“Mmmm, Phil. Stepbro, I’m cumming. I love how you fuck my ass while you play with my pussy.”
I was looking straight into his eyes as his cock was tearing my little ass hole apart and while his hand was making my pussy cum. He could see that I was completely his, at his mercy, letting him ravage any part of my body that he wanted.
“That’s right, ride this thick dick of mine with that little ass hole of yours,” he said. “Finally, you let me all the way in without protest. That’s a good little slut. Come on, slut, ride this cock.”
“Okay, stepbrother,” I said, moving my ass all over, letting him fuck it nice and hard and good. “Is this what you want? Am I being enough of a slut for you?”
“Fuck yeah,” he said, and I could feel his cock start to throb and pulse in my ass like it had been doing in my pussy earlier. “Good slut. Good little stepsister.”
I wanted to scream in utter joy because this new sensation was amazing. But I stuffed my head into a pillow once he let go of my hair, so that it could muffle my sounds as he fucked my ass hole so hard and good.
I had gushed out so much cum that I had soaked the couch cushions. I didn’t know how we were going to clean this up and at that moment, I didn’t care.
“Okay, I’m going to cum in your ass,” he said. “Are you ready for my load to fill up that tiny little hole of yours, stepsister slut?”
“Yes,” I told him. “Give it to me. Give your cum to your stepsister slut, in my ass.”
He shot a blast of his man seed up my ass and that was incredible.
After a brief respite, we topped things off by giving each other oral sex simultaneously. By this time, we were both so covered in each other’s bodily fluids, it didn’t matter. I just wanted to cum and make him cum again and vice versa.
We did so and I let his warm, sticky spray cover my face. Then I used my fingers to push it into my mouth and licked his cock and balls clean.
Phil rolled off of me, utterly spent. I was just as exhausted. Neither one of us could move for several minutes. We just lay there, wondering what we had done.
“Okay,” I finally said, after a long, long pause. “This has to be a one-off thing, right? I mean, we needed this. To release the tension.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Tension released. We don’t talk about this. Everything we said was just pillow talk. It doesn’t carry out into real life or we would be in major trouble.”
“Agreed.”
We grabbed our robes and headed back to our rooms. At someone point, I would have to come back into the basement and clean up or Phil would. Fortunately, our parents rarely went down there.
I have to admit, the sex was amazing. Despite the fact it was with my stepbrother, I didn’t feel any guilt and I didn’t feel strange about it all. It felt right. And even though I had just said that it was a one-off thing, I already wanted more of it.
Who was I kidding?
I had meant what I had said to my stepbrother when his big, hard cock was deep inside my wet and willing pussy, not what I had just said when we were done with our session.
My pussy belonged to him.
My ass did, too.
He could have them any time he wanted them.
And I wanted him to take them all the time.Chapter Thirteen - PhilWhen I got back to my room, I closed and locked the door. It was amazing we weren’t caught. I really had lost it down there. We had had no sense of the noise we were making.
I looked down at my cock and thought of how it had felt as Tracianne was riding on it. Our juices still smelled so good mixed together on it. But then I realized that, God, the basement must reek of sex right now. I would have to get down there with some Febreze or something and clean up.
Then I thought, I had to do it now. There had to be no evidence. Sneaking back into the hall and closing my robe, I snuck out and back downstairs. I got some wipes and went down into the basement.
Turning on the lights, I was appalled. It looked like someone had shot a porno movie down here. I found some Febreze and sprayed it around to cover up the smell of sex. The bar was a mess and I wiped it down. I picked up some of the glasses and bottles that had gotten knocked over.
There wasn’t much to do about the cushions. I couldn’t really see any stains, but it was still kind of dark in the basement. My instinct was to flip them over but that would probably mean they would never dry. I gave them a spray and a quick wipe and hoped for the best.