“You know, Michael,” Lydia said as she walked toward me. “We’re family now and family shares things like recipes.”
“Of course,” I said before gulping down the last of the lemonade. Then her hand touched my shirt. For a few moments, she played with the open flap while lightly grazing her fingers against my bare chest.
“Are you aware of what family also shares?”
“What?”
“Secrets,” she said softly.
“Right,” I replied, not knowing where she was going. Then Lydia reached her perfectly manicured fingers into empty the glass of my lemonade.
“Those windows over there,” she said gesturing to the ones that faced the garden. “They aren’t as concealing as you would think they would be.”
“They aren’t?” I gulped, finding myself caught in between several moments. Then Lydia took out an ice cube and placed it under her bikini top. Slowly, she rubbed the ice against her nipple in a circular motion.
“Ah…” she sighed. I didn’t know how to react. My eyes were transfixed on her mounds of breasts as she pleasured herself with the dripping ice. Suddenly, Lydia unfastened her top, revealing her perfect tits just inches from me. “Do you like these, Michael?”
“Yes,” I nodded slowly.
“Do you like touching yourself when you see them?”
I nodded again.
“Good,” she purred. “I loved seeing you today as you touched yourself. You made feel like a desired woman again.”
I didn’t need any more words. This woman wanted cock, and she wanted it immediately. I pulled off my shirt and threw it to the floor. My hands lunged for her breasts pushing them upward toward my mouth.
“Yes,” Lydia gasped. “Take me like a man, Michael.”
The fullness of her breasts was everything that I had imagined. I sucked on the tips of her full, sumptuous balloons. My mouth watered as licked the surface and around the nipples. Lydia gave sounds of pleasure as I teased her with my tongue.
Still, this tit play wasn’t enough for me. Seeing her half naked in front of me was heavenly, but I needed to pounce. I grasped onto her sarong and pulled it off of her body. As it fluttered to the floor, I reached her buttocks, lifting her high into the air. Then we moved to the bed where I threw her down. She bounced a few times with her melons jiggling.
“Wild boy,” she giggled as I crawled on top of her.
“Grrr…” I growled. Just as she began to giggle again, I moved my mouth to hers. We were kissing madly as I moved my hands to my shorts. Her full lips were like heaven against mind. Tingles shot down my spine and twisted until they came to the tip of my cock. I unfastened my pants and kicked the remainder of my clothes off in a heap onto the floor.
My cock was rock hard and pressing against her thigh as we kissed. My hands moved up, untied the thin fabric of her thong, and then I threw it across the room. It landed on the photo of my grandfather and me that hung on the wall. It sways and fell off the hook, smashing the glass frame into pieces. I didn’t care about the picture. I didn’t even care that Lydia was my stepmother. My only thought was of shoving my cock deep inside of her warm, wet palace.
“Give it to me,” she begged. I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed the head at her pussy. It was a glorious hole with a neatly trimmed bushel at the top. I rubbed the outside lips, playing with the forming wetness that glistened.
With one movement, I shoved in my cock. A warm bath greeted me from inside of her. I let out of a groan of pleasure as I slipped in further. Just as I pushed in more, Lydia gasped.
“Slow!” she exclaimed.
“Sorry,” I muttered as I refocused on how amazing her pussy felt around my cock.
“Fuck, Michael,” Lydia gasped as I eased myself in all of the way. “You are a very big boy.”
“Yes I am,” I smirked as her legs curled up to her chest. Lydia’s breasts looked the best in this angle. As I fucked her, they jiggled at the bottom of her chin. Soon, it became a game for me to see how much I could make them bounce. Each thrust sent them flying into disarray. I felt my cock becoming so firm that it almost hurt.
“Ah!” Lydia called out as I pounded her into the bedding. Pillows began to jostle and fall off the sides of the bed. “Fuck me harder.”
I placed my hands on the iron headboard. Lifting myself into a pushup position, Lydia was now bunched together with her legs in the air. Then I slammed down on her, sending my fleshy sword deep inside of her. Slick noises of skin again skin sounded around the room as we fucked. Soon, her pussy became a geyser, sending warm juices all over my cock.
“I’m coming,” she said as she dug her nails in my back. “Fuck me, big boy!”
I didn’t stop my motion as I felt her pleasure spilling all around me.
“Come for me first,” I growled, knowing that she loved being manhandled. Lydia’s face squinted before she suddenly erupted. I was sure that her pleasure filled sounds were heard from all over the estate. Still, I didn’t care. A rush of heat swarmed my cock and suddenly I felt myself pumping, too. Just as my first spurt reached the top, I pulled out, sending splatters of my thick juice all over her breasts. Lydia leaned forward and began to suck the tip of my cock. She seemed to enjoy every moment of it mindlessly.
“Vous êtes un bon garcon,” Lydia said to me in perfect French. As I finished, I thought that perhaps she was more intelligent than I thought.
Two Mares
Audrey
“I love horses,” Darla said as we trotted along the path along the south side of the property. Five days had passed since she arrived to the estate. Though I wanted to despise her, there was an unwavering innocence about Darla that made her difficult to dislike. We rode horseback toward the gates on two of my father’s mares. Lydia wanted to spend some time with Sebastian, so I volunteered to take Darla for a ride. I let her pick the first horse, which she didn’t realize was the one that I always rode. Still, I did not let on to this fact.
“Did you have horses growing up?” I asked.
“Oh, no,” she smiled. “I wish that were true.”
“When did you learn to ride?”
“Just this year. Sebastian takes me horseback riding nearly every weekend.”
“I see.”
“Your stepbrother is an amazing person,” she gushed. “Everyday he works hard to surprise with me new adventures, gifts, and evenings that I could never imagine other men doing.”
“Lucky you,” I said as I gave her a forced smile. Darla had no idea that her recants of precious moments with Sebastian were like tiny little poison-tipped daggers shooting into my chest.
“I find myself transfixed,” she continued. “Have you have been so in love with someone that you can’t constantly stop thinking about them?”
“Can’t say that I have,” I answered as I turned my horse around. “We’re going to head back; the end of the trail is just shortly after these trees.”
“Alright,” Darla said as she sloppily handled the horse. They did a multi-pivot turn like a fifteen-year-old with her learner’s permit. “Sebastian just gives me strength. I’m sure that you will find someone very nice soon.”
“Perhaps,” I said tersely as we headed back along the path.
“Have your parents been very accepting?” Darla inquired.
“Accepting of what?” I asked.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just that my father was so angry over my brother. I’m sure that your mother, being in fashion, is very progressive.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve gone too far. I’m sure it’s a non issue these days to be a lesbian.”
“Who’s a lesbian?”
“You are, aren’t you?”
“Who told you this?” I could not believe what I was hearing.
“Sebastian said that you were lesbian,” Darla looked confused. However, once she saw me fuming, she appeared to discontinue the conversation. Sebastian thought th
at he could just wash away what happened between us with a white lie. I wasn’t about to let him get away so easily.
“Hi, ladies,” called a voice from a split in the path. I looked over to see Javier, youngest gatekeeper, waving with a black leather glove. He drove on a small electric car designed to survey the grounds. However, I knew that he had different motives.
Javier always made sure to greet me and to be on post when I arrived to visit the grounds. My father liked to joke that he had a crush on me. Javier was tall and extremely muscular with thick black hair and a sharp chin. He was around Sebastian’s age and very handsome. I might have found him more attractive if he weren’t a gatekeep.
“Hello, Javier,” I said nodding back.
“How are you all this afternoon?” he asked while staring at me. I’m sure that might tight riding pants were doing wonders for his imagination.
“Quite well,” I replied.
“How are you?” Darla asked.
“Me?” Javier appeared to be surprised by the question. “I’m doing good also.”
“That’s great to hear,” Darla smiled.
“This is Darla,” I explained as we continued to trot. “She’s Sebastian’s guest.”
“Ah, yes,” Javier smiled. “The fiancée. Soon to be your sister, no?”
“I suppose so,” I said before giving a small, closed mouth smile. “We must be headed off, Javier.”
“Of course, miss,” he said nodding.
“Good meeting you!” Darla shouted.
“You as well, miss!” Javier said while staring at us as we left.
“He seems nice,” Darla said.
“It’s his job to be,” I reminded her. Then we set off back toward the stables.
Croquet
Michael
“You win, Michael!’ shouted my father as I putt the last ball through the wire. “You’ve always been good at games.”
“I do like a little bit of croquet,” I said giving my best attempt to sound humble.
“Your sister is just as good,” my dad smiled as he collected our mallets and placed them on the rack. “You and I are fairly even most of the time, but I can never beat her.”
“Oh, yes,” I mumbled. “Audrey is quite good.”
Though my father was playing his jolly character, I couldn’t help but to think that giving my little sister praise was also a blow at me as well. I helped pull the wire hoops from the ground just outside of the garden. The sun was setting over the trees and in the distance I could hear horses trotting.
“Ah,” my father said looking over at the trail. “Speak of the devil.”
I glanced upward to see Audrey and Darla on horseback, coming from the south end trail. They were both in matching black riding suits.
“Hi, daddy!” Audrey called out to us. “Hi, Michael!”
“How was riding, darling?” our father asked.
“Devine!” Darla answered with a gleaming smile. In just under a week, she seemed to begin speaking like our family.
“Perfect!” my father smiled as he buttoned the top of this polo shirt. “Get those horses back safely!”
“We will,” called Audrey as they girls trotted out of vision toward the stables.
“I’m glad to see them getting along,” my father said as he took the metal hoops from my hand.
“Yes, it is.”
“Perhaps you and Sebastian can get along like that?”
“Perhaps,” I replied. My father gave me a glare from the side.
“Listen,” he said in a darker tone. “I know that in the past you’ve had your issues with Audrey’s mother, but I want you to respect Lydia. She is a much different woman and I can see that the two of you could become quite close.”
“Of course,” I agreed, though I also felt that I was silently mocking him.
“Okay,” my father said slowly as if in a threat. Then his voice turned cheerier again. “Let’s go in for dinner, shall we?”
“I’ve just eaten an hour ago,” I said. “Is it okay with you if I retire to my room for the evening.”
“Yes, of course,” he replied. Then he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the head. “You’ve grown into a man that can make his father proud.”
“Glad that I do,” I smiled. My father was so self-consumed that he couldn’t see his son was screwing his new wife. Then again, there wasn’t much of a way for him to know. Clearly, Lydia and I had a fling that was staying hidden under the sheets.
After finishing reading a novel that I had been reading for the past few days, I looked up at the clock and saw that it was nearly two in the morning. Still, I wasn’t feeling tired, so I wandered into the ensuite washroom for a quick shower.
When I was done, I wiped the fog off of the mirror and gazed at my naked form. Flexing my muscles in the mirror, I watched them push forward. A few stray hairs had escaped my latest grooming, so I found some tweezers to pluck them. After the rogue follicles had been vanquished, I flexed again.
My father was correct in saying that I had become quite that man that could make him proud. Still, I wasn’t quite happy enough with what I saw. I opened the medicine cabinet and removed shaving cream and a razor. Quickly, I shaved my face until it was smooth. Then I looked down at my crotch. The hair seemed too wiry and untamed. Trimming it would be nice, but I also felt that it needed a fresh start.
I smeared a thick lather of the cream on myself and then began to shave. Stroke after stroke removed the strands of my pubic hair. When I felt the blaze rounding against my exposed skin, I tossed the blade in the trashcan and rinsed off my crotch in the sink.
“Much better,” I said slowly to myself as I looked into the mirror. My cock now looked enormous as it hung from my body. There wasn’t anything in the way of my cock and my stomach except for smooth skin. I felt myself get aroused as I looked at my own cock in the mirror. It was impressive with a large, full head that was beginning to swell.
I grabbed a bottle of lotion from the cabinet and pumped some on my cock. Slowly, I stroked in the cream, causing my erection to expand. I pumped on some more until I was satisfied with how slick my cock had become. When I was fully hard, I looked at myself in the mirror.
My muscles flexed under my smooth skin as I pumped my thick cock between my moistened fingers. I reached back to the lotion and slicked my other hand. As I watched me pleasure myself with my left hand, my right hand moved to the back. I circled around my ass with my middle finger. Then I began to push until the entire finger was inserted. I bore down and continued to stroke myself as I watch the head of my cock turn from pink to red with each stroke.
Suddenly, I heard a noise from outside of the window. It sounded like a girl giggling. I pulled my hands away from my body and turned off the washroom light. The giggling sounded again as I quietly moved to the window overlooking the garden.
In the darkness, it was difficult to see, however, I still made out a tall man’s figure in the light. He was by the garden bench near the greenhouse. The girl’s back was to me as she giggled uncontrollably while he groped her. They began to kiss as he pulled down her top, exposing her soft breasts in the moonlight.
“Stop it,” she teased him.
“Shh!” he said quieting her. “His bedroom is right there.”
“Let’s go in the greenhouse,” she laughed. “I’ve always wanted to fuck in the greenhouse.”
Quickly, I grabbed a pair of binoculars on a shelf near some of my yachting trinkets. I blew away some of the dust on the lenses and peered outside of the window.
“Sounds fun,” the man whispered. Looking in closer, I saw that it was Javier, the gatekeeper. He was shirtless but still wearing his black gloves as he groped the girl as they rushed into the greenhouse door. Just as Javier opened to let her in, I realized that the girl my sister. She began kissing him at the entrance to the greenhouse and then they shut the door.
The Greenhouse Effect
Audrey
We were lying on a green tarp in the middle o
f the greenhouse as Javier’s full lips kissed me between my legs. Javier enjoyed looking up at me with his dark, perfectly crafted face as he watched my expression for signs of pleasure. I gave it to him, of course, though he was so talented that I didn’t have to feign interest. Javier’s full eyebrows rose up at my enjoyment. Then plundering his long tongue as deeply as possible inside of my opening in order to rouse me more.
“Am I making you feel good, Miss Audrey,” he grinned with his head poking up between my legs.
“Yes, Javier,” I smiled. “But I’m self conscious about this area. I don’t want you to stop, but would you close your eyes?”
“I don’t see the need, Miss,” he said. “You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”
“Thank you,” I smiled. “But could you still, please? I’ll get over it in time.”
“Of course, Miss,” Javier said as he began licking me again. My arms spread out on the tarp as I moaned with feigned delight. Then my hand reached for my jeans and found my phone. I made sure that it was on silent as I recorded Javier’s mouth wetting my pussy.
Once I was done, I reviewed the video and sent it to Sebastian. My hand tapped the top of Javier’s head, signaling that it was time to go.
“Are you sure you’ve had enough?” he asked through breathes. “I could do that all night long.”
“I’ve already orgasmed,” I said.
“But I didn’t hear anything.”
“I did it quietly so that my brother wouldn’t hear.”
“Of course,” Javier said getting up from the tarp. “Maybe next time I can please you more.”
“Right,” I said. “Next time. Why don’t you leave first to your post and a few minutes later, I’ll also leave.”
“Sounds good,” he said leaning over to give me a kiss.
“I don’t like it,” I said stopping him.
“I feel like such a fool,” he said with his head down. “You’re a lady and I’m treating you like this?”
“You were the most excellent lover,” I smiled.
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