“Fuck,” he groaned again as he began to pound me with renewed energy.
We kept fucking each other, moaning and groaning and reaching deeper heights. Then I started feeling a warm tingle spreading all over my body. I had an idea what this feeling was because of all the times I had touched myself, but the intensity with which it hit me was new to me.
“I think I’m going to come,” I said. He stopped thrusting. “No, don’t stop,” I screamed.
“I have something for you,” he said as he made me get on my knees on the bed and spread out my legs.
“Yes,” I said. I had always wanted to be taken on all fours, and I wasn’t going to let this chance slip by me.
Once he was satisfied that I was in the right position, he leaned over me on his knees and pushed his hard cock against my pussy, trying to find my slit. I reached underneath me, grabbed his cock, and pushed him into me. He didn’t waste any time fucking me again. He grabbed my butt checks as he did and fondled them as he thrust repeatedly into me again.
“Hit me,” I said from out of nowhere. He slapped my butt cheeks gently. “No, harder.” He did it a little harder, but he was still being very gentle with me. “Harder, Tyler. Hit me harder.”
He smacked me a little bit more, and the pleasure of the pain mixed with the sweetness of his cock took me to new heights. I groaned, knowing I wouldn’t make it too much longer. I reached underneath me and fondled his balls, hoping to intensify his pleasure. That worked; he moaned non-stop. The more I fondled his balls, the harder and faster he fucked me, and the harder he went, the more I felt like melting.
“Oh, my gosh,” I yelled, as the warmness that had been bubbling overtook me, causing my entire body to quake as I started coming. “Fuck.”
Tyler groaned, and he started shaking as well, his entire body moving. He thrust into me a few more times—hard, fast, jerky thrusts. I felt what I knew was his cum, a warm liquid that burst in me, coating the inside of my pussy and dripping out of me while he was still in me.
He collapsed on me, and for some time, we just lay there, he on top of me, his cock still buried inside of me. I lay there, my mind devoid of anything and everything, and all I could think about was how much pleasure he had just given me and what that meant for our relationship. I was never going to look at him again as just my crazy stepbrother. Today marked a new step in our relationship, and try as much as I could, I didn’t know what to think of us yet.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he slipped out of me and rolled over to rub my back.
I felt his cum dripping out of me and started laughing.
“What?” he asked.
“You just slept with your sister,” I said. “And you came in her.”
“Point of correction. I just fucked my stepsister, something I have always wanted to do,” he said, smiling as he kissed me. “And this is the best day of my life.”
TYLER
What do you do the morning after fucking your stepsister? You do it again if she lets you! Our parents were gone as usual, and Jenn and I found ourselves in each other’s arms. It was less awkward than the day before. Jenn was eager to discover places on my body that I had no idea were erotic. I spent most of the day worshipping her body, making her come so many times I thought she would die of sheer pleasure.
At the end of the day, we decided to take a walk to our favorite frozen yogurt place like we were an old couple. As soon as I stepped outside the house, I put my arm around her waist, a gesture that would have looked harmless if not for the fact that I squeezed her butt rather quickly before she could react.
“Tyler!” she shrieked as she jumped away.
“What?” I said, pretending I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Are you trying to get me in trouble?”
“Why would I do that?” I asked. I knew exactly where she was coming from. If any of our nosy neighbors saw us, it could mean a lot of trouble for us.
“You can’t exactly go around touching your sister’s butt,” she whispered as she drew closer to me.
I did it again, and she playfully slapped my hand away. “But you’re not my sister,” I said. “And I do like touching you.”
She stopped in her tracks like I had said something wrong. I stopped as well, waiting to hear what I had done to upset her, but she moved close to me, stretching herself as tall as me, but still barely reaching my shoulders.
“You know a secret?” she asked. I shook my head. “I like you, a lot, and I love touching you, but we have to be very careful. We could get caught.”
She was right—we could get caught, but I wasn’t worried about that. I would only worry about us getting caught when I knew I was doing something wrong. I was not doing anything wrong.