Stepsister's Sleepover Pt. 04 by woodman96,woodman96

Author’s Note

Hello, thanks for all the feedback on the first 3 parts. I already have half an idea for the next part.

There’s a perspective change in this story from 1st person to 3rd person and then back again, I hope it makes sense.

All characters are at least 18 years old and you yourself should be 18 years old or older.

I hope you enjoy this story and thanks for reading!

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The light streaming through a gap in the curtains woke me, the brightness of a lovely August day had interrupted my lie-in. I blinked and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, noticing just how hot it was even early in the morning. Lifting my head my eyes found the clock on the opposite wall of my bedroom, the hands showed 7.30am. I groaned softly and lay back down on the bed and that was when I discovered that I was not alone. Turning my head I saw a mess of blonde hair and a petite figure beneath the duvet that meant my stepsister had slipped into my bed at some point during the night.

This was not entirely new. In the month and a half since I had taken her virginity Chrissy and I would spend the night in each other’s company whenever both of our parents were off on jet-set business trips; 3 weekends, as well as 1 sweet Wednesday night when our parents celebrated their wedding anniversary and stayed in a hotel.

This time, however, both our parents were home.

“Chrissy.” I whispered, finding her arm under the covers and giving her a shake. She stirred slightly but no more than that.

“Chrissy!” I whispered again, more sharply this time and I shook her again. She mumbled incoherently and started to move, rolling over onto her front and reaching up to brush her hair out of her eyes.

“Hey.” She murmured sleepily.

“What are you doing in here?” I hissed at her. She looked surprised at the sharpness in my voice.

“I was lonely,” she replied, reaching out to touch my cheek, “I always sleep better when I’m with you.”

I took hold of her hand and pushed her away, starting to frown.

“No really Chrissy, this isn’t a good idea. What if one of our parents catches us?”

“Relax,” she whispered, “it’s OK, mum never comes to wake me up, she hasn’t since I was 10. And I’ve never heard your dad come into your room, I’m not sure he even knows which room is yours.”

She smiled at me but I wasn’t in a joking mood.

Just at that moment we heard a creek on the landing which told us that one of our parents was coming down the hallway. We both froze as we heard whoever it was open Chrissy’s bedroom, a second later we heard her mother calling her name.

I glanced quickly at Chrissy to warn her not to reply but I don’t think she could even if she wanted to, she had turned pale.

Even worse was what happened next. Another creek on the landing followed and my stepmother knocked on my bedroom door.

“Jeff?” She called.

I was silently praying that Chrissy had had the sense to lock the door after she’d snuck in during the night.

My stepmother turned the handle and found it locked, I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. Finding the door locked she knocked on the door again.

“Jeff!” She called again.

“Hide.” I whispered to Chrissy and I pointed to the far side of the bed. I climbed over Chrissy and shouted to let my stepmother know I was coming, as I got off the bed I could hear Chrissy scrambling out of the other side so that she could lie down on the floor and be hidden from her mother’s view by the draping duvet and the bed frame.

When I reached the door I quickly looked round to make sure Chrissy was nowhere to be seen and then unlocked the door and opened it. There stood my stepmother. She was shorter than me, 5″6′ or so, with waist length wavy dark brunette hair. If I had to guess, given Chrissy’s light blonde hair, I’d say my stepmother’s hair was dyed. Maybe she thought being brunette was a more professional look, who am I to judge? And I certainly wasn’t going to ask her about it any time soon, we were friendly with one another but not exactly chummy.

We might have been friends at any other moment but when I opened the door she did not look friendly at all, she was scowling up at me.

“Maggie,” I said with a yawn, “it’s a bit early isn’t it?”

“Chrissy isn’t in her room.” Clearly my stepmother wasn’t interested in small talk.

“Err yeah,” I replied, thinking fast, “her shower wasn’t working or wasn’t hot enough I don’t know, so she’s occupied mine. She’s been in there for quite a while actually…”

The scowl vanished from my stepmother’s face and she sighed in relief.

“Oh. I thought for one moment she’d slipped out to see some boy, I should have known better. ” My stepmother laughed. I decided not to tell her just how right she was. “Tell her to hurry up please, and make sure she hasn’t forgotten that she asked me to take her shopping this morning. We’re leaving at 9.”

“Right you are.”

“Thanks.” She said, and she walked off back down the hallway towards the staircase.

I closed the door and leaned my head on it. That was close. I raised a hand to my forehead and was unsurprised to feel sweat there. It seemed it was time to have a chat with Chrissy about boundaries.

As I rounded the bed I found Chrissy lying on the floor with one hand over her mouth as though she thought the sound of her breathing would give her away. She was still as white as a sheet and, despite the heat of the day, she was shivering. Looking down at her any thought that I might be harsh on her evaporated.

I bent down and took hold of her shoulders and picked her up. she collapsed into me.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered into my chest, “I’m sorry. I’m so stupid.”

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight to me, she sniffed and started to cry quietly.

“Shh,” I whispered, “no harm done.”

“I was so foolish,” she whispered, “if you’re angry with me… I deserve it.”

I let go of her and lifted her chin up to make her look me in the eye, her light blue eyes were rimmed with red from crying and there were tear tracks down her cheeks. I gently wiped away her tears and she looked away from me.

“I’m not angry with you-” I told her.

“You should be.” Chrissy sniffed.

“I’m not. I’m not going to be angry at you for wanting to be with me-”

“It was so stupid, I-”

I pressed two fingers to her lips to shut her up.

“Stop interrupting me,” I told her with a small smile, “I love you and I won’t stand to hear you denigrating yourself. So we’re going to get in the shower and chalk this up to experience and never mention it again. OK?”

Chrissy nodded and I bent to kiss her.

“Good.” I said and I took her by the hand and led her into my bathroom.

The hot water of the shower seemed to help Chrissy calm down a bit, and I spent as much time as I dared, conscious that her mother was waiting, massaging the shower gel into her shoulders and back. Neither of us were in the mood for sex, we didn’t have time anyway, but even the briefest of touches from my stepsister soon got me hard. After I’d finished lathering her back with shower gel she turned and my erection brushed against her hip, making her smile the first smile since we heard the creek of the landing. I winked at her and pulled her in for a brief kiss before I indicated that we should get out of the shower and dry off, and a few minutes later Chrissy was running across the landing from my bedroom to hers to get dressed. I closed the door behind her and leant against it, once more thinking of how lucky we were to escape detection.

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It was true what my stepmother had said – that Chrissy had asked her to for a lift to the local shopping centre so that she could buy some clothes, apparently she needed a new wardrobe for when she moved to Uni in late September, I was trying not to think of how empty the house would be when she finally departed.

But when they returned later that day it was clear that my stepmother was happy for an excuse to go shopping, laden down as she was with several bags from Gap and Zara. Unfortunately I was sitting in the living room when they came through the front door.

“Jeff? Be a dear and go and bring the rest of the bags would you?” My stepmother instructed me. Isn’t it strange how women can make commands sound like small requests?

I did as she asked and brought in another armful of her shopping and placed the bags at the foot of the stairs. There was a lot of stuff.

At this point I should say that our parents were going off on holiday the following Friday to the Seychelles so some of the new clothes would be for their trip- I could see a few bikinis and skirts in the shopping bags.

While I was acting as my stepmother’s courier my father had appeared from the back garden where he’d been doing a bit of weeding. After I’d put the bags down I saw him eyeing the collection wryly.

“Are you also going to buy a whole new wardrobe for this holiday dad?” I asked him, grinning.

“Do you know, I thought I might just wear clothes that I’ve worn before.” He replied as he tried not to laugh.

“It looks like the resort you’re going to has banned that sort of thing.” I said, indicating the dozens of bags at the foot of the stairs.

My father turned his laugh into a cough.

“You boys can laugh,” said my stepmother as she descended the stairs to retrieve more bags, “but I work hard enough that I deserve to look good and feel good.”

My father held his hands up in surrender.

“No arguments here.” He assured her.

“And I wouldn’t want you to buy new clothes anyway,” she continued, “I love how you wear the same 6 Hawaiian shirts wherever we go.”

“It’s part of my charm.” My dad replied. “Besides, I wear suits all the time so I get to wear weird stuff on holidays. I’m thinking about getting a set of vibrams, you know, those shoes with toes on them and matching them with a mankini.”

“And you’d look great.” My stepmother said placidly, not taking him seriously.

“Maggie,” I said, “shall I take the rest of your bags upstairs for you?”

“Oh no dear, now your father’s appeared he can do that.” She said, giving him a radiant smile. “But those two bags on the bottom step are Chrissy’s, if you’re going up would you mind taking them to her?”

“No problem.”

I picked up the bags she’d indicated and trooped upstairs. When I arrived at Chrissy’s bedroom I opened the door without knocking.

“Bags 25 and 26.” I said placing them on her bed.

“Oh shut up,” she laughed, “I didn’t buy that much. What do you think of these?”

She was holding up some black lace lingerie.

I turned to the door and listened for a moment to make sure neither of our parents was coming up the stairs and then closed the gap between us.

“Very nice,” I said leaning in to whisper in her ear, “maybe after they’re gone you can model it for me.”

“I’d like that.” She murmured back and she turned her head to kiss me but I stepped back out of her reach, making her pout at me.

“Patience.” I whispered.

Chrissy rolled her eyes but I just smiled at her and then turned and left her room.

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The six days from that Saturday to the Friday when our parents were due to depart felt like a month. At least I had work to distract me. Chrissy spent her time at friends’ houses, the cinema, or the pub enjoying the freedom of the summer holidays.

Usually, given that I finished work at 4pm, Chrissy and I would have an hour or so after I got back from work to hang out before our parents got home. However my dad had decided to take the week before his holiday off work which didn’t make much sense to me — a holiday before a holiday? — And my stepmother was less busy than usual so either one or both of them were home by the time I’d driven back from the office.

It was funny to think that my routine that week was really no different than my routine had been for years before my stepsister first sucked my cock but now that same routine was mind-numbingly boring as the days dragged on.

On both the Monday and the Wednesday I let my colleagues drag me to the pub in the evenings. I left the house at 7pm and didn’t return until midnight.

After coming home on Wednesday I stumbled to my room, stripped off my clothes, fell into bed and waited for sleep to overtake me. The minutes crawled by and the ticking of the clock on the wall must have been taunting me- I was sure it was ticking at half its usual speed.

My phone vibrated on the bedside table and I picked it up. Chrissy was calling me.

“Err, hi?” I said, by way of a greeting.

“Are you awake?”

“No, I’m fast asleep. Where are you?” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“I’m in my bed.” She said.

“OK… so what’s up?”

“I just wanted to chat. I miss you.”

We’d only seen each other 4 hours before but I knew what she meant.

“I miss you too.” I said, sighing deeply.

“Hey, you know what we should do? We should have phone sex.”

I could hear the laughter in her voice and I smiled.

“Really?”

“Totally.”

I rolled my eyes. In my mind’s eye I tried to imagine how she looked at that moment. I knew she always slept naked in the summer months so I imagined she was lying in bed with the covers pulled messily down to reveal her torso, her perfect c-cup breasts and flat stomach. She had a bad habit of chewing on her hair and I could picture her, one hand holding her phone up to her ear while she held a few strands of her hair in the other hand up to her mouth and chewed on it.

“Are you still there?” She asked, cutting into my daydream.

“Yeah.”

There was another pause.

“Do you remember when we first met?” She said suddenly.

“Of course I do. Dinner at Delizioso with our parents.”

Delizioso was the best Italian restaurant in town, partly because it was the only Italian restaurant in town but mostly because their pasta was to die for.

“Yeah,” she said, “I didn’t like you at first. You were moody.”

I laughed.

“I wasn’t moody, I was being cautious. You know this is the first serious relationship my dad’s been in since Mum died. I just didn’t want him to get hurt.”

My mother had died of cancer when I was 10 and for the next decade my father had devoted his time to raising me and working as hard as he could.

Chrissy’s father had left her mother before Chrissy was even born leaving Maggie to juggle raising a child and trying to break into the fashion industry.

Dad and I had got on well enough for 10 years and then one day when I was home from University for the Christmas holidays in my 3rd year he told me that he was dating someone and he’d like me to meet her.

“So you were just being protective? That’s sweet.” Chrissy said.

“Exactly.”

“So what did you think of me, the first time we met?”

I laughed, remembering my first impression.

“I thought you were a weird geek.”

I heard Chrissy join in with my laughter.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because my dad asked you what your favourite subject was at school and you gave a long rambling answer until your mother cleared her throat and then you turned crimson and shut up. Do you remember?”

“Vaguely. I’m not good at meeting people so I just sort of infodump. But at least now that you know me you know I’m cool.”

Yeah,” I said, laughing, “very cool.”

“Hey. No sarcasm.”

I remembered that night weighing up what my father saw in Maggie. It occurred to me at the time that with her dyed brunette hair she didn’t look too different from my own mother.

So,” Chrissy interrupted my thoughts again, “when did you decide to accept me?”

“Their engagement party.”

My father’s and Maggie’s engagement party was held at dad’s work after hours. Their friends and family were invited and the wine flowed as everyone told my father how happy they were for him.

“Oh I remember. You came up to me and started talking about Becket House, which teachers were nice, which ones were awful, and how to trick the vending machine in the science building into giving me an extra Mars Bar each time.”

“That’s right.”

We lapsed into silence again and I heard Chrissy sigh deeply.

“This conversation,” She said, “has made me really horny.”

“Thinking about school does that for you eh?”

“Hearing your voice does that for me.”

I could hear her moving about on the other end of the line, at one point it sounded like she’d dropped her phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked

“I’ve been holding my phone in my right hand so I’m now using my left hand so I can use my right hand for… other things.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, “I’m rubbing my pussy.”

I could hear her breathing getting quicker.

“Want me to give you some privacy?” I asked mischievously.

“No,” Chrissy groaned. “Don’t go, I want you to listen to me.”

Her fast breathing turned into panting and moaning, I could hear her swearing softly.

“Jeff,” she moaned, “what do you like about me?”

“Your sense of humour.”

“Ha. That’s sweet but you know that’s not what I mean.”

“I know,” I chuckled. “I love the way your pussy tastes, and how wet you get for me. I love kissing you, and I love feeling you cum on my cock.”

Chrissy groaned again.

“Oh god,” she whispered frantically, “oh god, so close, fuck.”

“You know if I was in your room right now I’d be sucking on your clit.” I whispered.

“Fuck that’s it,” she whimpered and then I could hear her moan and gasp, she must have clamped her hand to her mouth because the moaning became muffled.

“Fuck that was hot.” She whispered, taking a big breath.

“I’m glad I could be of service.” I laughed.

“Your turn now?” She asked. “Gonna jerk off while I’m on the phone?”

“Nah.”

“Oh,” she said, surprised, “did you have a wank earlier?”

“Nope.”

“Err…OK.”

“And,” I went on, “I haven’t masterbated since last Friday.”

“What? Why?” Asked Chrissy, sounding quite incredulous.

“Well, Just think of how much cum I’m going to dump down your throat in 2 days time.” I whispered and I heard Chrissy moan on the other end of the line.

“Goodnight Chrissy.” And with that I hung up on her.

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The longest week in history finally came to a close with the arrival of Friday. Our parents were being picked up by a taxi to take them to Heathrow at 6pm that evening and a few minutes to 6 Chrissy and I were hugging our parents and saying our farewells.

“Phone us as you’re getting on the plane will you? Just so that we know you’ve gone.” I told my stepmother. “And you two enjoy yourselves. Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine.”

My stepmother agreed that she would phone us just before getting on the plane and they’d send us an email when they got to their hotel and had finished unpacking.

“Be good, Missy.” Said my dad, and Chrissy nodded.

“I always am,” she replied.

“And Jeff,” my father went on, “stop drinking my whisky.”

Chrissy burst out laughing next to me and my dad winked at her.

“Stop buying nice whisky and maybe I’ll consider it.” I told him, grinning. He laughed in reply.

A car horn sounded outside and my father picked up the suitcases to go and meet the cab man. My stepmother hugged Chrissy one last time and followed him.

As the cab pulled away a few minutes later Chrissy and I stood on the doorstep waving, knowing that we were finally alone.

“I’m going to bolt the door,” I said as I closed the door. “We wouldn’t want them to come back because of a cancelled flight and find us in bed together.”

“Yeah, that would spoil the mood.” Chrissy replied.

I slid the bolts across the top and bottom of the door and turned around. Chrissy and I stood there staring at each other until I stepped towards her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss.

I held her at arms length to get a good look at her. She was wearing a white crop top that barely covered her breasts and short shorts that barely covered her arse.

“I’m surprised you’re allowed to wear that outfit.” I commented.

“I think mum didn’t object because I wasn’t going out anywhere today. So there’s no chance of anyone letchering me. I’m sure she thinks her nice stepson would never ogle her daughter.”

“And I never do.” I said grinning.

“Right,” Chrissy said, “you never ogle me. Just fantasise about me.”

“Exactly.”

I pulled her towards me and kissed her again, enjoying her soft lips. She placed a hand on my chest and then trailed it down my torso towards my waist, past my belt until her hand was resting on the bulge in my jeans.

“If you haven’t masterbated for a whole week,” she said, squeezing my erection, “then you must be in serious need of relief.”

“Uhuh” I groaned.

She grinned up at me and took one of my hands in hers.

“Come on,” she said, “let’s go to my room.”

Chrissy led me upstairs to her room. As soon as we were inside I pulled her close to me, spun us around and pushed her up against the door. I bent to kiss her and we made out, every so often she moaned softly.

Eventually Chrissy broke our kiss and she nodded at her bed, indicating that we should move but I shook my head.

“Just get on your knees.” I said.

Chrissy bit her lip and then smiled up at me. A second later she had slid to her knees, her face level with my erection.

She looked so hot.

She placed her palm on the tent in my jeans and rubbed my cock through the denim.

“It turns me on knowing this is for me.” She said softly, looking up at me. She ran a finger along the bulge made by my shaft from the bottom to the tip.

Next Chrissy pressed her face into my jeans so that I could feel her lips press against my denim-encased flesh as she nuzzled my cock. I groaned with frustration.

“OK,” she said grinning, “enough foreplay.”

My stepsister unzipped my fly and then unbuttoned my jeans, my cock sprang out, though it was still hidden beneath my boxers. Chrissy grabbed the waistband of my jeans and my boxers and pulled them down so that my cock was free.

She gently licked the underside of the head and then planted a couple of soft kisses on the tip before licking the underside of my cock.

“Chrissy…” I said, wanting her to get on with it.

She looked up at me and with a wink said “patience.”

And then she took my cock in her mouth. Inch by inch. Now, as has been mentioned I hadn’t masterbated for a week and the feeling of her soft lips around my cock and her tongue dragging along my shaft were almost too much to bear.

“Shit.”

Chrissy stopped with just over half my erection in her mouth and drew back a few inches before taking those few inches in her mouth once more. She began to bob her head back and forth on my cock.

By this time I was bracing myself against the door with both hands, drawing ragged breaths. I needed to come but I didn’t want her to stop.

Chrissy pulled back and let my cock escape her lips then she took hold of my cock in one hand and aimed it towards the sky and took one of my balls on her mouth, sucking slowly and licking it. We made eye contact and she gave my cock one long lick from my balls to my tip before taking as much of me in her mouth as she could manage. She gagged and withdrew when she was 7 inches deep and then she tried again.

When my cock was at the back of her throat I groaned and realised that I was close.

“Chrissy I’m going to cum.” I warned her.

She made a noise of ascent and started to bob back and forth on my cock.

I groaned and came, emptying my load into her mouth. There was so much cum that she coughed and pulled back, a pool of cum fell out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin and onto her crop top as I shot my last rope across her face.

Chrissy started to giggle.

“What a mess.” She said, using her fingers to collect my cum from her face and scoop it back into her mouth.

I didn’t think I could speak yet, I was still using the door for support, breathing heavily.

“I think I’d better go wash my face.” Chrissy said half a minute later.

“Sure.” I croaked and she shuffled out from under me and went to use her bathroom sink. I trusted that my legs would not give way and stepped out of my jeans and boxers and then staggered over to her bed, taking my shirt off as I went.

Chrissy emerged a minute later. Not only had she disposed of her crop top but she’d also taken off her shorts and panties too.

“That’s a beautiful sight.” I said, my eyes roaming her naked body. She grinned at me.

“Actually I’ve got an idea,” She said, “don’t look.”

“Err, OK.” I said and I covered my eyes. I could hear her rummaging around in one of her drawers and then she went back into the bathroom.

“OK.” She said after a minute, “you can look.”

I uncovered my eyes. Chrissy was standing in the doorway wearing the black lingerie that I’d suggested she model.

Fucking gorgeous.

The cups of the lace bra barely covered her breasts and they were held up by thin straps. The lace thong she was wearing barely covered her mound, held in place by thin straps that sat high on her hips.

“You like?” Chrissy asked, spinning on the spot so that I could see her cute butt with the strap of her thong disappearing between her cheeks.

“I love,” I said, “get over here.”

Chrissy ran to me and climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and We made out as she ground her pussy against my cock.

“Bloody hell,” she said, “how are you still hard?”

“Haven’t masterbated since last Friday, remember? But we can do something about that in a minute…”

I grabbed her arse with both hands and squeezed her cheeks as we kissed again. I reached underneath her and pushed the strap of her thong aside and then inserted a finger into her pussy. Chrissy gasped into my mouth and moaned as my finger slipped further into her cunt. She leaned back so that we could look at each other while I played with her and then I added a second finger and she moaned again, biting her lip. I began to slowly finger-fuck her, pulling my fingers out of my stepsister’s pussy until only the tips were inside her and then pushing them in right up to the knuckle before dragging them out again.

“You’re so wet.” I whispered.

“Uhuh.”

“I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers and then I’m gonna fill you up with my cock.”

“Oh please.” Chrissy moaned.

“You want that? Want my cock inside you?” I asked her.

“I do! Uh, I need it, I need your cock.”

I increased the speed of the finger-fucking I was giving her and Chrissy began to buck back and forth on my lap. I moved my other hand from the small of her back and she dug her nails into my shoulders and leaned into me, meanwhile I put my hand between us, slipped my hand into her thong and found her clit. Just the feeling of my fingers against her button made her moan. I circled her clit a few times and she started to pant, moaning, mumbling incoherently into my neck.

“Please,” she whispered, “please.”

I pumped my fingers inside her as fast as I could and flicked her clit with my thumb, she arched her back as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck oh God!”

Chrissy trembled and moaned as her orgasm washed over her and she clung onto me.

When her orgasm subsided I rolled over so that Chrissy was lying on her back on the bed and I was on top of her. Her legs were either side of mine and my cock rubbed against the thin material of her thong that covered her labia.

I licked her juices off my fingers as she tried to regain her breath, she was looking at me through her eyelashes, watching as I cleaned her cum from my fingers.

When I had finished cleaning up her juices I kissed her and she wrapped her arms around me, holding me to her.

“You always give me the best orgasms,” she said softly, “definitely better than my own fingers.”

“High praise.” I said, grinning.

I kissed her again, her soft lips parting to allow my tongue access to her mouth. I held her face with one hand and my other hand roamed her body, settling on one of her breasts and playing with her nipple, pulling it and rolling it between my fingers.

We lay enjoying each other’s touch for a while before Chrissy unwrapped her arms from around my back and pushed me up off her.

“I want that cock inside me.” She said reaching down to jerk me off.

“You’re wearing too many clothes for that.” I replied, running a finger over the lace covering her breasts.

“So strip me.”

I reached around her back, undid the clasp of her bra and then pulled the bra away from her and dropped it on the floor. I crawled down her body until I was at the end of the bed where I dropped down onto the floor, kneeling with my head between her legs.

I kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs and heard her sigh and then I brought her legs together and dragged her thong down her legs and off onto the floor.

I felt around the floor for a few seconds before I found my jeans and retrieved the condom that I’d pocketed from my bedside drawer earlier that day. Unwrapping the condom I rolled it down my shaft. Now I was ready to fuck my stepsister.

I pushed her knees apart and leant in to lick her pussy lips starting with a long slow lick and then I built up speed, feasting on her cunt. I thrust my tongue between her folds and she moaned.

“Jeff…” Chrissy whined.

I stopped and grinned up at her and then crawled my way back up her body until we were face to face.

“Sorry,” I said, “I got distracted.”

“Fuck m-” Chrissy began but I cut her off with a deep kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth.

I reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled them up towards her hips. My cock was rubbing against her slit.

Chrissy wrapped her legs around my waist and I took hold of my erection. I didn’t bother to go slow, we both wanted this and we were both more than ready.

I thrust into her.

“Uhhh…” Chrissy grunted.

I pulled out slightly and then thrust balls deep into her cunt.

“Fuck.” She whispered.

I held myself there and gazed into her lust-filled eyes. Chrissy squirmed a bit, she wanted me to keep going but I held still.

“How does it feel to have me balls deep in your wet pussy?” I asked her.

“Feels so good.” She whimpered.

“Yeah?”

“Uhuh. Best feeling ever.”

I pulled out of her completely and she groaned but before she could complain I slammed into her again and her back arched. I leaned forwards so that I was almost covering her petite frame completely and started to fuck her in earnest, pounding her pussy, pistoning in and out of her.

Ther air was thick with the sound of my cock slapping Chrissy’s pussy, my grunting, and her moaning.

“Ugh fuck Chrissy, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.”

“Jeff… Oh God. Your cock feels so good inside me.”

As I continued to slam into her cunt Chrissy’s love box was clearly getting soaked as the sound of squelching could be heard with every stroke.

“I’m so close jeff!”

I growled.

“Cum for me Chrissy, come for me. Cum all over my cock.”

I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and she let out a high pitched moan as she came, her body shaking in ecstasy.

I rode her orgasm without slowing down, knowing that my second climax of the night was also drawing near.

Chrissy was still panting, still coming down from her own orgasm when I kissed her deeply, shoving my tongue into her mouth, massaging her tongue with mine. The delightful squeal that came from her took me over the edge and I came hard, shooting rope after rope into the condom.

“Wow.” Chrissy whispered a few seconds later after I’d collapsed onto her.

I laughed and kissed her gently, and then dragged myself off her, my half-flaccid prick slipping out of her cunt.

I deposited the used condom in the bin in the corner and turned around.

Chrissy was laying on her back, one hand behind her head the other running over her torso. One of her legs was straight and the other slightly bent off to the side giving a perfect view of her pussy which I could see was still glistening with her juices. Her hair was messy as it always was after we fucked, blonde strands laying tousled over her forehead and shoulders, and her eyes were watching me contentedly.

I stood there for a moment, taking this glorious vision in.

“If there’s a finer sight in England I haven’t heard of it.” I said and Chrissy smiled at me.

I climbed back onto the bed and we cuddled with her nuzzling into my chest.

The minutes passed in comfortable silence, how long we lay there I have no idea. Our peace, however, was interrupted by Chrissy’s phone ringing.

“Mum?” She said after answering it, “oh OK cool… You have a nice flight… in his room I think… yes I’ll tell him… OK have fun love you bye.”

She hung up.

“They’re just getting on the plane.” She told me, cuddling up to me once more.

“Good.” I replied.

We lay there in silence for a while before Chrissy spoke again.

“Jenny’s coming round tomorrow.”

“OK,” I said, “why are you telling me? Are you warning me off her?”

Chrissy tutted.

“No, I was actually thinking that we won’t be able to stay in bed together all day-”

“Shame.” I said, interrupting.

“-exactly. We — Jenny and I — are going to the cinema and then she’s probably going to spend the night.”

“I will try to control myself.” I said, grinning. “And you don’t need to worry about Jenny, she’s probably still nervous about being in the same room as me.”

Chrissy laughed.

And we lay there in the dark in each other’s arms until we both drifted off to sleep.

*

*

The next morning we woke up at 7am and I persuaded Chrissy that it would do her a world of good to go for a jog with me. She wasn’t exactly the most enthusiastic running partner but I kept up a volley of encouragement and we finished our 5km run in just under 35 minutes.

Between the wonderful sex of the night before and the morning workout neither of us were feeling particularly horny so though we showered together we did nothing sexual apart from a bit of light petting.

A closer inspection of the table in the kitchen revealed that our parents had left us a list of chores so after breakfast and a bit of grumbling we set to work, I hoovered the carpets, including the stairs, and washed the bathroom floors while Chrissy cleaned all the surfaces and the stove top.

“I hope they’ve invented cleaning robots by the time I get my own house.” Chrissy said as she collapsed onto the sofa next to me after she had finished the cleaning.

“Roombas.” I said softly with a slight smile. Chrissy rolled her eyes at me.

“I know roombas exist dummy. But what about the kitchen surfaces and the table tops?”

I shrugged.

“I like the sense of accomplishment you get from cleaning. Everything was messy and dirty and now it’s clean. Nice.” I said.

“You should have been a 1950s housewife.” Replied Chrissy.

“I do look good in an apron.”

“I bet you’d look great in just an apron.” Chrissy said with a wistful look in her eyes.

“Are you objectifying me?” I asked accusingly.

“Can’t help it.” She sighed.

I reached over to the rack under the coffee table and picked up a sudoku book and a pencil.

“You’re welcome to watch some TV,” I said, “I’m fine with that.”

“Nah,” Chrissy replied, “I’ll go and get a book to read.”

She wandered off upstairs and returned 5 minutes later with a book and lay down on the sofa on her back, her head in my lap and her legs dangling off the end of the sofa.

“Do you need some money for this afternoon?” I asked. “I guess you’ve been spending a fair bit of money at the pub.”

“No I’m good.” Chrissy replied, “my allowance hasn’t run out yet.”

I frowned at this, remembering how little pocket money my father had given me when I was a teenager.

“Wait,” I said, “how much is your allowance?”

Chrissy tutted.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask someone about their salary?” She asked and I snorted. “If you really want to know, your dad gives me £200 a month and my mum gives me £100.”

“Bloody hell you spoiled girl, I only got £30 a month.”

“Well I am your father’s favourite ch-” Chrissy was cut short by me covering her mouth with my hand. The next moment she licked the palm of my hand and I pulled it away from her laughing as I did so.

“It’s OK,” she said as I wiped my hand on her arm, “no matter how much money our parents give me you’re still my favourite member of the family.”

“Good to know.” I said, stroking her hair.

We sat in comfortable silence for some time, the only sound being the scratching of my pencil or the soft swooshing of paper as Chrissy turned a page.

“What’s for lunch?” Chrissy asked abruptly.

“I don’t know,” I said, “what are you making?”

“Oh you want me to cook…” Chrissy said and she made to get up but I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back down.

“On second thoughts,” I said, “it’s probably best if I cook. What do you want?”

“I don’t know, I’m good with whatever.”

“Then I’ll see if we’ve got the ingredients for ‘whatever’.”

There was some cucumber and lettuce and tomatoes in the fridge so we had tuna salad followed by yoghurt for dessert.

“I’ll do the washing up.” I said as I gathered up the bowls.

“But you prepared the food, I thought that was the rule, if you don’t cook you wash up.” Chrissy objected.

“New rule; I do something nice and you accept it and say ‘thank you Jeff, you’re the best brother ever’.”

Chrissy laughed.

“OK,” and then she adopted a monotonous voice, “thank you Jeff you’re the best brother ever Jeff.”

“No problem.”

“I’ll dry up then.” She said.

“All this stuff can be left to dry in the drying rack.” I said as I filled the sink up with hot water.

“Hmm. OK, then I’ll be helpful some other way.”

She stood there for a while with her back to the sideboard, watching me do the washing up, and then she sidled up to me.

“So,” she said with a mischievous smile on her face, “you’ve been really nice what with preparing lunch and now you’re doing the washing up… and we’re not going to have sex until tomorrow so…”

I looked sideways at her and she reached out and placed a hand on my waist and then slowly lowered it, feeling my cock through my shorts. She grasped my shaft and started to jerk me off. Concentrating on the washing up was becoming difficult but I only had the bowl I mixed the salad in left so I persevered.

Chrissy meanwhile was unzipping my shorts and letting them fall to around my knees. Then she dug my cock out of my boxers, spat on the palm of her hand, and started giving me a handjob.

My fully hard prick looked massive in her small hand.

I grasped the sink for balance and looked at her face which was screwed up with concentration. Chrissy was looking down at my cock, a smile playing across her lips.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

“Shit, she’s early.” And Chrissy let go of my cock and walked away from me towards the living room.

“Wait”, I called after her, “what are you doing? What about this?”

I pointed to my erection and Chrissy laughed and then shrugged.

“Sorry but you know I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, but not today.” I started to grumble but Chrissy shook her head.

“You should put that thing away,” she said.

I swore and pulled my shorts back up, trying to hide my erection. As I pulled my zip up I heard Chrissy open the front door.

“Hey!!” She pulled Jenny into a tight hug before releasing her. “You look great.”

I walked to the doorway and looked at the two girls standing by the front door, Chrissy was holding Jenny at arms length and admiring her, Jenny was wearing a short sleeved blue dress which stopped just above her knees, the dress hugged her torso and flared out after her waist. Her look was completed with white sneakers.

Chrissy turned and saw me standing there.

“What do you think Jeff? Doesn’t she look nice?” She asked with a wink.

“Err, yeah.” I said as Jenny started to blush under my scrutiny.

Chrissy flashed me a quick grin and then turned back to Jenny.

“Come on,” my stepsister said, “I just need to go change.”

10 minutes later Chrissy skipped down the stairs wearing navy shorts, a sleeveless T-shirt, and white sandals with Jenny on her tail.

“See ya!” Chrissy called to me.

“Have fun.” I replied.

Jenny gave me a small wave and followed Chrissy out of the front door which shut behind them.

*

*

Now, obviously I wasn’t with the girls as they went to the shopping centre for a bit of window shopping and then to the cinema and then to a bar for drinks and dinner afterwards but I heard what happened from Chrissy later.

*

*

They got back to the house at just gone 10pm having had a few cocktails at a bar. Chrissy opened the door and, seeing me sitting on the sofa, called out to me in greeting. I waved at her in reply.

“Let’s go sit with Jeff.” Chrissy whispered to Jenny but Jenny shook her head.

“No, she replied, “let’s just go upstairs and listen to music or something. I’m not in the mood for watching a movie.”

Chrissy raised her eyebrows at Jenny but shrugged and then let the way up to her room.

“What’s your problem with Jeff?”

Jenny blushed.

“Who said I have a problem with Jeff?”

“Your face does. You’re always blushing when you’re around him,” Chrissy rolled over and grinned at Jenny, “does someone have a crush?”

“Shut up.”

“Ha, so that’s a yes. What do you like about him?”

“I don’t have a crush on your stepbrother.” Jenny insisted.

“You clearly do.” Chrissy replied. “Is it his bad taste in music? Bad dress sense? Terrible sense of humour?”

“I. Do not. Have a crush. On your stepbrother.” Repeated Jenny.

Chrissy looked unimpressed.

“Can we just talk about something else, please?” Jenny asked.

Chrissy sighed and rested her chin on her palm, thinking.

“I lost my virginity a couple months ago.” Chrissy said suddenly.

“What!?” Jenny exclaimed, “With who? Do I know him? How was it?”

“You’ve probably seen him around.” Chrissy replied vaguely. “He was just so nice and kind… it still gives me butterflies thinking about it.”

“That’s sweet.” Jenny said, a smile on her face.

“So,” she went on after a moment, “he was nice and kind but did he, you know, perform to your satisfaction?”

Chrissy snorted.

“He made me cum if that’s what you’re asking.”

Both girls giggled.

“Your first time was with your ex, right, Jack?” Chrissy asked and Jenny nodded. “How was that?”

Jenny shrugged and Chrissy frowned.

“That bad huh?”

Jenny sighed.

“Yep, let’s just say that the best thing about it was that it was over quickly.”

“That sucks.” Said Chrissy. “OK, then let’s talk about something fun, what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done in bed?”

Jenny laughed and bit her lip, causing Chrissy to raise her eyebrows at her.

“What?” Chrissy asked.

“OK, you know Candice Murray’s birthday party back in April?”

Candice Murray was a girl in the year above them who everyone agreed was the prettiest girl at Becket House during her time there, a tall blonde with big breasts and lovely curves. She was also nice, not some stuck up bitch but friendly to everyone, even the girls in the year below hers, which explains why every Sixth-Former who was legally allowed to drink was invited to her 19th birthday party.

“Yeah,” said Chrissy, “Go on.”

“Right, well I turned up just after it started and saw all those presents everyone else brought her, and she was standing next to the table with all the presents on it so she hugged me and said how good it was to see me and I kinda panicked and apologised for not bringing a present. Candice said it wasn’t compulsory but she’d think of a way I could make it up to her later…”

Jenny paused to catch her breath and scratch her nose.

“I didn’t get her anything either,” said Chrissy.

“Did you apologise for not bringing anything when you arrived?”

“No, I just told her the party was cool.”

“OK anyway, so later that evening I’d had a bit to drink and everyone was dancing out by their pool. Ronnie Brown had just dive-bombed into the pool and soaked everyone nearby-”

“I remember that.”

“Uhuh,” Jenny continued, “so someone grabbed my hand and I turned around and it was Candice, she pulled me along after her into the house which was fairly empty by then and she led me upstairs… by this time I was kinda confused by what was going on and then she took me into one of the rooms, her bedroom I guess-”

“Probably,” said Chrissy softly, with a small smile.

“Shut up,” said Jenny, nudging Chrissy, “stop interrupting.”

“Sorry.”

“So Candice turns to me and says ‘I know what you can give me for a present’ and then she kissed me, like you know, properly.” Jenny sighed and stared up at the ceiling.

“Was that it? A kiss?”

“No dumbass we had sex.” Jenny rolled her eyes.

“You’re not a very good story teller,” Chrissy teased, “but OK that does sound wild.”

Chrissy lay there on her stomach observing Jenny, who was still staring at the ceiling. Chrissy watched the way Jenny’s chest rose and fell with every breath, the way her dress clung to her figure, the way she was chewing her lip.

“So what was it like?” She asked quietly.

“Huh?” Jenny said, apparently lost in thought.

“What was it like?”

“What was what like?” Jenny rolled onto her front so that the girl’s faces were an inch or so apart.

Chrissy was trying her hardest not to roll her eyes at Jenny.

“Sex.” Chrissy said. “With Candice.”

“Ohhh. It was nice.”

“‘Nice’?” echoed Chrissy.

“Yeah… girls are just… I dunno, it’s hard to describe. No don’t laugh at me.” She added, seeing Chrissy start to smile.

“I’m not laughing at you.” Chrissy reassured her. “Maybe, if you can’t describe it, you should show me…”

Jenny stared at Chrissy for a moment. Chrissy, not hearing the word ‘no’, leaned in but just as their noses bumped softly Jenny drew back.

“I’m not gay,” she said, flustered, “I didn’t mean for you to think that.”

“I’m not gay either.” Chrissy replied, “I like guys. But you liked being with Candice, right?”

Jenny nodded.

“And you’ve thought about other girls too?

The brunette nodded again.

“What about… have you ever thought about me?”

Jenny turned pink.

“So that’s a yes,” Chrissy smiled and stroked Jenny’s cheek.

“Chrissy, we’re best friends. I don’t want that to change.”

“It won’t, we’re just friends having fun. I just want to know what you and Candice did,” Chrissy licked her lips slowly as she stared into Jenny’s eyes, “so show me.”

Jenny hesitated for a moment and then she leaned in and kissed Chrissy. The kiss was awkward at first, as though Jenny still couldn’t quite believe what they were doing but after a few moments she relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of Chrissy’s soft lips against her own.

Jenny’s hand cusped Chrissy’s chin and her tongue probed Chrissy’s mouth, making the blonde moan softly. Jenny shuffled over so that she was on top of Chrissy and her hands dropped to Chrissy’s breasts, grasping them through Chrissy’s t shirt.

“Ohhh, I like that.” Chrissy murmured.

Jenny smiled.

“Yeah?” She asked.

“Uhuh.”

Jenny reached down with one hand and grabbed the hem of Chrissy’s T-shirt, pulling it up over her breasts and then bent down and sucked on one of her nipples.

“Ohhhh, yes, keep doing that.”

So Jenny did, she sucked and licked Chrissy’s nipple for what seemed like an age before switching the the other nipples, taking just as much time with the second one, she placed butterfly kisses across Chrissy’s chest as she switched between her breasts, all the while reveling in the moans coming from her best friend’s mouth.

“You’re making me so wet.” Chrissy whispered.

Jenny’s hands slid down Chrissy’s torso to her waist and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, dragging them down her legs.

“I wanna see how wet I make you.” She told Chrissy and then she shuffled down until her face was level with Chrissy’s hips.

“Nice panties,” Jenny trailed a finger up and down Chrissy’s pussy through her white cotton panties making Chrissy gasp. “Oh you are wet, you’re soaking your panties.”

She pulled Chrissy’s panties to one side, exposing her pussy to the cool air of the bedroom and then ran a finger up and down her slit, Chrissy whimpered in response.

Jenny pushed the finger into Chrissy’s folds making the blonde girl gasp and then she dragged her finger back and forth, in and out of Chrissy’s cunt, her eyes switching between Chrissy’s face and her pussy.

She sped up from the sedate pace that she’d been finger fucking Chrissy, pumping in and out of her more deliberately and making the other girl moan.

“That feels so good Jenny.” Chrissy gasped.

Jenny grinned and kept going, enjoying how turned on her best friend was getting.

Suddenly she withdrew her finger completely from Chrissy’s pussy and the blonde sighed, feeling empty.

Jenny slid off the bed and unbuttoned her dress, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor.

She climbed back onto the bed and lay back down between Chrissy’s legs. Jenny ran a finger over the blonde’s pussy making Chrissy squirm, then she slipped a finger inside her friend’s cunt again, picking up where she left off before she got undressed.

Jenny gazed up at Chrissy, watching as her face screwed up from pleasure as Jenny fingerfucked her. Chrissy was moaning with pleasure, gripping the sheets tight.

“That feels so good.” The blonde gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

So Jenny kept going, her finger thrusting in and out of Chrissy’s wet pussy. She added a second digit, making Chrissy gasp.

Ohh! Oh my God Jenny.”

Jenny was getting turned on herself, the sensory delight of the smell of Chrissy’s cunt just in front of her face, the moans coming from her best friend and the wetness of Chrissy’s pussy.

Suddenly Jenny withdrew her fingers and Chrissy groaned softly.

“Why did you stop?” She whispered, sounding out of breath.

But Jenny was just switching things up; she leant forward and gave Chrissy’s cunt a lick.

“Ohh!” Chrissy moaned.

Taking that as permission to continue Jenny placed her hands on Chrissy’s inner thighs and began to lick Chrissy’s pussy, her eyes on Chrissy’s face so that she could see the pleasure the blonde was experiencing.

“You taste fantastic,” Jenny told Chrissy, making her blush, and then she went back to massaging her folds with her tongue, savouring the taste of her juices.

Chrissy laid back and enjoyed herself, letting Jenny dictate the pace. She moaned softly as pleasure coursed through her, her cheeks flushed and her breathing became ragged as she wondered how long it would be until she came from her best friend’s attention.

“Please don’t stop”, she begged as Jenny pushed her tongue deep into her pussy and then Chrissy cried out as her orgasm broke over her, her body shook and her eyes rolled back into her head as, for the first time, she came from sex with another girl.

After a while she seemed to regain her composure, she opened her eyes and looked down at Jenny who was licking her lips and planting soft kisses on her inner thighs.

Chrissy let out a long sigh and Jenny climbed up her body until they were lying face to face, then the brunette kissed her and she tasted her own juices on Jenny’s lips, and then on her tongue as they made out.

“Mmmm” Chrissy moaned. “My turn?”

Jenny grinned down at her and nodded so Chrissy placed her hands on her best friend’s hips and rolled over so that she was on top.

The girls kissed again, making out for a while, letting their hands roam over each other’s bodies, Jenny squeezed Chrissy’s breasts and Chrissy reached around to grope the brunette’s arse.

“Hmm, nice.” Murmured Chrissy. “Can you turn over? Onto your front?”

Jenny raised her eyebrows.

“You wanna stare at my butt?”

“Yep.”

Chrissy climbed off Jenny and Jenny turned over and got on her knees with her head resting on the pillow. Chrissy crawled down the bed until she was behind Jenny, who gave her arse a wiggle. Chrissy reached out her hands and pawed at Chrissy’s buttcheeks.

“I’ve always been jealous of your butt.” She told Jenny.

“Have you been perving on my arse?” Jenny teased her friend.

“Only very occasionally.” Chrissy said, smiling. She leaned forward and put her face between Jenny’s legs and licked the brunette’s pussy, her tongue moving up and down her labia.

Jenny sighed and nodded.

“Just like that.” She murmured.

So Chrissy kept going, savouring the taste of her best friend, pleased with how Jenny enjoyed it. She licked Jenny’s pussy lips, and then thrust her tongue into her pussy, the soft moans from Jenny encouraging her, as she moved her face from side to side changing the angle of attack as her tongue slipped in and out of Jenny’s cunt.

“Fuck Chrissy, are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Jenny groaned.

“Mmm mmm” Chrissy moaned and Jenny gasped at the vibrations that ran through her body.

Realising what had happened Chrissy moaned again and Jenny swore at another wave of pleasure.

Chrissy kept this up, tongue-fucking her friend for a while until she pulled away, laughing.

“My tongue needs a rest.” She said brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her face, then she sucked two fingers before trailing them along Jenny’s pussy lips, the brunette sighing at her touch.

Chrissy pushed her fingers into Jenny’s cunt with long slow strokes, tilting her head sideways to see what she was doing.

“Is that good?” She asked.

“Yes,” murmured Jenny, “keep doing that.”

“Or I could go faster.” Chrissy mused, changing to quick, short strokes, curling her fingers slightly and finding the walls of Jenny’s pussy.

The brunette groaned and reflexively closed her legs, squirming.

“Stay still,” Chrissy laughed, and with her free hand she gripped Jenny’s hip, holding her in place.

“Shit I’m so close Chrissy. You’re gonna make me cum.” Jenny moaned.

Chrissy nodded and slipped the hand on Jenny’s hip underneath the brunette, searching for her clit, she found that hard button and rubbed it, feeling Jenny clench up.

“Fuck! Fuck Chrissy I’m… I’m cumming!”

Jenny shook as she came, her cunt clamping down on Chrissy’s fingers like a vice. It was the most beautiful sight Chrissy had ever seen.

Jenny crawled forward and collapsed panting, then she turned over onto her back taking big gulps of breath.

“Come here,” she beckoned Chrissy who moved up the bed to straddle her friend. Jenny reached up and pulled Chrissy into a kiss and then wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her down so Chrissy was laying on top of her. For a while they did nothing but make out, enjoying the feel of the other’s body. Then, eventually, after what seemed like an age, Chrissy rolled over so they were laying side by side on the bed.

“That was… wonderful” Chrissy breathed.

“Yeah it was,” Jenny smiled and then she leaned in and kissed Chrissy softly. “Maybe we should have done this for your birthday party.”

Chrissy giggled and Jenny shifted around, finding a new way to lie comfortably.

“I could still do with a nice big cock though.”

“Slut.” Chrissy said mockingly with a smile. “Jeff’s room is across the hall, feel free.”

“Har har very funny.” Jenny said sarcastically. “For the final time, I do not, do not, have a crush on your stepbrother.”

At this point Chrissy decided that it was time to tell the truth, or part of it at least.

“Jenny,” Chrissy said seriously, turning to look at her, “I know.”

“Know what?” Asked Jenny, looking confused.

“I know about you and Jeff. I saw you sucking him off months ago.”

“Oh my god.” Jenny had turned scarlet. “I… I… oh God.”

Chrissy bit her lip to stop from laughing.

“It’s OK,” she said softly, reaching out to stroke Jenny’s cheek. “I don’t mind. Seriously. In fact, let me go get him for you.”

And she jumped off the bed and grabbed her dressing gown off the handle on the back of the door.

“What?” Hissed Jenny, “No, Chrissy…”

“Back in a bit.” Chrissy said, waving at Jenny as she closed the door behind her.

*

*

What had I been doing while all this was going on? I watched Seven Samurai until the end and then went to bed. If you’re wondering why I didn’t hear either of them screaming in ecstasy or the sound of the bed springs creaking as they fucked then I don’t know what to tell you, the movie was loud, Chrissy’s bedroom isn’t above the living room it’s above the kitchen, Chrissy’s sleepovers usually include a lot of dancing so a thumping sound would be fairly normal, I’m just a generally oblivious person… Those are my excuses.

Anyway, the movie ended and I went to bed.

I was lying in bed wondering whether to jerk off, knowing full well that Chrissy would probably want to have sex after Jenny left the next morning when there was a soft knock on my door and the handle turned. I’d locked the door so whoever it was couldn’t get in but I got out of bed and went and opened the door. Chrissy was standing there in just her pale blue silk dressing gown.

“Why was the door locked?” She asked.

“Why do you think?”

“Ohhh, you were having a wank.”

“I was thinking about it.”

“Well I’ve got a better idea.” Chrissy said and she pushed past me and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Is Jenny asleep then?” I asked.

“Nope.”

I gave her a questioning look.

Chrissy patted the bed beside her.

“Come here, I want to tell you a story.”

I raised my eyebrows at her.

“Trust me,” she said, “you’ll like this one.”

I shrugged and sat beside her. She began to tell me everything the two of them had done that evening, from when they had returned from the bar. As she told me those events she put her hand in my lap and stroked my cock through my shorts. With the combination of my stepsister’s attention and the tale of how she and her best friend had licked each other’s pussys my cock was rock hard in no time.

“You didn’t tell me she tastes fantastic.” Chrissy whispered in my ear and I laughed.

“That’s not really dinner time conversation is it?” I said. “So, has she turned you into a lesbian?”

“Hardly,” Chrissy snorted and she grabbed my cock through my shorts and gave it a few strong tugs, “I love this thing too much. You have nothing to worry about.”

She kissed me on the cheek and I turned my head to kiss her mouth but she leaned back out of my reach.

“Actually,” she said, a sly smile appearing on her face,” it’s this I wanted to talk to you about.”

She squeezed my cock again.

“So,” Chrissy continued, “after me and Jenny ate each other we were lying there for a few moments, and she said that she really liked eating pussy but nothing compared to having a nice hard cock inside you. And I said I know where to find a cock…”

“Yeah there’s an app for that.”

“Or… she could just come and see you. You’ve got a nice, big, cock. I told her I know about her giving you a blowjob by the way.”

“You’re a naughty girl.”

She simply stuck her tongue out at me.

“So,” I said, “you want me to go into your bedroom and fuck your hot friend?”

“That’s right.” Chrissy grinned at me and I sighed.

“It’s a hard life.”

“Very hard.” Chrissy agreed and she squeezed my cock once more. “Come on.”

Chrissy led the way across the hall and opened her door.

“Here We are.” She said as she entered her room. Over her shoulder I could see Jenny sitting on the bed looking at her phone. Her naked body was illuminated by the glow of the phone’s screen so that I could see her soft curves, her small breasts, her brown curly hair which was messier than it had been when she arrived just after lunch. She looked up from her phone at Chrissy and then her gaze shifted to me and she gave a small yell, she dropped her phone and brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.

“Oh stop that.” Chrissy chided, moving forward to sit on the chair in the corner.

“I…” Jenny stammered, “I thought you were joking.”

“Nope.” Chrissy replied and then she turned the lamp on her bedside table on and looked round at me. “I know about you two and you know that I know and he knows that you know that I know…”

She trailed off and was muttering wordlessly to herself.

“Yes,” she said, “we all know about who knows. So if you two want to fuck I’m fine with it.”

I rolled my eyes at her and turned my attention back to Jenny who still looked a bit stunned.

“You know-” I began.

“Apparently.” Jenny interrupted, her mouth twitched and her eyes darted to Chrissy. I laughed at that and the tension in the room lessened, Jenny’s shoulders lost their tightness and she let out a deep breath that I hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

“We don’t have to have sex, if you don’t want to. But…” I continued as I climbed up onto the bed and crawled towards Jenny. I stopped just in front of her then leaned in until our faces were centimetres apart then I placed my hand gently under her chin and tilted her head so that she was looking me in the eye, she had a look that flitted between apprehension, lust, and excitement, “you do look amazing.”

I closed the gap between us until our lips were millimetres apart and paused, giving her an out. But she leaned in and kissed me.

My hand left her chin and my fingers grazed her throat, her breasts, where I paused to brush my thumb over her nipples which made her moan. My hand continued it’s journey down her toned, tanned body, down over her belly until it rested between her legs. I slipped a finger inside her folds and she moaned again. She was wet and warm, a perfect invitation. I broke our kiss and withdrew my finger from her pussy, brought it up to my mouth and sucked her juices off the digit. She was watching with a hungry look in her eye as she licked her lips. I returned my hand to between her thighs, my finger back to between her folds and kissed her once more.

Kissing Jenny was not like kissing Chrissy. Maybe it was just that Chrissy and I had been fucking for weeks so we were used to each other, she could be fairly aggressive when she wanted to. Or maybe aggressive is the wrong word, let’s just say that Chrissy knew what she wanted. Jenny on the other hand was quite timid. Yes, she’d made the first move, with a bit of prodding, but there was still a hesitancy there. Oh well, I’d best do my part to put her at ease.

“Can I eat your pussy?” I whispered. “I know you liked it when I did it before.”

She moaned softly and nodded.

“Let me just…” Jenny pulled away from me and turned around so that she was on all fours. “I like this position.”

“All right then.” I smile, happy that she was no longer blushing.

I shuffled down towards the end of the bed. As I moved I saw her glance at Chrissy, probably wondering if my stepsister was going to stay and watch her stepbrother and her best friend have sex. I looked at Chrissy too, she was sitting on the chair, legs together with her hands in her lap smiling encouragingly at Jenny.

At the end of the bed I sank to my knees on the floor. Thinking about it, it was a good thing that the carpets in Chrissy’s and my bedrooms were so soft or I’d have sore knees.

Jenny crawled backwards down the bed until my face was level with her pussy and I spent a moment examining her labia, slightly puffy, before I gently licked her slit, making her sigh.

“Have you missed this?” I asked her, licking her again.

“I have.” She whimpered, her voice full of longing.

I used my hands to spread her butt cheeks and my thumbs to gently spread her lips and then I resumed my licking, speeding up slightly to a steady pace. Jenny moaned again and again as I ate her out.

At the edge of my vision I could see Chrissy sitting on the chair, her knees clamped together and her hands clenched in her lap, clutching her dressing gown, it occurred to me that she was trying to control herself, to not start playing with herself, and that seeing Jenny and me together was a sort of torture for my stepsister.

I let go of Jenny’s arse with my right hands and reached around to play with her clit which made her groan.

“Ohh yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes, please.”

I kept going, eating her pussy with fervour, loving the taste of her, loving the way I was giving her pleasure.

She let out another long moan and sensing that she was getting close I stood up. She gasped at the sudden withdrawal of my touch.

“Why did you stop?” She asked, looking round.

“Because I want to feel you come on my cock.”

I climbed onto the bed behind her and then I looked down and swore softly.

“We need a condom.” I said.

Chrissy jumped to her feet.

“You can use one of mine.”

I watched her rummage through a drawer in her bedside table and then she handed me a condom from the box she’d bought for when we fucked in her room. Chrissy was looking from me to Jenny with an intensity that seemed to say ‘god I wish that were me’.

“Thanks.” I muttered and she winked at me before she sat back down.

I put the condom on and then ran my cock over Jenny’s labia again before holding it in one hand and pushing into her cunt.

Jenny was not a virgin so there was no need to be super gentle. I took hold of her hips and leant forwards, thrusting most of my cock into her love box. Jenny moaned and I withdrew an inch or so before pushing forwards again.

I started to work up a rhythm, thrusting back and forth into her pussy and she moaned and gasped. Jenny seemed to get more excited the faster I went so I started to pound her, thrusting in and out as fast as I could and she moaned even louder.

“Oh! Uhh yes, please, just like that, oh fuck.” She panted, “your cock feels so good inside me, please don’t stop.”

“Your pussy feels great, so wet for me, so wet for my cock.” I grunt.

“I am. I love it. Please, just a bit more.” She gasped and I worked on making sure that I was slamming all 8 inches of my length inside her.

“Oh fuck, uhh, I’m… fuck…” Jenny moaned and then she tensed and yelled as she came, her body shaking. Her arms gave way and she fell forward onto the bed, using her elbows to support herself. I could hear her long ragged breaths as she recovered from the orgasm I’d given her. Meanwhile I simply let my hard cock rest inside her pussy, waiting for her to give a sign that it was OK to continue.

“Whew,” she said eventually. “That was amazing.”

I laughed and gave her arse a small smack.

“You’re damn right it was,” I said, “fucking sexy.”

Jenny looked over her shoulder at me.

“Are you close?” She asked me.

I nodded and began to piston inside her once more, I could hear the sound of my balls slapping against her and the squelching noise of my cock as I fucked her well-lubricated cunt.

“Ugh. I want to taste you. I want to swallow your cum this time.” Jenny said.

I pulled out of her and she sighed. I ripped the condom of my shaft then shuffled around so that I was in front of her and guided my erection into her waiting mouth. Jenny bobbed her head up and down my cock and then she pulled back so that my whole cock left her mouth before she licked the tip several times and took me back into her mouth. Slowly she took my cock further and further into her mouth, into her throat until all of my erection had disappeared. I heard a small gasp from the corner and looked round to see Chrissy Watching intently, one hand covering her mouth.

Knowing we had an audience I placed my hands at the back of Jenny’s head and took charge.

I gently tugged on her hair to make her pull back and then I thrust my cock into her throat making her gag. I withdrew an inch or so and then thrust forward again, and then repeated the action again. I gently but firmly fucked Jenny’s mouth for a minute and she took it like a champ, breaking eye contact only once. I could see the desire in her eyes and finally I reached that sweet release, I groaned and my balls tightened as I came down her throat. She gagged again but managed to stop my load from escaping her mouth and then, when I had withdrawn my cock completely from her mouth she swallowed and opened her mouth to show me that it was all gone.

“Fucking fantastic.” I said, and fell back onto the pillows.

Jenny crawled up the bed to join me and we lay there for a few moments, catching our breath.

“There, now we’ve all fucked each other.” Chrissy said. I’d been half dozing before she spoke but as soon as I heard what she said I was wide awake.

It took Jenny a few moments to process what Chrissy had said.

“wait, all… you two…”

She shuffled away from me to the middle of the bed and then turned so that she was kneeling with both Chrissy and I in her line of sight. One hand was covering her mouth and she looked shocked. Her gaze kept flitting between us.

“I guess it’s a good sign that you haven’t screamed or called us disgusting and ran out of here?” Chrissy asked.

Jenny didn’t speak for a while, she simply looked at us. I did not think it a good idea to break the silence and Chrissy clearly felt the same way as when I glanced at her she was staring at Jenny as though she were trying to see inside Jenny’s mind.

I looked back at Jenny and wondered what she was thinking. It was a minute or so before she spoke.

“I mean you’re not biologically related…” She bit one of her fingers while looking between us. “it’s kinda hot to think about.”

“Kinky slut.” Chrissy said, smiling.

“Incestuous slut.” Jenny shot back.

Chrissy joined us on the bed and kissed me.

“I can taste her on your lips.” She whispered and she gently licked my lips. Her hand found my cock and she began to touch me, grazing my shaft with a finger and then grasping my cock and stroking it.

Chrissy shuffled back a bit then bent down and took my cock in her mouth, trying to get me hard again. Her tongue licked at my shaft and I could feel my cock stiffening again.

Chrissy glanced up at where Jenny was kneeling.

“Wanna share?” My stepsister asked her best friend.

Jenny crawled towards us and knelt on my left side, she lowered her head and took my erection in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, after a minute she let my cock fall out of her mouth and my stepsister took over, grabbing the base of my dick and jerking me off then licking the tip of my cock.

I was in heaven. To have 2 sexy girls giving me a blowjob, it was amazing.

“Why don’t you get on top?” Chrissy asked, “I’d love to watch you ride him.”

Jenny grinned.

“OK.”

Jenny climbed on top of me and rode my cock, her hips rocking backwards and forwards as she steadied herself by pulling her hands on my chest. She started to bounce up and down on my dick, I could see my cock coated in the juices and her’s and Chrissy’s saliva. Chrissy moved and sat behind Jenny, her hands wandering her friend’s body, squeezing her tits.

“You like that?” She asked the brunette, “you like riding my stepbrother’s cock?”

“Uhuh, Jenny replied, “I love it.”

I let my eyes wander over her body, then to Chrissy’s face, my stepsister was staring at me and when our eyes met she grinned.

Jenny moaned and moaned as she fucked me, her breath sounding increasingly ragged as she tired and as she neared an orgasm, she had to keep brushing her curly hair out of her face, finally her arms gave way and she fell on top of me.

“Damn,” she muttered, “I’m close but I’m also worn out.”

“Let me help.” I offered.

I wrapped my arms around her to hold her to me then I thrust up with my cock.

“Shit,” she groaned as I fucked her.

I increased my pace, focusing only on making her cum.

It didn’t take long, in no time at all she let out a long moan and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock as she came, then she sighed and rested her head on my shoulders.

She lay there for a minute or so recovering until she lifted her head to look at me.

“Can I watch you two fuck? Please?”

I looked at Chrissy who was biting her lip again, she gave a small nod so I lifted Jenny off of me and grabbed one of Chrissy’s ankles, pulling her towards me. She gasped at how quickly I moved and then giggled as I pulled her beneath me. I ran my hands through her hair, savouring the lust-filled look on her face, and I leaned in and kissed her gently. Chrissy wrapped her arms around my neck and caressed my lips with her tongue. I opened my mouth and we made out, lost in each other.

A whispered “fuck that’s hot” from my left reminded me that we were not alone on the bed. I turned my head and looked at Jenny who was lying on her side, one hand between her thighs, the other squeezing her tits. Chrissy made an appreciative noise.

“Just beautiful.” I muttered, causing Jenny to blush.

I turned back to Chrissy and kissed her again, more urgently this time. My hands sought the belt of her dressing gown and undid it, pulling the pale blue robe off her. Then my hands found her breasts and I squeezed them and playfully pinched and pulled her nipples, feeling her nipples grow hard, she moaned appreciatively.

“I love how horny I make you.” I told her as I slid a hand down between her legs to feel the wetness of her pussy. “I love how wet you are.”

I played with her pussy, running my fingers over her lips, teasing her and making her squirm as she tried to entice me to slip my fingers inside her.

“You want me to finger fuck you?” I asked

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Hmm, I’d rather stick my cock in you.” I told her, making her moan. I grabbed my cock and ran it over her pussy lips before thrusting inside her.

I wasn’t going to last long, having already fucked Jenny, but I didn’t care, all I cared about was fucking my stepsister.

I pistoned inside her, groaning and swearing at how good her pussy felt around my cock.

“Shit. Fuck Chrissy you feel so good. I love fucking you.”

She moaned.

“Jeff I’m close, you fuck me so good.”

“I’m close too… Shit we should have used a condom.”

“It’s OK, I’m on the pill. Cum inside me please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I want you to cum inside me. Cum inside your stepsister’s pussy.”

I groaned as my orgasm overwhelmed me and I shot ropes of cum inside her. I was briefly aware of Chrissy reaching ecstasy too, she was swearing and moaning and I felt her pussy contract around my cock.

I panted as I waited for the stars which had appeared before my eyes to clear and when they did I saw the most beautiful sight, my stepsister laying underneath me, her skin shining, her mouth open, breathing hard as she came down from her orgasm, her blonde hair messy all over her face as her petite body shuddered.

I felt Jenny’s hand on my shoulder.

“May I?” She asked, her eyes filled with lust.

I didn’t really know what she was asking but, too tired to ask, I pulled out of Chrissy and I moved to the side. Jenny dove between my stepsister’s legs and began to lap at her cunt, at my cum which was dripping out of it.

“Oh fuck!” Chrissy moaned as her friend ate her out, licking up my seed which I’d shot inside Chrissy’s pussy.

“If you keep doing that to me, I’m gonna cum again.” She moaned.

“Greedy girl.” Jenny playfully admonished her. But she didn’t stop, she just kept licking Chrissy’s pussy as my stepsister started panting.

Nobody spoke for a minute while Jenny went down on Chrissy, the only sounds were Chrissy whimpering and moaning as her sensitive cunt was licked, and Jenny’s appreciative noises as she enjoyed how

Chrissy tasted.

“I’m so close!” Chrissy groaned. She grabbed hold of Jenny’s hair and pushed the brunette ‘s face further into her crotch, grinding on her face until she cried out and came once more.

“Fuck! Fuck just like that!” She yelled as Jenny thrust her tongue inside Chrissy’s pussy and licked up the juices that were dripping from her cunt.

Chrissy leant up to watch her friend and then fell back down onto the bed as her legs trembled as her body shook with her orgasm.

Jenny lifted her head to grin at Chrissy but the blonde wasn’t looking, she was laying there staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath, so Jenny turned her head to look at me, I could see Chrissy’s juices glistening in her lips and she slowly, sensuously licked her lips.

“Fuck that’s hot.” I said. I crawled over to her and pulled her close to me, kissing her fiercely, tasting my sister’s cum in Jenny’s lips.

Jenny found my cock with her hand and grasped it.

“You’re hard again.” She noted.

“Watching you eat Chrissy out will do that to me.” I smiled.

“Does that mean you can go again?”

“Want to find out?”

Jenny turned and looked at Chrissy, her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling rhythmically.

“Looks like she’s asleep.” She said, turning back to me.

I nodded.

“We’d best not disturb her.”

I got off the bed and Jenny followed me.

“So…” she began but I cut her off with a kiss and grabbed her arse.

She moaned into my mouth and I lifted her up. She gasped in surprise but got the hint, wrapping her legs around me.

I felt for my cock and guided it into her slick pussy, letting her sink into it with a quiet moan. Then I turned and walked towards the wall.

“I know you don’t weigh much but this position gets tiring real quick.” I said by way of an explanation.

“What is this, sex with Director’s commentary?”

I laughed at her and pushed her gently against the wall, the weight on my arms lessening ever so slightly.

I began to thrust inside her, kissing her passionately as I did so, I felt her arms slip slightly around my neck and then she dug her nails into my back, I hissed slightly but I was more concerned with the ache in my legs as I held her up so I sped up, pistoning into her cunt. Jenny moaned at the increased speed.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Faster, pound me faster Jeff, pound my pussy.”

I really went to town on her cunt and she gave a loud moan. I moved my right knee so it touched the wall, supporting Jenny’s weight with my thigh, and covered her mouth with my right hand. She nodded to show she was OK with this, accepting that she had to be quiet.

We stayed like this, me fucking her as hard and as fast as I could, and her whimpering and moaning with pleasure until I saw her eyes roll back into her head and felt her pussy clamp down on my cock. Her face started to turn red so I quickly took my hand away from her mouth and she gasped great breaths of air as she came.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

I kept thrusting inside while she rode her orgasm, knowing that my own was close. I could feel a tingling at the base of my cock and I was seconds away.

I groaned and Jenny understood what was happening, she pushed on my chest and shook her head at me, apparently too tired to speak, but I got the message anyway and let her down, my cock slipping from her cunt. She fell to her knees and immediately took my erection in her mouth, applying a vice-like pressure with her lips as she sucked me off.

“Shit!” I groaned, and that was all the warming she got as I filled her mouth with my seed once more.

Again I saw stars as I came and my knees buckled, I sank down to the floor and looked at Jenny.

She grinned at me.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” She said.

“Uhuh. Yeah. I’ll just sleep here.”

She laughed and gave me a playful push.

“Come on, get off me and let’s get into bed.”

With a great effort i got to my feet and staggered the 5 steps to the bed then collapsed onto it, Jenny followed me and climbed up next to me.

I gently pushed Chrissy over so that there was enough space for all three of us, I was a bit worried about waking her up but my stepsister seemed dead to the world. I lay down beside her and felt Jenny cuddle up to me, resting her head on my shoulder, her arm on my chest.

She yawned and fidgeted into a more comfortable position.

“Night Jenny.” I whispered.

“Night.” Came a muffled, sleepy response.

*

*

When I woke the next morning it took a moment for me to remember where I was, the odd layout of Chrissy’s room confused me for a second or two before the previous evening’s activities came back to me. There was a body draped across mine- looking down I saw a mass of curly brown hair. Jenny’s tanned skin was warm to the touch as I ran a finger up and down her spine. Hopefully she’d stop being nervous around me now. Not only did I think she was hot, but now I was beginning to see that she was great to be around. Sure, this was only based on sex, but it was really, really good sex.

I shifted slightly, my left shoulder ached a bit from having Jenny lay on it all night. As I moved the brunette stirred.

“Sorry,” I whispered, “didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Jeff?” She asked, then, apparently remembering where she was and who I was, she looked up at me with bleary eyes.

“So… last night was fun.” I said.

Jenny smiled.

“Yeah it was. I never thought I’d do anything like that.”

“Me neither. You were amazing.”

She grinned at me.

“You weren’t too bad yourself… What time is it?”

“Dunno, can’t see a clock.” I replied. Jenny sat up and I copied her, groaning softly. Jenny gave me a questioning look.

“Sore shoulder.” I said.

“Oh, sorry.”

I shook my head to indicate it didn’t matter and she rolled and looked at her phone on the bedside table.

“6am” she said and then looked around at Chrissy who was still sleeping. “I don’t think she’s going to wake up any time soon.”

Probably not.” I agreed.

“But I hope you’re not banking on a repeat of last night,” Jenny warned me, “I’m all worn out. And quite a bit sore.”

I laughed at that and laid back down on the bed, after a moment Jenny clambered over me and lay down next to me, her head on my right shoulder.

After a few moments silence Jenny looked up at me.

“You have a great cock,” she said, “did I tell you that?”

“Yes you did.”

“Good.” She laid her head back down on my chest.

“Comfortable?” I asked.

“Very. Who knew all it would take for me to be comfortable around you was a nice long fuck.”

I laughed at that and stroked her hair.

*

*

We must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing I remembered was being poked in the side.

“Ow. Stop that.”

I opened my eyes and glared at my stepsister why was leaning over Jenny.

“It’s a good thing you’re so cute, because you can be very annoying sometimes.”

She just grinned at me.

“It’s 8am! Time to wake up!” She said

“I’ll have you know that both Jenny and I were awake at 6am.”

“That’s right.” Came a muffled agreement from Jenny, her face still buried in my chest.

“Oh really?” Asked Chrissy with a sly smile.

“Not for that.” I said

“I could feel Chrissy’s hand on my stomach moving down towards my cock, which I realised was rock hard. Her fingers curled around my shaft and grasped it.

“Oh no,” she said with mock surprise, “someone needs some release.”

Chrissy climbed off the bed on her side and walked round to the bottom of the bed and climbed on again until she was level with my dick, then she took my erection in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down.

I groaned.

Jenny turned her head so that she could watch my stepsister giving me a blowjob.

“Want to share again?” Chrissy asked and I felt Jenny lift off me. She turned around so that her head was by my waist and her feet were by my head. I reached out a hand and traced the lips of her pussy with 1 finger. Jenny took my cock in her mouth and moaned at the attention I was paying her pussy, Chrissy started to lick my balls and the bottom of my shaft.

The girls worked in tandem, swapping occasionally and making out when neither of them had my cock in their mouth.

The minutes passed and I could tell I was getting close to coming, the pressure in my shaft was building.

I gave a particularly loud groan as Jenny took all of my shaft in her mouth, I could feel her lips squeezing my cock.

“I think he’s close.” Chrissy giggled. “I want to swallow his cum, I didn’t get to do that last night.”

That must have been OK with Jenny because I felt her lips leave my cock.

Chrissy’s lips replaced them and she sucked my cock enthusiastically. I put my hands in her hair, guiding her up and down my erection. And then I was there.

“Fuck, Chrissy. I’m cumming.”

My semen flooded her mouth and she swallowed all of it.

After my orgasm subsided she came up for air and Jenny licked my still semi-hard cock, cleaning me up. When she was finished they both returned to the top of the bed, Jenny on my left, Chrissy on my right, and we cuddled. I was feeling content and both girls had satisfied smiles on their faces.

“I could get used to waking up like that.” I said and both girls laughed. We lay there and I traced lines down each girl’s back. Chrissy was running her hand over my chest, occasionally reaching out to stroke Jenny’s cheek or throat.

“We should get up.” I suggested and Chrissy groaned.

“Why would we do that?” She asked. “You’re so comfortable.”

“We could get in the shower and I could thank you both for such a great blowjob.” I replied.

Chrissy looked up at me and smiled.

“OK that does sound good. Jenny?”

“Sounds great to me. Jeff was playing with my pussy that whole time but I haven’t come yet.”

“Sorry.” I apologised but the brunette just smiled up at me.

“You can make it up to me.”

We got up, went into Chrissy’s en-suite bathroom and made a beeline past the white tiled wall to the chrome shower cubical in the corner. Chrissy flung the door open and we all stepped inside. It was a tight fit. Chrissy was standing with her back to the wall on the far side with Jenny facing her, the girls were pressed together, their faces almost touching. Jenny’s right leg was between both of Chrissy’s and their bodies touch at their hips, and their breasts. I pulled the cubical shut behind me. I was standing behind Jenny, facing Chrissy. I was so close to her that my head rested on her shoulder, she wiggled her butt and it brushed against my cock.

Jenny’s attention was more focused on Chrissy. She pulled my stepsister in for a kiss and the girls made out. They moaned softly as their tongues converged.

Chrissy stretched her arm out and reached along the side wall, finding the controls for the shower and turning it on. Hot water from the ceiling soaked our skin.

I put my hand between the two girls’ waists and found Jenny’s pussy, massaging it gently. She moaned into Chrissy’s mouth and Chrissy grabbed hold of Jenny’s breasts, squeezing them together.

“You two…” Jenny gasped.

My hand sped up, I wasn’t so much massaging her pussy now as rubbing it. I just wanted to get this girl to come for me as quickly as possible, to make her orgasm because of me.

Jenny was panting. I looked past her to see Chrissy staring at her best friend’s face, her own face filled with lust.

“I’m so close.” Jenny whispered.

I kissed her neck, and licked her. I pressed my lips to her skin and sucked and she cried out and shook as she came.

“Fuck!” She shouted as her orgasm washed over her, her knees buckling slightly. I put my free hand on her side to steady her and felt one of Chrissy’s hands there too, supporting her.

Chrissy leaned in and kissed the side of Jenny’s throat that was free and we waited for her to come down. I planted soft kisses on her neck and along her collarbone and her shoulders and gradually her breathing returned to normal.

Jenny sighed.

“I think you two have ruined me for all others.”

Chrissy chuckled.

The two girls swapped so that Jenny had her back to the wall and Chrissy was between us. They resumed their make-out session, their hands exploring each other’s bodies.

I kissed my stepsister’s neck and let my hands move down her sides, past her hips to settle on her arse. I squeezed her arse cheeks and she sighed.

“Ohh. My clit.” Chrissy mumbled. I could guess what Jenny was doing.

I slipped one of my hands between her arse cheeks and played with her pussy lips.

“Are you going to cum for both of us?” I whispered in her ear.

“Uhuh.” She panted.

We hadn’t been at it for very long but Chrissy was so horny from earlier that when I pushed a finger inside her cunt she let out a cry and her pussy contracted as she came.

*

*

“I’ve been thinking.” Chrissy said.

We were all sitting on the sofa drinking coffee and eating cereal. I was in gym shorts and a tank top, Jenny was wearing black shorts and a white T-shirt, and Chrissy was wearing navy blue shorts and a pink top. Jenny and I were sitting either side of Chrissy and we both turned our heads to look at her.

“I’m going off to uni next month, right? But Jenny’s staying here and going to UEA. So I think you two should date.” Chrissy went on. “Even a blind person could see you like each other and when I’m home for the holidays we could all go round to your house, Jenny, for a sleepover and me and Jeff could have some time together.”

“Wait,” I cut in, “why would it be safer for us to fuck round at Jenny’s house?”

“Because they have a massive pool house and we could all sleep there.”

“It’s a small pool house.” Jenny put in.

“Whatever.” Chrissy replied. “The point is that we’d have privacy.”

I was impressed by Chrissy’s idea, the idea that we’d have somewhere to go where we weren’t worrying constantly that our parents would walk in on us was attractive, as was Jenny. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want to spend more time with her, preferably with us both naked.

We sat in silence for a minute or so, milling the suggestion over, then Jenny spoke up, hesitantly.

“I mean… I think… I mean, if Jeff’s OK with this…”

She sounded as though she really wanted to but also didn’t want to sound so let down if I said no.

So I guessed it was up to me.

I stood up, and moved so that I was in front of Jenny and then pulled her to her feet. We looked into each other’s eyes, her eyes flicking between mine, wondering what I was going to say.

“You know I love my sister, right?”

Jenny nodded.

“Good. And I don’t want you two fighting over me.”

Chrissy snorted and Jenny grinned at me.

“We’ll do our best not to.” She said.

“Cool… wanna go on a date with me?” I asked, smiling down at Jenny. She laughed.

“I’d like that.”

We kissed and Chrissy made an “aww” sound next to us. Jenny and I broke off our kiss and looked at her.

“Come here you.” I said and I reached out and pulled her to me, I kissed her and she kissed me back, her arms around my neck. Then I felt her head being pulled away as Jenny leaned in and kissed my stepsister, their lips parting so they could make out. We stood like that, kissing each other.

Eventually we came up for air.

Jenny sighed.

“I’ve really got to go,” she said dispiritedly, pointing at the clock which showed 10am.

“OK.” I said as we walked to the door. “I’ll text you later.”

She gave me one of her radiant smiles and then hugged me before turning to hug Chrissy.

“And I’ll text you later too.” Chrissy said as Jenny opened the door.

At the end of the driveway she turned and gave a wave and we waved back, and then she headed off down the street.

I closed the door and looked at my stepsister.

She took a step towards me and hugged me, our arms wrapped around each other. I could feel her hands traveling down my torso to below my waist.

“I guess we’ll just have to find something to occupy ourselves until lunchtime.” Chrissy said, rubbing my cock through my shorts.

“My bedroom or yours?”

THE END