6 comments/ 223578 views/ 48 favorites No Blood No Foul By: scarfaccio My folks had me when they were young and I guess the shotgun wedding thing wasn't for them in the long run. Dad made good by our small family; he finished high school and worked his way through college, earning an electrical engineering degree, and supported us the whole way. Mom didn't fare out so well. Her folks took care of me for the first two years of my life while she finished high school and she stayed home with me after that. She started drinking soon after and it wasn't much trouble for dad to get custody of me in the divorce a few years later. So here I am, a senior in high school with a wealthy, single, 34 year old father. Sometimes it almost feels like we're Batman and Robin. I guess I always pretty much knew my dad would remarry; he was never much of the swinging bachelor. His new wife was a few years older than he and old enough to have a daughter my own age. Now I have a stepmother ("Please don't call me 'mom,' dear, call me Miranda") and a sister, Janine. Adapting to life was a bit strange. For example it was a bit odd for me that my brand-spanking-new sister was already more popular at school than I was. I was a bit of an odd one, but Janine was your classic American long stemmed beauty. With her up-to-the-second wardrobe and her mastery of the nuances of pop culture it took her exactly two days to have an armada of friends while my three plus years of obscure bands and tee shirts had earned me two. Possibly the oddest part of all this was now having A-list people in my house. After living there for the past eight years it was almost like being a guest. I stayed locked away in my sanctuary upstairs or down in dads lab while Janine entertained the illuminati of high school culture in the house proper. They were usually pleasant but Janine was the only one who was truly nice to me. I would hear her now and then scolding a friend for making a snide comment at my expense after I had dared to pass through the room. These people could be shitty at times, but Janine always stuck up for me. Then there was The Day. It started out as one of those average shittiest-day-of-your-life kind of days. Woke up late, car wouldn't start, missed the bus, bitched out by half my teachers, caught in the rain on my way home. You know those days. I didn't figure it could get much worse, and then I got home. Janine had a friend over as usual and today it was Amanda Crawford. Amanda was your typical A-list sob, hotter than hell, spectacular wardrobe, and an absolute bitch to losers like me. Staying in the house proper was now an impossibility, as I would have to suffer a multitude of barbs and sideways glances from Amanda. I decided to just head up to my room, beat off, and listen to a few cds. Up in my room, I assumed the position. I wasn't really in the mood, but I had to do something to brighten my day a little. On the bed, pants around my ankles, baby oil in one hand, slick cock in the other. It didn't take to long for my member to agree to a spanking and soon it was off to the races. I figured I could just bust a quick nut and relax enough to enjoy the music. My groove was coming along nicely. I was using my preferred stroke of twisting my hand as it pumped slowly along the length of my unit, squeezing from the base to the tip. I loved the way the mixture of stimuli of up and down and back and forth felt over the length of my shaft and the way the head of my cock would send jolts of electricity up my spine as it squeezed through my slippery fingers. It wasn't long before I was ready to pop. And there I was, toes curled at the end of my splayed legs. I was breathing hard and my eyes were glazing as I felt my cock begin to twitch. Just as the first rope of cum was launched from me I heard it: clickclack, pop, whirrrrrrr. My head wheeled around in horror as I continued to spew forth jizm. And what to my glazed eyes did appear? Why it was that cunt Amanda Crawford laughing and holding a freshly exposed Polaroid in the doorway of my room. "Gotcha!" she cackled as she bounced off down the hallway. That sucked. I yanked my pants up and tried to run out after her. There was a huge stain on the front of my pants as the straggling cum leaked out of my spent cock, not to mention my shirt, which had born the brunt of my secreted barrage. I must have been a sight, clothes basted in my own cum, hands shining with baby oil. I was going to kill her. No, first I was going to get that Polaroid and then I was going to kill her. I was going to get that Polaroid and shove it far enough up her ass that she would die. I flew down the stairs and wheeled around the corner into the living room. In my stocking feet I barely managed to stay upright as I skidded across the waxed hardwood floor. I flailed trying to hold onto my balance as my feet hit the rug. When I finally came to a stop I saw not just Amanda, not just Amanda and Janine, but Amanda, Janine and three other girls. They were all staring at the Polaroid. Four of them were in tears with laughter and Janine was on her way over to see what was so funny. No, THAT sucked. By the time Janine got there they had all looked up to see me covered in the evidence. Janine was instantly furious and managed to snatch the picture away from them as they all stood slack jawed and grinning at me, but the damage was done. It was now going to be much more difficult to show my face at school. I could see the stares and hear the whispers already. Yeah sure everybody does it, but not everybody has the popular kids in his high school snap his candid portrait at the magic moment. I trudged back up to my room leaving gales of laughter in my wake. Once there I shucked my soiled clothes and let them drop where they were. I slogged my way into the bathroom and got into the shower. I tried to scrub off the embarrassment but the only solace I found was in the fact that Janine got the picture away from them and I wouldn't have to worry about it finding it's way into the halls of Horace Greeley Senior High School. But the fact that my stepsister had a picture of me cumming into my fist just replaced that embarrassment with several new ones. The happiest thought to cross my mind was that in a few long months I would be far away in a college dorm where I would have the good sense to at least beat off in the privacy of a shower stall. Showered and dry I crossed the threshold into my room and tossed on some clean clothes. I tried to gather my trophies of shame but to my not-so-great surprise, considering the day I was having, my shirt was gone. Damn it, I loved that shirt. I gathered up my sheets and a few other things that needed washing and headed down to the basement. I paused before entering the living room on the way and luckily it was empty. I tossed my stuff in the washer when I reached the basement and headed back up to the kitchen. At least depression didn't kill my appetite. On the fridge was a note. "I'm really sorry about that. Amanda can be a bit of a bitch at times. I took the picture and threw them out. Sorry again, Janey." Well that was cool. Janine had stood up for me once again. I'd have to thank her for that, but first I really needed a sandwich. Sated and feeling a bit better I went up to Janine's room to thank her for sticking up for me. I planned on making a big deal out of it, as I knew she did it a lot and this time was a big one. I was amazed how everything remained status quo with her friends, that they didn't blow her off and that they weren't more polite in my presence. When I got to her room, it was empty. I started looking for her, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I was in the laundry room putting the mantles of my embarrassment in the dryer when I heard Miranda come home. "Hi mom!" She was here? Where did she go? Where did she hide? Was she hiding? I could hear their conversation upstairs as the basement door was right in between the front door and the living room. "Hello sweetheart, how was your day?" "Not too bad." "Why are you wearing that dreadful tee-shirt? Did you get caught in this rain? It looks like something your brother would wear. Honestly, he's a sweet boy but it's obvious he had no mother to help him pick his clothes." Tee shirt? My tee shirt? My tee shirt that was covered in cum? Okay, this is odd. "Oh, I sometimes I'll pinch one of his shirts to wear," I heard Janine explain as I climbed the stairs. "They're nice and worn in so they're super comfy. I don't think he minds." "Well at least go change to a clean one, dear. God only knows what those crusty little spots… Oh, hello darling, I was just commenting to your sister on how you need to do your laundry more often," was mom/Miranda's hello as I entered the living room. "Hey Miranda," I replied sheepishly. It was easy to see where Janine got her looks and I was always a bit uncomfortable being around her when I was half dressed. "I was just downstairs putting a load in the dryer." Janine squirmed a little bit as the last comment escaped my lips. I guess she was trying not to laugh at my self-incriminating double entendre. Miranda sashayed over to me and planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek. She was really good at those, they felt like they were really coming from someone I could call 'mom.' "Go put a shirt on, dear, before you catch your death." She gave me a quick pat on the rear end as she sauntered into the kitchen. I gave Janine an unwitting hangdog look as I headed for the stairs. Dad had helped me build a little lair for myself in the basement next to his shop. I had my television, Playstation, stereo and all the other teen-age boy amenities down there to help me escape the doldrums. This is where I was, watching the Ranger game, when I heard the knock. "Come in," I said without moving my eyes from the set. "How's the hammer hangin', tough guy?" It was Janine. She called me tough guy for the way I shrugged off the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. She plopped down next to me and started munching away casually on my pretzels. "So who's winning?" "Oh, hey Janine. Listen, I want to say thanks for sticking up for me. And not just today either, you really put your social life on the line shielding me from those people." "Hey, no problem, what are big sisters for?" She was two months younger and thought it was a hoot to refer to herself as my big sister. I was dying to ask her why she put on that shirt when she knew it was covered in cum, but would much preferred to have just forgotten the whole incident. "Sure," I chuckled, "but just the same, thank you. If there's anything I can do, I mean I know I can't offer much, but if there's ever anything you need," I was beginning to get choked up. The day had just been too much for my young psyche to handle. "Hey hey, c'mon now," said Janine as she scooted toward me on the couch and slung her arm around me. "Don't let it get to you. You're too far above that." She pulled me to her and gave me a warm hug to comfort me. It was working, but maybe working too well. Feeling her soft warmth against me made it all too easy to forget that she wasn't really my sister. If my dad hadn't married her mom she'd just be another unobtainable girl at school for me to think about while I beat off. I smelled her hair and felt her firm, young breasts pressed against me. She was dressed for bed in a long nightshirt over her panties and every one of her soft curves was evident against my body. I had to pull away and curl my legs to my chest in hopes that she wouldn't notice the tent in my sweats. She looked at me quizzically when I pulled away. Maybe she sensed what was going on in my mind and body and thought to ease off with the affection. The blood drained from my face when I heard "Listen, about that picture," I was about to pass out. "Aww, c'mon, you said you'd do anything." I was really confused now, hoping that this would not lead to further embarrassment. "What?" I croaked, barely able to get my voice above a whisper. "Can I keep it?" The words hung in the air like smog. Why the hell would she want to keep it? Her head hung, I could barely make out the blush spreading over her cheeks as they hid behind the chin length blonde hair as she began to stammer out the rest. "I mean, you know, we're not really brother and sister, really. It's not bad for me to, fuck, to like, y'know, looking at it?" I was speechless. She was telling me that she got off on looking at a picture of me cumming in my fist. I guess the expression on my face said everything because when she looked up, her face beet red, her lower lip quivering, she answered the question I couldn't get my mouth to ask. "I can't help it. Did you hear what they were saying before you came in? 'Oh my god Janey, I never knew!' and "Jesus Janey, right across the hall? Why didn't you tell us?' When I saw the picture I was too pissed to think about it, but while you were in the shower…" Her voice fluttered here for a second, her fingers dancing slowly at the hem of her shirt. The soft cotton began to rise under her fingers and a glimpse of bikini cut pink fabric became visible beneath it. "I don't know, I stopped and looked and, Jesus, it was so hot. There you were with this huge purple cock sticking straight up, and you were cumming, it was all over the place, so much of it," She was breathing heavier, her hand had crept up under her shirt and I could see her massaging her breast underneath. The nipple on her other breast was sticking out like a pencil eraser through her shirt. She was staring straight past me, I wondered if she even realized we were in the same room. My cock was raging. Stepsister or not, Janine was gorgeous, and here she was halfway to masturbating telling me how much it turned her on to see me cum. Suddenly her eyes snapped back into focus. "Do it for me, I want to see it up close, in person." She looked hungry. She leaned back and sprawled out on the couch, her other hand slipping into her thin cotton panties which were now sporting a dark wet spot on the crotch. I saw her fingers rub her slit through the fabric and I lost control. I yanked my sweats down in one quick motion. Janine gasped when my member popped out already at full mast. She slithered off the couch and knelt in front of me to get an eye-level view. Her hand reached out and grabbed my wrist as I tried to grab my aching cock and release the tension welling up. "You're not going to do that dry, are you?" she asked as she pulled my open palm to her face. Her tongue extended from her mouth and left a long, thick trail of saliva on my palm. I was so hot my hand snapped back to my lap when she let go of it. My fingers curled around the base and I put all of my effort into stroking slowly. I wasn't merely trying to cum like I usually do; I had to put on a show for my stepsister. The sensations of stroking my aching cock were unreal, it had never been this good before, it was even better than the time Debbie from my pre-calculus gave me head at my buddies party those months ago. Having Janine kneeling in front of me as I jerked off was a bigger turn on than I could've imagined. Watching the look on her face, watching her bite her lower lip as her hand slowly moved up and down inside her panties, I was losing control rapidly. She grabbed her shirt and slowly peeled it off revealing her flawless body to me. Her breasts were unbelievably perky considering their size. Her nipples were crunched tight in front of them into rock-hard little studs. "Is this better?" she cooed as her hand slid back down into her panties. She leaned back on her free hand. She put her body on display for me, her amazing breasts slouching ever so slightly to the side, her fingers in her panties disappearing into the pussy that was agonizingly hidden by her sopping panties. "Does it help to look at me while you stroke yourself?" she asked through her panting. Incapable of speech I nodded yes. My hand was picking up speed and gripping my cock tighter. My wrist was twisting my fist in circles, my cock now lubricated with the saliva that remained and a generous amount of pre-cum as I neared the edge. Janine leaned forward and switched hands in her crotch. As the new hand continued its counterparts work in her damp crotch the other, slick with her musk reached forward and slid over my balls. They twitched at the touch and I was sent into overload. "Mmm, you're going to cum soon aren't you?" I couldn't even nod a response to that. My legs had gone limp as the orgasm took control of my bodily function. She lifted straight up and kneeled in front of me. "Cum on me, I want to feel your cum all over me like it was al over you this afternoon. That's why I took your shirt, so I could smell your cum on me just as if you had shot your wad on my tits." She looked up at me with her eyes pleading and I came with hurricane force. The first jet of cum shot from me with a grunt and arched high through the air to land with a loud splatter on her tits. Her back arched as rope after rope shot out of me and landed on her. Her hand was grinding quick circles in her crotch as she panted. "Fuck, this is so hot. Oh God, I'm cumming hard." I fell back into the couch as Janine collapsed on the floor. She was grinning from ear to ear and her hand had slowed back down to lazy circles in her crotch. She was covered in cum; large drops ran down the sides of her breasts and rivulets began to pool in the cleft between her collarbones. After a few moments I watched in amazement as she ran her finger through a stream of the slick jism that covered her nipple and bring it to her mouth. "Mmm, nice, but I bet it's better hot from the source," she said through a happy grin. Then she stood, letting my cum stream don her body. Looking down she said "Looks like we both need showers. I'd like to have a fresher sample in there if you think you can rise to the occasion." She turned and shimmied topless and carefree towards the stairs. She stopped and turned around to see if I was still breathing. She laughed when she looked in my lap and saw that I was already halfway to being ready to get a blowjob in the shower. "Well, come on then," she said and headed up the stairs. No Blood No Foul Ch. 2 I was still a little weirded out. I was laying back against the cool leather of the sofa in my lair, my cock still glistening as it tried to decide to take a nap after that performance or respond to my stepsister's curtain call. A moment before she had been standing before me with my jism running down her tight body in thick streams. I could still hear her gentle step on the carpeted stairs. They way her tongue danced around the tip of her finger as she tasted my cum made me want to leap out of the couch and run upstairs to her waiting lips, but even that psychotic desire could not overwhelm natures demand that I obey the labor rules laid out for penis work hours. The will was strong, but the flesh was weak. I looked at the T.V. and when my eyes refocused I saw that the Rangers were taking yet another royal whupping. The biggest payroll in hockey had only managed to put a turnstile in front of an All-Star goalie. The remote said "click," and the television said no more for the evening. It was definitely time for bed. I arrived at the top of the stairs. Janine's bedroom door was shut tight and no light came from the threshold. My room, however, was lit up like Ebbets Field. On my bed was my Janine's nightshirt, her panties on the floor by the bathroom door. The shower was running. When I stepped into the bathroom Janine's slender hand popped out from behind the shower curtain balled into a light fist. "Hey, what the hell is this?" she asked. I stepped forward to see what she was holding. I grabbed her wrist and her hand snapped around mine. The next thing I knew I was standing in the shower in my sweatpants. "You silly goose, you can't take a shower with your clothes on," she waved her finger at me as she said this to heighten the mock-scolding effect. "Take those off this minute, young man!" I did as I was told. The soggy cotton hit the tiles outside the shower with a loud smack. "I was wondering when you'd show up," the scolding continued as she handed me a bottle of shampoo. "You barely made it in time to wash my hair." I poured a dollop of the shampoo into my hands and reached out to massage it through that adorable blonde bob of hers only to find it had disappeared. The soft warm lips kissing the head of my cock told me just where it had gone. Her hand followed soon after that, fingertips pressing lightly against the livid ring just under the head and caressing lightly down the shaft, eventually turning over and cupping my low hanging balls. I looked down to see those same pleading eyes staring at me, her gaze bisected by the length of the cock that had apparently cut through it's earlier confusion and was now rapidly swelling to full glory. I had never seen something quite as sexy as the look of utter need that welled behind those eyes. She didn't separate that mind-bending gaze from me for a second. Her tongue slid out from between her lips and ran up the shaft of my cock from balls too head. "So are you gonna stand there like an idiot with soapy hands or are you gonna wash my hair?" The next thing I heard was "Mmm…" as my hands collected her hair from the bottom and her mouth engulfed my prick. Her hair balled in my fists as the warmth slid down my cock and spread out to the rest of my body. I kneaded her hair and massaged her scalp; her hands slipped around behind me and gently squeezed my ass. Her head bobbed up and down my cock, twisting in circles, she was attempting to recreate the twisting motion she had seen my use to jerk off. Slowly she sank her head down as it twisted and it jerked up quickly. This girl was treating me to the greatest experience of my short sexual career. Her tongue danced across the underside of my member, I tried desperately to concentrate on washing her hair. I wanted this to last and despite the fact that I had just cum like a thoroughbred 10 minutes before I was rapidly building to climax once again. "Mmm," she hummed again, this time causing my knees to buckle with the tremors that went flying through me. My cock slid from her lips with a pop and her hand quickly wrapped around it to jerk me lightly in replacement. Her hand felt almost as good as her mouth, her expert touch was feather light and torturously teasing as it slowly pumped my. Her hypnotic gaze pierced the cataracts of lust that clouded my view as she stared into me again. "Don't fight it baby, let me suck you off. Just cum in my mouth. I want to taste it this time while it's still hot," she cooed. Her gaze broke from my eyes and shifted to the stiff cock she was so lovingly stroking. "Ooh, it's magnificent. I bet it feels so good when it's twitching and cumming. I bet your cum is so lovely when it's still steaming hot. You're going to let me taste it aren't you? Please?" Her pleading voice was too much. My eyes clamped shut, my mouth gaped and my hands clenched her hair. I felt her mouth engulf me once again, twisting and sinking the length of my shaft just as my orgasm went into overdrive. Her nose planted itself in my pubic hair hand her cheeks caved as she sucked deeply while I pumped thick streams of cum down her throat. She was deep-throating me as I came, her swallowing only served to milk more jism out of me and sent my body into hysterics. When it finally ended I couldn't even support myself. I fell to the floor panting and shivering in the steaming shower. She smiled at me sweetly before she stood up to rinse her hair. When the water was turned off I followed her out of the shower stall and she wrapped us both up in a large, fluffy towel. We dried each other as we caressed our bodies from outside the soft terrycloth. I ran my hands down her back as she embraced me. I felt her warm breath on my chest as her head nuzzled into me. She pulled me tighter as I gave her smooth, tight ass a squeeze. My hands continued down and around the cleft of her thighs to find their inner recesses wet. The fact that they were slick told me she wasn't wet from the shower. When my fingers found the delicate lips that surrounded her pussy, she grabbed my wrist and pulled away. She shook her head at me and dried me off the rest of the way. "Sorry, tough guy, but you just came twice. There's probably zero chance you're going to go after it as hard as I'm gonna need it right now." I was disappointed. She had just rocked my world and I wanted to return the favor. Beyond that, I was dying to plant my head between those creamy thighs. "I want you to think about it good and hard," she breathed at me as she took a step back out of the bathroom. "Sleep on it," her hand cupping her breast, sliding down her sleek torso and wrapping under her crotch. She moaned briefly as her fingers slid over her sopping slit. "I'm going to go deal with a few, ahh, issues and then go to sleep. In the meantime, here's something for you to think about." With that her glistening finger rose to my face. She held them under my nose allowing me a sample of the musk rising off of them. She slid a finger across my upper lip leaving a trail of her musk there for me to smell before dipping her fingers into my mouth for me to suck clean. She looked at me with her bedroom eyes fixed on mine as she began to turn to walk out. "I'll see you in the morning, killer." With that she walked out. I was out of my mind. I could smell her as her juices still glistened on my upper lip. Every time I took a breath her tangy musk wafted up into my brain. I doubted I would sleep at all, but after the two rapid-fire super-orgasms I had just had I drifted off like a baby. I woke up the next morning with a raging erection courtesy of some vivid dreams I had had. My stepsister's erotic version of Vicks Vapo-rub had wafted into my mind throughout the night and fed my subconscious with the idea of eating that sweet pussy and subconscious in turn fed that to my rapidly moving eyes. I hopped in the shower and to clean up and head to school. The only problem was this near painful erection jutting out in front of me. I spent an extra few minutes washing it and like magic it went away. A few well-timed flicks of the wrist and the jism that Janey hadn't sucked out of me the night before went sloshing reluctantly down the drain. Emerging from the shower a much happier camper I bounced down the stairs to try to shove a bowl of cereal down my throat before I headed out the door. Dad was at the kitchen table tinkering with some odd mess of wires. "Hey champ," was his greeting as he looked up at me over his magnifying headset. "Any idea what's up with your sister? She flew out of here super early this morning with a huge grin on." "No idea, Pops," I lied as I poured milk over my preferred morning meal of peanut butter Cap'n Crunch. "Anyway, she's not really my sister, is she?" The thought of her actually being a relative now gave me the creeps for obvious reasons. "Settle down, slugger. I married her mom so get used to having her around." His comment was aimed at what he perceived to be my feelings of having my space invaded. As long as I didn't think of her as my sister, without the qualifying prefix of 'step' in front of it, I would have absolutely zero reservations about having her around for as long as she cared to stay. Jesus, I was ready to knock out my bedroom wall and let her have both rooms. "Anyway, she actually did pause long enough to ask me to tell you to come straight home from school because she needs you to give her a hand with something." I needed about two seconds to figure out what that meant. School that day was definitely better. I got a few strange looks and giggles indicating that Bitch-On-Wheels Amanda had shared her little secret with some friends. I couldn't have cared less. In truth I should have thanked her. If it wasn't for her the astoundingly beautiful young woman who lived conveniently across the hall from me would not have given me the blowjob of a lifetime the previous evening. I simply shot her the bird and walked on. I got home that afternoon practically buzzing with anticipation. Stepping through the front door was like walking into an electrical field. Janine had all but promised me an opportunity to plant my head between her thighs and wrap my lips around her delicious pussy. I only hoped I could get her off as hard as she had gotten me. I found her at the kitchen table. She was dressed to kill in sheer, loose purple skirt that terminated after only making half the trip from her ass to her knees. Just below her knees the boots began. Thin, soft leather the same color as her skirt oozed down her calves and continued on into thick heels and platformed soles. She was wearing a loose knit cardigan that strained at the lone button holding it closed. Under that was a tight baby-tee of light purple cotton. All the purple in her clothes set off the healthy blush of her fresh complexion. Her hair was tucked back in berets. She sat in a stool at the kitchen counter with her legs crossed reading a magazine and nursing a drink. She was adorable. She turned around to face me when she heard my bad hit the floor. Her face twisted into a wicked grin as she stood. She grabbed a sheet of paper sitting next to her magazine and walked towards me with a sway in her hips that screamed sex. "I've been waiting for you, you naughty thing," she cooed. "Don't you know not to keep a girl waiting?" She handed me the paper. It was a note from Miranda explaining how our parents would be detained on business most of the evening and would not be back until much later. As I read it Janine's hands laced around the base of my neck and she pulled herself to me. Her knee slid up my leg and her foot wrapped around behind me. "I've got a treat for you," she whispered in my ear. Her tongue quickly followed the words and I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. I could smell her already. Jesus she was ready to go and I was dying to get a taste. My hands slid around behind her and squeezed her ass. The smell of her perfume was driving me insane. "Oh God Janey, I only hope I can make you come as hard as you made me yesterday." I was crawling out of my skin. "Mmmm, I'm sure you will," she crooned as she nibbled at my jaw line. Then she abruptly pushed away from me. "But that will have to wait." Reading the shock and desperation in my face she followed with "Trust me, I've got something much better in mind." "What are you talking about? Are you trying to kill me?" "Not at all big brother. I just thought you might enjoy a little payback." She grabbed my hand and led me up to her room. Once there she turned on her computer. "See that little black wire?" She pointed to a little USB cable that ran from the back of machine and ran almost invisibly along the edge of the carpet to her closet. "Follow it and you'll find a surprise. Just keep my face out of it." At the end of the cable, perched on a folding chair in her closet was a digital camera. "Now sit down and wait like a good boy," she told me. "I promise you won't be disappointed." After I took my place she closed the door leaving it open just enough for me to have a full view of her bed and disappeared. As obvious as this situation may seem, my lust addled brain was confused. All the same I sat patiently for a half hour or so. It was ten that the situation began to clarify itself. I heard to sets of feet coming up the stairs and treading down the carpeted hall. The door opened and I heard Janine's voice. "You know, that shit you pulled with my stepbrother yesterday was NOT cool. Not at all." Good old Janey. Still sticking up for me. The next voice I heard almost made me lead for joy. "I'm sorry Janine." It was the sleek purr of Amanda Crawford. Her voice reminded me of an eight cylinder engine idling. Janine crossed my view. "Honestly, what the fuck were you thinking?" "I wasn't Janey, I'm sorry." There was a strange tone in Amanda's voice. She sounded like she was in heat. When she came into view she was shaking. "Well," Janine sounded like an angry drill sergeant. "Just how sorry are you? Do you have any idea how pissed he was? The shit I had to deal with? What are you going to do to make it up to me?" "Anything. Please don't be mad at me." Amanda was close to tears. "Anything, huh? Maybe we can work something out." Janine's voice took on the tone it had with me back in the living room. Any doubts I had about where this was going melted away as I lifted the camera to my eye and prepared to get even. "Strip, bitch." Amanda looked like a death row convict who just got a last minute reprieve from the governor. I could see Janine's boot clad legs at the side of the frame the closet door provided when she sat down. Amanda stood before her and slowly peeled the heavy sweater up over her shoulders and off. She was standing with her profile to me massaging her breasts through her sheer green bra. I snapped away at the digital camera. I watched the images appear slowly on the monitor across the room and realized that the pictures were going straight to the machine. I had carte blanche and went snap silly. "Keep going, we don't have all day," said Mistress Janine from her just-out-of-view perch. Her feet were planted on the floor and spread apart. I wondered if she had her hand in her crotch knowing what was going on. Her words sent a visible hot streak through Amanda. She bit her lip as her hand reached down to unzip her pleated plaid skirt. When it hit the floor she revealed her taste for matching bra and panty sets. Her panties were the same sheer green fabric as her bra. She stepped out of the skirt crumpled at her feet and was standing there as every mans fantasy. Her rich, wavy chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her large C-cup breasts heaved under their sheer restraints. Her delicate shoulders led to slender arms, the hands at the ends slowly caressed her own body. Goosebumps were the only blemishes on her golden, tanned skin. The deep caramel hue of her skin was brought out even further by the white thigh high stockings on her lithe legs, her dainty feet packaged in a pair of heavy soled black Mary Janes. "Knees!" barked Janine and Amanda complied. She was now kneeling with her profile to me. Janine was commanding her and she was more than willing to obey. "Show me how you please yourself," Janine said in a much softer tone. She sounded like she was getting pretty hot herself. Amanda slid her hand down into her panties and her fingers found her slit. She started to breath heavily as she massaged her pussy. "STOP!" Janine shouted and Amanda sat bolt upright. "I want to watch your chest heave while you do it. Face the closet and continue." Janine was brilliant. Whimpering Amanda turned and faced me without even knowing. Now she was kneeling in front of me. She leaned back on her free hand and spread her knees. Her fingers were clearly visible as she masturbated. I watched a finger disappear into her under the dark spot on the crotch of her panties. When Janine commanded her to take them off she did not hesitate. Now Amanda was spreading her bare coochie in front of me and masturbating. I couldn't help but rub my swollen cock through my jeans when I saw that she was shaved. She never heard the silent click of the digital shutter as I captured the whole thing on film. I heard a scraping sound and noticed Janine was pulling her chair in closer. Now her whole body except her head was in clear view. "Now Amanda, that was a very nice show, but you still need to be much nicer to me." Amanda was still lust crazed. Janine picked the perfect moment, interrupting just before Amanda came. Her head snapped in Janine's direction and she crawled over between her legs. She moved like a panther, sleek and predatory. Janine held up a boot-clad foot as Amanda approached. Amanda took the cue and unzipped the boot, exposing Janey's petite foot. Amanda hungrily lapped at the toes while she unzipped the other boot. One of Janine's hands was out of view, presumably at her mouth as she moaned at Amanda's attention. The other hand was grinding lazy circles in her crotch. Amanda watched her hand with dejected hunger. Taking the cue from the prostrate girls face Janine snorted "Oh? Do you think you can do a better job?" and stood. Amanda reached up and began to slip off her master's skirt as Janey reached down behind her and unhooked her bra. Amanda's heavy breasts swung free at the same moment I realized my stepsister didn't wear anything under her skirt for the occasion. Careful to respect Janine's orders to keep her face out of it, I couldn't help but make sure I got as many shots of this highly incriminating image as I could. Here was the most popular girl in school naked and on her knees removing the skirt of another girl. Once Janey stepped out of her skirt and sat back down it got even better. Amanda crawled up between her legs and ran her hands up under Janine's shirt. I could see her hands massaging my stepsister's tits as her face descended into Janey's lap. All I could see was Amanda's head slowly rocking in my stepsisters lap, but the sounds told me everything. The heavy slurping from Amanda and the soft cooing from Janine indicated that Amanda knew how to give another girl head; she was no stranger to Sappho. It wasn't long before Janine's hands were tugging at Amanda's hair and screaming. Her back arched up out of the chair and she slid out of it onto the floor. Amanda followed her all the way down like a hungry cat follows a saucer of milk. Janine was bucking and shoving her crotch into Amanda's face. When everything settled down Amanda gave Janine a tender kiss on the thigh and looked up. "So am I forgiven now?" "Well I forgive you," responded Janine. "And I don't really think my brother will have an issue anymore since he's been in the closet taking pictures this whole time." Amanda laughed. Then Janine pointed to the computer. The screen was full of thumbnailed pictures of Amanda Crawford eating pussy. Amanda's jaw dropped, she was no longer laughing. When I stepped out of the closet she just stared at me. She blushed but made no attempt to cover herself. I guess she found the point moot considering I just photographed her giving my stepsister head. After a moment she just walked out of the room. Janey and I heard her go into the bathroom and run the shower. No Blood No Foul Ch. 2 "Wow Janey, I had no idea." I was truly shocked. I never figured either of them for the type. "Well it's true, nobody knows how to give a girl head like another girl," Janine pointed out. "I've known that for a while. The second I saw Amanda I had to have her and as luck would have it she was in on the same secret." Janine was grinning ear to ear and positively glowing as she stripped out of her sweater and tee shirt. "I'll tell ya," she stated as she stepped towards me, wrapping her arms around me, "the orgasms are mind bending, but they lack a certain something." She pressed her firm naked body to me. She slithered against me as her mouth found my ear again. "It's missing a certain 'substance,'" she whispered as her fingers began to lower my fly. "They leave you feeling 'empty,' you know?" Her hand crept into my jeans and wrapped around my rock hard shaft. "What do you say big brother, feel like helping a girl out? Seems like you're, ah, up to the task." No Blood No Foul Ch. 3 Life just doesn’t get much better than this. I had everything I needed to keep Amanda Crawford in her place, namely a whole bunch of pictures of her eating pussy. She was now in the shower trying to wash of the shame and embarrassment like I was the day before. I had gotten a huge, almost painful bone watching her and my stepsister go at it and now there was a naked blonde hotty stroking my cock and begging me to fuck her. Janine was pulling me tighter, chewing on my ear, all the while whispering to me “c’mon big brother, fill me up.” My knees buckled as the head of my cock stroked between her sopping labia, rubbing the head over her engorged clit. All of a sudden she stopped. She pulled back away and looked at me in astonishment. I barely had time to lament my turn of luck when she said “actually, I have a much better idea.” She grabbed me by the hand and led my out of the room. When we opened the bathroom door we saw Amanda in the shower. Her back was to us and her ass was planted against the frosted glass shower door. Her hand was between her legs and she was masturbating frantically. Obviously her escapade with my stepsister left her more wanting than Janine. Janine turned to me and put her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet and then pantomimed for me to strip. I was too horny to not follow along. Janine walked to the shower and threw the door open. Before Amanda could turn around Janine had her by the wrists and flung her hands up around behind her neck. Amanda whimpered with the denial of pleasure but began to moan when Janine’s lips found her neck. Janine spun them both around and leaned back against the shower wall. She wedged her feet in between Amanda’s and forced her legs as far open as they would go as she slid them to the lip of the shower. Amanda’s eyes never opened until Janine leaned into her ear, looked at me and said, “Fuck me.” Amanda opened her eyes and saw me naked sauntering toward them with a raging erection in my hand. Janine smiled wickedly past her head as I stepped in there with them. Amanda’s lip trembled as she felt the heat from my cock pass her needing pussy to rub between my stepsister’s labia. Janine gasped as the head of my member pierced her nether lips and Amanda squealed as the shaft of my cock slid over her starving cunt. I began to thrust into Janine as the remainder of my rod rubbed against Amanda. Her labia twitched, it felt like they were trying to grab my and pull me in. “Mmm, it feels sooooo good to get fucked after having my pussy eaten big brother.” Janine was speaking to Amanda as much as to me, rubbing it in good that she was getting tortured, not allowed to cum. She was really hamming it up. “Oh Jesus, it’s so fucking hot,” her head tossing back in the spray of the shower. Amanda was whimpering. She looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m so sorry, please fuck me, I can’t take it.” Janine’s pussy was throbbing around the super-sensitive upper portion of my cock and I was building rapidly to orgasm after the show I had earlier. My thrusting became erratic and my breathing heavier. As my orgasm encroached Janine read the look on my twisting face. “I have a surprise for the both of you,” she hissed through her now familiar wicked grin. Her hands darted to Amanda’s shoulders and pushed down. Amanda dropped quickly to her knees, forcing me out of Janine’s velvet pussy. I was ready to burst as Janine reached down and squeezed Amanda’s generous C-cup tits around my member. I jerked my hips up twice between Amanda’s breasts before I lost it. Amanda looked down in desperation as I began to cum. The first rope of jizm shot out of me and splattered across her face with an audible smack. “Yeah, that’s right piggy, take it all over your face.” Amanda looked up at me with a look of astonishment and disappointment as I continued to cum. My load shot forcibly onto her chin until it slowed to a trickle that dribbled across her tits. I fell back in a heap on the bathroom floor. Janine began to laugh as she released Amanda and stepped over her. Through my haze I watched as Amanda’s hands flew to her throbbing cunt and she tried to shove as much of it as she could into it. The thumb from her other hand jabbed at her clit as she desperately tried to get herself off. Janine stood over me and pressed my face to her crotch. I leaned my head forward and gave her fragrant slit a kiss eliciting a sigh and a shudder from my stepsister. “When you come back to your senses, meet me in your room so you can finish what you started.” With that she grabbed a towel and slithered out of the room leaving me to enjoy the show as Amanda ground furiously at her pussy. When she was gone Amanda looked at me, tears streaming from her eyes. “Help me, please,” was all she could choke out through her sobbing. Janine had done a better job torturing her than maybe even she knew. Amanda was a mess; hips bucking on the floor of the shower as the water pelted against her. Her sparse makeup was streaming down her face as her hands flew frantically between her legs. She looked pathetic. I felt I had to do something despite all the embarrassment she put me through. I looked around the bathroom and saw my robe on the back of the door. I slipped off the belt and walked over to the shower where Amanda was huddled on the floor blindly flailing at her crotch, desperate to cum. I grabbed her wrists as she fought limply against me pulling her hands from her swollen, pulsing pussy. I yanked her to her feet and pinned her against the shower wall. I tied her wrists together with the belt from my rope and then bound her to the showerhead, smiling in her face the whole way. When she was bound securely I stepped back and took in the image. Amanda Crawford naked and tied to the showerhead in my bathroom. Water flooded over her shoulders, her hair a wild soaking mess. Her flawless breasts heaving on her chest as she verged on hyperventilating. She was twisting and writhing against the terrycloth belt that held her hands helplessly above her. Her thighs pressed together as she tried to get herself off any way she could. She looked in my direction but I doubt she saw anything. Her eyes were glassed over, her jaw hung slack. I moved in and nipped at her ear. “Looks like you could use a hand,” I whispered to her. She whimpered and nodded her head in response. “Would you like me to eat your pussy?” Another nod. “I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t hear you.” “Yes,” she croaked. “Ask nicely,” I said as I stepped in front of her. I placed my hands on her shaved mound and rubbed gentle circles. “Oh God, please eat my pussy,” Amanda pleaded, “I need to cum so badly.” “Why is that?” I asked as I slowly dropped to my knees. “Because your cock made me so horny.” Her voice spasmed into a moan as my tongue flicked over her swollen clit. “Oh? You mean the same cock you took a picture of me stroking?” I asked with a hint of acid. “I’m so sorry. Please let me cum. I can’t take this.” I took that as penitential and pulled her labia back between my lips. Her leg lifted and her knee crooked behind my head pulling my face into her crotch. Her pussy was soaked and almost uncomfortably hot against my lips. I stuck my tongue into her pussy briefly before I sucked her clit into my mouth. She was bucking against my face violently. The orgasm came quickly, almost immediately as my tongue flicked the clit I was sucking. The scream that accompanied her orgasm was earsplitting. I continued to lap at her for a moment before I stood. She hung limp and her body weight threatened to pull the showerhead off the wall. I untied her from that and moved her to the shower doorframe and just let her hang. When I got back to Janine’s room she was laid out on her bed. She looked up at me with a grin. “So, you big softie, how’s Amanda doing?” she asked. “Oh, she should be fine. How about you?” I asked. She was a bit flushed. She hadn’t cum when we fucked in the shower. “Come here and find out.” I sauntered over to the bed and flopped down next to her. Her fingers came up to my lips and slid between them. They were covered in her own smooth juices. She tasted just as sweet as she did the night before, I could even taste a hint of Amanda lingering on her fingers as well. “Now, if you can spare the time, I thought you might help me out as well.” Her hand slid down to her crotch and across her wet cunt. Once it was nice and wet it traveled the short distance to my now re-awakening member. I sighed as her slick hand curled around me and stroked gently. Within moments I was rock hard again. She felt me stiffen in her hand and gripped me much more tightly as she pulled, guiding me toward her. I went with her and climbed on top as she rolled onto her back beneath me. I could feel the warmth of her sex as I encroached. We both gasped as the head of my cock made contact with her slick pussy. She groaned as she rubbed the head of my cock over her clit before I leaned my weight forward and slipped in. The day’s activities must have left her fairly close to orgasm as well; I could feel her pussy grip me tightly as I entered. Her eyes widened as she clamped down on me almost painfully. Her hands locked around the base of my neck, pulling her slightly up off the bed. Her eyes slammed shut as her head flew back. The cute blonde bob was tussled beyond recognition giving my stepsister the look of a wild animal as I slowly slid further and further into her. When felt my pubic bone butt up against hers at the same moment I felt the hard ring of her cervix against the head of my cock she pulled closer to me and opened her eyes. “Jesus, don’t move. It’s huge, I have to get used to it.” She wriggled her hips for a moment and I felt her pussy settling around my manhood. A smile stretched across her lips as our interlocked bodies fused. I could feel pussy molding itself to my unit and she sighed as we achieved what I can only describe as a perfect fit. Janine slowly began to pull herself up the length of my shaft until only the head remained inside her. She grinned at me wickedly as she swiveled her hips. Her excruciatingly tight pussy swirled around the sensitive head of my cock sending electric charges up my spine. Then she dropped back down, forcefully impaling herself on my cock. I began to thrust into her slowly and methodically and she started to tremble. We had fucked briefly a few minutes ago and had been rubbing herself since so she was close. “Holy shit, your cock is amazing,” she told me through her panting. “Why didn’t we start doing this sooner?” She pulled hard to the side and quickly flipped us so that she was riding me. I was amazed at how quickly and fluidly this was done, I barely realized what was happening. I felt her already tight pussy begin to contract violently as my stepsister began to cum. Curiously I also felt a warm soft sensation sliding across my balls. I tore my gaze from Janine’s tight rack to look around her and saw that Amanda had freed herself from the shower and come to join us. She was slowly lapping away at my sack as Janey bounced up and down on my manhood. When her orgasm abated she lowered herself onto me until I was fully ensconced in her glorious box. She ground away slowly on my cock and smiled at me. “How much gas do you have left in the tank big brother?” she asked through her grin, “’cause it looks like Amanda bought a ticket too.” Sure enough the gentle lapping quickly subsided and Amanda’s hands appeared under Janey’s luxurious tits. “Feel like swapping?” Amanda asked Janine as she swung around in front. She straddled my waist facing my stepsister and they kissed as Janey pulled up and off me. She dropped down and out of view for a moment but I was instantly notified of where she had gone as I felt her tongue trace its way down my shaft to my tight sac. A hand wrapped around my member as Amanda lifted up and prepared to be penetrated by my thick manhood. As soon as the head touched her lips the length of my cock disappeared into her. “Oh my God Janey, how did you not get split in half?” I heard a wet smack as my stepsister pulled her mouth from my balls. “Yeah, isn’t it great?” She went back to work on my nuts. The sensation was incredible. With my limited (read ‘pretty much non-existent’) experience I was in no way prepared for this. Amanda had an amazing pussy, slick and tight, and she knew how to use it. She was pumping up and down, gripping and releasing my shaft. At the same time Janine’s expert mouth was going to town on my balls. It was almost beyond belief, but even after the sexual rampage I had been on the past two days I was rapidly building to yet another tremendous orgasm. “Oh, you lucky bitch,” Janine hissed at Amanda, who must’ve have been getting close herself as her contractions were becoming more and more random and uncontrolled. She was unable to vocalize a response. “After all that shit you pulled, you’re the one he’s going to cum in.” Her fingers squeezed my balls gently as she paused to lick them. “You should feel how tight his sac is, he’s gonna blow any second.” Janine went back to work licking my nuts and Amanda’s hand came down and helped her out by rubbing them. That was all I could take. I grabbed Amanda by the hips and plunged my whole length into her. My hips pounded into her violently as Janine struggled to keep her lips locked onto my sac. My cock spasmed heavily as I came like a thoroughbred. Amanda turned her head back and smiled at me as she spoke. “What do you think, better than your hand?” My back arched and my muscles locked as rope after rope of cum shot into her. I was still cumming as she laid back onto my chest, my cock popping out still squirting cum. I looked down to see a thick rope splatter across Janine’s face before she gobbled my unit into her mouth, sucking me dry. When I finally came back to earth Janine traveled the short distance from my crotch to Amanda’s to finish the job off there and sucked hungrily at her sloppy pussy. I laid there afterward realizing that I had gone from the schools designated loser to the envy of every male student there. I was lying between the two most attractive girls in the school, they were leaning over me as Amanda licked the streak of my cum off my stepsisters face, their hands were wrapped around my spent cock slowly trying to massage it back to life. When Janine’s face was clean, they kissed briefly before she sank down and once more began to gently suckle at my unit. Amanda brought my hand to her breasts and kissed me. I was beginning to lament the fact that no one would ever know about my accomplishment when Amanda said the most startling thing of a very surprising week. “God, wait ‘til the girls at school hear about this. I think you’re going to be very popular.”