Lock Step: An Enemies to Lovers Accidental Roommates Stepbrother Romance

by Jamie Knight

  Shit. She couldn’t get enough of me. Maybe was in love with me! Maybe I was in love with her.

  Oh, fuck. Her father would definitely to stomp me to death if he ever found out. Right now, though, I couldn’t give a shit. Her tongue was moving everywhere on my scrotum. She was so good at this and made everything feel so amazing.

  Oh, my God, she just kept sucking on me, with her lips wrapped around my big cock, looking up at me with her pretty eyes while she was doing such dirty, naughty things to me. She was making me harder than ever before.

  It took every ounce of my strength not to shoot a load of my cum across her forehead and across the room. But I held back, wanting to cum in her sweet pussy again. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I got up, threw off my clothes and put her down on the couch.

  “I need to be in your pussy again, little step sis,” I told her. “My cock’s been aching to get inside you, to fill you up with its cum again.”

  “Oh, God, I’ve been waiting for this too,” she cooed. “I want it so bad. Give it to me good, Phil. Fuck me like you did before, please?”

  Shit, I almost came right there. I had her ankles in the air and I slowly entered her pussy. God, it was so wet and hot. It was mind-blowing, the amount of heat I was feeling.

  Her tight walls gripped me and as I got my stroke going, I could feel her pussy muscles pulling me back in. It was like they were sucking on me as hard as her mouth had just been.

  I started pounding my big, hard cock into her tight little pussy as fast and as hard as I could. I was a fucking animal. I was sucking on her tits, grabbing them and ramming her hot box over and over again.

  “That’s right,” I told her. “Lay still and let your big stepbrother have his way with you. I know exactly how you like it and I’m going to give it to you good.”

  “Thank you,” she whimpered as I thrust in and out of her wet, hot pussy. “Thank you for fucking me, stepbrother. I needed you so badly. My pussy was so empty without your big cock.”

  “You missed how it felt to be crammed full of your stepbrother’s cock, didn’t you?” I asked her. “Your little pussy was so lonely without it.”

  “Yes,” she said, nearly purring. “Yes, I missed your cock. My pussy needs it. Don’t stop, stepbrother. Please, keep going. You’re gonna make me cum so much. Oh, my God. Phil. Please. Please. Oh, mmmmmm.”

  She started quivering and I could feel the warm rush of her hot juices on my cock. I couldn’t hold it any longer.

  “Uhn!” I grunted, overcome for a moment. “Holy shit! You’re making me cum too. Straight into your hot little box. Here comes my load. Take it, little stepsister. Take it.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, panting now. “Give it to me, as much as you want. Let it all out into my pussy. I’ll take it. It’s mine. I’m your dirty little slut and I belong to you.”

  She was so hot; I loved her curves and her dirty talk. I came and kept cumming. It was like my very essence was being drained into her. It was so intense, so amazing, that I felt lightheaded. I staggered on the floor of the basement a bit, almost tipping over. Then I steadied myself on the back of the couch as I finished unloadeding my balls deep into her pussy.

  “Ahh!” she moaned, shuddering with her entire body. “Oh, God. Oh, God! It’s so good, stepbrother. Your big cock and your hot cum filling up my pussy feel so good!”

  I was spent for a few minutes. During that time, we started passionately kissing one another. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her warm body against mine and the skin on skin contact was electric.

  Within minutes, I was ready for another round. Soon, she was on all fours on the couch. I had her hair in my hands, pulling her head back as I fucked her doggie style. She had an expression on her face of absolute joy, and it was if she really dug the hair pulling. She arched her back just right and I could feel my cock go even deeper into her warm little cunt.

  “You’re so dirty,” I told her. “What a naughty little slut of a stepsister you are.”

  “I’m sorry, stepbrother,” she said. “I can’t help it. You make me so bad.”

  This time, I was slapping her ass while going in balls deep. I loved watching her big ass cheeks bounce around as I hit them while I fucked her little cunt so much it was squirting out its juices everywhere. Her big tits were hanging down and jumping up and down for me as I pounded her cunt.

  “Yeah, take it, little stepsister slut,” I told her, as I squeezed her ass and then stuck my finger inside her ass hole while I was fucking her. “I’ve been wanting to give you my cum for so long now that you have to take as much of it as I can get out into you.”

  “Okay,” she said, then moaned. “Mmmm, I’m taking all of your cum and it feels so good. Please don’t stop. Please, stepbrother. Oh, my God, mmmm.”

  Water started streaming down her thighs and she was crying tears of joy. Again, her whole body quivered, and the sensation made me erupt inside her again. I could feel my jet of cum shoot into her from behind.

  God, the feeling was just so amazing.

  I wanted nothing more than this. She completed me, made me feel whole. And I knew it was mutual.

  Again, we found ourselves on the couch making out, fondling each other intensely, just passing the time until I could start fucking her again. We were soaked in sweat, like we’d been out jogging, and I didn’t think either one of us was concerned about the noise we were making.

  Nothing was off limits with Tracianne. Her whole body was up for grabs and we did everything. We did different positions, different holes, and our mouths and tongues roamed everywhere on each other bodies.

  Finally, after hours of sex, we found ourselves panting on the couch again. Exhausted, we both fell asleep, a well-earned rest.

  When we awoke, we knew we had to get out of the basement. But there was a new deal forming.

  We were definitely going to fuck a lot more now, every single chance we got.

  This was a given.

  Ryan was gone.

  And Phil was here to fuck his stepsister as much as he could, consequences be damned.

  Chapter Eighteen - Tracianne

  From that night forward, Phil and I spent most of our time trying to come up with new ways to hook up in the house. Obviously, there were rare times when our parents left the house, but that didn’t happen often. The news was still telling everyone to stay home, even as business owners demanded to reopen.

  Fortunately, we lived in a big house. Our usual move was to go upstairs and pretend as if we were going to our own rooms, when actually we went into the same room. Dad was often working online, and Daphne was prepping dinner.

  This was the perfect time for a quickie in my bed. With both bedroom doors closed, our parents weren’t the wiser.

  One time, dad came upstairs looking for me while I was in Phil’s room. When he didn’t find me in my room, he knocked on Phil’s door.

  “Hey, Phil,” he asked. “Have you seen Tracianne? I need help with my computer.”

  “No,” he responded, trying not to laugh.

  “All right, well, if you talk to her, send her down.”

  “Sure thing,” he responded, as I was going down on him.

  There was no doubt that part of the excitement was due to the possibility that we might get caught. I have to say, that enhanced the experience. Another time, Daphne came looking for Phil while I was giving him a blowjob in my room. He had a pained expression as he tried not to cum, while I licked his cock and responded to his mother through the door.

  “Tracianne? Have you seen Phil?”

  “No, I can’t say that I have,” I replied, before I went back to deepthroating him.

  “Well, I need him to take out the trash and I’ve been all over the house looking for him,” she told me.

  I came up for air. Drool was running down Phil’s erect penis and my chin. I continued to tickle his balls with my fingers.

  “I’m sure he’s around,” I replied. “
If I see him, I’ll tell him to come… to you.”

  I immediately went to work licking the head of Phil’s penis, concentrating on the tip and the sensitive part, the hole. He erupted in a fountain of cum that shot up onto my face and into my hair.

  “Do you have food in there? It sounds like you’re eating?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “Just a lollipop.”

  I then loudly licked up some of Phil’s jizz. It was warm and salty.

  “Okay, well, if you see him, definitely let him know,” said Daphne. “Maybe he’s outside.”

  Another time, we got it on in the laundry room. Daphne started walking toward the room, but Phil couldn’t get his pants up in time. He moved behind the dryer.

  “Oh, hey,” said Daphne. “Which one of you is doing laundry?”

  “I am, mom, but she just barged in here,” complained Phil.

  “But I have more to do,” I whined. “And I’m not mixing your nasty socks with my nice clothes.”

  “Whoever got here first can do their laundry,” she instructed, settling the argument. “Let me know when you’re done.”

  Daphne walked out of the room. We heard the door to the outside close. Phil immediately finished me off on top of the washing machine. God, it was so hot! We couldn’t get enough of each other.

  Another time, we were in the shower together. Dad opened the door.

  “Phil, it’s an emergency, you mind if I use the toilet?” he asked.

  “I guess not,” he replied.

  My eyes went wide. This was a really risky move. We were essentially trapped until he left.

  “Oh, God, sorry. I think the soda I drank went right through me,” he revealed. “I really had to pee, and Daphne’s in the other bathroom.

  Phil was still inside me and he started to rock back and forth, going in and out with a smile on his face. I silently shook my head, although the feeling was amazing. I couldn’t help but cum. Fortunately, I was able to do so, with great effort, with no sound.

  Dad finally flushed.

  “Really sorry about that,” he apologized, embarrassed. “It was an emergency.”

  “No worries,” Phil replied.

  “Hey, uh, are you and Tracianne getting along?” he asked quietly. “I haven’t really seen you two together much.”

  “Oh, sure, but we do our own thing,” he explained. “But trust me, I’m into Tracianne. I’m sure we’ll find something to do.”

  “Good. I want you two to become close.”

  “I think that’s happening,” he responded, cumming inside me.

  “Good, good,” Dad replied, walking out of the bathroom.

  I shook all over. Holding back my noises of joy had somehow elevated the experience. Maybe it was the danger too. But we both knew we couldn’t keep doing this. Eventually, we’d get caught. We’d have to be more careful. I told Phil as much.

  “Phil, that was crazy!” I whispered. “You know what he would’ve done if he had heard me in here?”

  “Relax, he never would’ve believed it,” Phil said confidently. “He would’ve assumed that I made the noise somehow.”

  “You’re crazy. You don’t think he knows the sound of his own daughter’s voice?”

  “It’s about what people want to believe,” he countered. “He’d assume it was all good. He has no reason to suspect us; therefore, he’d have to dismiss any sound of you that came from the shower. It just wouldn’t register as you.”

  “I hope you’re right,” I said warily.

  “Trust me,” Phil said. “He probably did hear you in here, but assumed it was just a weird noise from me.”

  “Either way, let’s get out of here before something else happens?”

  “Good point.”

  We even went up on the roof in the middle of the night. Looking at the stars and eating chocolate, I felt safe in Phil’s arms.

  But were we living on borrowed time?

  What would happen after the lockdown ended?

  We’d have to go back to our colleges and resume our normal lives.

  How could we do this in the outside world?

  “Phil, how are we going to do this outside of the house?” I asked.

  “It’ll be easy. You can come up to my college. I didn’t show anyone a picture of you. You can pretend to be my old high school girlfriend,” he assured me.

  “Yeah, but what about after college?” I asked. “Or even during break? I showed my own friends a picture of you.”

  “Well, you could just lie and say I’m someone else. When they point out that I look like Phil, you just acknowledge that I kinda look like Phil, but I’m not. I’m just, like, Adam, or someone.”

  “I guess that could work,” I pondered. “But what if my friends meet your friends? Eventually, someone would find out.”

  “Look, I think you’re overthinking this,” he said. “At some point, we could just tell our friends, right? I guess they won’t really be that surprised, considering the circumstances.”

  “But then our parents might find out. People might not understand.”

  “What’s to understand? We’re not blood relations. It’s fine.”

  “I guess.”

  “Stop worrying.”

  “Okay,” I smiled. “You do have a way of making all my worries go away.”

  “You ready to go back inside?” he asked. “It’s getting a little chilly out here.”

  “Yeah, come into my room and warm me up.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  Barefooted, we walked back to the window and got inside the house. We slipped into my bedroom. Our folks were still asleep.

  We started making out passionately. Phil had become a great kisser or maybe I was just so smitten by him that each time felt better and better. Every time he touched me my body felt alive. I couldn’t dream of a moment without him and I wanted to spend every waking minute with him if I could.

  Of course, that was tough in the house. We didn’t want to raise suspicions, so we tried to keep each other at bay.

  We’d pretend to fight in that petty way that siblings often do, but at night we were lovers. It was intense. The clandestine nature of it all highlighted the feeling and my need for him.

  On the bed, we had stripped off all our clothes. I climbed on Phil upside down so we could 69 each other. He was playing with my pussy, licking it and sticking his fingers in both my holes.

  I moaned on his cock, which I eagerly gobbled up. I also licked his balls. There wasn’t a piece of him I wouldn’t lick, and he would do the same.

  We were like ravenous animals, intent on pleasure. In the dark, together, we stimulated each other with our mouths. My juices flowed over his face and into his mouth, while his precum teased me.

  I tickled the tip of his penis with my tongue in new ways. Each of us was learning to pleasure the other in more sophisticated ways.

  Finally, we erupted simultaneously. My juices shot out from between my legs, coating his face with my wetness. In return, I was treated to a generous helping of his creamy cum. It filled my cheeks and I consumed it eagerly.

  I could feel his cock pumping it up and into my mouth. I didn’t waste a single drop and to me, it tasted delicious.

  I wanted to go on like this forever with him.

  I just wasn’t sure how realistic of a dream that wish really was.

  Chapter Nineteen - Phil

  It had been three months since we’d been cooped up in the house. The governor showed no signs of letting anyone go back to their normal lives, although I sensed it was becoming more and more political. Riots broke out across the country all over, but eventually these were quelled.

  It didn’t really matter to us, in our world. The world was the house and that was it. Sure, you could go on the Internet and talk to your friends, but with each passing day you had less and less to talk to them about.

  In some states, people went back to normal lives. For the
rest of us, it was just one long slog.

  Richard and I were still sharing drinks in the study. We too had less and less to say to each other.

  What do you say to someone you see every single day?

  What new information was there to talk about?

  Once in a while, I could relay the news or some YouTube video I had seen to provide me with a topic of conversation, but that was about it.

  Hooking up with Tracianne kept me on a pretty even keel. I was calm and no longer so caught up in myself.

  I mean, I guess I could say I had confidence, but that wasn’t really the right word. I was in love with Tracianne, and that somehow made me better.

  Of course, I hadn’t told her. It was too soon, and I was still kind of processing the implications of loving someone that deep and that hard.

  She was, after all, my stepsister, and we would have to deal with that strange circumstance.

  We could make it work, but would the rest of society understand?

  The entire situation, however, made the sex that much hotter. Between sneaking around the house and the danger of getting caught, it was if we were rebelling against our parents at the same time.

  It was a weird thing to say, but I don’t think the sex would’ve been nearly as intense except in this situation. But then again, maybe it was just that the chemistry between us was that hot.

  On a random afternoon, I snuck into Tracianne’s room. I had brought crayons and paper. I figured we could draw together. It was something to do. Being cooped up for so long, we had kind of run out of board games and Netflix movies.

  “Coloring sound kind of fun,” she agreed. “Although it’s kind of a kid thing to do.”

  “Yeah, but what else is there to do at this point?” I asked. “We’ve kind of exhausted the options in the house. Plus, we’ve had sex in every room except the master bedroom.”

  “I’m not opposed to it,” she offered.

  “No, way. Too risky,” I said. “Can you imagine getting caught in there? It would be ten times worse.”