Stepsister, Stepsister - Ch2 (MF, inc, oral, anal)
tho...@my-dejanews.com
When we finished the first goblet of wine, Helen asked, "More, big brother?"
She was getting a little tipsy, and was quite cute in that state. Her pixie-
ish sense of humor came out, and I could see where Ryan and Bobby got their
devilish mischief.
"Sure, I can't let my little step-sis drink me under the table. I'm game."
"Ha! There is not much ‘little' about this step-sis! I think you're drunk
and confusing me with Kristi! That doesn't happen very often. We are very
different."
"No, I wasn't confusing you. I meant ‘little' in the sense of younger."
"So...your BIG ‘little step-sis,' then?" Helen was feigning irritation.
Actually, she was teasing because she knew I liked her a lot better that her
pompous sister.
"Now, don't put words in my mouth, sis!" I was trying to get out of this
corner.
"Well, Michael, I am big..."
"Yes, sweetheart, but you are big in all the right places."
"Oh, you noticed, did you? For a while I thought you were just fixated on the
numbers on this jersey."
"Well, they are very nice numbers, and you do wonders for the shirt."
Helen got serious. "Michael, do you know that is the first time a man has
complimented my breasts in about 10 years?"
"I can't imagine that. You have beautiful breasts."
"You don't think I'm fat?"
"No, you're large." Helen laughed out loud.
"I mean it!" I countered, still defensive, but honest. "You are not fat. You
have a large frame. Broad shoulders, broad hips, and large breasts. But you
are not fat in the belly. You are just a big, beautiful woman."
"Well, that's sweet, Michael." Helen cooed. "But I'm not sexy, like my sister.
Of course, I'm not a slut either; so on balance, I guess I'm ahead of the
game." I was surprised at the negative remark about Kristi. The two sisters
are very close.
"Sexy is a state of mind. I'm sure Ron thinks you are sexy. I'm sure you are
very capable of being sexy when you're in the mood."
"Well, I feel sexy sometimes — especially when I drink wine. But I'm not sure
about Ron. He never was very sexy. He loves me, but he really doesn't have a
sexy side to his personality."
"And do you? I asked.
"Oh yeah! OH YEAH! I sure do. But I don't show that side often."
"Why not?"
"Ron doesn't like it. It scares him. He is very conservative sexually...in
every way, actually."
"If Ron doesn't like you sexy, when do you show that side of your
personality?"
"Oh sometimes, a bunch of us girls get together and get drunk when the men are
out hunting, or out of town, or whatever. Then, I am comfortable, with people
I trust, and I let it out."
"How do you let it out?" I asked, intrigued at the turn in the conversation.
"Oh, sometimes we talk about sex, about things we have tried, or would like to
try. Sometimes we dance. I love to dance."
"What kind of dance?" Now Helen had my full attention. I was starting to
visualize her full breasts bouncing as she danced.
"Oh, you know, sexy dances. Sometimes I do a strip tease. Other times, I
just dance to rock music. It varies with my mood."
"Hmmmm. Sounds interesting. Do you ever dance for Ron?"
"No," she said dejectedly. "I tried once, but he stopped me."
"Why? What is he...nuts!?" I was amazed.
"No, as I said, Ron is just not comfortable with anything erotic. He is OK
with regular sex, but he is strictly a plain vanilla kind of guy. Nothing but
straight vaginal sex, and certainly no erotic foreplay."
"Ummm. Too bad. He's missing out on a real treat."
"Do you think so, Michael...really, do you?"
"Hell, yes!"
"Well, Michael...I'm half-drunk, and I'm in a sexy mood. Would you like to
see me dance? Would you like me to dance for you?"
"Of course! Silly girl! Of course, I would like that."
"Okay, I'll do it. What kind of a dance would you like, Mikey?"
"Any kind. Surprise me."
"You got it, big brother! I'll be back in a few minutes."
Having said that, Helen downed the remainder of her wine. She selected two
CD's from the collection and placed them in the carousel changer. She grabbed
the remote and started Kenny G on the stereo to set the mood. She refilled my
goblet and her own, and then departed to her bedroom, taking her wine and the
remote with her. As she walked out of the living room, she looked over she
shoulder and, with an excited giggle, swished her big ass at me provocatively.
I wondered where the Hell this was going.
About 15 minutes later, the music suddenly changed to Janet Jackson and Helen
returned. But it was a very different Helen.
Helen was wearing a sheer, very pale pink, two-piece negligee. The top hung
loosely over her beautiful tits, reaching halfway to her waist. The bottoms
were see-through harem pants. The negligee hid nothing.
Under the negligee, she was wearing white lace stockings with pink garters and
a white lace half- bra. The bra must have been reinforced with industrial
steel cables. It cupped and supported her massive tits, causing them to jut
straight out, but leaving them free to sway and jiggle, which they did
delightfully as she walked. Her nipples rested just on the top of the bra.
Helen was wearing no panties, and her beautiful pussy was completely clean-
shaven! I thought I could see something glisten when the light struck her
pussy lips in a certain way, but I wasn't sure. Helen's hair was no longer
in a casual pony tail. It was twisted on top of her head to show off her
pretty face. She wore a rhinestone tiara in her hair, as well as full
make-up. I had never seen her with makeup before — she usually wore none.
Helen was a vision. She reeked sex!
My jaw must have dropped open, because she smiled and asked, "You like, big
brother?"
"Oh my God, yes! Helen, you are beautiful!" She really was.
Helen laughed, cranked up the volume on the Janet Jackson song, and began to
dance. At first, there was nothing sexy about her dancing, just swaying to
the rhythms. Despite her size, Helen was a very good dancer. She loved to
dance, that much was obvious.
And I loved to watch. My cock began to swell eagerly in my slacks. I
fidgeted on the couch. Helen noticed and smiled, but did not comment. She
continued to sway to the music through the end of the song.
The next cut was a slower song. I had this CD and knew it well, so I knew
that this song was out of order. Helen had used the remote to program in
certain songs for her dance routine, rather than just dance to whatever
happened to come up next. She was carefully setting the mood.
During the slow song, Helen removed the top portion of her negligee. She did
it very slowly, taking almost the whole song to remove it. She swayed
suggestively closer, bending over to give me a cock-hardening view right
between the two largest tits I had ever seen.
"Like my titties, Big Brother?" She teased.
"Oh yeah!" I responded eloquently.
"They are really restricted by this top, Bubbie. Can you help me? Can you
unhook my bra and release them for me...pleeeeeeese?"
By now I was about to cum in my pants! The massive bra looked like the
suspension cables of the Golden Gate Bridge. I noticed that it hooked in
front, so I gingerly reached forward and unhooked it. It was not easy. The
bra was holding a lot of weight and that made the hooks very tight. Finally,
as I got it unhooked, Helen grasped each side of the bra underneath the cups
to keep the bra from just exploding open. Then she shuffled a few steps away
from me, gradually letting the two halves of the bra open and releasing her
enormous tits.
Helen licked her lips, and cooed, "Oh Bubbie....thank you! That feels SO much
better."
She continued to sway suggestively to the slow tempo, her massive tits
heaving and swaying to the beat. "Do you like Sissy's big titties, Bubbie?"
Helen was quickly making up an entire vocabulary of nicknames for us.
"Oh Yeah, Sissy! Those are beautiful titties!"
"Wanna see them closer, honey?"
"Oh yeah!"
Helen rocked and glided sensuously to the music, moving enticingly about one
foot closer. She was just out of reach.
Helen's breath was a little labored by now. (So was mine, and I wasn't even
dancing!). Sweat moistened her skin. Perhaps teased by the bra, her nipples
were rock hard. She danced slowly closer...closer...closer.
"That bra is pretty, but it hurt my titties, Bubbie. Would you like to kiss
them for Sissy, and make them better."
"Oh yeah!" I was in a rut...severely conversationally challenged.
I leaned forward to kiss Helen's right breast, but she was swaying, and I just
missed it. She slid sexily closer, and I kissed, then sucked her nipple.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" Helen jumped like she had been jolted by electricity.
"Uhhhhhh!!!!"
"Oooooo, Bubbie.....not so fast." Helen danced away. "Ooooooo, Bubbie, that
felt so good. Would you like to suck Sissy's titties again?"
"Yes, Sissy...I would love to kiss your sweet titties, lick them, suck
them...whatever you want. Whatever you have been missing."
"I've been missing a lot, Bubbie. Are you sure you can give me what I've been
missing?"
"I'll try, Sis, I'll try. Whatever you've been missing, I'll try."
"Well, for now, let's concentrate on my titties. Suck them hard, Bubbie!
Don't play around...suck them hard!" She swayed up next to me and thrust both
of her huge tits in my face. I grabbed her left tit and sucked the nipple
pretty hard.
"Ah! Ahhhhh! Oooooo, that's good, baby, more!" she cried.
I sucked harder, really hard. I was afraid I was going to hurt her now.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!! Aaaaiiiiiiieeeeee!!!! Suck baby, suck! Suck my nipple off,
Mike!"
I tried. Helen had stopped dancing now. Failing to suck her nipple off, I
bit it. She shrieked with pleasure. I bit it again. Hard. She jumped and
gyrated, but kept her tit in my mouth. I sucked it again as hard as I could.
Helen purred, "Ohhhhhh....so good...soooooooo goooooooooood...."
Then, the song was over and she pulled away, rocking now to the beat of a much
faster tune. She was bouncing and weaving excitedly now, rocking hard. She
swung her torso around wildly to throw her huge tits around. Then, in
syncopated rhythm with the song, she stepped right in front of me again as I
sat on the couch. Helen was standing tall, feet together. Her sexy pussy was
right in front of my face, obstructed only by the sheer harem pants.
Helen began to buck her pelvis straight forward and straight back, in perfect
time to the driving beat. She looked like she was fucking an imaginary point
about an inch in front of my mouth, which by now was hanging wide open. As
she fucked the air, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the harem
pants, and slowly, tantalizingly, began to lower them. Lower, halfway to the
knees. Lower...lower...below the knees. Finally, she let them drop to the
floor.
Helen stepped to the side, out of the harem pants, and then stepped right back
to her original position...right in front of my gaping mouth. She never lost
the beat, never stopped humping.
"Do you like my shaved pussy, Bubbie?" she teased. It was right in front of
me. And it was sopping wet with lubricant. That must have been the
glistening I spotted earlier.
"I shaved it just for you a few minutes ago, Michael, but I got all excited
and sloppy from thinking about you licking my pussy. That's why she's so wet
now. Sorry."
"That's OK Sis, want me to clean her up a little?"
"Oh yes, Michael. I want you to lick her clean. I want you to take your time
and do a really good job. No need to rush like you did with my titties...but
not yet, Michael. Not yet."
"Why, baby?"
"Well, Michael...here I stand, with just my lace stockings on...but you are
fully clothed. That's not fair, Michael. You need to get more comfortable.
Take off your shirt...and don't be so shy, come dance with me."
As I quickly struggled to get out of my shirt, Helen spun away, all the way to
the other side of the room, swaying provocatively to the beat. I removed the
shirt and danced over to her.
Helen danced closely to me now, still maintaining the rocking beat. She
rubbed her enormous tits against my chest. As we swayed together, I thought
I was going to cum in my pants. Helen was thinking the same thing.
"Oh Michael...this is so sexy. If we did this long enough, I think I could
cum. You are so sexy, Big Brother!"
"Me? You're the hot one, Sis. You are amazing!"
Helen pressed her massive breasts into my chest and we swayed side to side
with the music. Then she deftly undid my belt and unhooked and unzipped my
slacks. She lowered them to the floor, leaving me dancing only in my Calvin
Klein briefs.
The bulge in my pants was very evident by now. "Oh, Michael...you have a big
dick! Let me see it!" Helen was beaming with excitement.
I do have a pretty good sized dick. Although it is average size when soft, it
gets to about 7 ½ inches when erect, sometimes a little more. But my cock is
more thick than long, and it is the girth that gives women so much pleasure.
My big cock was fully erect now, and Helen was salivating over it.
Helen stopped dancing and knelt in front of me in the middle of the living
room "dance floor." She continued to sway back and forth, wagging her great
tits back and forth as she slowly pulled my briefs off. When my cock was
fully exposed, she squealed with delight.
"Oh Michael! That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen! So big and so
hard! Did Sissy do that to you, hon?"
"You sure did, Sis."
Then, my big beautiful stepsister stopped moving to the music, reached
forward, and took my swollen cock into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet.
She was drooling in anticipation. She took my dick deeper and deeper. As
she did so, she softly licked the underside of my cock with her tongue. It
felt wonderful.
She stopped momentarily and slowly pulled my dick out of her mouth. "Do you
like that Michael? Do you like me to lick your dick?"
"Oh Yeah! I love it, are you kidding?"
"I'm glad you like it, Michael. I'm afraid I'm not very good at it. I don't
get much practice. Ron would have stopped me by now; he just likes enough
licking to get hard. Or what passes for hard for him. Ron has a little
skinny dick -- a little boy dick that never grew up. But you have the most
beautiful man cock I have ever seen! And it tastes so sweet! I wish I could
do you better."
"You're doing fine, Sis, but you talk to much. Suck me, Helen. Suck my big
man-cock!"
Helen did. She was right, she was not very adept at sucking cock. And, she
had never had almost eight inches in her mouth (Ron, it turned out, was only
about four inches in his most excited state) Most of what Helen knew about
cocksucking she had learned from her girlfriends in their tipsy "girls night"
laughfests.
But what she lacked in experience and skill, Helen made up in enthusiasm. She
really loved sucking cock! It was a rare treat for her, and she was savoring
every second of it. She sucked and slurped happily. She tried to deep-throat
me, but gagged. Too much too soon. We would have to work on her cocksucking.
Finally, Helen could stand the anticipation no more. She released my
throbbing cock, and danced away from me. Then, she danced back, rubbing my
chest again with her massive tits. She caressed my swollen cock with her
hands as she danced.
Gradually, she pulled away again and danced a few feet in front of me. She
did a slow pirouette, until she was facing away from me. Then she bent over
and wagged her big ass in front of me. As she danced, her feet were apart,
her legs spread invitingly, and her swollen pussy lips were plainly visible.
They were dripping with Helen's sweet juices.
Helen slowly backed up, still dancing. She bent lower as she backed, and
still swaying to the music, presented her sloppy cunt to me like a dog in
heat. She reached back, softly grabbed my enormous hardon, and gently guided
it into her sopping pussy.
Helen's pussy was hot and slick with excitement. She slowly worked my cock,
squeezing it with her vaginal muscles. She humped slowly.
"Oh God, Michael! What a huge cock!" She gasped. "Ooooooooo, baby, your big
dick feels soooo good in my hot pussy! Fuck me, Big Brother! Fuck me all
night! Fuck me easy, fuck me hard. Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me again. I
want you every way, and everywhere, you big horsecock step-brother of mine!"
I began to fuck her more earnestly now. I pushed her down on her hands and
knees and fucked her hard doggy style. Because of her size, doggy-style was
one of Helen's favorites, and she loved every thrust of my big, rampaging
cock. When she came, which didn't take long, I was afraid she was going to
wake the neighbors.
"OH FUCK MICHAEL!!! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!! FUCK MY HOT PUSSY, BUBBIE!!! FUCK
YOUR DIRTY LITTLE SLUT SISTER!!!! GIMMIE THAT BIG COCK, MIKEY — GIVE IT TO ME
NOW!!!! CUMMING, MICHAEL!!!! CUMMING
...CUMMING...CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNNNGGGG!!!!!!!
"AHAAAA!!! AHHHH...HAAAAAAAA!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!!! Oh, Michael, you
are a sweet, sweet fuck.....oh...oh...Oh My God, Michael!
And that is pretty much how the rest of the night went. We fucked first on
the living room floor. Helen came four times, sometimes loudly, sometimes
quietly. I came once. Then, we adjourned to the bedroom and fucked until
morning.
I don't know how many times my precious step-sister came, but it was a lot
more than she was used to. We used several positions, but her favorite was
riding on top of me.
At her urging (begging really), I fucked her ass once, very gently. She had
never been assfucked before, but her girlfriends had fed her curiosity with
their tales of daring. It was a little painful at first, but when I came in
her ass, she melted into a long, soothing orgasm.
"Oh, Michael...that was the most beautiful thing I have ever felt. That was
just beautiful. So soft and sweet...your cum shooting up my ass is
SOOOOOOOOOO exciting! Oh God...I love that!"
And then suddenly, she jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom, her bowels
exploding from the stimulation of the wine, the sex, and her first assfucking.
Helen made so much noise I became concerned and went to the bathroom to see if
she was okay. The sight was incredible.
As she shit, she frantically rubbed her clit, moaning and sobbing. Her hands
(both of them!), raced at a machinegun-like pace — rat-tat-tat-tat-tat. She
squealed with ecstasy, she shrieked with excitement. Her face switched back
and forth from an angelic smile to a contorted, determined grimace as she
stared deeply into my eyes. Finally, she exploded in an orgasm so violent it
almost propelled this big beautiful woman off the toilet and onto the floor.
"Oh, Michael...sweet Michael! Hold me, darling...hold me close." I walked
forward and hugged her tightly as she sat on the toilet, wringing wet with
sweat and sobbing uncontrollably with happiness and love. We stayed like that
a long time.
Finally, we separated and Helen cleaned up. We took a shower together,
kissing softly and deeply, gently exploring and caressing each others bodies,
and then went to bed.
"Oh, Michael...you are incredible!" Helen whispered as she cuddled up next to
me, sweetly kissing my neck. "That cum enema was the most exciting thing I
have ever felt in my life! I can't begin to explain how that felt. I don't
know why your cum affected me like that, but it is soooooo hot! I love your
cum squirting up my shithole, Bubbie, and I love what it does to me! Promise
me you will fuck my ass whenever I ask you to...pleeeeeeze, Bubbie."
I reluctantly (Yeah, right!) agreed.
After a little small talk, we both fell off into a blissful, well-fucked
sleep.
-----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==----------
http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own
The Hey Family
Where is chapter 3?
Mig
tho...@my-dejanews.com wrote in message <79cv1f$5ie$1...@nnrp1.dejanews.com>...
>Stepsister, Stepsister - Chapter Two
>
>When we finished the first goblet of wine, Helen asked, "More, big
brother?"
>She was getting a little tipsy, and was quite cute in that state. Her
pixie-
>ish sense of humor came out, and I could see where Ryan and Bobby got their
>devilish mischief.
>
>"Sure, I can't let my little step-sis drink me under the table. I'm game."
>
>"Ha! There is not much ‘little' about this step-sis! I think you're drunk
>and confusing me with Kristi! That doesn't happen very often. We are very
>different."
>
>"No, I wasn't confusing you. I meant ‘little' in the sense of younger."
>
>"So...your BIG ‘little step-sis,' then?" Helen was feigning irritation.
>Actually, she was teasing because she knew I liked her a lot better that
her
>pompous sister.
>
>"Now, don't put words in my mouth, sis!" I was trying to get out of this
>corner.
>
>"Well, Michael, I am big..."
>
>"Yes, sweetheart, but you are big in all the right places."
>
>"Oh, you noticed, did you? For a while I thought you were just fixated on
the
>numbers on this jersey."
>
>"Well, they are very nice numbers, and you do wonders for the shirt."
>
(snip)