following days recollecting his time with Stephanie. He tried to
remember how her breasts felt just like he wondered how they tasted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amy nodded pursing her lips. For some reason, just her pursing her lips
was enough for Matt to realize what she was wearing. Amy was in every
sense of the word, a cougar. At 40 years old with dark black hair and a
lush firm body, she was the kind of neighbor every young boy wished
lived next door. Faded tattoos were sporadically appearing when she
wore more revealing clothes that illuminated her adventurous past. But
today she wasn't leaving in her usually, going shopping outfits.
Matching jeans and blouse with gold rings and her bracelet that she
always wore with the several pendants that dangled from it. Today she
wore a sleek black dress with a long V neck that allowed Matt to just
see the side of her breast as it hid under the thinnest of fabric.

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

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

Stephanie had been watching TV in the living room when Matt came
inside. Well, less watching TV than, of course, looking at her phone as
she sat slumped in the corner of the couch. It had been over 20 minutes
now since he sat down in a nearby lazy boy and they were watching some
reality TV show about women competing for a rich guy. /Ironic. Its the
story of my life- or rather my dad's life. I'm just the one who has to
suffer through it./

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matt

'See ya, next Saturday!'

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

Stephanie

'C U then'

Story Tags: brother; cunnilingus; family%20sex; female%20orgasm;
incest; moaning; sister; stepbrother; stepmother; stepsister

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