Lock Step - Love Under Lockdown

She clearly wanted me again, and badly.

You don’t fuck like that just once. No way. To do that, you’d have to be some kind of sex maniac with a million other offers waiting.

Tracianne talked a big game, but she was into me. Yeah, that was why she had been acting so crazy.

She wanted my cock, and she knew it but was trying to suppress it. Until I was rubbing that hard, wet little clit of hers and she was begging me to keep going, to make her cum again and again. That was when she let the truth out – that she was so hot for me and that only my big cock down her throat or in her wet pussy hole or tiny ass hole could satisfy her urge.

I let out a sigh of relief. This was nothing but my anxiety talking myself into circles again. Why did I always picture the worse when something this good happened to me?

I had loved fucking her. It felt amazing to have her tight pussy walls squeezing my big cock that was crammed inside her. All I wanted to do was keep playing with her nipples and sucking on her clit and making her scream out my name and tell me that she was my dirty little stepsister slut. I didn’t want to ruin it by letting my thoughts run around in circles like crazy.

Instead of worrying so much, I decided to think about how we could keep this going and not get caught. I didn’t want anyone to find out our secret, or else we would have to stop doing it. And I needed that pussy of hers.

I wanted to run my hands down her wide hips and grip her plump ass and watch it bounce on my cock, forever and ever. But how, when we were in such a weird, forbidden situation and no one could find out?

If school started back up again, it would be easy. She could just come up to my college and we could spend the weekend in the dorm.

I never showed anyone a picture of my stepsister. We could just pretend she was an old girlfriend from my high school. No one would be the wiser. We could go out, have some fun and then come back and have a different kind of fun. Our own private kind.

For a few moments, I just sat there thinking about all the sex I just had. Amazingly, I started getting hard again. Just thinking about her made me so horny. I willed myself to stop thinking about her so that I could get on with my day.

I had to get back upstairs before anyone noticed me down here. Turning off the lights, I immediately went back to the first floor and put the cleaning products away.

I got a drink of water, so that if anyone heard me and came down, they’d assume I was just making noises doing that. When no one showed, I snuck back upstairs to my room. Seemed like I was okay.

Thinking about it again, I started to get hard.

My God, it never ends.

I was as horny as some kind of animal. Even now, with minimum rest, I wanted to bring her back down her and start all over again.

Jesus, is this what drives us?

I never thought it would be like this. I was like some crazed animal, wanting Tracianne again and again.

Maybe I was broken.

Perhaps Tracianne and I were both damaged goods. So lonely and pathetic that we had to have sex with the nearest person available.

Could it be that the lockdown for the virus triggered all this?

Or could we somehow be meant to be, and we never knew it until our parents got together and then the pandemic forced us into close quarters?

Perhaps our initial hatred of each other masked attraction.

It wasn’t our fault our parents had gotten married.

If we had met anywhere else, we could just hook up right away.

But because of our circumstances we had to immediately reject that notion and start fighting.

I went back into my room and laid back down.

My head was full of thoughts about what her dad’s reaction or my mother’s reaction would be if they found out.

There was no way they would be cool with it, of course.

I should stick to the plan and forget about it.

We should never do this again.

But I knew I was telling myself a lie.

I had to have Tracianne again.

I would have her again.

And again and again.

Nothing else really mattered to me now.

No matter the risks or consequences, I need my dirty little stepsister slut to look up at me with those innocent yet innocent eyes while she was sucking my cock like a champ.

The only place I wanted to be was with her, on her, in her.

And I was going to keep going after what I wanted, no matter what.