Lock Step - Love Under Lockdown

I wanted to stretch her tiny hole wide open with my thick cock. To grab her hair while she rode my rock-hard dick, sliding all over it with her wet pussy juices, calling out my name and saying I was turning her into such a bad girl for wanting her stepbrother so much.

I couldn’t help it, now. I had to take my cock out of my pants and wrap my hand around it, so that I could jerk myself off while I thought about her naked body bouncing up and down as her pussy took the ride of its life on my pole.

“Phil,” I imagined her saying, as her inner walls tightened around my cock in my fantasy like my hand was in real life. “I shouldn’t be doing this. We’re stepsiblings now. But I can’t resist your hard cock. It feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me harder, Phil.”

“You like when I’m crammed tight inside you, don’t you, darling stepsister?” I’d asked her, spanking her ass while fucking her good. “You like when your stepbrother puts his cock inside you and stuffs you full?”

“Yes,” she’d cried out, as I twisted her nipples in between my fingers, pinching them and punishing her for being so naughty. “I’m your dirty little stepsister. Your bad little slut. Fuck my pussy until I cum for you. Fuck. I’m cumming for you, stepbrother…”

Shit, I thought, as I came in real life, all over my hand, thinking about my stepsister’s wet cunt juices dripping all over my cock as I made her cum in my fantasy.

Well, fuck.

I felt utterly disgusted with myself.

What the fuck was I doing?

Was I that horny?

Fuck, yes, I guess I was.

But, being sexually attracted to my stepsister?

Had I hit a new low?

This was why I needed to get a girlfriend at college. I had avoided any opportunity to get into a relationship. And unlike the many guys on campus, I didn’t have the time or the energy to put into just banging coeds.

Sure, there were a lot of women on campus, but you had to put in the time and make it a numbers game. Time was valuable to me. I didn’t want to spend two nights chatting up some chick just to pump her and dump her.

Yeah, you get laid, but it was a cheap high. I wanted something more emotional than that but it, too, would take time to cultivate. I guessed what they said was true, that nothing good comes easily.

Avoiding relationship entanglements had worked. My studies, the podcast— they were going well. I had a system in place.

Yeah, I tended to masturbate a lot, but what guy my age doesn’t? You just do it and it’s over. Then you can concentrate again.

Like right now. It was over. Done.

I had fantasized about my stepsister and I had cum.

That wasn’t that bad, was it?

Except I felt fucking ashamed.

And I didn’t have much shame when it came to porn. I mean, I get it, too much porn—

You could go down the rabbit hole and get weird.

I knew some guys that talked about porn more than sports. When you started knowing all the porn star names and could rank their performances, it was too much. Some of these guys would recommend porn that was just too much for me. I wasn’t going to watch some chick jerk off a guy with her feet. That was bizarre.

Porn had that subgenre of step fantasy, I reminded myself, as to make myself feel better, that it wasn’t just me.

It was all just the same thing, only the “actors” pretended they were in a family like mine. Two step siblings have sex.

“It’s okay, we’re not related.”

The acting was so terrible, and the two people were obviously strangers. It didn’t look remotely real. Just another two porn stars banging.

Now, here I was, though, thinking about my stepsister that way. Had I crossed some kind of line here?

Maybe I had been watching too much porn. Maybe I just needed more human interaction in my life. But it was kind of a bad time to realize that with the lockdown going on. It wasn’t like I could go back to campus and start expanding my cadre of friends.

Maybe I needed to get on Zoom and talk to more people. But I couldn’t even meet up with anyone in real life. That would be dumb, right now, with the virus going around. Maybe that was why I was going insane.

I still couldn’t believe I was thinking about my stepsister like this. Sure, I knew I couldn’t act on it; that would be wrong.

However, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

And once I got an idea in my head, it was really hard to get rid of.

I shouldn’t want my stepsister, because I always went after what I wanted.

What the fuck was wrong with me?