by Jamie Knight
“But I don’t think that’s a legal word in Scrabble,” she said, putting the letters back.
“Oh, no. It’s a good word,” I assured her. “As in Johnny cum lately. Different context, different meaning than what you’re thinking.”
“I’ve been thinking about that word a lot recently. How about you?”
She was getting more direct. It was a risky game we were playing. Her dad was not far in the next room, although I was pretty sure he couldn’t hear us.
Mom had left and was in the laundry room, but the washing machine could abruptly stop, making it quieter. She could walk back in here. Maybe it was the risk that excited her.
“You think about words a lot in Scrabble,” I replied neutrally.
I held up the only word I could make, “Gag.” She looked around to make sure no one was watching and then put her two fingers in her mouth. Making a gagging sound, she mimed fellatio with her fingers. Jesus, I was getting aroused. What the fuck were we doing here?
The washing machine went off and mom walked back into the room to get something. The game resumed as normal for a few minutes. We went back and forth with a few words. Finally, I won the game with a long word, “Leggings”. Tracianne had be crushed, but to be fair--- She was continuing mom’s game.
“Not a true contest,” I noted. “We should play another.”
“Nah, I started out close enough,” she sighed. “You were…on top of me the entire time. I’d like to play another game where you were…crushing me again. How about we play poker tonight.”
“Two handed poker? That doesn’t sound like much fun.”
“Strip poker,” she whispered. “As soon as the folks go to sleep. In the basement.”
Her dad came into the kitchen to get a drink from the fridge. She took the opportunity to get up and leave. Guess I’d have to wonder if this was some kind of set up. I mean, Christ, this chick goes to hating me and now flirting hardcore. I would’ve like to chased her down and find out if she really wanted to meet in the basement, but I had such a boner. I had to sit there and clean up the game until it went down.
“Hey, Phil,” Richard noted. “How’d the game go? Did you win?”
“Yep,” I replied. “I won a lot.”
“Good deal.”
He walked out of the room and I couldn’t help but wonder what he would say if he heard half the things his daughter was implying. His reaction toward me being with his daughter naked--- That could get pretty ugly.
And Tracianne could be some kind of psycho. Did she hate me so much that she’d wind me up, put me in a compromising position and then rat me out to her dad just to score “parent points” or something? She was acting crazy.
Then again, hormones make you do some pretty fucked up things. Who was I to judge? I was turned on by my stepsister.
Chapter Twelve - Tracianne
At midnight, I stripped down, put on a bathrobe and snuck out of my room. I was completely naked underneath. I didn’t really want to play strip poker. No doubt Phil would get the message, right? I mean, I was about as subtle as a brick at this point.
When I got to the basement, Phil was sitting there in a bathrobe also--- Presumably, buck naked underneath. He had a deck of cards and was shuffling. The finished basement had a carpet, a couch, an old flat screen TV and a bar.
“So,” he greeted. “You ready to play?”
I unhooked the robe and let it fall to the floor. Standing before him, I was completely nude. I ached for his touch on my supple, pert young breasts.
“Yes,” I replied. “Play with me.”
Tossing the cards aside, he stood as he unhooked his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was already erect and ready. Reaching for me, he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me in. Our tongues explored each other mouths and our hands explored each other’s bodies.
I soon realized that Phil was a lot taller than me. His shoulders were broad and his chest was pretty hard. His strong arms held me and I became aroused. Blood was coursing through my body and every cell felt more alive than it had ever been.
“Mmmm, Phil,” I whispered. “Do whatever you want to me. Fuck me though. Fuck me good.”
This seemed to urge Phil on and I could hear him satisfyingly grunt as he picked me up and sat me on the bar. He lifted up both my knees and then buried his face into my dripping snatch. I steadied myself on the back bar as he licked my pussy lips. It was glorious!
“You like this word, baby?” he asked between slurps. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Oh, lick me, Phil!” I moaned. “Lick me so good!”
I was erupting like a broken faucet. Looking down, I squirted into Phil’s face. My hot pussy juice covered him and he didn’t stop slurping my womanhood for a moment.
I could feel his rough, manly face on my clit and it set me off again and again. I kept gasping in little orgasms, as if squealing and gasping for air at the same time. Quiet was the goal, however, I didn’t want to scream for fear of our parents hearing us through the vents.
Phil pulled back and then started tonguing my clit while plunging his fingers in and out of me. I came. A gusher of water shot out of me and all over the bar and Phil’s face. I couldn’t believe I had done it or that there was any more liquid left. It just seemed to be an endless font. I bit my lower lip and then moaned.
Unable to stand it anymore, Phil stood up and stuck his cock at my door. It was so hot, so warm--- I came again as he started fucking me. I could barely hold onto the bar, but Phil held me by the ankles as he railed me senseless. The bar squeaked back and forth and I could feel it coming loose from whatever foundation it had been put on when it was built.
“Wait,” I said. “Don’t cum yet. Couch.”
He grunted, realizing we were about to destroy the bar. Hefting me onto his cock, he carried me to the couch while going balls deep inside me. The eyes rolled back into my head and I was just dead weight. But somehow, Phil managed to get me there. Then he pulled out and turned me over.
“Bend over,” he instructed.
I was already doing so. He entered me from behind and I nearly squealed so loud, I had to bury my face in the couch to stifle the noise. Phil now grabbed the back of my hair as he pounded my pussy from behind again and again. I lost all control. My body was spasming with orgasms and it felt like my legs--- My whole body, was turning into the rubber. The feeling was incredible and I never wanted it to end.
Finally, he started grunting and I could tell that he too was trying not to make too much noise. A torrent of cum started ejaculating deep into my pussy. The sensation set me off again and again. I just shook and shuddered with my face in the cushion, squealing for joy. Phil held my wrists behind my back and plunged as deep as he could go, grunting like a strong, in charge man. Like my man.
I needed this. I wanted this. This was everything. All I wanted to do now was devote my life to fucking Phil or rather, letting him ravage me whenever he wanted. I would beg for it, daily. It would sustain me beyond anything else. It was my addiction and his dick was my crack.
He pulled out and staggered back. I rolled over and flopped down onto the couch. I feel his hot cum dripping out of my hole, but I didn’t care. He sat down next to me on the couch, panting. His rock hard cock was glistening with my juice and started to go down.
We couldn’t have that now, could we?
Dropping to my knees, I started licking the tip of his penis. He started moaning, helpless, unable to relist the allure of my sweet, soft tongue. I danced it around the head and went up and down his shaft. I could taste my own juices mixed with his load, which still dripped out in little driblets from the tip.
Then I deep throated his whole meat rod. This was something I was never experienced with or wont to do but--- I had to have him inside me more and more. My head bobbled up and down on his manhammer and I gagged a bit, but relaxed my gag reflex and continued.
“Oh, Christ, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum a
gain!”
He did. He blasted a huge, hot, white load of semen into my mouth. Slurping it up, I let it fill my mouth, then opened it to show him. I eagerly swallowed the delicious gooey mess, licking my lips afterwards, as some of the spunk dribbled down my face and breast.
Who was I now? Who had I become? My sexual awakening had unleashed some kind of beast. I couldn’t get enough.
For the next three hours, we continued our sexual escapades. Again, he would plunge his cock inside me and I would spread my legs for him as far as I could. The feeling of his hot meat missile stretching my walls was too amazing not to experience. Everything I had tried up until this point didn’t compare. I wanted it again and again.
We both kept cumming and we were both amazed at how often we could do it. I suppose it was because we were young, but it felt like we both had a lot of pent up sexual frustration. We both just needed to explode and our bodies must’ve been storing up this orgasms just waiting for the right moment to release them all.
On the fourth time, we took it to the next level. He had started to push in from behind on my ass, then realized what he was doing and backed off.
“No,” I said. “Fuck me there too.”
I had never even thought about anal, but I wanted Phil to do it. He pushed in and I heard him strain from the effort. I put my face down in the couch and screamed in utter joy. This new sensation was amazing.
At some point, he pulled me up and on top of him, so he could stimulate my clit with his fingers. Another gusher in me erupted and soaked the couch cushions. I didn’t know how we were going to clean this up and at that moment, I didn’t care. He eventually shot a blast of his man seed up my ass and that too, was incredible.
After a brief respite, we topped things off giving each other oral sex simultaneously. By this time, we were both so covered in each other’s bodily fluids, it didn’t matter. I just wanted to cum and make him cum again and vice versa. We did so and I let his warm, sticky spray cover my face. Then I used my fingers to push it into my mouth and licked his cock and balls clean.
Phil rolled off of me, utterly spent. Neither one of us could move for several minutes. We just laid there, wondering what we had done.
“Okay,” I finally said, after a long, long pause. “This has to be a one off thing right. I mean, we needed this. To release the tension.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Tension released. We don’t talk about this.”
“Agreed.”
We grabbed our robes and headed back to our rooms. At someone point, I would have to come back into the basement and clean up or Phil would. Fortunately, our parents rarely went down there.
I have to admit, the set was amazing. Despite the fact it was with my stepbrother, I didn’t feel any guilt and I didn’t feel strange about it all. It felt right.
Chapter Thirteen - Phil
When I got back to my room, I closed and locked the door. It was amazing we weren’t caught. I really had lost it down there. We had had no sense of the noise we were making.
I looked down at my cock and thought of how it had felt as she was riding on it. Our juices still smelled so good mixed together on it. But then I realized that, God, the basement must reek of musk right now. I would have to get down there with some Febreeze or something and clean up.
Then I thought, I had to do it now. There had to be no evidence. Sneaking back into the hall and closing my robe, I snuck out and back downstairs. I got some wipes and went down into the basement.
Turning on the lights, I was appalled. It looked like someone had shot a porno movie down there. I found some Febreeze and sprayed it around to cover up the smell of sex. The bar was a mess and I wiped it down. I picked up some of the glasses and bottles that had gotten knocked over.
There wasn’t much to do about the cushions. I couldn’t really see any stains, but it was still kind of dark in the basement. My instinct was to flip them over but that would probably mean they would never drive. I gave them a spray and a quick wipe and hoped for the best.
I put the cards away. It would only be more evidence if Richard came down here to figure things out. Worst case scenario if he found me here now, he’d probably just assume I was jerking off down here for some reason.
Jesus, what have I done? I fucked my stepsister. I fucked her a lot. And the anal. That was a surprise. I had never done before. She was a freak and a half!
I guessed I could never tell this story. Or I could tell the story, but I’d have to make it about someone else. I got out my phone and I thought about texting Mickey. But then I realized, the first question he would have would be “Who?”
I couldn’t tell him and making up a girl? That wouldn’t sell. My best bet was to let this settle and then tell the story next year. With the distance, it would make more sense. I could say it was some girl from high school. Bonnie Mackland. She moved back to Colorado and Mickey would never meet her.
I can’t believe it. It was like a porno movie. Banging your stepsister. Shit. What did that make me? I used to look at that and think people were freaks for just making that movie. Now, I better shut my stupid mouth.
Was this illegal? No, I guess not. We were both adults and not blood relatives. We hadn’t grown up together and we hadn’t even known each other until we were adults and our parents were getting married. While it would be insanely awkward to explain, no one was going to throw us in jail for it.
Then again, what if she told her dad tomorrow. Holy fuck! Was that what this was all about? Maybe she’s crazy. What am I saying? She is crazy! She kissed me in the car and it was her idea to come down here. Holy shit, did she set me up for something?
Richard would throw me out of the house, without question. I certainly wouldn’t be allowed in the house when Tracianne was here. Oh, my God! How could I have been so stupid?! She wanted me to fall for this so she could get the house to herself!
No, this is worse. She wants to split up mom and Richard. Not sure how I feel about that one. Not a huge Richard fan, but is that really any of my business at this point?
There’s no way mom goes back with dad, so all I’d be doing is help splitting mom up from someone she apparently loves. I don’t think that would make me feel good. Maybe Tracianne doesn’t realize the implications of what that might do to her father, either.
“Cameras!” I suddenly said aloud.
Did she have some hidden down here ahead of time? I had to check. Going through a book shelf that would’ve been the best spot to place it, I found nothing. Checking the entire basement up and down, I saw no cameras. If they were here, they were too small to spot. In the end, I was pretty sure I was just being paranoid.
If she accused me, I could just deny it. But they never believe the guy. It doesn’t even matter. Once you’re smeared with that charge, you’re screwed. Yeah, maybe eventually you get off and don’t do any time, but the stink of just the accusation stays with you a long time if not forever. Couldn’t allow that to happen.
Shit, maybe I’m just being paranoid here. I mean, she did seem pretty into it. Hell, she wouldn’t even have to have sex with me to sell. She could’ve just started screaming the moment she found me in a bathrobe down here.
I half expected her to come down her in clothes and look shocked when she saw me. And honestly, I didn’t expect to get laid. I really didn’t. Most likely, I expected her to come down in clothes, see what I was wearing and then call the hole thing off. If anyone asked about the robe, I’d say that I was off to bed.
But when she came down here in the robe too, I knew she was serious. I knew I was in trouble, but I didn’t care. Her body is so hot. God, I could fuck her all night!
Imagine if it was just us stuck in the house together. Richard and Mom end up going to their vacation house or something. It would be a non-stop fuckfest, no question. She acts so high and mighty with her “one-off”. Who is she trying to kid?
You don’t fuck like that once. No way. You’d have to be some kind of sex maniac with a million othe
r offers waiting to do that. She talks a big game, but she’s into me. Yeah, that’s why she’s been acting so crazy.
I let out a sigh of relief. Nothing but ol’ Phil, talking himself into circles again. Why do I always picture of the worse when something this cool happens to me?
If school starts again, it would be easy. She could just come up to my college and we could spend the weekend in the dorm. I never showed anyone a picture of my stepsister. We could just pretend she’s an old girlfriend from my high school. No one would be the wiser. We could go out, have some fun and then come back and have some fun.
For a few moments, I just sat there thinking about all the sex I just had. Amazingly, I started getting hard again. Just thinking about her made me so horny. I willed myself to stop thinking about her so that I could get on with my day.
I had to get back upstairs before anyone noticed me down here. Turning off the lights, I immediately went back to the first floor and put the cleaning products away. I got a drink of water, if anyone heard me and came down, they’d assume I was just making noises doing that.
When no one showed, I snuck back upstairs to my room. Seemed like I was okay.
Thinking about it again, I started to get hard. My God, it never ends. I was as horny as some kind of animal. Even now, with minimum rest, I wanted to bring her back down her and start all over again. Jesus, is this what drives us? I never thought it would be like this.
Maybe I’m broken. Maybe Tracianne and I are both broken. So lonely and pathetic that we have to have sex with the nearest person available. Could it be that the lockdown for the virus triggered all this?
I went back into my room and laid back down. My head was full of thoughts--- Her dad’s reaction, my mother’s reaction--- There was no way they would be cool with it. I should stick to the plan and forget about it. We should never do this again.
But I knew I was telling myself a lie. I had to have her. I would have her. Again and again. Nothing else really matter to me now.