The first time Chris saw his stepsister masturbating, it was the most erotic sight he'd ever laid eyes on.
She laid on her bed, oblivious to his presence, her hand sliding inside her jeans. Her other hand roamed underneath her tank top. Her cheeks were flushed and rubbed against her bare shoulders as she squirmed over the covers.
He'd come home not ten minutes ago from his dentist appointment. Apparently she'd been so consumed by her task, she hadn't heard him come in the house. When he'd reached the top of the stairs, he saw that her door was ajar. Before he could knock and say hello, he'd caught sight of her through the crack.
He was instantly mesmerized.
At 22 years old, the only time Chris had seen a girl masturbate was in porn. Now he was watching his stepsister, Laura, feverishly finger herself, working her body into a frenzy.
And he was instantly hard.
He wasn't really surprised at his reaction. Most people think the default setting for the human body is non-arousal; most people are incorrect. In actuality, the norm is arousal. The brain actually secretes an enzyme that tells the rest of the body, "Do not be aroused! Do not be aroused!" When we get turned on, that's because our brains have halted that enzyme, allowing the normal state of arousal to return. And with a 22-year-old male, that enzyme was produced even less than normal.
Besides, Laura was beautiful. Long, auburn hair that flowed just below her shoulders, big brown eyes, and a smooth olive complexion. At 21, she had a natural beauty and a body that rivaled any girl Chris had seen in real life. Supermodels and actresses didn't count, by his standards. But she was normally so prudish. It wasn't just seeing her like this that excited him so much. It was the fact that masturbation was the last thing he had ever expected to find her doing. She always wrinkled her nose at any talk of sex. So, despite her good looks and physique, Chris never really thought of her as a sexual being.
As he watched, her pace quickened and a soft panting escaped her lips. Chris's cock bulged against his jeans, and he flirted with playing with himself right there outside her door. Instead, he adjusted his package.
Her panting became more fevered and immediate. Her hips began to rock against her buried hand, and the one under her shirt descended to her waistline, tugging distractedly at her pants. It was like she wanted and yet didn't want to take them off. Her tugging had lowered them slightly, revealing the edges of her hips and exposing her smooth tummy. Her free hand quickly popped the button and unzipped the fly, then joined the first. She now had both hands working herself.
Her eyes were closed, lids fluttering passionately, and she was biting her lip, her tiny little moans tickling Chris to a raging hard-on. She was the picture of sexy, so sultry and evocative, that Chris wanted nothing more than to join her. But he didn't want to embarrass her or himself. And he was enjoying his peep show far too much.
Her rocking hips began to thrust harder, and her brow furrowed, her face scrunching up in ecstasy. Her head fell back on the bed, her mouth hanging open, frozen in a silent cry of delight. Her back arched up into the air, and she looked almost in pain for instant, before the breath that was caught in her chest escaped in a heaving, trembling moan that sent shivers through Chris's entire body.
Laura's orgasm quivered through her body, her bottom lip trembling, her eyes held shut as she settled back down on the bed, her hands still working inside her jeans, but slower and more gently. She cooed against her shoulders, shivering briefly. And then she spoke for the first time since Chris had stumbled upon her.
His eyes popped wide and now his breath caught in his chest. Had he heard that correctly? Had she really just said his name? Did she know he was there? Of course not, her eyes hadn't even opened yet. There was no way she could have seen him. But she had to. She just said his name.
"Oh Chris, Chris, Chris..."
She moaned it over and over again, as if putting herself to sleep with it. And then Chris realized, she wasn't saying it to him. She was imagining him. She was fantasizing. She was getting off thinking about him.
Deciding he'd seen enough, Chris had to do something about his own arousal. He decided to take a shower, but in his parents bathroom. If he used the one he and Laura shared, she would hear him and possibly suspect something. Or maybe he was just being paranoid. Still, he decided to play it safe, so he silently padded over to the master bathroom on the other end of the house, closed and locked the door, then started the shower.
Five seconds later he was naked and under the soothing water, jerking off furiously. Chris had never thought about Laura while masturbating before, and now that he was, it was the most intense J.O. of his life. Burned in the backs of his eyelids was the image of Laura's face, biting her lip, eyes fluttering in rapture. He mentally undressed her, imagining what she might look like sprawled out naked, fingering herself, one hand rubbing her clit while the other worked a finger or two inside her pussy. Then, just as he neared climax, she opened her eyes and met his, a deep, wanton gaze that begged him to join her. And he heard those words again escape her soft lips.
And that was all she wrote. With a quiet groan that still echoed against the bathroom tile, Chris came in his parents' shower, the warm spray tickling the head of his cock, the image of Laura just as strong as ever.
Despite her beauty and physique, he'd never thought of Laura in that way. He wasn't sure why. Even though they weren't related by blood, some part of Chris's mind had decided she was off-limits. Now, after seeing her in her room and then jerking off in the shower, Chris honestly couldn't imagine anything or anyone more erotic.
After he dried off, he got dressed, put on some deodorant, then grabbed some cologne and splashed a bit on for good measure. When he came through the doorway into his parents' bedroom, he was suddenly jumped on from behind.
"Hey!" Laura said. "You're home early. Thought you were at the dentist."
Ever since their parents had married, the two had always gotten along. And Laura was known for pouncing surprise piggyback rides on him. Now, the smell of her so close and the feel of her pressed against him were intoxicating. He held her legs for support.
"I was. Got back about ten minutes ago." He whisked her around their parents' bedroom. She held her arms out and flew through the air on his back.
"How come you used their shower?"
He shrugged. "Something different." Hoping to change the conversation, he dipped and rolled, dangerously close to losing his balance and sending them both to the floor.
"Watch out! Chris!" He teetered to the side, unable to right himself, and they both toppled onto their parents' bed, laughing.
"Mayday, mayday!" he said. "We're going down! We're going down!"
"Honey, we're already down." She was smiling, her arms hanging across his chest from holding on.
He slid off to the side and sat up. "No classes today?"
"Friday's off," she said with a shake of her head. Laura went to a nearby art school. She was studying photography. Chris had gone to a top-rated medical school across the state. Both of them had full scholarships.
"Nice schedule. Wish I had three day weekends."
She shrugged. "Wish I had a whole month off for Christmas."
"It's not that great." True, Chris was thankful for the end of the semester – finals had been devastatingly hard – but all his friends were at school. He barely knew anyone at home.
At least he'd brought home his video games.
"So..." Laura was propping herself up on her elbows, giving him a sideways look.
"What?" Looking at her, laid out on their parents' bed, it was easy to picture her on hers, a hand down her pants, eyes closed, lip trembling. Instantly feeling his cock's reaction to the image, Chris pushed it out of his mind.
"Our parents' shower." Chris groaned mentally. He thought he'd avoided this. "Afraid I might have seen you in our bathroom?" He laughed dismissively, hoping that would end it. "Afraid I might catch a peek?"
She was grinning playfully. Chris noted he'd never seen her like this before. He wondered if it was her post-orgasmic state or if there was something else going on. He thought it couldn't hurt to play along.
"And why would I be afraid of that? I assume it's nothing you haven't seen before."
She cocked her head knowingly. "Books aren't the same as real life."
He laughed. "You're right. Sometimes they're much better."
"Aww, that's so cute," she cooed, smiling even wider now. "But I bet no book can live up to the real thing."
Chris decided to see just how playful she really was. "What real thing? Sex or cock?"
Instantly, a coat of blush spread through Laura's cheeks and she looked away briefly, her smile turning slightly embarrassed. "Either one." When her eyes came back to his, there was a slight glimmer of excitement to them. She pulled herself to her knees and scooted closer to him. "Chris..."
"Yeah?" He leaned back and reclined on his elbows now, stretching across the bed.
"Have you ever...well..." She trailed off, biting her lip. The image of her on her bed returned to Chris's mind. She looked in his eyes again, then away.
"Have I ever what?" he asked quietly.
She giggled nervously, playing with her fingers. "Have you ever p-...p-played with..."
"Played with what?"
She looked like she was mulling something over in her head, then she looked straight at him, a slight smile still on her lips, but it was different now. "Yourself."
He laughed. "I think you can assume that of every guy on the planet." She laughed with him, the ice breaking and he could see her visibly relax. "How about you?"
Her tension returned immediately. "What do you mean?"
Chris smiled. He was really enjoying this conversation. "Have you ever played with yourself?"
She looked back down at her hands, and he knew she was debating her answer. "Only recently. One of my girlfriends at school told me...how to...how I could...do it. So I've been..." She got lost in her mind for a moment, then blinked back to the present with a flashy smile and a sparkle in her eyes. "Yes. I have." She was loosening up.
The thought of another girl explaining female masturbation to Laura ran through Chris's mind. Combined with the still-present image of her on her bed with her hands in her pants, he was starting to get hard again. And smelling her perfume wasn't helping. If they kept this up, he was going to have to reposition himself soon to hide his bulge.
"And what do you think?" he asked. "Do you like it?"
She bit her lip again and this time her eyes never left his, but if felt she was looking through him. Or maybe she was looking deep inside him. He suddenly felt very exposed. He couldn't break her gaze.
"Yes," she answered softly.
After a moment, he was finally able to look out the window and away from her. An awkward silence hung between them briefly. Then she asked, "How did you know...what to do?"
"What do you mean? Like, how to do it? How to get off?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
He shrugged. "Uh, I don't know. Just comes naturally." Then he added, "No pun intended."
It took her a second, but then she broke out laughing. "That's funny," she said, almost impressed. One thing about Laura, her laugh was contagious. Chris had never heard a truer, more innocent laugh.
"Would you show me?"
She asked it so plainly that Chris wasn't sure at first what exactly she meant. But then her eyes darted to his khakis and he saw the small tent beginning to rise.
He sat up quickly, leaning forward and sitting Indian style, trying to hide it. But he was also still laughing, more so now, partly because he honestly thought the whole situation was absurdly funny, and partly because he was, of course, a little embarrassed.
She turned instantly soothing, laughing along with him, but also putting a hand on his arm. "It's okay, please, don't be embarrassed!"
He stammered through his laugh. "Why do you – why do you want, um" – laugh – "me to" – clearing his throat – "um...why?"
Her hand rubbed his arm; it was comforting. When he looked at her, her eyes were incredibly soft and caring. "Well," she started. "I'm curious. And...you're the guy I'm closest with. I mean, Chris, you may not be my brother by blood, but you're the closest thing I've got to one. I just..." She looked away for a moment, ordering her thoughts. "I'm close with you and I'm curious, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask."
His lips had gone dry. He licked them.
"Besides," she added with a playful smile. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine."
He laughed again and so did she. At this moment, he felt closer to his stepsister than he ever had with anyone before. He'd dated his fair share of girls, too, but none had disarmed and put him at ease as much as Laura just had.
"In that case," he said, "I have a confession to make." He looked up at her, into her big beautiful eyes. He wondered if she would take this well. "I already saw you."
Her hand froze on his arm. She hung there motionless, her eyes darting back and forth between his, searching. "When?"
He grimaced slightly. "Twenty minutes ago. When you were on your bed. The door was a little open. I didn't want to embarrass you, but..." He swallowed. "I couldn't look away, either." He decided not to mention what she'd moaned. Unless she brought it up. And even then, maybe he'd lie and say he hadn't heart anything.
As he studied her frozen face for any kind of reaction at all, a small smile slowly spread back across lips. "Well, then," she said, and leaned forward so that her mouth was less than an inch from his. When she whispered, he felt her breath on his face and it smelled of cinnamon.
"You. Owe. Me."
And then she kissed him. Light and innocent, a very slight, barely noticeable peck on the lips.
She'd never kissed him before. Ever.
His cock sprang up in his pants. The fact that she continued to hang nose-to-nose with him even after the kiss made him even harder.
He looked around the master bedroom. "Here?"
She smiled. "Wherever you want."
His stepsister's kiss and his ever-hardening cock began to embolden him. He decided if he was going to this, might as well make it as memorable as possible. Though, really, he knew there was no way he'd forget anything about today.
"You're room," he said.
Her smile widened with excitement and her eyes glimmered again. "Okay." Then she looked down into his lap. "Are you okay to walk?"
He couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I can walk." He brought his hand over to adjust himself but she caught it in hers and locked her fingers with his. He looked up at her, saw that her eyes were locked with his, then felt her other hand move to his pants. His breath caught when it slid inside, her fingers floating through his pubic hair and wrapping around his shaft. They sat their motionless for a moment, eyes and fingers locked together, her hand around his cock, lightly holding it. She ran her thumb over the tip, sending chills through his body, then adjusted him, pressing his dick against his abdomen.
"Better?" she asked.
He nodded, unable to speak for the moment, he was so surprised by her forwardness. With a knowing smile, she took the hand that hers was locked with and led him from the master bedroom and down the hall to hers.
She closed and locked the door, even though neither one of their parents was expected home for an hour. "Better safe than sorry," she explained.
She led him to her bed, and he was fully aroused now, being in the room where she'd just fingered herself not half an hour before. He thought he could almost smell her juices.
"How do you want me?" he asked. It was all so surreal to him. This was probably the most unexpected thing he could have imagined happening that day.
"Here," she said, and she took his legs and spread them out in a V and kneeled between them. She took hold of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. Seeing his bare chest, she stopped for a minute, running her hands lightly over his skin, feeling his build.
Chris wasn't in the best shape of his life, but he wasn't unfit either. In high school he'd run track, and he still had a certain natural muscle tone. Then her hands drifted lower, over his abdomen, and to his pants, where she proceeded to unsnap them and lower the fly.
She stopped then, looking up into his eyes as she took hold of the waist and inched his khakis and boxers down over his hips, revealing his hard-on. The cool air of the room was refreshing against his nakedness. Only after his cock had been freed did she break from his eyes and look down at it. She smiled.
"Definitely better than a book."
They both smiled, and then she sat back on the bed between his legs.
Surprisingly, he wasn't embarrassed anymore. Now that he was exposed, he felt totally comfortable. In fact, he'd never been more turned on in his life. "Now what?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said with a knowing grin. "Now what?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Whatever you do normally."
"No," he shook his head. "What do you want to see? What do you want to see me do?" He was curious how into this she was. But she didn't understand. "Tell me what you want to see."
The blush that started to appear in her cheeks told him she was catching on. "Oh." She looked down at his hard-on again, which was in no danger of diminishing. "I want you to play with yourself." It was barely louder than a whisper.
So the prudish, asexual Laura was still in there after all. Chris smiled. She was so fucking cute. "What? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."
Her eyes returned to his. Their sparkle said she liked what he was up to. She spoke louder this time. "I said, I want to watch you play with yourself."
He turned an ear toward her like a deaf old man. "You want me to play with what?"
"With yoursel-" She cut herself off, finally seeing where this was going. Leaning forward, her hands on the insides of his bare thighs, she drilled her eyes into his. This time she was soft-spoken, but there was nothing timid about her.
"I want you to play with your cock for me." She leaned a little closer, and one of her hands trailed fingertips upward from the base of his balls to the tip of his dick as she said, "I want to watch you cum, Chris."
Staring into her eyes, he could have melted, and at that moment, he most likely would have done anything she'd asked. Never looking away from her, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, and slowly started pumping.
Laura leaned back again on the bed, but left her hands on his inner thighs, gently massaging. She watched his hand as it pumped up and down. She noticed a drop of milky liquid squeeze out from the top and trickle down the shaft. She lowered herself to her stomach, laying flat on the bed between his spread legs, and grabbing a pillow for her head, watching intently as his pace quickened. Her face was no more than a few inches from his shaft. She hadn't thought it could get any bigger or harder, but as Chris steadily stroked his cock, it did.
Chris's eyes never left his stepsister's face. She was so enthralled by his throbbing dick, and the proximity of her face – he could feel her breath against his balls. Even though he'd just jerked off in the shower recently, he knew he wasn't going to last long.
As he continued to work his cock, Laura found herself getting more and more turned on. This was the first real penis she'd ever seen. It was the first one she'd ever touched. Her forwardness was even surprising her. But her recent discovery of self-gratification had unlocked some hidden well of unknown desires. She wanted Chris. She wanted him as badly as she'd ever wanted anything before.
Unseen by him, one of her hands slid down between her and the bed and disappeared into her jeans again. As she rubbed her clit, just as her friend had told her, she matched the pace of his pumping hand. She noticed the tip of his cock was getting redder, and the veins running up the shaft began to bulge. She wondered if that meant he was getting close.
She told him, "Tell me when you're close."
His head was back on the bed and he was staring straight up at the ceiling. His eyes might have been closed. She couldn't tell from her position. All she could see was his rock hard dick between his legs. More liquid appeared at the tip. She reached up and smeared it along his cock's ridge.
He groaned loudly. "I'm close." His breathing was quick and shallow.
Speeding up her fingers on her clit, she moaned slightly, and her other hand slid up his inner thigh, brushing past the base of his cock, and up onto his abdomen. There, she found his free hand and took it in hers. The connection of their hands was like a hundred bolts of lightening coursing through her veins, each of them exploding between her legs.
When she started panting – her precursor to climax – Chris felt her ragged bursts of breath against his balls, and he felt them tighten, his juices boiling up. He looked down at his stepsister and could see she was playing with herself, too, and he squeezed her hand, seconds away from coming.
Laura had gotten so caught up in her own approaching orgasm, she'd had her face buried in the pillow and wasn't even watching Chris. When he squeezed her hand, Laura felt an overwhelming urge take control of her. Before she realized what had happened, she'd pulled herself up, opened her mouth, held out her tongue, and pressed it flat against the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. A shudder swept through his body.
"Holy shit, Laura...!"
He squeezed her hand harder, and just as she moved out of the way, three ribbons of cum shot out of his dick and up onto his chest. She bit down on her quivering bottom lip, eyes glued to his cock as it continued to spurt, but the bulk of it had already been spent. Just as his climax was winding down, hers swept over her.
"Oh, Chris. Oh, god. Oh, Chris. Oh, god. Oh, Chriiis!" Her voice rose in pitch and turned to a melodic moan that crested its peak just as her body did the same. She froze between his legs, eyes closed and fluttering, lips pursed tightly together until finally she relaxed, the hand between her legs coming up to take hold of his shaft and gently stroke it. She did it without any hesitation. Chris wasn't even sure she knew that she was doing it, but her fingers were slick with her own juices and her strokes moved easily over his sensitive member as they both wound down.
They lay there for about five minutes, neither one saying anything. Hands still clasped together. Eyes closed. Just breathing. Reveling in the moment. It was so tranquil. Finally, Chris let out a deep breath. "We must do that again sometime."
She laughed, rolled over and looked up at him. "Or something completely different." She sultry look in her eyes warmed his insides, and he half expected another erection to set in.
But before that could happen, Laura rolled over to reach for the tissues on her dresser and proceeded to clean up the mess of spunk that was still on his chest. He told her he could do that, but she insisted. "You did this for me." She stroked his cheek with her hand, smiling warmly. "Thank you."
She leaned forward, halted, smiled, then leaned the rest of the way in and kissed him again. This time there was more pressure, more force. She smiled again, and this time it was a whisper: "Thank you, Chris."
When he was all cleaned, she pulled his pants up, closed the fly, buttoned them shut, then looked at her watch. "Shit! I forgot. I'm making dinner tonight. I gotta get started."
She jumped off the bed and headed for the door. "What are we eating?" Chris asked.
She was about to answer when she stopped, her playful grin returning. "It's a surprise," she said from the door and then disappeared down the stairs
Back in his room, barely half an hour after masturbating with his stepsister, Chris was still a little disoriented.
He'd just jerked off in front of Laura. She'd fingered herself. She'd touched his cock. She'd licked his cock. Was any of this normal? Granted, they weren't related, but it still felt...taboo. He was sure he should feel guilty. But he didn't. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
Downstairs, Laura was working on beef stroganoff wearing her jeans, her tank top, and a permanent smile. She kept thinking about the experience she just shared with her stepbrother. Laying between his legs, watching him stroke himself, she working her clit. Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush and she felt hot. And she had to laugh, too. She was giddy. And she still couldn't believe she'd tasted his precum. She'd just been overcome with desire.
She found something liberating in not thinking rationally, not questioning or doubting. She hadn't thought. She'd just done. And she felt really, really good about it, too. Like she'd found a new purchase on her life, a new sense of control and confidence.
She felt sexy. And she liked it.
Except for the sideways grins Laura and Chris kept shooting back and forth, dinner was uneventfully normal. Lucy, Chris's mother, had had a bad day at work and wasn't saying much. She was a trial lawyer; a lot of people thought that sounded more exciting than it really was: she was in environmental law. Right now, she was tied up in litigation with a local warehouse. Chris was actually surprised she was home tonight. Lately she'd had so much work she'd been sleeping at the office.
Jack, Laura's father, was the curator of the art museum. At the moment, he was gabbing about a new Van Gogh exhibit coming to town next week. Normally, whenever a new exhibit was coming, Laura was all over her dad to take her. Van Gogh wasn't one of her favorites, however, so she was on autopilot, smiling and nodding when appropriate.
Mainly, she was thinking about Chris sitting across from her. He normally didn't smell this good. He must've been wearing cologne, and it was driving her crazy. She wasn't entirely sure why but she had a pretty good idea the earlier events of the afternoon had something to do with it.
She smiled to herself, remembering how good it felt having a secret.
Across the table, Chris was also zoning out. He was so focused on his stepsister. Every move, bite of food, sigh, sound, shift, cough. He couldn't stop thinking about earlier. He kept remembering the feel of her hand, the smell of her perfume, the softness of her tongue, the wetness of her hand. While he still wasn't sure if he should feel guilty, he sure as hell felt like seconds.
Since Laura had cooked, it was up to Chris to clean. Jack and Lucy retreated to the family room to watch Jeopardy. Laura had gone up to her room to do some homework. Secretly, Chris had hoped she might stay and help him with the dishes, but since he hadn't helped her with dinner, he couldn't really blame her.
He was just finishing with the crock-pot when he smelled a familiar fragrance. Then he felt two hands slide onto his shoulders. "How's it going?" Laura said, her face moving in beside his.
"A few more left. Hey, great dinner."
She smiled happily. "You liked?"
"Yeah. Beef was fantastic."
"Hmm. I'm still waiting on mine."
He stopped mid-scrub, unable to contain his smile and the roll of his eyes. "Wow. Okay. Didn't know you were that corny." He pulled the clean crock-pot from the sink. "But I gotta be honest. I don't think mine's as good as yours."
Her voice came down to a whisper, sensual against his ear. "I know better than you." He felt her lick his neck.
"Hey, heathens." It was Lucy from the family room. "Law & Order's coming on. You gonna watch?"
Chris and Laura knew their parents couldn't see them, so Laura answered, quick and smooth. "No, thanks. Chris is gonna help me with my bio homework." She looked at him purposefully. "Aren't you?"
Chris just smiled. In the family room, Lucy shrugged. "Suit yourself."
They could hear Jack's newspaper shuffle as he looked up from it. "Laura's taking biology?"
Chris and Laura stifled their laughter as they headed upstairs. "Where do you wanna do it?" Chris asked, then quickly added, "Your homework. Where do you wanna do your homework?" He said it loud enough for their parents to hear.
Laura giggled. "Your room okay?"
"Seems only fair."
"Alright. I'll grab my books and be over." And she disappeared into her room, closing the door. Chris went over to his room, put on a U2 playlist of mp3's, and hopped on the internet while he waited.
Between a trial lawyer and a museum curator, their family was well-provided for. The house had wireless internet, both Chris and Laura had LCD's in their rooms, and the family room was decked out with a large plasma screen and surround sound. Jack was nuts about plasma technology, but when it came to Chris and Laura's rooms, he let them pick their TV's. Laura the photographer was partial to LCD's. Chris just got what she got. And Lucy couldn't care less. She was barely home enough to enjoy any of it.
As he checked his email, his mind again wandered to earlier that day, then quickly wandered to what was to come when Laura came over to do her "homework". Chris was excited, but he also felt a strange nervousness welling up in him. He wanted to see Laura and be with her again, but what if they got caught? Would their parents care? Would they be angry? Was there anything for them to care or be angry about? Everyone got along – Lucy liked Laura and Jack liked Chris. Were they potentially ruining everything by giving in to these very sudden urges?
Before he could ponder any of the answers to those questions, he heard a knock on the bathroom door. His and Laura's rooms were connected by their own bathroom. "It's open," he said, his voice squeaking slightly.
Laura came in. She'd changed into her pajamas which were basically nothing more than an oversized navy blue t-shirt that said "wIsH AwAY" across the chest. She'd found it in a store selling discount clothes for overweight women. She'd thought it was funny. The idea behind the shirt was that on a larger woman it would be tighter, and the words would be across the breasts. On Laura, however, it just looked like an overall statement. Or an invitation.
When Chris saw her, he felt his heart beat a little faster. "Wow," he said, as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail.
"You like?" she said, finally presenting herself, ponytail and all for comments. The shirt came down around her thighs and her legs were so silky smooth and uniformly tan. Most of her friends thought she went tanning, but it was just how she looked. Naturally amazing. He couldn't tell if she was wearing underwear or not.
"I definitely like. But what if one of them comes up?" He was talking about their parents. "Won't it be kinda weird? You dressed like that?"
"Not if I leave through the bathroom, it won't."
Chris smiled. She was a thinker. He may have had the better grades, but she definitely had the common sense.
He was sitting on the bed, his laptop in his lap. She sat down next to him. "I still can't believe what happened earlier," she said.
He closed the computer and set it aside. "Me neither."
"Do you regret it?"
"No." The answer came so quickly it surprised him.
"Good, because I don't either," she said. "I was thinking to myself, did we really do anything wrong? And as far as I can tell, I don't think we did. I mean, it's not like we're related."
"Thank god. If I had a sister like you prancing around like that at night, I'd be in big trouble."
She beamed sweetly, flattered. "Really?"
"Hell, yes. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to jump you at dinner?"
"Mmm, not half as hard as it was to not jump you. And I think even if you were my brother I'd still have wanted to watch you jerk off."
He felt his cock twitch. "Really?"
She took his hand. "Chris, I've never been that turned on in my life. I don't know what's happening to me. You know me! I'm normally not like this. But I just feel so...I don't know..."
"Free," he said.
"Yes. Exactly. That's it. I feel free with you, like it's okay to feel or do anything because –" She stopped, and her other hand came to his knee. "I trust you."
He smiled warmly. "Thank you." He could smell her perfume again, and the way the light caught her dark hair made it shimmer beautifully. Her skin looked so soft and her eyes glistened in his dimly lit room. He squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.
Through his stereo, "Stay (Far Away, So Close)" played quietly.
Then her smile, turned playful. "So I need some help with my biology homework."
"I'll do anything I can. What's the assignment?"
She hesitated, trying to gauge what his reaction might be to what she was about to say. She leaned forward as if to kiss him but instead ran her tongue across his lips. At the same time, he felt one of her hands slide down between his legs and cup the front of his pants. His cock twitched, and she smiled. "My assignment is," she started, then lowered her voice to barely a whisper.
"To drink as much cum as possible."
Chris felt his heart skip a beat, as she pulled back a bit to look in his eyes.
"You get right to the point, don't you?" he asked.
She smiled. "Think you can help me?"
"I think so. For a price."
She tilted her head at him. She hadn't been expecting that and her act completely dropped as she nearly laughed. "You're going to charge me? Shouldn't you be accepting this with open -"
She was cut off because he was kissing her, but there was nothing innocent or light about the kiss he was giving her. He just couldn't wait anymore. He needed to touch her. She relented to his desire, both their mouths opening, their tongues dueling. He tasted cinnamon on her breath again, and smelled jasmine in her hair. He leaned her back on the bed, one hand steadying her, pressing her to him, the other stroking her tummy through her shirt. As their lips remained locked, his stroking hand drifted behind her to her cute little butt, which he pressed into his hips.
She moaned when she felt the length of his semi hard-on through the khakis. His hand on her ass had locked her against him, not that she wanted to go anywhere. She concentrated on meeting his tongue with hers, enjoying the softness and passion of their kiss. She'd never been this close to him before, in his arms like this. Just his kiss and his embrace felt like they were turning her on more than his cock had earlier.
Then she felt his hand drift up under her shirt from behind, and he discovered the little surprise she'd planned for him. They broke apart, breathing heavily, strings of saliva hanging between their mouths. "No underwear?"
She shrugged playfully. "What's the point? We both knew it'd be coming off."
"Makes collecting my fee a lot easier."
Before she could ask him what that meant, he was kissing her again, and she was only too happy to return the gesture. Her hands ran through his hair, over his neck, her fingers playing over the ridges of his ears. His hand was on her bare ass, grinding her hips against his. She reached for the waistline of his pants and began to unbutton them, but before she could open the fly and free what she wanted, he broke away from her again, this time trailing his kisses down her cheek and over her jaw line, then down her neck.
Admittedly, when he found she wasn't wearing underwear, Chris wanted to fuck her immediately. No questions asked. How could he not? But he stayed calm, at least, as calm as he could in that situation. He kissed down her neck and over her collarbone, giving the apex a little flick of his tongue. She moaned softly and writhed against him. His hand found its way up inside her shirt and drifted to one of her breasts. It ascended to the peak and took the nipple between two fingers. When he rolled it between them, pinching lightly, he saw her bite her lip out of the corner of his eye. He smiled to himself.
Repositioning himself, he scooted down between her legs, and she understood his "fee". He wanted to taste her before she got her first good taste of him. She ruffled a hand through his hair, the other playing with her other breast. She spread her legs to allow him access.
He was shocked to find that her pussy was shaved. He thought maybe he shouldn't have been – a lot of girls did it nowadays – but still, this was his prudish stepsister. Then he reminded himself that if he learned nothing else from today, it's that Laura was full of surprises.
With one hand working a breast, Chris used the other to spread her beautiful lips. When he saw her clit he realized how she'd gotten off so easily before. It was bigger than most he'd seen. He'd actually found it, so that was one indicator. Half the time, Chris had never really known what he was doing when going down on one of his girlfriends. But now he could see the definite outline of the tiny little bulb.
He looked up at her. "Has anyone ever done this for you before?"
She shook her head. To his surprise, she actually looked nervous. His hand on her breast moved to her nearby hand and they clasped each other tightly. "Don't be nervous. I don't know what to expect either." She seemed to relax a little at that.
He knew it was a lie – he'd eaten out other girls – but he wanted her to know he was there for her. Despite the distinctly sexual acts of the day, he felt a formidable closeness with Laura that hadn't been there 24 hours ago.
Holding her hand, he flicked his tongue out. When it touched her clit, her thighs clapped around his head so hard his ears started ringing. He made slow, small circles. After several seconds, her head had lulled back onto his pillows. Then he started flicking her clit straight on, then swirling it, then running his tongue the entire length of her slit. Her eyes closed, her fingers in his hair, holding his head to her, her legs spreading on their own as she purred all at once, "Chris holy fuck sweet god dear jesus that feels SOOOO good!"
He'd never heard Laura talk like that before. His arousal jumped two more levels.
As he continued to tickle her with his tongue, he looked up and was able to see straight up her shirt, along her smooth tummy to the soft mounds of her breasts. God, she was beautiful.
Chris felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
After a couple minutes of circling, swirling, and flicking, Chris decided to change things up again. So he clamped his lips entirely around her clit and, gently sucking, slid his middle finger straight into her pussy.
Laura nearly screamed, grabbing one of his pillows and covering her face as her hips rose to his lips. Once his finger was in, he started flexing it while at the same rotating his lips around her clit. Even through the pillow he could hear her squealing, and her grip on his free hand became so tight he thought she might break one of his fingers. As he alternated between sucking on her clit and blowing on it, he began to slip a second finger in. She moaned desperately, white knuckling the pillow. He could hear her saying something but couldn't make out what it was.
As the second finger sank deeper, her hips gently began moving with him, thrusting against his lips and hand. The more the second finger disappeared, the more she thrust. He could see her chest heaving as she breathed. She was panting into the pillow. He knew she was close. He decided to crank it up another notch as he brought a third finger to her slit.
When it touched, she exploded, her entire body going rigid and tense, her back arching up away from the bed, her hand bending his fingers back in ways they weren't supposed to bend, making him wince painfully. He could hear her through the pillow, her voice trembling as if she were in pain: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"
He continued kissing her clit and slowly withdrew the second finger, leaving the first to gently bring her down from climax. By the time her back came down to the bed, a three minute long orgasm had passed and she was exhausted. She threw the pillow away and, eyes closed in bliss, took his face in her hands and pulled him up to her, planting a warm, gentle kiss on his lips. She could taste herself on him, but she didn't care.
"So how was it?" he asked. He knew the answer, but he wanted the confidence boost.
She just smiled dreamily and spoke between deep breaths. "I. Owe. You." Her eyes blinked open and they were half glazed over with lust as they bore into his. "I owe you big time." She pulled him down beside her on the bed and set him on his back. She kissed him again, their tongues dancing once more. Feeling the softness of her tongue in his mouth made him remember the lick earlier in the day. He couldn't wait for the main course to come.
As she kissed him, her hand slid down his front and unzipped his fly. She tried to lower his pants while still kissing him but it was a bit awkward so finally she broke away and tore his pants and boxers off in record time. She told him to scoot back, and he sat up against the headboard, giving her more room.
She was positioned between his legs again. Chris's oral technique had turned her on so much she couldn't wait to devour him, but there was something she had to do first. Again, she didn't think about it, didn't question. She went with her instincts.
She inched forward, straddling his waist and looking right into his eyes, then reached down and took hold of his cock. It jumped in her hand and before Chris could realize what was going on, she lowered herself on top of him. His first thought was that she was putting him inside her, but she flattened his dick against his abdomen and pressed her soaking wet lips against his shaft. His mouth instantly fell open, feeling her wetness against his cock. "Oh Laura," was all he could get out. Then slowly, she started sliding forward and back, lathering the underside of his hard cock with her juices.
Chris had died and gone to heaven, his mouth hanging open, his breath caught in his throat. Laura was smiling dreamily against her shoulders, both hands supporting herself on his chest. She loved the look on his face and gazed down at him with such tenderness that when he opened his eyes and met hers, he wasn't sure which was better: the feeling of her wet pussy sliding along his cock, or the dreamy look she was giving him. He took hold of her hips and helped her movements.
"Laura..." he said quietly. "You are...amazing."
In response, she ground down harder, feeling her clit press against his shaft and shudders of joy coursing outward from between her legs. Chris was starting to thrust up against her.
"You wanna cum?" she asked huskily. She knew the answer already, but she liked the idea of talking dirty to him.
"You wanna be inside me?"
She lowered herself to him, kissing him again, their mouths devouring each other. As she continued sliding against him, they both started moaning, and as their moans started getting louder, they used each others mouths to muffle the sounds. She could feel herself approaching orgasm again, and she bit down on his lip, sucking hard as she felt her body tensing up for release. She desperately wanted him. There was no way she could have been close enough to him at that moment. She wrapped her arms around his back, holding herself to him as tightly as she could. He became her anchor, the sensations between her legs overpowering her senses. If she could have fused their bodies into one, she would have. She needed him. She ground against his cock, hard, and held herself there as her body trembled in his arms as he breathed against her ear. "I want to cum inside you."
She moaned against his neck as she held onto him for support, her second orgasm in barely five minutes quaking through her body. "I want you inside me, inside me so much. Deep, deep, deep."
As the shudders slowly began to subside and Bono sang over the speakers, she lightly kissed Chris's neck as she tried to catch her breath. "Oh my god. That wasn't supposed to happen." He kissed her forehead in response, his hips still slowly thrusting up against hers. "I'm supposed to be getting you off."
"If there's one thing better than me getting off, it's watching you get off."
It may have been her orgasms or the music or the look in his eyes or any number of things at that moment, but when he said that, Laura felt herself fight tears. "I think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me." He smiled warmly, and if it had been possible, she knew she would have melted into a puddle and spilled onto the floor.
Instead, she sat up, smiling as she regained her composure. "But I still owe you."
She lifted herself off him and crawled back down between his legs, taking hold of his cock again and pumping it slowly. It was slick with her juices now and she found herself looking forward to tasting it.
He looked down at her, his mouth still open a little. His brain was still partly shorted-out by her impromptu slide-n-ride. "That was...I can't even say what that was. Incredible."
She smiled and leaned forward, rubbing noses with him. "No. You are." She kissed him, then settled back down, kneeling between his thighs. "You ready?" He nodded. "I want you to look at me the whole time."
"Where...um, where do you want me to, um..."
"Where do you think?" She smiled again, then lowered herself so that her face was inches from his cock and she was staring up at him, a sultry look on her face, her lips pouty and soft. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Chris." She noticed there was already some precum dribbling from his cock, so she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around the tiny little hole and licking up all he had to offer. Chris was instantly moaning.
She felt so comfortable with Chris that she wasn't nervous at all anymore. There was no way she couldn't please him. She knew this because it was the same for her. It didn't matter what he did to her; so long as it was him, she was happy. Besides, she wanted to make him happy, too. He'd just given her two of the best orgasms of her life. She owed him at least one of the same.
The precum cleared, she went down to the base of his cock and lightly began kissing her way to the top, running her tongue over the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. When she reached the ridge at the top, her tongue danced quickly around it, and her hand steered his cock around his mouth, spreading the fresh precum over her lips like it were lipstick. Chris was steadily making sounds of encouragement; not words, just sounds. He'd temporarily lost the ability to speak. As she licked she could taste her own juices on him, musky and strong. She wouldn't exactly label them "tasty" or "fragrant", but the scent of her pussy, combined with the sweat and precum of his cock, was driving her crazy, and she could feel herself getting wetter still.
Doing as she'd told him, Chris's eyes were glued to Laura, watching her tongue slide over every inch of his cock. She looked up at him and smiled, rubbing the tip of his dick around her lips again. Then she opened wide and stuck her tongue out, laying the head against it and pumping him from the base. The movement of her hand and velvet touch of her tongue felt so good it almost hurt. He squirmed against the bed, his face involuntarily contorting, and his eyes closed. Instantly, her free hand took his, squeezing, and he took hold of it like he would a lifeline.
Now she was his anchor.
The chorus reverberated through the room: "...where the streets have no name..."
Stroking him from the base, the tip of his cock sliding against her tongue, it was the easiest thing in the world for her to lower her open mouth down over his cock. And when she did, his groan of appreciation was so loud, that she couldn't help but giggle, discovering quite accidentally that giggling with a mouth full of cock is pure heaven for whomever the cock belongs to. She quickly grabbed the stereo remote and turned up the volume to try and mask Chris's vocalizations, then returned her hand to his. The rooms were somewhat sound-proofed, but she didn't want to take any chances. Their parents were used to loud music – that's why they'd sound-proofed the rooms. They weren't used to groans and moans.
She stopped halfway down his cock, letting herself get used to the feeling of it. Her tongue slid along the underside of his shaft, every once and a while flicking over the head toward the back of her mouth. Every time she flicked, Chris shuddered and involuntarily squeezed her hand. She'd squeeze back, covering as much of his cock with her tongue. Still pumping the lower half, she opened her mouth slightly and breathed hot air over him, more so to catch her breath, but when she saw his reaction to it, she smiled inwardly and did it some more, huffing and puffing over his saliva- and pussy-juice-covered cock. The more he squirmed, the wetter she got, and the wetter she got, the more she loved the feel of him in her mouth, and she more she loved it, the more she wanted.
Closing her lips again, she began bobbing up and down on him slowly, humming quietly, the vibrations stimulating every nerve right down to the base which she began to pump faster. As she pumped faster, she bobbed faster, and with each downward thrust of her head, she took a little bit more of him in her mouth until she could feel him tickling her gag reflex. When he began gently thrusting into her mouth, she gagged and pulled him out, coughing and eyes watering.
He was instantly apologetic. "Oh shit, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He leaned forward and took her face in his hands, concerned and with a guilty look on his face. "You okay?"
Her coughs turned into laughter and she caught her breath, shaking her head and smiling up at him with teary eyes. "No, it's okay. It's not your fault," she said, squeezing his hand. "Really. I just wasn't ready for you to start moving on your own."
"I'm sorry, I didn't even realize I was doing it."
"No, no, no. It's okay. I want you to. Really, it's okay. Now that I know what to expect, I'll be alright."
"Yeah." She smiled at him then. "But thank you for the concern."
"Thank you for the attention."
"I'm doing okay?"
He looked at her as if she'd just said the understatement of the century. "This is the best I've ever had."
"Really?" Her grin was ear to ear.
"You need a break or anything?"
Her eyes sparkling knowingly, the answer he got was her opening her mouth and descending on his cock again. "Oh wow," he groaned and leaned back against the headboard. This time, with her throat relaxed, she took nearly his entire length in her mouth, and he felt the tip of his cock at the back of her throat. She held herself there for a moment, then swallowed. Chris could feel his cock pop down into her throat. "Oh fu...," was all he could get out before his eyes closed and his mind drifted off into bliss. Using her swallow to hold his cock there, she worked her tongue over the entire length of his shaft. The hand that had been around his base now fell to his balls and gently began playing with them, squeezing them lightly, tickling his taint with her fingers.
Chris could barely sit still. He felt like every nerve in his body was fusing into one. He could feel her everywhere. Even in his fingertips. It was the most unreal and enjoyable sensation he'd ever felt.
Pulling him from her throat, she began bobbing up and down again, this time adding a swirl to her movements as she went from base to tip and back again, her tongue sliding over every inch of his cock. She felt his free hand gently twine its fingers through her hair, which had started to come loose from its ponytail. As he massaged the back of her head, she could feel his cock twitching in her mouth. She suspected he was close, and right on cue...
"Oh, god, Laura, I'm close. I'm so close."
Moaning on his cock, she pulled back to the tip, using her tongue to tickle his hole, tasting fresh precum. She wondered what it was going to feel like when he came. His breathing was becoming more labored, his slight thrusting returning. She opened her mouth and held her tongue out, thrusting her mouth back down on him as fast as she could, his cock sliding along her tongue, the ridge catching her lips and sending indescribable shocks through his body. He began to tense up. His grip on her hand tightened. He started to arch his back.
She returned to his tip and clamped her lips around the ridge as tightly as she could, flattening her tongue against the hole as she'd done earlier, blocking it but at the same time sliding all over the head, simultaneously sucking and humming, her cheeks puffing then collapsing quickly. Chris held his breath, looking down at his stepsister sucking his cock so perfectly. She looked up at him, her big brown eyes still so innocent, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue flattened out over the hole, her hand coming up from his balls to grab the base and pump him fast and hard. She wasn't playing around. There was only one thing she wanted from him now.
"Fuck, Laura, I'm...shit, I can't...oh FUUUCK!" And he erupted in her mouth.
Her tongue held flat over his hole made his cock pump even harder to get his cum out, intensifying the waves of ecstasy that swept through him. He was half convulsing as he shot into her mouth. Laura could feel him spraying, and she swirled her tongue around to the underside of his ridge so that she could start swallowing, but already her cheeks were overflowing. She gulped down as much as she could, but some dribbled back out onto his shaft.
She was surprised at how much there was, but gradually, the bulk of it subsided, and she lowered herself further down on him and continued swallowing as her tongue eased him from his climax. Once he was done spurting, she briefly released him from her mouth and used her tongue to lick up whatever excess had spilled onto him, then enveloped again with the warmth of her lips and moaned. Chris jolted euphorically.
Finally, he was dry and licked clean, though his cock was still twitching. Pulling up, her lips slid over his ridge and kept the suction right up to the very tip, where they smacked together in an inverse kiss and he shuddered in her grasp, his cock now free of her mouth and glistening wet. Swallowing the last of his cum, she smiled up at him warmly, her hand still gently stroking the base. She lightly kissed the tip then trailed kisses down to the base and back up again before finally snuggling up beside him on the bed, his cock still in her hand, but now her movements weren't sexual. They were tender.
He wrapped his arm around her, still out of breath and completely speechless. All he could say was, "Wow."
She smiled beside him. "Good?"
He looked at her. His face said it all. But he reiterated: "Wow."
"Mmm." She snuggled closer. The track had changed to "With or Without You". Laura took the remote again and turned the volume back down. "Can I sleep here tonight?"
"If you didn't ask, I was going to make you." His breath was slowly returning. The sense of peace they both felt was incredible. They were spent, completely and entirely. He was out of ammo, and she was pleasantly exhausted.
"I can't believe that was your first blow job," he said.
She held her breath for a moment. "Chris...I have a confession of my own to make."
He turned his head on his pillow to look over at her. "Yeah?"
Her eyes searched his, as if she weren't sure if she wanted to tell him what was on her mind and her decision could only be found somewhere in his gaze. She took another breath. "That wasn't my first...time."
"What do you mean?" Then his eyebrows went up. "That wasn't your first blow job?" She shook her head. His jaw dropped slightly and he scooted up on his elbows. "Wait, you - what do you – I don't understand."
He did. Laura had dated him back in high school. Truth be told, Chris had always thought the guy was a bit of a shithead. "You went down on Matt? Fucking Matt?!" He was practically laughing. His entire image of his stepsister as a prudish sex-a-phobe was being shattered, and all of it in a matter of hours. His head was spinning. Then something occurred to him.
"So does that mean that you've been, um...did Matt go down on you?"
"No! God no!" Now she was laughing. "You think I'd let him ever do that to me?"
"I don't know. You sucked his cock, how is that so different?"
She shook her head determinedly. "Look, I've fooled around with guys before. I know you probably thought I hadn't, but I have. But I can't let any guy do stuff to me. I don't know why, I've just never been that turned on by anyone." Then she smiled. "Well, almost anyone."
He was touched, and it showed in his eyes. He nuzzled her nose with his; this was rapidly becoming their private sign of affection, the symbol of the bond that had quickly formed between them.
"But I'm still a virgin," she added. "I want you to know that."
He nodded. "Okay. Me too."
She was surprised. "Really? I thought you and Shannon..."
"Uh, no. If I'd been Jesus, maybe. But I'm not. I'm just a normal guy."
She laughed again and the intoxication of it found its way into his heart. He pulled her close, the two of them laughing in each other's embrace. It was the laugh of ice being broken, of two people seeing each other as they really were, without pretense or facades.
Laura pulled the covers up over them, then snuggled back down beside Chris, his arm around her, her arm draped across his stomach. His eyes were closed, listening to the music. She kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and turned to her and she kissed him on the lips.
"Thank you, Laura," he said quietly, already beginning to drift off into sleep.
She rested her head on her stepbrother's chest and closed her eyes.
Within minutes, they were fast asleep.