2 comments/ 67523 views/ 12 favorites My New Sister Ch. 02 By: dealerofhandoffate I didn't get a lot of feedback from my last story but what I did get was positive enough to write another chapter of "My New Sister." * * * I woke up alone in my bed the next morning. Giving the evidence before me I had to think that the previous nights events were just a dream. But what a wonderful dream it was. Meeting my half sister for the first time and then her coming on to me and having the best fuck I've had in a long time, maybe even ever. God she was gorgeous. Perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect tits, ass, and pussy, I wish I really did have her to myself. Well, no sense living in a dream. I got out from under the covers and opened my bedroom door getting ready to take a shower. When I stepped out in to the hall I heard something coming from the living room. I didn't think that I had left my t.v. on last night but I must have. I went to go check it out and when I got a look at the living room my heart started racing as I realized that last night was no dream. My sister, Jennifer was watching t.v. and lying seductively naked on the couch like she was posing for a magazine. I walked closer and she sat up to make room for me next to her. "Good morning little brother. Did you sleep well?" "Slept great. Haven't slept that well in a long time. Something must have worn me out." "I wonder what might have done that? Anyway I could tell that you have a nice dream," she said while looking at my crotch. It was then I realized that I was completely naked and walking around with my everyday morning-wood. I tried to play it off like I got my dick nice and hard for her. "Well I thought that after last night you might some more of my cock stuffed inside your pussy and decided to get an early start to our dirty fucking." "Ooo, you're such a horny little boy. I guess that big sis is just going to have to fuck and suck her little brother until he just doesn't have anymore cum in his balls." With that she bent down and wrapped her hand around my cock and started to take it in her mouth. It felt terrific especially since it was a little sensitive from last night, but that made it all the more enjoyable. She only took my cockhead into her mouth but while she was sucking and licking it she was also jerking me off and fondling my balls. It felt great, I couldn't get enough and wanted nothing more than to sit back and enjoy the pleasure. Then I realized that I wouldn't be a good sex partner for her and reached my hand around her chest and grabbed her breast. I started squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple like I couldn't get enough of just a few short hours ago. Jennifer took her lips off my cock and while still slowly jerking me off gave me a look and a smile that said, "You and your titty fetish." I just gave her one quick hard squeeze in return for her gesture that gave her a jolt and got her all the more excited. After our little delay she went back to working on my cock, but she had a little surprise for me. "Watch this," she said. I looked at her and pulled her hair aside so I could get a good look at her mouth and she slowly put her lips on my cockhead and proceeded to SLOWLY move her lips all the way down my shaft. I could just moan my pleasure and enjoy the show as I watched her hungry lips devour all eight inches. But that wasn't the end of it. She kept my cock in her throat and just for a few heavenly seconds I could feel her throat muscles stimulating my cock. The feeling was incredible. It lasted only a precious short moment but it seemed to go on forever. I watched her head come back up and release me from her warm wet grasp. "Enjoy that?" she asked while wrapping her hand around my cock again and jerking me slowly. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" "Just something that I picked up through my years." "Well it almost made my cum right down your throat." "Then hold on little brother because I'm going to make you cum in my mouth, and you're going to watch me swallow every drop." She replaced her mouth around my cock and went on sucking me faster than before. The combination of her mouth and her hand jacking me off ensured that I wasn't going to last much longer, in fact I could my orgasm building up already. I still had hold of her breast but it wasn't so much that I could play with it, more like I was holding on for dear life. Her mouth started moving faster as she sensed my impending orgasm. I leaned my head back, feeling the pleasure and had to let go of her titty as Jennifer moved from her position of lying belly down on the couch to a kneeling position between my legs on the floor. I was going to cum soon and we both knew it. "Oh Jennifer, I'm going to fucking cum, I'm going to fucking cum in your mouth! I want to see you take every fucking drop in your mouth and swallow it down! Oh fuck, Jennifer, I'm fucking cumming!!!" She took her mouth off of my cock and starting jerking me off like crazy, pointing my cock towards her open mouth. Staying true to my word, I shot a load of white creamy man-seed onto her waiting tongue and in her mouth. One spurt, two, three, four fucking spurts of cum shot out of my cock. Jennifer kept her promise as well. With a pool of cum on her tongue I watched as she pulled it back into her mouth, closed her eyes and swallowed every drop of cum that was shot from my cock. After, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as if to say, "All gone." "Mmmmm, delicious. My little brother has such tasty cum. He's also a little bit messy. I’m going to have to clean him up." The mess she was referring to was the few drops of cum that landed around her mouth, which she promptly licked off, and the last bit of cum oozing out of my still hard dick. Jennifer wrapped her lips around my dick and with her tongue licked my cockslit to make sure she got every drop of cum out of me and down her throat that she could. When she was sure she was done she got off her knees and sat next to me on the couch. "Thanks, Jennifer, that was one fucking great blowjob." "Nothing's too good for my family, I was happy to do it." We moved our lips forward and embraced in a passionate kiss. When our mouths opened and our tongues met, I could taste a little of my own cum on her tongue, but for the most part, she had swallowed it all. I moved my hand again towards her breast but she slapped my hand away before I could make contact. "Hold on a second there big boy. We got a long day in front of us and before we get started, we should eat some breakfast." Couldn't argue, I was starving from last night's romp. I nodded my head and watched Jennifer shake her naked ass as she walked into the kitchen and started making both of us a hot breakfast to energize us for the day ahead. * * * I have never before had any difficulty eating a meal before. While Jennifer was cooking breakfast I got up and told her that I was going to put on some underwear before I sat down at the table. But she forbid it and insisted that we sat naked at the table. The entire time that I was eating, Jennifer kept rubbing her foot against my hardening cock and couldn't take my eyes off her tits. When we both had our fill she insisted that I relax at the table while she cleaned the dishes. When she came to pick up my plate she teased me with a little kiss and gently rubbed her tits in my face and gave me a close up look at her beautiful pussy. I couldn't help myself. I had a raging hard on and a naked beautiful goddess who was teasing me with everything she had. While she was standing over the sink cleaning plates I quietly snuck up behind her, pressed my chest to her back, reached around to grab both tits and placed kisses all over her neck. I must have successfully snuck up on her because when I grabbed her she dropped a plate in the sink, breaking it. I couldn’t care less though, I could always replace it. I had in my hands what I truly wanted. Her skin felt so soft and silky against my own that I didn't want to break away from her. My gropes and kisses met her approval and she vocalized it with soft moans that also turned me on even more. I placed kisses on every spot imaginable on her neck, and when I ran out of space I moved onto her shoulders. I looked into the sink and noticed that she had the water still running with steam rising from the bottom of the sink. I thought that it was appropriate since neither of us felt hotter than right now. I took my left hand and removed it from her breast, much to her disappointment, and turned off the hot water, leaving just cold water in the sink. After waiting just a few seconds, confident that the water had cooled off, I released her other breast and both hands under the very cold water. When I released my grip on her tits, Jennifer opened her eyes wondering what was happening. When she gazed at my hands being soaked in wet under the water. She looked back at me, playfully biting her lower lip as if she knew what was coming next. I pulled my cold wet hands out from under the running water and replaced them on her warm breasts. I got my intended response with a back-straightening gasp and an, "Oh my God." My hands were cold enough that while I was pinching her nipples I could feel them getting stiffer in between my fingertips. The sensation must have been amazing because Jennifer stood up straight for what seemed like forever. When the feeling subsided she said to me, "That was so mean, freezing my poor titties like that." "Don't give me that shit, I saw the look on your face. You liked it you little bitch." "What did you call me, you little cocksucker?" she said with a grin on her face. "You heard me, Whore." "Oh, if I didn't like your cock so much and couldn't get enough of this incestuous love I'd cut you off right now. But you're also just so damn cute with your hard cock and always playing with my tits. You can fuck me anytime," and she reached her arm up and around my neck to pull my head down and kiss her again. "How about right now? You standing over the sink, me fucking you from behind, you want that?" Since I was standing up against her back, my dick was already between her legs and rubbing up against her pussy. It wouldn't take much maneuvering to enter her steamy velvety grip. "God, you're so horny. Didn't that blowjob tide you over until at least lunch?" "I just can't get enough when it's your body sis." "That's so fucking cheesy, but it'll work," she said with a smile, giggle, and a kiss. I grabbed my cock about halfway down and guided it into the hole that it had fucked just a few short hours ago. As I was entering her I could see her skin get covered in goose bumps in anticipation of fucking her brother for the second time in less than twelve hours. "Don't be fucking gentle with me, Johnny. I want to feel that meat fucking my pussy and your balls slapping up against me!" That was all the encouragement I needed. I didn't fuck at top speed, but rather a nice steady pace. Jennifer was standing with her hands leaning against the counter, holding her up. I was, of course, behind her fucking her lovely pussy with my hands on her waist and even though I was behind her and looking at her back and not her beautiful face, I have to tell you that the view was still great. With each thrust that forced as much as my cock into her pussy that could fit, I had my choice of either seeing her hair bounce up and down, her ass cheeks jiggle, or see just a little of her titties bounce as well. Like I said, it was such a great view and I found that my eyes were moving more and more towards her lovely ass. Thinking that if she'll fuck her own brother, then maybe a little bit of rough play wouldn't be out of the question. So without breaking motion I lifted my right hand up from her waist, picked right where I wanted it, and then *SMACK*! I could see a little red mark on her ass where my hand had impacted, and I could her a little "Ummm," escape Jennifer's lips. But that wasn't the only word that escaped her mouth. "Oh yeah, spank me Johnny, I've been a bad girl. I deserve a spanking." "What makes you *SMACK* such a bad little girl?" *SMACK* "I'm a bad girl because *SMACK* ooo, I let my little brother *SMACK* ah, fuck me. And the worst part is that I can't get enough. *SMACK* Ummm, I want his big meaty cock to make me *SMACK* CUM! I'm such a bad little girl." *SMACK* One last time, then I thrust all the way into her and stopped. Before she could react I reached both my hands around her chest, grabbed hold of her tits and pulled her against me. I moved my mouth next to her ear and started to taunt her. "You want to cum, Jennifer, is that what you told me? You want me to make you cum?" "Yes, Johnny, please make me cum, I was so close before you stopped." "Then beg me, beg me like the brother-seducing whore that you are." "Please, Johnny, please make me cum, I'm so fucking close, I can feel a big orgasm inside me, please make me cum. If you make me cum Johnny, I'll let you play with my tits as much as you want. I'll let you suck them, lick them, squeeze them, pinch my nipples, anything, just make me fucking cum brother." "Now how can I refuse that offer? Tell me Jennifer, fucking you from behind, what can I do that will make you cum so hard that you won't forget it?" "If you spank my ass and tweak my nipple I'll scream so loud your neighbors will think someone's being killed in here," she said sort of sheepishly. Was she just playing along or did she really, really want to cum? My left hand stayed where it was, on her ample breast with my thumb and index finger doing what she said, pinching and tweaking her nipple. I let go of her right breast with my other hand and slowly moved it down her side, resting it on her ass. I whispered in her ear that I wanted another kiss. She turned her head around as much as possible and I pressed my lips to hers. While our lips were locked, I lifted my hand off her ass and quickly brought it back down, slapping her ass and starting fucking her again. I did exactly like she said; I fucked with a steady motion, tweaked her nipple with one hand and smacked her ass with the other. And from the noises escaping her lips, it was working like a charm. The moaning coming from her was music to my ears and I wanted nothing more than to make her cum, I wanted her pussy juices to sock my cock. With every thrust I could hear my balls slap against her lovely clit and I loved watching her ass jiggle with every slap. I was fucking my sister and loving every second of it. Every time my cock entered her warm love hole, I had to see her beautiful body in motion. I had to see her ass shake, her tits jiggle, her hair bouncing up and down, the more everything shook, the more confident enough I was that every thrust was doing it's duty and bringing her pleasure. And as if the sights in front of me weren't enough, the words coming out of her mouth were just as reassuring. "Oh, Johnny, fuck me, Johnny, *SMACK* oh fuck me hard! *SMACK* "Mmm, your cock feels so big in me, *SMACK* it's filling my pussy, stretching me out *SMACK*! Spank me, Johnny, *SMACK* spank my ass *SMACK* I've been a bad girl and I need to be *SMACK* spanked!! Oooo, spank me, fuck me, *SMACK* pinch my nipple, it all feels so fucking good!! It makes me want to cum, please make cum, I want to cum, I need to cum, please make me fucking cum, Johnny!! I need to cum!!" Her left hand was on top of mine on her breast. She was pressing down against it in the grips of passion and the make sure I didn't let go and stop playing with her nipple. Her right hand was between her legs, playing with her clit, helping to bring her climax sooner. But no matter how soon it came, it couldn't come soon enough for her. She needed to release, and she let me know it. "Oh, Johnny, just a little more, I'm *SMACK* almost there, I'm gonna cum, make me cum, *SMACK* I'm gonna cum, I need to, please, *SMACK* I'm gonna...I'm gonna...I'm...I'm, I'm cumming!! OH FUCK, I'M CUMMMMMINNNNGGGGG!!!!" Her orgasm was not only mind-blowing, but knee buckling as well. In the midst of her orgasm her knees gave out on her and on instinct I pulled out and wrapped my hands around her waist to try and catch her. But her fall caught me by such surprise that I couldn't keep her standing and her momentum brought us both to the kitchen floor. "Jen, are you alright?" Her response was sparse, in between her gasping for air, "Yeah, I'm fine. Oh God, I've never cum so hard in my life." Lying on the floor we were in the same position that we were standing up, me behind her facing her backside. When I readjusted myself on the floor, my cock ended up grazing against her pussy. This brought a revelation to her head. "Oh my, you didn't cum did you?" I shook my head. "That effort can't go unrewarded. Lie on your back and I'll ride you to till you cum." Who was I to argue, I wanted to cum just as bad as she did only she beat me to it. I did what she said and laid flat out on the kitchen floor. I watched her get up and straddle my body. She grabbed my cock and pointed it at her pussy. Slowly she began to lower herself onto me. When I began to penetrate, I could hear her start to groan and wince. "What's wrong? You look like your hurting." "It's nothing. My pussy's just a little sensitive from my orgasm. Don't worry about it, I want you to cum," and she continued to engulf my cock. Before she could completely take me in I placed my hands under her thighs and lifted her off of me. "What are you doing?" I guided her thighs north enough of my crotch so that when she rested herself she would just miss my cock. Then I wrapped my hands around her back and pulled her towards me. "As much as I would love nothing more than for your pussy to make me cum, I can't make you go through the pain. Let your pussy rest." "But you need to cum." "And I want to cum, but we have the whole day ahead of us to fuck. I love you Jennifer and I can't hurt you in any way." It sounded so stupid as I repeated the lines in my head but got the results I wanted. A smile on her face and her lips touching mine. "I love you, brother." * * * What a busy morning they had. And there's still the afternoon and evening before Jennifer goes home. Gee, I wonder how they would say goodbye? I won't have any motivation to tell you unless I get some feedback. Until next time remember, If you don't like the hand of fate you were dealt, ask the Dealer for some new cards. My New Sister Ch. 02 II – Girls night out It has been a few rather oppressive weeks from the day Cindy had caught David in her room. At first he was worried that his parents would notice his arm and leg hair missing, or hear him practicing a feminine voice at nights, but he hadn't any need to worry. Just like many parents as long as their kids were healthy, they glossed over everything else. His relationship with Cindy stayed the same as it always was. Well mostly. Mostly she ignored him the way she always did, except recently she seemed to be flaunting herself more. Striking sexier poses, wearing petite outfits that barely covered her. David could only shake his head and convince himself that it was all in his imagination. As the long weekend neared the rarest of things occurred. The whole family was found sitting together at the breakfast table. The conversations were as always fairly idle. How was college? More eggs? Did you see this or that? David was struck board until their mother Carol asked, "What are you up to this weekend?" David's head jerked to attention as a little panic swept through him. With a sigh of relief he realized that she was talking to Cindy. Starring he waited anxiously for her answer, hoping it would involve him in some way. "Mm," Cindy said through her toast. "My friend Samantha is having a girl's weekend at her place." "That sounds fun." "How about you dear?" "Damn," David thought. "I guess I'll try to get a head in some of my classes." He was already ahead, but they didn't need to know that. It was all he ever did now. His friends from high school had moved off to colleges out of the city, and although they chatted and gamed online, it never involved him leaving the house. "I think your father and I will probably have a nice quiet weekend by the pool." After additional pleasantries, they all moved off in their respective ways. David couldn't help to shoot his sister a dirty envious look as they left. She only smiled back "see you on Monday Dave!" The morning put David in a horrible mood all day. He snapped at people constantly and worse yet, couldn't focus on his classes. When his last class finally let out it was all he could do not to run for the door. The house was empty when he got back. His parents would still be at work, but usually Cindy could be found catching some rays by the pool. "All ready off," he thought bitterly to himself. Stalking off to his room he was stunned out of his thoughts. Standing motionless he took the sight in front of him in. On his bed laid a sexy cut deep red V neck blouse cut to show the midriff, a plaid skirt, his pulse quickening as he realized it was the same skirt from two weeks ago. On the skirt was a nice pair of lacy panties, stocking and matching bra. By the bed lay a pair of three inch black leather boots. Fingering the fabrics he couldn't wait to try it all on. Closing his door tightly he quickly undressed. Happy that he had waxed himself last night he took great pleasure as the cool fabrics brushed his skin. All set he struck a pose in front of his mirror. He felt great, as he twisted from side to side. "There she is!" Startled David spun around, to see his sister coming through the door. She was dressed to kill. A pair of lacy sandals weaved up her calf accompanied by a super-mini gave her the longest legs he had seen. The outfit was completed by a tight corset screaming cleavage. "Come on Dawn, we have to get you ready or we'll be late." Somewhat confused he followed her into her room as she sat him down to do his make-up. "A girl should really know how to her own make up. You should be glad I love my little sister enough to do this." David couldn't help but smile, which hindered things a bit. But slowly Cindy worked her magic and completed his transformation with the same wig from weeks ago. Staring into the mirror he, no she truly felt like Dawn. The night progressed like Dawn imagined. Everyone chatted idly as movies played unwatched on the TV. Copious amounts of alcohol were consumed, and she was terrified and kept just on the outside of the group. But all in all, it was the best night she could remember having in a long time. By 10:30 it was decided to hit the bar. Dawn was so buzzed that it took almost no convincing to get out on the dance floor with Cindy and the girls and show herself off. Halfway into the first song, Cindy's best friend Sam, pulled Dawn off to the side. "Com'ere girl, let me show you how to show off properly!" Gyrating to the music, Samantha pressed her ass and back into Dawn. "Like this," She whispered in her ear as she slid down to the music, then up twisting and sliding her hands around Dawn. "It's like sex with clothes. Remember you're in control. Tease and leave is my motto! Now you try." Dawn turned around trying to find the beet and copy Sam. Samantha's hands guiding her as she flowed with the music. "Not bad girl, keep going!" After a few songs they returned to the group who had found another group of guys. Sam immediately paired off leaving Dawn alone and a bit unsure. Trying to relax, she continued to dance to the music like Sam showed her. A few songs and drinks later Dawn didn't even notice she was dancing with someone else until she saw her sister smiling at her. Looking back she recognized one of the guys their group had been dancing with. Panic, well dulled by the alcohol slowly brought Sam's words back to her. "Tease and leave," rang through her head. Deciding to have fun with it, she danced as Sam taught her, Staying in control and when he got grabby, she slid away to the group adrenalin pumping and continued her grind with Sam. "You go Girl!" she cried. The group filtered off through the night. Some hooking up, others leaving to find their own beds. "We'll I'm about ready to go too," Cindy yelled over the music. "Cool," replied Samantha. "I'll call the cab, meet you outside!" Holding hands the two sisters elbowed through the crowed until they found the fresh air outside. "Having fun Dawnie?" Dawn just smiled. "You know," Cindy continued, "I was afraid you were going to be introverted all night. The girls like you, you know. Sam really likes you too." Cindy's wink was cut a short as Samantha grouped her from behind. Kissing Cindy's neck, causing her to squeal. "Here it comes. You girls are coming back to my place right?" "Definitely!" Cindy Cooed. "Besides all our stuffs there." "What stu-" Dawn managed before they piled in to the cab. The ride was quiet as Dawn played the night over in her head. Coming out of her reverie she realized why the others were not talking. Her sister who "sat" on the other side of Sam had her tongue down her throat and her hands desperately kneading Sam's breasts. Dawn could only watch as the two went at it. Noting that the Cabbie was also paying more attention to the two girls than the road. Her feelings of being left out again were quashed as Sam's free hand began to caress her thighs. Slowly brushing at first, then kneading them in time with Cindy's attention on her tits, then digging in as she drew closer to climax. Dawn's hand reached out tentatively to caress Sam's free breast, and was rewarded with a stifled moan. When the two finally broke their kiss Sam reached up and pulled Dawn's mouth to hers. Passion and alcohol exploded inside Dawn as she kissed Sam desperately, broken only by the squeal of the breaks as they reached Sam's house. "No charge girls." The cabbie said with a grunt. "Anyone for a night cap?" Sam offered, pulling out a half empty bottle of wine they had left before hitting the bar. "Sure!" Cindy said as she rummaged in a large bag. When they were all comfortable around Sam's small table, Cindy finally pulled out what she was hiding. "Standard rules?" she asked laying the strap-on on the table. "hmm," why don't we play spin the bottle. "First point gets the strap, second," she giggled, "gets the strap!" The now empty bottle of wine sun quickly around the table as all three watched it slowly stop on Dawn. "Here you go Dawnie! A night of many firsts!" Sam laughed again and set the bottle spinning between the remaining two. "Damn," Sam cursed as the bottle pointed to Cindy. "I was hoping for that one. Getting kinda horny here." "Don't worry babe," Cindy smiled, "I'll help you there." Smiling back Sam replied, "Now that I think of it, it would be fun to watch your sister fuck you as you eat me." Sam and Dawn embraced passionately, Sam lifting Dawns skirt up to allow Cindy access to slip on the strap-on. Secured, Sam knelt down licking the thick shaft of the strap on, then slowly working it in inch by inch into her mouth. A sharp slap on the ass brought her attentions to a halt. "You made the rules!" Cindy smiled, now naked except for her lacy sandles. "Now back off." Cindy quickly took Samantha's place and copied her ministrations on Dawn. With one last lick she slipped back to lie down in front of Dawn. Pushed beyond all reason, Dawn needed no further invite and as she followed her sister onto the floor, carefully slipping the moist strap-on in. "oh, fuck yeah." Cindy cried, as Dawn slowly worked the strap deeper into her sisters love. "Harder Dawnie! Fuck Me!" "God that's fucking hot," Sam cheered from the side, ripping off her remaining close. Already passed her first orgasm and working towards a second, Cindy opened her eyes to see Samantha's slit above her. Eagerly she pulled her in only slightly disappointed not to be able to see Sam and her sister frenching on top of her. Channeling her second orgasm into a low moan she slowly started to lick circles around Sam's swollen lips. "Ah-fuck, Cin that's-" was all Sam could get out before she had to bury her face into Dawn's neck to stifle her screams. After her orgasm rocked through her body she pulled away. "Switch!" Swiftly changing places Samantha slid under Dawn, helping her guide the dildo into her. "Fuck me!" She squealed as Dawn penetrated her moist love. Pulling Dawn flat on top of her Sam dove her tongue into her mouth teasing and twisting her own. Slapping Dawn's ass hard she spun her over onto her back, slipping her legs into the cow girl position. Dawn was mesmerized by her tits bouncing hard in front of her. "Oh god yeah," Sam screamed her legs tightened around Dawn's thighs. Movement caught Dawn's eye, breaking the spell, as her sister kneeled above her. "Ready for more Dawnie," Dawn's only answer was to pull her sisters dripping clit closer. Locking her lips tightly around the small bud, Dawn began to suck hard, lasher her tongue back and forth. Slipping off the now engorged Dawn, Sam began to lick her pelvis around the straps, as Cindy hungrily took the dildo into her mouth. The night's passions finally were too much for Dawn as her swollen member slipped out from her wet panties, coming erect parallel to the strap on. "Why Cin, You didn't tell me your sister brought her own strap!" Samantha giggled as she took Dawn's cock into her mouth, sucking hard while twisting her tongue around her shaft. Orgasm rocking her body, Cindy sat up, for a respite from her sister's quick learning tongue. With a sigh she sat back on the floor, "Damn, I need a minute here!" "Well if you don't want that one," Sam said nodding to the strap. "I'll take it." Pulling herself up Dawn's body the two kissed passionately. The taste of the two women mixed to an intoxicating bouquet. A quick lick of Dawn's lips, Sam sat back up positioning herself above the two dicks. Seeing what was happening, Cindy helped her lover ease her sister's cock into her ass. Sam screaming in lust with each inch that penetrated deep inside. Finally to the base, she pulled out again, slipping the strap on into her swollen mound. Sam screamed breathlessly as the two shafts worked into her quicker. Taking advantage of the situation, Cindy began to massage each of Sam's Tits, dropping one hand slowly dragging a single fingernail down her abs. Immediately as the fingernail brushed her clit, Sam jerked into a wild spasm. "That looked like fun," Cindy laughed. "Ah-huh," Sam said wiping drool from her chin. "You have to try it." "Can you handle another round sis?" Dawn smiled. Slipping into the same position as Sam, Cindy eased both cocks into her. "oh god!"she growled, "Say my name Dawnie!" She screamed as she slammed her pelvis down harder and harder. "Oh, Cindy! Fuck me! Oh, God!" "Oh, fuck Dawnie. You- Oh! Fuck I'm cummmmming!!" Cindy fell spasming onto her sister, locking the two hungrily kissing. Pulling herself off, Cindy finally broke their kiss to slide down first taking the dildo into her mouth, sucking off her juices, then taking in her sisters cock. "Oh, God Cin!" Dawn screamed dragging her fingers into her hair, pulling her mouth closer to her pelvis, driving her hard cock down her sister throat. "I'm gunna cum," she breathed barely above a whisper, "I'm-" the rest of her words were drowned in a guttural moan. After slowly getting dressed the three girls sat back with a final nightcap in their hands. "You know Dawnie," Cindy said. "You can't really go through life with that one outfit. I think we need to go shopping!" **thanks again for reading! All comments welcome!** My New Sister Ch. 02 Sammie slept on the ride home. She was laying across the front seat with her head in my lap. I was starting to get another hard on remembering how she had bent over and let me fuck her from behind in the shower. She rolled her head over and I could feel her face pressing into my pants where the head of my cock was pressed to the opposite side. "Jesus, you're insatiable..." she mumbled, and I nearly laughed. "Just let me take a nap, and when we get home, and I'll try to help you with that." I was already speeding, and her saying that made my foot even heavier. Nobody was home. A note on the fridge told us that our parents had taken Gracie to the mall. "They'll be there for hours." I said more to myself. Sammie was already upstairs in her room, asleep. I went up the stairs, and gently swung her door open. She was facing away from me, wearing nothing but her black panties and matching bra. I made my way across the room, taking off my shirt and pants as I went. I crawled into bed behind her, kissing the back of her neck as I settled behind her, forming myself against her back. "Jason... my nap's not over." she sighed. I figured she was joking so I kissed her again, and moved my hand down the front of her panties. She elbowed me sharply in the ribs. "I said my nap's not over." she growled. "If you ever want to have me again, you won't move your hand any further." I started to pull my hand back, after sucking in some the air Sammie had knocked out of me. "Jason, I didn't say to take it back, either." she told me. I laid there, behind her, one hand under my head, the other halfway to my stepsister's pussy. She did sleep, for about thirty minutes, when she woke up she was smiling. "Is you nap over?" I joked. She just smiled wider and rolled over, taking her bra off. Then she stood up on her bed and lost her black cotton panties. Without a word she walked up over my shoulders and got on her knees, straddling my face. "I'll take that as a yes." Sammie flashed her vampire teeth at me once more and pushed her cunt against my face. I opened my mouth and took one of her lips into it to suck on. Her flesh was intoxicating, and I immediately opened my mouth wider, nearly covering Sammie's entire pussy and shoving my tongue as deep into her as I could. "Ohhh... Jason..." She moaned and nearly fell back, catching herself and pushing her crotch against my face even harder. I sucked on her pussy, fucking her with my tongue, drawing out her tangy juice while she humped herself against my head. "Christ, if I had known... you'da been doing this a long time ago..." she moaned. I reached up and grabbed her tiny tits, then taking the small rings through each, I pulled just hard enough to hurt her. That set her off screaming, and gushing thick pussy cream in my mouth. Sammie sighed and let her weight down on my chest. "You're a god, you know that?" she cooed at me. She twisted her neck around to look back at my now throbbing cock. "I guess it's you're turn, then." Sammie got up and turned around, walking with her feet on either side of me, and squatted down with her gorgeously tattooed back to me. I felt her grab my cock and aim it up at her face. Warmth flooded over it as she dropped a long stream of saliva from her lips before starting to gently jerk me off. I moaned as I watched her shoulders rock back and forth. "Impatient?" She laughed. "Well, I guess I'll cut you some slack." she lifted her ass enough to slid forward and slowly. Agonizingly slowly pushed my dick inside her. She held her breath the entire time, and I think I did too. We both breathed out sharply as she finally rested her full weight on my thighs. She leaned all the way over and was on all fours with me still inside her. Her ass and pussy from this angle was a glimpse of heaven as she pumped her hips up and down on my cock. As she neared her first orgasm, she leaned up and started riding me, grinding against my cock as she rubbed her clit. I was entranced not only by the pleasure, but by the way her tattoo seemed to writhe perfectly with her body, as if it were dancing with her instead of being part of her skin. She came, screaming, throwing her head back and freezing in place. As Sammie's scream died, she shuddered and started to fall forward. I caught her and pulled her back until she was laying on my chest. "You're not done are you?" she moaned and tried to look at me over her shoulder thought sweat drenched hair. "Not even close." I bragged. I held her by her tits and started pushing up into her. She ran her fingers down over her clit and onto my cock as it moved in and out of her. Every breath was a moan as we fucked. Moans started into screams when I grabbed her nipple rings, and they changed full on when I opened my mouth and bit into her shoulder. "Oohh-MY-GOOOOOD!" Sammie howled as I came with her, breaking the skin on her shoulder and tasting her blood as her pussy milked my balls. "Ow.." Sammie said and giggled lightly as she lifted herself from my mouth and penis. "That's a first." she commented as she gingerly rubbed the bleeding teeth marks on her left shoulder. "Usually I leave the scars." "I'm so sorry" I said, hoping that hurting her didn't mean I was screwed out of screwing her. I was about to try to apologize more, but I heard a car door slam. "Mom's home with Gracie and your Samuel." "Shit, shit, shit!" Sammie said, and grabbed me and pushed me out of the door with my clothes. "If Dad even thinks I'm not a virgin I'm out on the street. Go take a shower in your bathroom, and think up a good story." She ordered and slammed the door in my face. I heard her shower start, and Gracie bouncing up the stairs. I leapt for my room and slammed the door and ran to the adjoining bathroom and started running the hot water. After washing my body, I considered not brushing Sammie's blood from my teeth considering how much I liked tasting it, but my teeth were tinted red, and I didn't need to be asked any unnecessary questions with my mind already swirling out of control. I wondered what the next weeks would bring with Sammie now in my life as more than a fantasy, and involuntarily, my cock got hard again. My New Sister Ch. 03 I got a lot of great feedback from chapter two. So here we go with chapter three. * * * It's amazing how things in life can change. For the last twenty years, I didn't know what my half sister looked like. I didn't know the sound of her voice or the beauty of her face. I also didn't know that five minutes ago I would have given her one of the best orgasms of her life, but there we were, John and Jennifer, two people who shared a parent, lying on my kitchen floor naked and in each others arms. After Jennifer had climaxed, I wanted to get my fair share and cum myself, but her pussy was still sensitive and I could tell that it would discomfort her, so we just lay here, enjoying the moment. "Have I told you that I love you, John?" "Not for about three minutes now." We were lying in a spoon position on the floor. When Jennifer went to say her next sentence, she rolled half way around to face me and look me in the eye. "I want you to know that I really do, John. This weekend I've fallen in love with you the way that brother and sister were not meant to love each other." I could see her eyes start to water as the realization set in. Normally, falling in love is a wonderful thing, something that you want to tell everyone about. However, sometimes you fall for someone that you don't want anyone to find out about. Usually it's because you don't think that people would approve of them. "They're not your type," they'd say. But this was different; this type of love was banned by every moral rule in existence. If anyone found out, the couple would be outcast from society, looked down upon. Incestuous love just was not accepted, and John and Jennifer Greene would have to live our love in secret. "Even if it means severing ties to everyone I know, I vow to keep our love alive and secret. I love you too, Jennifer." "You're so sweet. I'm lucky to have such a caring and loving brother." She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and rolled us over so that I was on my back and she on top, straddling my waist. She lowered her head down and our lips touched. While our lips and tongues danced together, I thought to myself that this was the most passionate kiss that I have had with her during this short weekend, and it felt as if our two souls were actually connecting, becoming one great and inseparable bond. She lifted her head and, ending our kiss, moved her mouth next to my ear whispering in a seductive voice, "Horny yet? Do you want to cum?" "Yes, I want to cum and I want to cover your entire body in it." "Then let's go big boy." I thought that she was going to lift her hips up and lower herself onto my cock, which hadn't softened in the slightest since I made her cum. Instead, however, she did something that I wasn't expecting. She stood up and started walking toward the hall. I figured that she wanted some old-fashioned bedroom sex but then I realized that we did that already, and she seems like the kind of girl who doesn't want the same thing twice in such a short period. She must have seen the puzzled look on my face because she said, "I'm going into the shower. I'm feeling very dirty." When she said the word "dirty" like a veteran seductress, I swear that my cock grew another inch. I picked myself up off the floor, keeping my composure, the last thing I wanted was to look all excited like a hyper puppy. When I met up with her in the hallway she took me by the hand and lead me to the bathroom. Upon entering, Jennifer opened the door to the shower stall and turned on the hot water and then went back outside to the hall closet to get some towels. Meanwhile, I was looking at my shower and sizing it up for sex convenience. Living in a one-bedroom apartment ensured that my cleaning area didn't have a bathtub. Although the stall might have been smaller than I'd have liked, it was still big enough for us to continue our lovemaking without the showerhead poking one of us in the back. When Jen came back with the towels she placed them on the sink and opened up the door. The hot water had been running long enough that a collection of steam came flowing out. I didn't want her, or myself for that matter, to get scalded by the water so I placed my hand under the stream to test it. Finding the water satisfactory, I climbed into the shower, turned around and held out my hand. With Jennifer taking it, I eased her inside, stood aside, and watched as the warm water splashed off her beautiful skin and ran down her body into the drain below us. She looked so sexy, like she belonged in a magazine, but even if she wasn't I would always have a mental picture to keep forever. After I deemed her wet enough from the shower, I stepped between her and the flowing water placing my hands on her hips (yes her hips, not her tits; I was surprised too) and pulled her toward me, beginning another loving embrace that had us kissing like regular lovers. I could feel the moisture on her lips and somehow I knew it was coming from her and the ambient moisture around us. I nipped at her lower lip and she returned the favor and then we both opened our mouths and extended our tongues so that they could once again meet and dance together. We kissed for minutes on end while we alternated who got to caress the other person's ass as well as spinning around so that we both got a direct equal dose of the hot running water. After what Jennifer deemed enough, she pulled her lips away from mine and with her arms still around my neck she looked down at my crotch and the stiff symbol of life poking out from it's curly hair nest. "You're excited aren't you?" I just nodded my head. "You want to fuck me with your long, hard cock?" Another nod. "You want your cock to penetrate my pussy and thrust in and out, bringing us both to orgasm? Well then pick me up, and pin me against the wall and fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anyone before. That includes your little girlfriend." My jaw dropped, it had to. How did she know? "How did I know? I can see the reaction on your face. This morning while you were still asleep I went looking through your closet for something to wear before I decided that nothing would be best. Anyway, I found your little "Box of fun,” you know, the one with the vibrator and the ben-wa balls, oh and that little porno film that you two made. I got up really early. Anyway, I watched it long enough to finger myself to a nice cum." My face had to be red, it had to be. "Don't worry about it baby. I think it's hot that you have that hot little piece of ass and still want to fuck me. You do still want to fuck me, don't you?" I couldn't speak so I used my customary nod. "Well then what are you waiting for?" I shouldn't have been waiting; I should have been fucking her. Jennifer's back was to the showerhead so I turned us around so my back was to the water and her's to the back wall. Reaching around and grabbing the underside of her thighs I lifted her up off the ground and like she told me to do pressed my body against hers, which was pressing up against the wall. Even though the wall had received some wetness, it was still dry enough to provide some traction and not let her slip down so easily. We were in position and everything was set. Jennifer against the wall, the surrounding steam, some ambient music would have been nice but I didn't think that far ahead. I just needed to slip my dick into her waiting pussy. I looked at her as if to say "Guide it in baby, put my cock inside of you." Jennifer got the message. She removed a hand from my neck and I pulled my hips away from hers to allow room for entry. Jennifer grabbed my cock about an inch below the head and pointed it toward her opening, nodding her head. I moved forward and could feel her moist pussy lips with my cockhead. Pushing forward, my cock entered her and Jennifer removed her hand from my cock, replaced it around my neck and leaned her head back, feeling relaxed and pleasured from the stimulation she was already receiving. I pushed my member completely into Jennifer's hungry pussy and held it there. With our pelvic areas touching we moved in together for more kissing. While our lips and tongues moved together and against each other, I started once again to remove and insert my cock from my sister. Our fucking was rhythmic, completely in harmony, and although her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist so that she wouldn't slip down, I was still able to pull out enough with each thrust to ram back in, delivering enough stimulation to keep her content. Usually, if my cock gets teased and stimulated enough to the point of almost cumming and then left hanging, it takes forever for me to actually shoot off my load. But my sister's beauty and sexiness must have had a different effect on me because instead of my cum moving back down to my balls, it seemed to stay right where it left off from our session in the kitchen. I was going to cum, and soon. I kept fucking Jennifer with her pinned up against the wall. Our bodies were colliding with every movement, my balls slapping against her asshole, her tits jiggling every way possible, and moans of love and lovemaking escaping both our mouths. I moved my right hand from underneath her thigh up to her lovely left breast and started my handwork, all the while feeling the cum moving through my cock. "Oh John, fuck me Johnny, fuck me with that wonderful fucking cock of yours. You made me cum baby, now it's your fucking turn, oooohhh shit, fuck me baby, fuck me hard." Normally I'd want nothing more than for both of us to cum. This time was different; I needed to get off this time, especially after coming so close the last time. "That's it, Jen, tell me you want it you fucking slut, tell me that you want my cock in your fucking pussy." "Oh, John, I want your cock, I love your fucking cock, I need your hard cock inside of me. I need it inside me, need it to fuck me, use me as your little fuck toy, I'm your fucking whore! Fuck me like you mean it!!" Her words were getting me excited and I fucked her with even more energy than before. "I can feel it, Jen, I feel the cum moving up through my balls, I'm going to cum soon, Jennifer, I'm going to cum!" The hand that was on her breast had a grip that wouldn't let go, as if I was hanging on for life. "Jen, I'm cumming baby, you're sweet pussy is making me cum!" Her right breast was unoccupied at the moment but that soon changed as she grabbed it herself and squeezed with the gusto that I was giving the other. Hearing my announcement, she made a request. "I want you to cum on me, pull your fucking cock out and cum on me." "Say, say it again bitch, like you mean it this time!" "I want you to fucking cum all over me, shoot your cumload all over me baby!!" "Oooohhh, I'm cumming, Jennifer, I'm fucking cumming my love!!" Pulling my hips back all the way, my cock appeared out of her pussy making an audible pop after the head was completely out. I made a thrusting movement forward and my cockhead pushed forward burrowing it's way through my sister's small patch of pussy hair and slid up her stomach, stopping only when my balls rested up against her pussy. Her hand moved from her own breast down to my cock, which was then wrapped with her fingers that moved up and down just a few times before my cock exploded in a fury of white, creamy streaks. One, two, three squirts of cum-filled streaks landed on her belly and the underside of her tits. More cum oozed out of my dick but the main explosion was over and we stood motionless. Both my hands were now cupping her ass, as if to hold her up but it was I that needed the support. I decided that before I dropped her, I had better put my sister down. So I leaned down and sat her ass on the part that stuck out from the shower wall to hold shampoos and soaps and the like and then sat myself down against a wall, directly underneath the showerhead. The streaming water was once again cascading down Jennifer's lovely body, this time washing away the cum that I had just recently placed on her stomach, but before it was all gone she rubbed as much of it into her sexy abdomen as possible. * * * After our little escaped in the shower, we used it for what it was meant for, only we decided that we should use it one at a time. Jennifer went first and then I washed up right after. When I got out of the shower I expected to see her in my bed, naked, waiting for another round of passionate love making. However, when I walked in my room, she wasn't in there. After I had completely toweled myself off, I went into the living room to look for her, still naked. As disappointed as I was that she wasn't in my room, I was even more disappointed to find her sitting on my couch fully clothed. "Get your clothes on little boy," she said, "I got a naughty idea while in the shower." Although I had only known her for about a day, I knew that her idea would be worth getting dressed for. I went back to my room, got dressed, and reported back to the living room. "Get your keys, you're driving." We got into my car and she gave me a street and an address but no name of where we were going. When we got to our destination a huge smile crossed my face as I pulled into the parking spot closest to the door. I shut off the car, we stepped out and then headed into the local adult bookstore. I had actually been here a couple times before to pick up the toys that my girlfriend and I used and a couple of porno movies but I didn't know the address, which is why I was surprised about our destination. We walked around the whole store, looking at every rack and every item. After spending a good twenty minutes there, Jennifer said she wanted to look around by herself and headed off to the other end toward the movies. I went back to the dildos and vibrators looking over the products, deciding which one would be quality without costing the most. I decided to just go basic and picked out a standard "bullet" vibrator that was gold in color. I went to the cashier and paid for it while Jen was still busy looking at the movies and rushed to hide it in my car before she saw that I had purchased something and inquired about it. I met up with her in the movie section. She was looking over a group of movies in the orgy section. She said that she wanted to rent one and that orgy was her favorite subject matter in porno movies. She picked one up off the shelf and showed it to me. It looked brand new and familiar. Then, on a hunch, I put the tape back and lead her to the "arcade." Sure as shit, there was the box cover on the now playing display and we went back into the viewing room together. I inserted a five into the receiving slot and then cycled through the channels until we found what we were looking for. Reaching our desired channel, the scene that was on was just ending and fading out and a couple seconds later the new scene started. The scene took place in a bar, with a couch, pool table, jukebox, and the bar itself. It took me a moment to realize that this wasn't just any orgy scene, it was a lesbian orgy scene. There must have been twenty women, mostly blondes but some brunettes and one or two redheads. The scene started out by the jukebox in the back corner then panned to the pool table which was sprawled with dildos and vibrators of every shape and size as well as a sybian (which in case you don't know is basically a saddle with a vibrator sticking up out of it and can vibrate hard enough to make a woman pass out). Then the camera moved to the bar where women were popping champagne corks and drinking. It took all of about ten seconds of drinking before they were excited enough to start taking off their clothes. My cock was hard as a rock in anticipation of the oncoming events and I leaned over and whispered that fact into Jennifer's ear. She looked me right in the eye and giggled before she lifted her shirt up just enough to expose her bra and then pulled down the cups, showing off her tits. At the same time I pulled down the zipper on my pants and pulled out my cock. I reached a hand around her back and grabbed her far-sided breast while leaning my head down and placing my mouth around the other nipple. Meanwhile, Jennifer took her hand and wrapped it around my hard exposed cock and started stroking up and down all the while watching the movie on the screen whenever her eyes weren't forced closed from the pleasure she was receiving. I learned very early that my sister's nipples are very sensitive and just basic titty sucking was enough to bring her to climax given enough time. Although she wasn't yet climaxing, she was moaning load enough to compete with the noises coming from the movie screen. Jennifer altered the speed to which she was stroking my cock, starting out slowly, then working her way up to as fast as she could, then back down to a slow steady rhythm as well as changing the grip pressure on my cock. When I could feel my orgasm start to build and the cum move through my balls, Jennifer started her own orgasm, screaming louder than the women in the movie. To help the process along she slid her free hand down her pants and started stroking her pussy. Her breathing was getting faster and her back arched as the utterings of a powerful orgasm escaped her mouth. "Mmmm, that feels so good, you're mouth is so warm on my breast. Suck on my titty baby, I can feel it, I'm going to cum. Suck my titty baby, I'm cumming, oooooooo, it feels so fucking good, I need to cum, make me cum, suck my tits baby. Ooooooo, oh baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, you're making me cum, oh here I cum!!" While in the midst of her orgasm, I used my hand to tweak the nipple I had a grip on and increased the suction on the nipple in my mouth, almost to the point that it turned purple. After Jennifer came down from her orgasm and her breathing slowed she pulled her hand out from her pants. What emerged was two fingers covered in her juices. She held out her middle finger for me to suck on, which I did with pleasure. When I licked and sucked off every lick of delicious pussy juice, Jennifer singled out her index finger and took it into her mouth so she could enjoy the taste of herself. Meanwhile, me own orgasm was building up and I was about to cum. Still sucking her finger and eyeing me in a very naughty and seductive fashion, Jennifer started stroking my cock faster and after only a few short moments my cum was escaping my cock, shooting straight up in the air and landing on my sister's clenched hand. After I stopped shooting, Jennifer released my cock and lifted her hand up to her mouth and licked every drop onto her tongue and held it out to show me before swallowing every drop. While sitting in the movie booth, enjoying the aftermath of our orgasms, the door opened up and the female clerk stood in the doorway telling us that our behavior was not allowed in the viewing booths and that we would have to make a purchase or leave. Disgruntled, Jennifer and I straightened ourselves up and walked out, back to the store floor. Jennifer told me to go back to the car while she stayed behind to buy me a present. About five minutes later she came strolling out with a black bag and climbed into the car. "What did you get?" "I'll show you later. Let's go back to your place." I put the car in gear and headed back home. * * * After we got back to my place, we spent a good deal of the afternoon doing things that normal brother and sister did like have lunch, watch TV and a good old-fashioned R-rated movie. Around five I started getting very horny again which surprised me a lot because Jen and I hadn't been doing anything sexual and the movie didn't have any sex in it. I was just horny and I needed to fuck. I stood up and walked into my room, took the vibrator that I bought and inserted the batteries before putting it in the nightstand drawer. Before heading back out I took off my shirt and threw it aside. Walking back to the living room I was pleased to discover that the brother-sister bond between was strong enough to know that we both wanted the same thing. Jennifer was on the couch, stark naked with her arms on the headrest and her legs crossed. I smiled while holding out my hand to help her up. We walked to my room hand in hand and prepared for another round of sex. My New Sister Ch. 03 Dave gasped. It was probably the first time he could remember ever gasping. "Damn it Cin," he said between breaths. "You scared the crap out of me. I thought we were mom and dad or something." Cindy responded with a smirk. "Nice and hairless. I like it" Dave quickly wrapped a towel around his waist as he dried off. Cindy watched, leaning against the small sink, her micro mini-skirt rising a touch more, but never revealing anything of her own. David loved that skirt. He wanted to buy it on their shopping trip, but Cindy snatched it up first. Complemented with her lacy tank and stiletto's it drove every man and women around her wild. "What's with the modesty? It's not like I haven't seen it in me before." She laughed. "Shh!" David panicked. "Mom and dad will hear you! And let me at the mirror will you?" "Ahh common, it makes it exciting doesn't it? Knowing that they're down the hall and could walk by and hear us," she teased turning to the mirror, dodging back and forth to keep herself in front of his image. "Bitch," he said slapping her ass. "aww, that's no way to treat your sister!" Slipping off her shirt, Cindy twinned her arms behind her, pulling herself tight against David's chest. "Wouldn't it be nice if you had a real pair of your own Davie?" Cindy said laying her head on his shoulder so he could clearly see her frame reflected beneath him. Pulling his hands slowly up her abs, caressing her soft breasts, she continued, "Wouldn't it be nice to be able to rub and tease, ooh, them, pinch ahhh, and squeeze them, hmmm, whenever you wanted." Leaving his hands to continue their ministrations on her breasts, Cindy slipped her hands back down to Dave's waist. Slipping the towel from his waist she sighed feeling his hard cock pressing between her butt cheeks. "Wait Cin we sho-" his resistance faded away as Cindy guided his cock into her tight ass. Every inch seemed to suck on him harder and harder. With him fully in, Cindy began to slowly gyrate her hips back into him. David could only respond with a grunt and hold on tightly to her tender breasts. As her gyrating grew more fierce, he slipped one had down to her swollen lips, teasing her clit at first than abandoning it to thrust two fingers into her folds. "oh god yes!" She whispered into his ears. "Fuck me Davie!" As her pelvic muscles tightened, Cindy pulled David's hand from her pussy and brought them to her lips. Taking each finger that penetrated her, she sucked them clean one by one, biting down on the last one as her orgasm rocked her slender frame. "Thanks Davie!" She said pulling from him. His cock still hard and throbbing, from not quite reaching his own orgasm. With that, another of Cindy's teasing sessions ended. Leaving David hard exhausted and frustrated. These teases had been growing in frequency ever since their girls night. It was all part of their deal, a deal that David was beginning to regret. Cindy would show up at random times, have her way and always left him hard and frustrated unable to do anything about it. She had made the rules quite clear. If "Dawn" wanted to come out with the girls, David was not allowed to orgasm. Cindy took great pleasure in teasing him right up to the point of no return than leaving him there by himself. He had become her toy and if he wanted to go out as Dawn and didn't want their parents to see the pictures of him tide to her bed he had to do exactly what she wanted. "Still," he wished to himself. "It would be nice to go out again." His wish came the next weekend when he was tackled from behind by Samantha and dragged into Cindy's room. "Hey Girl!" she cried in hello. "Ready to party!" Grabbing his head firmly between her hands, Samantha twisted him back and forth. "Damn, girl, we have a lot of work to do before your ho ready! Get me the scissors Cin." Dave had let his hair grow out lately. The wigs were nice, but hard to control as the evening wore on. With it now to his shoulders he was looking scruffy. Ten minutes of speed cutting, and a handful of mouse later Dawn's new hair do was complete. "Nice! I love your hair. It's so easy to do. Your sister won't let me touch hers anymore. One slipup and boo-hoo hats for two weeks! Okay Make-up!" "So your sister tells me your thinking out getting a boob job?" "What?" "It' cool girl. I did. It was one of the best things I've ever done! And with no more parking tickets they paid for themselves!" "Well I haven't decided yet," Dawn said defensively. "You should. If you do decide to let me know. I know A guy you'll be in and out same day!" "So, where are we going tonight?" Dawn asked. "Les Lips. They have an overnight party going on." Cindy replied, handing out coolers. "Get your buzz on now though, it's harder to get free drinks at a lesbian bar." "Done! Now I pass our young protégé to you Cin for her ho attire!" Rummaging in her closet Cindy pulled out a pleated satin mini and green semi-sheer camisole. "This will do." The three dressed giggling about the upcoming evening. Cindy added a sexy pair of green strapy heels to Dawn's outfit, then dressed herself in a pair of fuck-me boots, skin tight leather pants, and a blue corset with black sheer lace overtop. "mmm I feel yummy!" Dawn was transfixed in the way the light played off her sisters curves and how the corset accentuated her sisters cleavage. "Down girl" Cindy said smiling back at her sister. "This outfit is mine! You'd need to grow a nice pair of knockers if you want to borrow it." Samantha slipped on her own one piece halter dress slit nearly to her hip. "Can I steel your stelleto's Cin? Mine are trash now." "Okay everyone ready?" As Cindy's three words echoed through the air, fear struck her heart. Their parents were home and by the sounds of it, they were in the living room watching television. "ahh-" was all she could get out as Sam and her sister dragged her behind them. "We're going out Mom. I'm probably going to crash at Sam's again!" "There transfixed on the tv!" Dawn cried internally. "We're going to make it!" "Hey, Mrs. M. Whatcha watching?" "No Sam Don't!" Dawn thought panicking. "A documentary on the human genome. Fascinating stuff." Dawn looked pleadingly to Cindy. "Okay Sam let's go." She said finally opening the door. "You girls look nice. Have a good night!" Relief flooded through dawn as the evening air brushed her skin. "I hate you two!" She managed when her hart slowed. "Aww, commin Dawnie your mom's hot. I wanted to check her out before we go." With that the two girls started laughing uncontrollably. "What are you laughing at Cin. She's your mother too." "Hey, I wouldn't kick her out of bed." "Aww Cin!" "Don't be a prude, and give your sister a kiss." Leaning over Cindy pressed her lips into Dawn, her instinctually parted her lips to let her sisters tongue through. "Get in the Cab you two," Sam instructed. A short ride later the three were in the club letting the beat take over them. Losing the others in the crowd Dawn danced with several girls, until a petite girl in glasses slipped up behind her. Grinding into each other Dawn could feel something hard press back into her. "Let's dance over there," The girl whispered to Dawn over the music. Pulling her behind her, Dawn saw the girl fully for the first time. A complete knock out the short blond was wearing an Asian style pink silk tress with collar with white clear heels. Pulling Dawn into the corner the two kissed deeply. The blond being the more aggressive pressed her short frame into dawn, whispering "I've got a surprise for you." Hiking the skirt of her dress up slightly she revealed a small strap on tied to her waist. Dawn kissed her again and slowly slid down to her knees in front of the plastic cock. Taking in member into her mouth she slid her fingers up the shaft to the blond's pelvis. Finding no fabric restricting her, Dawn pressed two fingers into her wet pussy. Hearing her screams of encouragement above the music Dawn continued until her pelvis tightened in a shuddering orgasm. Standing back up Dawn kissed her deeply before spinning around to press her ass into the blond girl's cock. Taking the hint, the petite women eased the strap on into Dawn slowly giving her time to adjust to the size, then began to thrust into her in time with the music. The sensation of being pressed against the wall while the plastic cock penetrated her ass rubbing furiously across her tucked penis combined with her recently forced abstinence, brought Dawn to her quickest and most powerful orgasm she had experienced. Ragged and out of breath she clung to the small blond unable to stand on her own. "Wow," was all she could say as they fell into a near by booth. It was then that her sister and Sam found her. "Hey Dawnie, who's your friend?" Looking over to the petite girl beside her she laughed. "Aside from a godess, I don't know. Hi my name's Dawn" "Tammy, It's nice to fuck you!" They continued to laugh as the two girls filled the opposite side of the booth. "and It would be nice to fuck you two too!" "Oh, it would." Same replied. "Do you cum her often?" Cindy asked. "No, it's my fist time. Thought it would be fun to try out a gay bar. Test some new waters as it were." "Never been to a gay bar before?" "No, was dating a guy until recently, it was nice, but it wasn't enough." "Well, you certainly came to the right place." Samantha said. Noting the disappointed look in Dawn's eyes. "Dawn here is more than enough!" she laughed winking at Dawn. "Don't I know it. A bisexuals dream." Dawn's head whipped around. "Wha?" "Relax girl," Tammy said. "It's hard to fuck someone and not find that kinda thing out. I swear I almost exploded when I saw. And it didn't take long after to explode completely!" She giggled. The rest joined in accept for Dawn who could only stare in admiration. "Well It's getting late. Dawnie, want to walk me out?" She said with a wink. "Don't wait up girls!" "I think we lost our toy." Samantha said as they watched the two walk off together. "Nah, this is going to be great." Cindy said, than with a sly smile, "So you like my mother eh?" My New Sister Ch. 03 Ok, Time for a recap. In previous chapters, I explained about my mother getting married to a rich man, and moving me and my little sister into his house with his gorgeous daughter Samantha. Sammie caught me jerking off one night while moaning her name, and the next day, after school, we retreated to a seedy motel on the outskirts of town to fuck like rabbits. Then my darling goth step-sister tells me that she wants to pimp me out to all her friends who are sexually frustrated, and for the most part, emotionally disturbed. Then we went home, and I filled her pussy up again after a quick nap. The next day at school, I was still trying to get the taste of Sammie's blood out of my mouth. Well, actually I was just trying not to let it distract me from class, not get rid of it. The problem was, we shared most of our classes, and it seemed the more I tried to get her attention, the more I was ignored. By last period I was feeling rejected, used, and pissed off. At least when Ms. Coleit, the chemistry teacher that half the male students wanted to fuck, announced that we'd start lab work that day, and needed to choose partners, I saw an opening. I leapt up and rushed to the table Sammie was using in the back corner of the classroom and grabbed her wrist when she tried to walk away. I couldn't help but notice that under her shirt, there was a large bandage where I had bit her the day before. "We need to talk." I told her. She gave me a look that immediately told me talking was to be saved for later, and that if I ever grabbed like that her again, I might loose a hand. She wrenched her arm free and took her place at the table right next to mine. I started to protest but before I could get the words out, "You need a partner Jason?" I looked towards the voice and saw a girl of middle-eastern decent. I'd seen her before, hanging around Sammie's friends after school, looking extremely cautious about being seen with them. Usually she'd disappear for a few minutes, then climb into a minivan with tinted windows and leave. She was striking to say the least, nearly my height (the platform boots she wore boosted her even with me), with dark olive skin, and sharp hawk-like features. Her jet-black hair was pulled back behind her ears, held in place with clips and left to fall back over her shoulders. She looked damnably good, and her clothes only made it better. It was like a track-suit, only instead of pants it sported a mini-skirt the showed me just enough of her dark thighs before her legs disappeared into thick-soled knee-high boots. Made of black faux-suede, with little steel rivets in rows where the stripes would normally be, and the top showed just enough of her cleavage to see was wearing a fishnet top over her bra. "Uh... Yeah, sure." I stammered. "Thanks...?" She smiled and dropped her lab book on the edge of the table. "It's Fallan." She said, obviously sensing my confusion. "I'm friends with your sister." I glanced over at Sammie, who was joined by a thick blonde who obviously enjoyed showing everyone how massive her tits were by letting them almost flop out of her to-tight low-cut shirt. "Step-sister." she shot to us and winked at me, right before reaching over and pinching her heavy-set friend on the nipple. The bigger girl blushed, smiled and waved at me quickly before Ms. Coleit called the class to attention. She went over the experiment, we gathered up all the tools we'd need, tubes and chemicals, microscopes and tongs, so on and so forth, and each time Fallan and I would pass one another, she'd make it a point to get as close to me as possible, usually actually rubbing her firm c-cups into my chest or her pert ass into my crotch. By the time we actually started the lesson, I was not only finding it hard to concentrate, but hard to walk with my dick straining against my jeans. Fallan didn't help matters throughout either, constantly bending over in front of me, or rubbing up against me whenever she had the chance. I was happy I had wall on one side of and behind me, Sammy on the other side, and a whole classroom full of students between me and the teacher. Getting caught getting felt up in class was not something I really wanted a letter home about. Towards the end of the experiment, we were supposed to grow some kind of crystals that we could see getting bigger under the microscope. Once again, my new mid-east friend bent at the waist, pushing her barely covered ass towards me, and looked into the scope. "I can't tell if anything's happening, Jason." She stood up and spun to me. "Will you take a look?" Fallan said and pushed her tits towards me. I couldn't help but to notice the zipper on her jacket had fallen until I could almost see her belly button. I shrugged and took a step towards the lab table. I bent a put my eye to the scope and immediately saw tiny silver crystals stretching across my vision. I started to ask what her problem was, but I felt a hand on my back and breath in my ear. "I'm not wearing any panties." it whispered with the faintest hint of an accent. "Your sister told me you liked girls like me, and by the bulge in your pants I've been rubbing on, I think she's right." I started to ask if she wanted to go somewhere after class, but she put a finger to my lips that I instantly knew was in her pussy moments before. "If you want me, just stand up and stay behind me." she finished and licked my earlobe, electing a shudder from me that nearly made me bolt up and away from the table. I stood slowly, jotted some notes down in my lab book, and stepped away from the table. The dark-skinned girl slipped between me and the microscope, and bent to look into it. Or it looked like she did anyway. What was actually happening was her hand reaching under and between her thighs to grab my cock through my pants. I was looking around nervously, but not even Sammie saw what was happening. I prayed Ms. Coleit would stay at her desk as Fallan's narrow fingers made quick work of my zipper and pulled my dick out into the open air. She quickly pulled me closer and hid my pole under her skirt, where it rested between her legs, pressing up into the thick but down-soft bush on her mound. I crossed my arms over my chest and made my best attempt to look calm, even bored as she drug the engorged head down through hair and over her throbbing hard clit until I was wedged between her outer lips. She glanced quickly over her shoulder at me and I could see that she was already on the verge of an orgasm. Heavy lidded eyes, half open mouth, skin darkening more as the blush spread. I could fell her wetness, practically dripping out of her snatch, even before she inched back and penetrated herself. She was tight, tighter than Sammie, almost too tight for my cock to go into her. She kept forcing herself back on me though, squeezing my dick into her pussy, which was pulsing around me, making barely audible squishing noises each time her muscles flexed around her opening. I was clenching my jaw, popping my knuckles on both hands, looking everywhere but down at the raven-haired goddess impaling her cunt on my rod. Sammie apparently still hadn't noticed, nobody else in the class seemed to be done with their experiment yet, but Ms Coleit was looking straight at me. "Is there a problem, Jason?" She said loudly, accusingly even, so that everyone turned to look at me and Fallan. I looked down at her and she was calmly looking in the microscope, then looking away and jotting something in her lab-book. "I asked if there was a problem, Mr. Belmonte?" "No. No ma'am" I stuttered out, "Just waiting to use the microscope that's all." Fallan jerked her hips sharply downward, stuffing what of my cock left out of my pants the rest of the way into her sopping wet hole, making me groan between my teeth. "I'm almost done, Jason. Calm down." She said snidely. "I've never seen anyone so excited by chem-lab before." she prodded as her inner walls grabbed my shaft and seemed to pull me deeper. The teacher went back to grading papers, and everyone else went back to trying not to fail chemistry. I glanced over to Sammie who was trying not to laugh. She winked at me again just before Fallan started easing her pussy away from me. Fearing what other's might see, I pulled her skirt back against me quickly. "Relax, nobody can see you." Sammie told me just as Fallan pushed her hips back at me, burying my dick inside her again. The constant pulsing and grabbing and incredible tightness of Fallan's cunt was really working on me. "Just be quiet and stand still. If you're lucky she'll do all the work and you'll be filling her up with your cum before class is over." Fallan took a sharp breath, and her whole body shuddered when Sammie mentioned me cumming inside her. Sammie grinned at us briefly, then turned away to tap the big-tittied blonde on the shoulder. Fallan was now pumping herself slowly on my dick, her pussy getting wetter and tighter each time her hips made the round trip. She was panting, but her eye was still firmly planted on the microscope. I wondered how long it would take before someone else saw us. The head of my dick hit Fallan's cervix, and I decided I didn't care all that much. I closed my eyes, bent my knees a little, and leaned back so that she could get more at a better angle. Fallan laughed softly, but it faded into a quick moan as she had another orgasm. I was really getting into it when I felt something hit me in the face. I opened my eyes and looked around to see Sammie and her larger friend staring at me. The blonde smiled and held up her notebook. I couldn't help but smile back as I read "DO ME NEXT?" scrawled across one page in black marker. Sammie nearly burst out laughing when I gave her a thumbs up and nodded. She looked around carefully, then eased across the gap that separated our tables. "You know," she whispered to me. "I wasn't kidding when I said I have friends that would love a guy like you." She patted Fallan on the ass and asked. "Isn't that right, babe?" "Mmm-Hmm" was our only answer, her pace had picked up, she was biting her lip to keep the moans quiet, and I was trying not to let loose inside her. Sammie smiled quickly and went on. "You know Fallan here isn't on the pill." she told me, meeting my eyes. "So if you shoot your load in her pussy, she might get pregnant." My dick jumped and Fallan obviously felt it, or the thought of me knocking her up made her shake and groan. "How about that Jason? Wouldn't like to see her walk on graduation day with a big distended belly with your baby in it?" her hand was rubbing up and down Fallan's back, not giving a damn who saw what. "You know, I've heard that when a girl gets pregnant, the first thing that happens is her tits swell up, you like big tits, don't you Jason?" I glanced over at the thick blonde, who was sitting on her stool rubbing her crotch through her jeans, and nodded. "Guess what else happens?" Sammie asked, snapping my attention back to her. "Her pussy gets wet, and stays that way for nine months. Imagine Jason, You could be fucking little Fallan here for the next nine months, every day, cumming in her tight little twat over and over." Sammie eased up next to me and whispered in my ear. "She wouldn't go a day without feeling your cock inside her, or your jizz oozing out of her. That should make up for being a virgin until today, shouldn't it?" My balls clenched, my dick twitched, I lurched forward, and the insides of Fallan's cunt were painted with semen. "Oh, my God." she wheezed out and froze in place. When she finally tried to move, I stopped her and pulled her back down on my cock. "Teach's coming." she said between clenched teeth, then sprang away form me, leaving me to stuff my slick cock back in my pants before anyone saw. Ms. Coleit stepped up to the table and looked at our notes, then put her eye to the microscope. "Jason, Fallan." She said firmly. We both stiffened at her tone as she stood and looked at us suspiciously. "By these results, you two were done over twenty minutes ago." I just nodded like an idiot, technically I was still the new kid, so I maybe I still had a little flex with the teachers. "You should've told me you were done early, I give extra credit to the first students that finish correctly." I let my breath out in a rush. "Sorry." I nearly laughed. "I didn't know." When she turned to examine Sammie's results, she slipped and nearly fell. I caught on of her arms just as her narrow ass hit the floor. "Are you okay?" I asked quickly. She jerked her arm from me and growled out. "I'd be fine if someone would clean up the mess they made in my lab." As she was checking Sammie's work, Fallan and I got some paper towels and mopped up the floor. "I didn't spill anything, did you?" I whispered to her. She smiled and could barely look me in the eye. "Not really, it's just your cum is leaking out of me." She giggled out and pointed at Ms. Coleit. "You think she'll figure out what happened when she does her laundry?" I looked to see what she meant, and saw a wet spot the size of my hand on the chemistry teacher's ass. I smiled at Fallan and said "Let's hope she doesn't taste it when she's trying to figure out what it is.." My New Sister Ch. 04 It was turning out to be another lonely weekend for Carol with her husband out on business. That's not to say that it wouldn't have been lonely if her were in town. As their marriage declined through the years, Carol threw herself into raising her kids, trying to be the type of mother she had wished to have growing up. A guiding light but leaving the boundaries as loose as possible as long as they were safe. Dave was easy. A hermit mostly, concerned more with computers than real life. It had came as a shock that he actually found a girlfriend. The relief was short lived though as it had been over a month now that she hadn't seen her little boy. Cindy was the opposite. The older sister was always flaunting her independence over Dave, doing everything she could get away with, and some she didn't. Carol envied her daughter more than a little. To be young again and hanging out with the virile lovers she imagined in her daughters arms. Slipping her short silk robe over her two piece baby doll lingerie, she made her way down stairs to slip into a TV induced coma. Passing by her usual discovery channel shows, Carol stopped on a trashy (sometimes raunchy) low budget show about a group of inner-city friends and more predominately, their sex lives. Just as things were starting to fog up the TV screen the door bell rang. With a sigh Carol switched the channel back to discover for appearance sake, checked the knot on her robe and finally opened the door to find Cindy's friend Samantha smiling in front of her. The young women shivered slightly in the night air. 'No wonder,' Carol thought, looking over the girl who was dressed in a micro bustier and one of the tiniest skirts she had ever seen. "Hello dear, Cindy stepped out for the night." She said stepping to the side allowing the girl to come in to warm herself. "Yeah, I figured I'd missed her. Mind if I stick around though? I don't feel like being alone right now." Carol's motherly instincts took control as she guided the girl to the couch. With a quick look of longing at the TV she tried to put the trashy show out of her mind. "Is everything okay hun?" "Oh, yeah. Just one of those nights you know? Just feels nice be near someone." Carol smiled reassuringly. She was used to many of those nights herself. "Come watch some TV with me then." "Sure! What'cha watching?" Carol gave the TV a quizzical look. 'Commercials, damn!'. "Ah, I don't know. I really had just turned it on," she stumbled. "Oh?" Sam gave her a smirk and hit return on the remote. The room filled quickly with the sounds of moaning. "Ha Ha! I love this show too! It's sooooo trashy! Did they find out Jesse is Tammy's brother yet?" "ah.... No." Carol gave up and curled back on the couch in her usual spot. Sam jumped up right beside her, cuddling in close. Torn between the discomfort of watching sleazy shows with her daughter's friend and not wanting to offend the poor girl who was lonely, Carol relented an continued to watch the show. As the warmth passed between their two bodies, she was forced to realize just how much she missed the intimacy of her marriage. The night continued with gossip and sleazy shows. As the celeb gossip well began to dry, Sam began to turn the conversation back to Carol. "So, where's Mr. M anyways?" "Oh, he's out on business this weekend. Truth be told, he's probably at a strip joint right now." "Yeah, there fun." Sam replied, drawing a tweaked eyebrow from the older woman. "Though they pale in comparison to the real thing." Noting Carol's sudden quietness, Sam continued. "It must make him pretty randy when he gets home though eh?" "Not really," Carol sighed. "We don't really do that kinda thing anymore. When you get older, it becomes less important." "Bull Shit!" "What?" Carol laughed somewhat exasperated. "I'm calling bull shit on you. I can tell you right now, that if I had a nice piece of ass like you waiting in my bed, I'd never let you get bored." "I'm not bored-" "Yes you are. And who could blame you. A woman has needs too. And if he's filling his needs with strippers, I think you should do the same." "You want me to go to the strippers?" "Damn right." "I'd be too embarrassed to even walk in there." Taking a short pause to think her strategy through, Sam slowly stood up. "Okay, I'll strip for you." "That's okay dear." "Hush now, I'm actually pretty good at this. And believe it or not, you're not the first woman I've danced for. It's not gay or anything, just nice and erotic. An expression of beauty, and face it, I'm hot!" "Sam I-" "You can't deny that can you!" "Well no, but-" "Than hush!" Sam switched the TV to a satellite radio station and started to sway to the music. Locking her eyes with Carol she liked her lips and began to graze her fingers down her body. With Carol stunned silent, Samantha gyrated herself closer to the her, brushing ever so softly, breast to breast. As the music picked up tempo, Sam pulled the strings of her bustier loose releasing her tits, and repeated her grazing path along the older woman's chest. This time Sam straddled her legs and pressed her pelvis hard against Carol's, still keeping to the beat. Lifting her torso, Sam pressed her soft breasts into Carol's cheeks. Encouraged by the woman's gasp, Samantha slipped off turning around to giggle her ass tantalizingly. A quick motion later, left her in only a thong. Pressing her bare ass back into Carol's pelvis, they both began to grind to the music. Grazing her fingernails lightly down each arm, Samantha guided Carol's hands onto her thigh and breast, massaging her woman's hands into her supple skin. Leaving Carol to continue her ministrations, Samantha reached back to caress her face. Lightly guiding it down to her own. A breath away, Sam pulled back twisting to her feet and sliding into the beat of a new song. Again, the young woman swayed her form tantalizingly near. Hooking her thumbs into the flimsy thong, she bent down between her own legs as she slowly pulled down. Her ass still bouncing to the music, Sam watched the older woman in rapture of her young pussy. A few turns and dip more, and Sam pressed her young naked body into Carol a third time. Each woman ground against each other to the increasing tempo of music and lust. Again, Sam guided Carol's hands, who this time needed no more encouragement to caress the nubile woman. As their lips drew closer for a second time, Sam did not pull away, but waited an inch from her goal. Time seemed to slow as Carol dipped her head down until their lips met softly. Samantha now pulled her head down more passionately and was rewarded with a pinch on her erect nipple. Still grinding together, Sam weaved her free hand into the loosening robe to caress Carol's inner thigh. Carol moaned into Sam's mouth, not wanting to break their locked lips. Feeling daring with this young woman on top of her, Carol skimmed her hand teasingly across her clit. Taking time to tease her outer lips, Carol massaged Samantha's clit, while slipping two fingers into her moist love. Already well primed by the success of her seduction, Sam climaxed quickly, loosing timing with the music. With the pretense of the dance now gone, Sam slipped to her knees, taking hold of the older woman's hand to clean each finger that was covered in her juices. Seductively, she sucked hard on each digit, smiling as Carol arched her back in response. Hooking her own fingers into Carol's wet panties, Sam slid them down to the floor. Pulling her up to the edge of the couch, Sam locked Carol with a gaze of pure lust, as she slowly lowered her lips to her treasure. Carol's gasp took Sam by surprise as the woman moaned loudly into the empty house. "oh FUCK," Carol screamed pressing herself harder into the dexterous tongue. Sam, mesmerized by the heaving woman, watched as each lick sent new waves of pleasure to her highly expressive face. As her climax neared same thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy, using the change of stimulation to stay off the older woman's climax. Again and again, Sam switched her tactics, drawing Carol close, but never to climax. "Oh please!" Carol begged, sweating profusely from the extend lovemaking. "Cum for me," Sam whispered above the moans, and sucked Carol's clit hard into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue, while a third finger pumped hard into her pussy. Sam climbed back onto the couch and watched the older woman catch her breath. Carol seemed to glow, glistening with sweat and cum. Samantha caressed her lover's face delicately brushing away a few tears that had begun to fall. "Did you enjoy my dance Mrs. M?" Carol cold only giggle between heaving breaths, kissing her daughter friend once again. "That was amazing." Reluctantly re-clothed, or short time later, Sam listened to Carol's stumbling words as she tried to express what she had felt. "I only wish, Ted would be willing to do that. He has always been put off by the thought of tasting pussy." "He doesn't know what he's missing." Carol smiled back between pecks. "Believe it or not I may be able to help you there too." "Oh?" Carol asked, feeling a familiar tingle rising again. "I have a square recipe that tastes like nothing. Or more precisely heightens the taste of what you add to it. I could help you bake a little something for him, and if he likes it, you let him know where to get more." Carol laughed at the insinuation. "Oh, but how will we get what we need?" "Just leave that to me." Sam winked. Late that night Cindy returned to find her friend lying in her bed dressed in her mothers lingerie. Quietly closing the door, Cindy almost squealed as she ran across the room. "Okay bitch, tell me everything!" "Where were you tonight young lady?" Sam scolded in her best motherly voice. "Oh, I was out whoring my sexy body mom." Cindy said playing along. "Such a bad, bad, girl! You need to learn a lesson!" "Oh please mom, teach me!" With a coy smile, Sam bent her friend over her knee and spanked her pantied ass beneath her skirt. "there now, maybe you'll learn. Whoring starts at home. Now give your mother a kiss." As the two locked in a passionate kiss, Cindy could taste something familiar but different. It was definitely pussy, and her mothers at that! The thought of tasting her mothers cum on her lover's lips sent Cindy over the edge. Sam laughed at her shuddering friend. "I thought you'd like that. Your mother and I had quite the night!" "Tell me!" The next Monday morning was a typical family breakfast with the exception that Samantha replaced David at the table. Idle conversation filled the air as each killed time until heading off their own way into the real world. Gathering up the nerve, Carol final took out a tray of squares for a special breakfast dessert. "Samantha gave me a recipe that I'm dying to know if you like hun." "What are they?" "A square, just try them." Carol blushed deeply, setting the tray down in front of her husband. "Oh, may I Mrs. M?" "Of course dear, you helped me." Scarfing one down quickly Sam moaned. "Damn good Mrs. M!" "Okay, lets give it a shot," Ted said with a sigh. No sooner than it hit his tongue, he spat it out into his napkin. "that's nasty!" "Your crazy dad. They taste great!" Cindy said shoving another into her mouth. "Cindy!! Those are for your father!" "Let her have them. They're horrible. I've got to get going now anyway, bye!" Ted leaned in for a kiss, but Carol could only stand there while he pecked her cheek and left. Samantha jumped out her chair to allow Cindy's mother to sit. "It's okay Mrs. M. They really are great. He just doesn't have any taste." Cindy got up to follow her father, leaving the two alone and an empty trey on the table. "Did Cindy eat them?" Carol asked horrified at what her daughter might have tasted. "Yeah, she kinda pigged out." Sam laughed at Carol's horrified look. "Don't worry, she knew what they were. Do you have any more?" "No," Carol said not sure if she understood what was goin on. "Oh, that's okay than. I don't mind fresh." With a wink Sam was under the kitchen table and Carol's troubles were fading away. "Dad, you know you really upset mom eh?" Cindy said running after her father. "Sorry Cin, I don't have time for your mothers mood swings right now." "Mood swings?!" She screamed at him. "Your being an asshole! She made something special for you and you spit it at her! Fuck!" With no patience left, Cindy stomped up to her room to get ready for school. Ted, having a change of heart in light of his daughters tantrum decided it was in his best interest to make a quick apology before a bigger fight came around the bend. Practicing his words he stepped tentatively into the kitchen. "hun- What the fuck!!" "Ow! Shit!" Samantha screamed, hitting her head off the table in surprise. "Hi Ted." Carol said feeling detached and bold. "See Ted, some people like my taste." "What the fuck are you- No I don't care! Tell the kids I'll be at my sisters." He screamed and slammed the door behind him. Carol sighed. This was not how it was suppose to be this morning. "Sorry Sam, I seem to be a bit late as well. I should get goin- OH! Well, I-I have a minute I guess." My New Sister Ch. 04 Fallan really was a virgin, if you don't count the dildos and strap-ons Sammie and a few other girls had shoved into her, before she bent over and impaled herself on my dick. She really was in danger of getting pregnant, too. Not that it mattered to her, she was trying to find a way to piss her father off so bad he'd kick her out. Apparently getting knocked up by a white American from a broken home was the sure ticket. The big-titted blonde, whose name was Trish, really did want to fuck me, and Sammie already had four others lined up for the rest of the week. All three girls had climbed into my car when school was over, and Sammie ordered me to drive to an apartment complex her father owned. "After my parents divorced, my dad would bring his dates here to screw around. Didn't want to bring them home and risk upsetting me." she told us and led us to a room with no numbers at the front of the lot. "Your mom's probably been here a few times too, Jason." she laughed as she unlocked the door. That's when I picked her up and slammed Sammie against the wall of the small apartment, her legs were wrapped around my waist, her tongue was wrapped around mine. I don't know what made me want her more, the fact she watched me fuck my lab partner earlier in the classroom, or the things she told me afterwards. I tore open her shirt, feeling blindly for the steel rings that hung from her nipples as she continued to suck on my tongue. She gasped as I hooked my fingers around one ring and twisted slowly. "Excuse me, when do I get him? I paid just like Fallan." Trish said as she slammed the door shut behind her. I looked over my shoulder and drank her in. A few inches taller than Sammie, she weighed an easy eighty pounds more than her, nearly all of that was in her ass and on her chest. Her shirt was cut so that the entire top half of her breasts were bared, the image of some band I'd never heard of was stretched over the front to the point that it was even more unrecognizable, and her black flare leg jeans hugged every curve she had between belly and knees. I smiled and nearly let Sammie go, but she grabbed the back of my head and planted her fake vampire fangs in my collarbone. "Fallon." I groaned out. "You wanna keep Trish here entertained?" Sammie let go with a heavy sigh. "I promise you can have him as soon as I'm done." she told her blonde buddy. "I mean you don't want him getting you pregnant too do you?" Trish got a slightly confused look on her face and shook her head. "Good, then I'll go drain him, then he won't have any sperm left when it's your turn." Sammie went on matter-of-factly. "And Fallan, do keep her entertained." she ordered and the darker girl just smiled and nodded. "Bed?" I asked and Sammie shot her eyes to my left at a red door with a matching frame. I carried her over and decided that one hand on her ass and the other toying with her nipples left me with a hand short to open the door. Luckily, Sammie sensed my dilemma and reached for the knob herself. We feel into the room, still licking the insides of each other's mouths, and I managed to stumble to the bed before I lost all balance and fell on top of her. I kissed my way down her chin, her neck, and stopped to wrap my tongue around her pierced nipple while she cooed and laughed at me. I was unbuttoning the butterfly crotch of her too-tight straight-leg jeans when I heard "This is SO unfair." from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Trish still pouting, now with her arms folded under her massive boobs. The girl was hot, and I did want her, but she was really getting on my nerves with the interruptions. "Get out." I ordered and her mouth dropped open in amazement. Apparently I wasn't allowed to speak to her that way, not that I really cared at the moment. Sammie pushed me into the floor and sat up, breasts exposed and pants half off. "Listen, bitch!" she barked "Before Jason is your whore, he's mine. Before I rent him to you, I can use him, lick him, suck him, bite him, fuck him, whip him, and abuse him any damn way I want for as long I damn well please!" she said bouncing her head back and forth with each word. She raised one hand, pointing at the larger girl when she tried to speak. "If you've got a fucking problem with that, you can come in here and try to take him from me, or you can go the fuck home!" Sammie screamed. Trish looked like a dog who just got caught shitting on the carpet and started to turn away. "I offered you Fallan to keep you busy, you should be fucking happy I was that fucking generous!" Sammie added, then finished with "Shut the fucking door on your way out!" Every hard edge on my step-sister softened visibly as soon as the door latched and she threw herself at me. Kissing and sucking on my mouth as she pulled me off the carpet by my head. "Where were we?" she smiled and I quickly reminded her by jerking her pants off along with her shoes and kissing my back down her milk-white body. I stopped at her belly button, sticking my tongue in it while I started rubbing her pussy through her soaking wet black panties. "God... Jason... Don't tease me..." she mewled pathetically. I just smiled and eased away from her body. "And why not?" I asked and jammed my thumb into her clit through her black cotton panties. "You've been teasing me all day." I continued and jammed my hand at her pussy again, rocking her whole body and making her gasp and clench her jaw. "You even sicced your little Iraqi slave on me just so you could watch." I said and she braced for another impact, but this time I didn't move. "Kuwaiti." she moaned and relaxed all her tensed up muscles. "Whatever." I answered. "You knew what you were doing to me, ignoring me, driving me insane, then you put her on me!" I told her and spanked her sharply on her crotch Sammie sat halfway up and propped herself up on her elbows. "You loved fucking her in that lab and you know it." she accused. I smiled and shrugged. "You got so fucking turned on when I told you she wasn't on the pill you almost blew your load!" She went on and then said, grinning, "And when you FINALLY came in her after I told you she was a virgin," Sammie smiled and rolled her eyes, and I think I might've even seen her blush, "I actually creamed my panties." I glanced at the soaked cloth covering her snatch. "I can tell." I chided. Sammie slapped me playfully. "I've never done that before. Ever." She smiled a me and asked, "You are able to do an encore, right?" I snorted, "Did yesterday teach you nothing, little sister?" I teased and placed her hand on the erection popping seams in my jeans. She rolled her eyes. "Little? You're like two months older than me." Sammie re-informed me, and quickly undid my belt and pants before sliding her hot little hand inside my boxers to bring out my now engorged dick. She rubbed me a few times as I jerked her soaking panties from her body and started down towards her pussy again. "No, no, no." she complained. I looked up at her, confusion on my face. She explained, "There is no time for foreplay, just fuck me, ok?" I crawled back up her body, pushing her back on the bed as I went, and let her guide my shaft to her shaven box. "Works for me." I told her, smiling as I pushed into her greased up fuck-tube until I felt her lips around the base of my dick. Sammie groaned as I opened her up, sighing and closing her eyes as our hips met. "Don't bother being gentle, either." Sammie told me and kicked me in the ass with her heel. "Gittyup!" Then she started laughing, which made her pussy clench and pull on me. We both moaned when felt it, but before her walls had stopped gripping, I was already out and pushed halfway back in. It wasn't like the first time we were together. There was no discovery, no what "What does she like?" running my mind. No, there was just my cock splitting her pussy open, our flesh meeting and slapping, the bed rocking back and forth, my grunts and groaning, and Sammie's screams. I sucked and kissed her neck as I pounded into her, trying my best to shove my entire body into her tiny pussy. I felt her body tighten up, and the spray from her orgasm splashed on my stomach. Sammie let out a howl that I thought for sure would have the cops called on us. Just then, she grabbed me by the hair, lifted my head, and sunk her pointed teeth into the left half of my collarbone. "Ooohh, FUCK!" I yelled. Somewhere between her pussy pulling on my shaft and squirting me with cunt water, and her biting into my flesh, I started cumming against the far walls of Sammie's body. We froze for a few seconds, before she eased her jaws from me and I eased my dick from her. "There," she panted, licking my blood from her lips. "now we have matching scars." I looked down at my own collarbone to see teeth marks embedded into torn skin. I touched it gently and winced in pain as the endorphins from my orgasm started to wear off. I said, "You bitch." but couldn't keep a straight face. Sammie just laughed and crawled off the bed, heading for the master bathroom. "It's only fair!" she yelled over her shoulder as she fished out something from beneath the sink. She sauntered back to the bed wearing a black silk bathrobe, and carrying a small first aid kit. "Now, let me see." she scolded when I turned my shoulder away from her. When I finally offered the wound to her, she went to quick work bandaging me up. "I'm only doing this so it won't get infected, you'll still have a scar, a big one." she told me as she taped the last corner down. I poked her through her robe, where I knew she had a similar bandage on her right shoulder. She winced slightly, trying to be tougher than I knew she was and I smiled. "Did you doctor yours the same way? Or did you try to knit it up first?" I asked. Sammie pushed me back on the bed, laid on top of me, and kissed me on the cheek "You'll find out when the bandage comes off." she teased. I heard a polite knock on the door and Sammie scowled. "Do you want a condom for Trish?" She asked. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Do I need one, or is she clean?" Sammie squinted and curled her lip. "She's a whore." she finally answered. I rolled my eyes and she rolled off the bed and popped open a door on the nightstand. "Are you ready for her?" Sammie asked and dropped a Trojan on my chest on the way to the door. I picked up the condom and smiled up at Sammie. "Why don't you get me ready for her?" Sammie looked back at me and smiled, and started back away from the door. "No," I stopped her "Go ahead let her in, she can watch. Maybe she'll learn something." Sammie beamed at me. I never knew someone could look so evil and full of glee at the same time. She popped the door open and walked back to the bed before Trish had even seen her face. "Come on in," Sammie chided. "He's not quite ready yet, but I can get him there for you." "What are-?" Trish asked slightly confused, but stopped when she saw me laying there naked. She stared in stunned silence as Sammie plopped her head into my lap and started licking my semi-hard cock. "You are such a bitch." Trish whispered as Sammie started rubbing my balls and sucked the juice-covered head of my dick into her tight-lipped mouth. "Mmmmmm" She moaned, staring past my feet at Trish, and I nearly laughed. Sammie bobbed her head up down, tapping the back of her throat with my cock and leaving more than enough drool behind to let Trish know what she was missing. I was groaning, really hoping she'd keep sucking and Trish would have to wait. She popped my tool out though, with a loud sigh, and wiped her mouth before ripping the Trojan's package open and slowly rolling the condom down over my dick. "He's all yours, Trish, but that stays on." she commented as she hopped off the bed and walked for the door. Trish scowled at her. "What if I want him to cum in my mouth?" My dick perked at the thought even though she asked just to be a smart-ass. Sammie eyed her sideways and looked like she might lunge at her, but said, "Then suck it out of the rubber, after he cums in it." instead. When she left, Trish tried to close the door, and Sammie kicked it back open. "You want the door closed? That'll be fifty more dollars." she spat and held her hand open. Trish glared at her, slack-jawed, the said, "Fine, you wanna watch me fuck your boyfriend? Go ahead, freak." I was beginning to wonder why Sammie and her were friends. Sammie shrugged and walked away to find Fallan, and Trish turned back to me, with an uneasy smile. She walked over to the bed and smiled down at me. "So, that was pretty hot, watching you do Fallan in class." "Thanks." I answered "If you don't mind me asking, what's the rate for half an hour with me anyway?" I asked, reminding her that I was basically a whore. I mean, sure Trish was an attractive girl, and I really couldn't wait to get those big tits of hers in my face, but the shitty attitude she had since we left school was wearing on my desire to fuck her. Instead of answering me, she pulled her top off, followed by her pants and panties at the same time. I watched her and was disappointed that her bra hadn't been removed, and wasn't surprised when I saw the pubic hair shaped into a big T over her slit. Trish stroked her bush a few times then climbed into bed and straddled me. "It's not that much actually," she told me as she reached behind her and grabbed my dick and aimed it up at her slit, "You might wanna ask your sister to raise the prices." She popped the tip of my dick inside her with a gasp. She slid down my shaft slowly, with a loud moan and her eyes half closed. Her pussy was tighter than I expected, and even through the condom I feel how hot and wet she had gotten. When I felt her pubes touch mine, I reached up and popped the shoulder straps on her bra, "Take it off. I wanna suck your tits," I told her. Trish bit her lip and leaned back, her weight crushing down on me and forcing more of my cock up inside her as she put her arms behind her and unhooked her bra, letting her hooters fall into the air and my waiting hands. I pulled her down by her big pale nipples and inhaled one of them between my teeth as she started moaning and rocking her hips on me. After teasing and nibbling her nipples until they stood straight on her tits, I shoved my face into the middle of them and enjoyed the sandwich they made of my head. Trish laughed and shook her upper body, slapping me with her big tits and twisting her hips around my cock. We both moaned at the new sensation, but I didn't stop sucking or licking her giant orbs. "God, you act like you've never seen big boobs before," Trish moaned out as she rocked back and forth on my shaft, "Then again, I've seen Sammie's and I guess you have been deprived of breast meat." I shot her a glare with her nipple still in my mouth and bit down harder than she liked. Before she could stop moaning to complain, I dug my hands into her meaty ass and rolled us both over. "You think that's funny?" I growled and stood off the edge of the bed, then roughly pulled her over to me. She just moaned in response as I shoved my dick back up her gash. "Not so funny now is it?" I barked and jerked her legs up and over my shoulders, holding her by her knees and slamming into her cunt as hard as my legs would let me. Behind the slaps of the backs of her thick thighs hitting my stomach, I could hear her moaning. "N-n-n-no i-i-i-its n-n-n-n-not," I stopped suddenly, popping my cock from inside her, followed by a gush of her pussy juice, to ask her what she said. "Oh Fuck!" she screamed and fell back to the bed. "Jason! Don't stop!" she begged and I threw her legs back open and jumped on top of her, plunging back into her steadily flowing cunt. "You want to know why I had to have Sammie before I fucked you, Trish?" I growled in her ear while I continued to spear her pussy. She looked at me, confused. "Its because I probably wouldn't be able to get hard enough to fuck you otherwise." I told her. She groaned and I'm pretty sure she had an orgasm when told her that. "Why are you being so mean to me?" she panted out while my dick kept up it's repeated invasion of her body. "Cause you're a fucking slut, that's why." I told her and could hardly believe the words came from my own mouth. Trish moaned at the words, and I knew that she had an orgasm then. I laughed, "Holy shit, you really are a slut!" and she moaned louder. "You just came on my dick, cause I called you a nasty slut!" I told her and felt her pussy clench up. I fucked her through her first orgasms and when she started breathing halfway normally, I started abusing her again. "You are such a fucking slut, Trish, you had to pay me for my dick." I told her and she clenched her eyes shut trying not to cry as her pussy told the rest of her body to just enjoy it. I asked, "How else would I give up Sammie's tight cunt for this plate of ham you call a pussy?" and slapped her on the ass. That's when she started crying and having orgasms at the same time. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to stop or not, but when I slowed down and started to pull away Trish grabbed my arms and pulled me back. "Don't stop, Jason, please." she sobbed out and pushed her wide hips up at me, searching for my cock. I drove back into her, noting that she was much wetter now then when we started. I started ramming away at her again, rocking her big body and the bed back and forth causing ripples in her flesh. "Are you gonna cum for me, Jason?" she asked through the impacts and her own sobs. I laughed, but didn't stop hollowing out her cunt. "What makes you think you can even make me cum, slut?" I asked her, leaning out of her range when she reached for me to pull me into a kiss. "And don't fucking touch me," I ordered and slapped her hands away. "I'm here for your pussy, your kisses don't interest me." I barked at her. "Please cum for me, Jason!" she started crying and went limp. "Please! Just cum for your slut!" she was moaning and sobbing at the same time as her pussy clenched and pulled at my dick. "It's all I want, Jason," she wailed, "I only want to make you cum!" Some time before she ran out of tears, I felt my balls clench up. "Here it is slut," I shouted, "this is what you fucking wanted!" Then my dick swelled up ever so slightly and spurted what little sperm I had left into the condom. I pulled myself away from and out of Trish and pulled the condom off my dick. "Here slut." I spat and threw the used rubber towards her face, where it slapped wetly on her right tit and leaked a little cum out. Trish reached for it and shuddered. "Thank you." she muttered and started crying again. I won't lie, I felt horrible for what just happened. When I turned away though, and saw Sammie leaned up against the door frame with Fallan's head between her legs, I felt a little better. "Is she gonna be okay?" I whispered to Sammie. She gasped and moaned as Fallan apparently hit a sensitive spot. "She'll be.. Mmm... Fine." she answered me. "She likes it when.. Ooo, God... People treat her like that." She put her hand on top of Fallan's head and removed the Muslim's mouth from her crotch. "You need to quit before I can't walk." she pointed and Fallan smiled up at her before she crawled into the living room. Sammie closed her robe and followed, I wasn't far behind after grabbing my boxers and pants. "See Jason, Fallan and Trish are mine." Sammie explained to me as Fallan made us all drinks at Sammie's request, or was it an order? "The difference is, Fallan really enjoys the pain and humiliation of me ordering her around. It doesn't even have to be sexual for her, she just gets off on being bossed around." She told me as she sipped on her rum and coke. "Sure, she serves me sexually, and I occasionally go down on her too. Usually I just make her masturbate so I can watch though." Sammie stopped and pointed to the now closed bedroom door. "Trish, on the other hand, only responds to violence and screaming, as I'm sure you've noticed. She likes to bad mouth me behind my back, because she knows it'll piss me off and I'll hurt her." She stopped to swig some more alcohol and caffeine, then continued, "She hates the fact that her body responds how it does to the abuse, but even you can't argue with the orgasms calling her a filthy slut produces." My New Sister Ch. 04 "Yeah, I noticed." I sighed and adjusted my pants. My cock was already sore, but it refused to stay down. "I just didn't now I could go there, ya know?" I admitted, blushing, "I didn't know if she was really enjoying it, or really crying." Sammie grinned at me. "It was both, you dork," she laughed, "Didn't you hear what I just said?" just then the bedroom door opened and Trish came out, fully clothed with her head hung down. We could all tell she had been crying more after we left her. Sammie slapped her ass as she walked past her chair and Trish glared at her. "Don't give me that look, you bitch!" Sammie snapped and Trish immediately fell to her knees. "I'm sorry." she mumbled and didn't move until Sammie told her to go sit down somewhere. I was shocked my tiny step-sister held power over the much larger girl, but held my tongue. After Sammie finished her drink, Trish looked at me and asked, "Can you give me a ride home?" in a low voice. "Sure," I answered and started to get up, "Do you wanna go now?" Trish beat me to the door and was outside before I even had my socks on. "What's her deal?" I asked Sammie. "She wants to get away from me before I decide to make her eat me out." Sammie grinned. I looked at her like she was insane. "What?" She shrugged, "I wasn't going to, it's just she thinks I will." before I left after Trish, Sammie grabbed my hand and spun me around to kiss me. "Be careful ok?" she said after breaking her lips from mine, "Trish likes to show the new guys around, but you are already spoken for." I squeezed her hand gently and winked at her before going outside on the balcony. "Lets go." I told Trish and we headed to my car. Sammie was right to warn me, Trish tried her damnedest to flirt with me on the short trip to her apartment complex. "Listen, I know your not really as big a slut as I treated you like." I told her as I put the car in park. "But honestly Trish, I'm just not interested in you." I saw the disappointment in her face immediately. "Thanks for the good time though ok?" I tried to cheer her up and she just nodded and got out of the car. "And who knows, with Sammie in our lives, we'll probably end up fucking for her entertainment." I shouted after her and saw her actually smile. Sammie called me on my way back and told me not to bother, that her Fallan were staying at the apartment alone, and I should just go home. I was disappointed that I wouldn't get either of them for the rest of the night, but I quickly lost the battle to exhaustion when I got home and fell asleep on the couch right after dinner. My New Sister Ch. 05 I didn't see Sammie until the next day at lunch. I got worried when Fallan showed up just as first period ended, wearing a corset top that nearly made her firm little tits pop out for the entire school to see, and a black leather pair of shorts that ended right before her thigh-high boots started. However, she assured me Sammie was fine, and would be there before lunch was over. When I pressed her for information, she grabbed me by the crotch and promised me that everything was fine. So when Sammie walked into the cafeteria wearing a denim miniskirt that looked like it was made of old belts, a long-sleeved top that was reflective black spider webs on plain black cotton, and a big cast on her left hand that covered most of her fingers and forearm, I shot Fallan a look that would've vaporized her if I were Superman. "Leave her alone Jason." Sammie told me, plopping down next to me with a sack of food from Hardees. "She was only doing what I told her to." I started to ask her what happened to her, but she wrinkled her cute little nose up at my tray with greasy spaghetti on it and said, "What the hell, Jason?" before shoving it away and handing me a bacon cheeseburger from her bag, and giving a smaller one to Fallan. "Um.. Thanks." I said and bit into it. "So what happened to you?" I asked after swallowing. Sammie gave me a weird look. "What? This?" she said holding up her cast covered hand. "I got in a fight, no big deal." she said with a dismissive shrug. "No big deal?" I asked, a little shocked. "She broke your fucking hand." Sammie shook her head as she chewed. "Wrist." she said around the mouthful of bread and beef. "And technically, I broke it myself by punching him too hard." She paused when she saw my slack-jawed shock. "Oh God, Jason, quit with the fake worry." she ordered. "You aren't my boyfriend, or my brother, so just stop trying to take care of me like you are." Ok, I'm not going to lie, that hurt my feelings. I thought about telling my dear step-sister how it made me feel, but if that's how she wanted it. "So, who's the next girl?" I asked bluntly. Sammie stopped chewing for a second, and I wondered if she knew she upset me. "Constance Koplin." she finally said, not showing any concern if she did realize the effect she had on me. I knew the name from somewhere, but I couldn't think of what she looked like or where I knew her from. "I met her on the net a few years back," Sammie went on, "She's really a sweet girl in person, despite how the media vilified her." That's when it hit me. "Constance Koplin?" I asked, and Sammie nodded while she took a long drink from her giant Hardee's cup. "Connie the Cop Killer?" I gaped at her. Sammie rolled her eyes, and Fallan tried not to laugh. "Try not to call her that when you meet her." the pale girl told me. I shook my head and laughed sourly. "You don't have to worry about that," I said, "I'm not going to meet her." Sammie looked at me like she was confused so I explained. "She's batshit insane, and so are you if think I'm going to fuck her!" I said and realized just how loud I'd gotten by the other students staring at me from other tables. Sammie glared at me for a few long seconds. "Fine." she spat and started digging in her pockets. She pulled out a wad of money and threw it at my face, saying "That's yours" before getting up a stomping away with Fallan quickly in tow. I tried to gather up the three hundred or so worth of twenties and tens while yelling for Sammie to wait. I chased her halfway to third period before I snatched her by the wrist to face me. "What's the big deal, Sam?" I asked, breathless. "Why don't you just give her money back?" Sammie's jaw started to drop, but instead she jerked her hand away from me and smacked me hard enough to make me see colors. "You're so fucking dumb sometimes!" she hissed. She raised her hand again and I flinched, but she just threw her arms up in the air. "Just forget it, Jason, forget the whole deal." The she turned around, and I barely heard her say, "Forget about me too." before she huffed off to history class. Sammie sat there and glared at me the whole class, making no attempt to be discrete about how mad at me she was She was up and gone as soon as the bell rung, nowhere to be seen before the start of last period. While she missing, I asked Fallan "What's Sammie's problem anyway?" when I was sure my step-sister wouldn't interrupt us. Fallan acted nervous and answered very quietly. "She just really cares about her friends, and you just insulted one of the best ones she has." I winced, knowing she was right. "But Connie Koplin is a psychopath." I told her. "She killed four men with not much more than her bare hands, two were cops." I said remembering the news feeds and newspaper stories from a few years before. It was a huge deal because Connie had went to school not far from where I lived. Fallan just shook her head and frowned. "You only know that side of it Jason." she told me as the bell rung. "I mean, just don't judge people by what others have told you ok?" Fallan kissed me on the cheek and started to turn away. "Get to class, and try to patch things up with Sammie ok? If she stays mad at you, then we won't get to spend any time together." she asked and then ran off. Sammie was already in fourth period, Economics, when I got there, and the look on her face scared me more than when she was mad. She was grinning ear to ear, and still staring me. "So, I'm sorry." she said after class as we walked to my car together. "I shouldn't expect you to just take whatever I tell you. You're not my slave, not like Fallan." she informed me. "So, I made a few calls, and got you tomorrow's appointment today, but we gotta be quick ok?" "Oh yeah?" I asked, waving to Gracie as I saw her climbing into one of her friend's car for a ride home. "Who is it this time, Lorena Bobbit?" I joked, then saw Sammie's expression of near-hatred. "Sorry." When we got on the road, Sammie started giving me directions while telling me about her friend. "I think you'll like her. She's tall, has a really nice body. Turn left," she said and pointed. "And I know how much you like tattoos and piercings." she went on and traced her fingers up my thigh to rub the outline of my dick through my jeans. "Take a right, and it's at the end." I pulled up to the house, noticing we were far from in a nice neighborhood, and looked at Sammie. "This place?" I said pointing a thumb at the unkempt yard, cluttered porch, and multitude of non-lethal animal traps (some holding animals inside). Sammie smirked and lifted her hand off my crotch. "Don't tell me you've been living in leisure for so long that you've forgotten how some people have to survive." "Says the girl with three trust funds." I shot back quickly. Sammie just grinned again, showing me her elongated canines, before leaning across the seat to give me a kiss. "Go have fun." she said as she pulled away. "I'll wait in the car and do my homework," she let me know then waved her broken wrist at me "Go, now." I got out of the car and picked my way through the yard, careful not to step on anything living or that might be a trap. I rang the doorbell and immediately heard a dog barking, and either a baby or a bird screaming. Moments later a low female voice joined the noises, yelling for the other to shut up. The door swung open and a young woman looked out at me, waiting with a lit cigarette resting between her unpainted lips. She was taller than Sammie, maybe two inches shy of matching my own height, with dark brown roots under her bleach-blonde hair. Her heart-shaped face was cute, even without any makeup coving the large dark circles under her eyes, and her bare lips were still just pink and full enough to make me envy the cigarette they held resting between to close rings the pierced the center of her bottom lip. "Well?" I heard her ask roughly. I knew I should've responded, but I was dragging my eyes over her body. The gray tank top she was wearing was nearly see-through showing me her braless breasts with their pierced nipples and the tribal tattoo that seemed to wind their way out of her exposed navel, up her sides, and across her toned arms. They tiny matching shorts left little to the imagination, and proved the vine-like ink stretched down her well-shaped legs as well. "Hi!" I finally belted out. "Sorry," I tried to apologize, "I'm Jason, Sammie's... uh..." I stammered and looked over my shoulder at Sammie, who was watching me from the front seat. The woman smiled and blew smoke sideways. "You're the man-whore." she stated bluntly. I blinked a few times and nodded. "Yeah, I'm him." Then she motioned for me to come in and turned to walk inside, letting me watched her firm ass sway away. I glanced at Sammie again, and she waved me on before I went after the tattooed hottie. The inside of the house smelled like smoke and wet dog. The cause of one walked in front of me, the other watched me intently from an overstuffed couch in front of an old television. He was a big rottweiler that seemed to missing part of his back right leg. He growled at me when I made eye-contact with him, and I nearly ran into a birdcage that housed a grey and yellow parrot that called me stupid when I stumbled. "Stow it Gimp!" The woman yelled, making me and dog jump. The parrot echoed her quickly and started making clicking noises. "I'm Nina, by the way." she finally introduced herself as I followed her to a door off the side of the kitchen. "We're almost there now." she said and opened the door leading down to the basement. The smell was different down there. Less smoky and more musty; less wet dog and more wet earth. Like an old dead tree rotting in woods. I knew hardship and poverty, but Nina lived in something entirely different. In the center of the room, above the concrete floor, under a bare bulb, was an elevated bed with a white sheet stretched over it. "So...?" I started. Nina turned to me with her lips, still holding her smoke, curled into a weird little smile. "Take off your clothes," she ordered, "Then get on the bed." As I did as I was told, I watched Nina drop her shorts and toss her tank away. Revealing in full nudity how well-toned and muscled her body was. Her tits were not much more than handfuls, but were firm and perky, with the tattoo from the rest of her body cradling their undersides like a painted on bra. Her butt cheeks received the same treatment, and the ink even went up between her legs and I'm guessing disappeared into her peach-fuzz covered pussy. I got up on the table, laying down on my side and watching her watch me. I tried to not make it too obvious that my cock had been hard since before I met her, and had only gotten more rigid since. She grinned, still not releasing her cig, and pushed my flat on my back and swung her leg over me. She ran her hands over me, pressing them into my skin just enough to hurt, flattening herself against me as she massaged my arms and pressed her cheek to mine. "This must be a present from your sister," she commented and I felt her lick the bandage on my neck. I worried about that cigarette burning me, but stopped when I felt her wetness touched the tip of my dick. I thrust upwards sharply, involuntarily, and stabbed an inch or two into Nina's cunt. "Oh..." she moaned and closed her eyes. "Someone's eager." she said and sat back, pulling my hands to her chest as she sunk down on me. She was biting her lip and moaning lowly as her ass touched the tops of my legs. I groaned myself. Nina's tunnel was soaking wet and so hot wrapped around my dick. She pulled and gripped me with her pussy muscles without even moving her body. I roughly rubbed her breasts and started pushing at her, trying to fuck her even though she refused to give me the room to. I tried lifting her up using my hips, only to find she had locked her legs under mine and refused to move, even when I pulled on the tiny black barbells sitting vertical in her nipples. She breathed in sharply and I felt her cunt tighten up when I twisted her tits to get a better grip. "Hold still!" she growled at me and yanked my hands away, pinning them to the bed. It might've taken away the pleasure of her tits, but at least she had to move her hips and her pussy on my cock to do it. Then I felt something cold on my wrists, and heard the metal clicking together. "There, that aughta do it" she chided and slammed her ass back down on me, pushing the tip of my dick up against the back of her slick tunnel. I craned my neck to look up at my hand, and saw that she had manacles bolted around my wrists and chained to the bottom of the bed. "Kinky." I joked and pulled on them to test their strength. They were solid, and firmly attached to the bed just behind my own head. Nina just laughed, still with a cigarette in her mouth, and started slowly riding me. "You don't know the half of it." she whispered to me and started moving faster. Up and down, in and out, her slick pussy sliding on and over my cock, gripping in on the way down, pulling on it as it came back out. I felt her get wetter as she braced her hands on my sides, digging her nails into my skin and throwing her head back. Nina started slamming her hot cunt down on my dick. Forcing more and more of it into her tattooed body as she shuddered and screamed. Telling anyone that could hear that she was having an orgasm. Upstairs, Gimp the Rottweiler started barking at the door. I felt it inside of her, pulsating and spasming on my cock. "Oh.. Nina!" I groaned and tried to keep my dick inside her longer. "I'm gonna cum!" I shouted to her. Then she was off of me. "Not yet you aren't" she laughed, and she was right. My dick twitched and my face begged her. I was right there and she took it from me. "I'm not done with you, Jason," Nina told me and walked out of the small halo of light cast down by the bare bulb. "I have a surprise for you, Sammie told me you'd like it." I heard her say, and then I heard her grunt and there was some metallic noises like old hinges and rusted clasps breaking open. I felt it hit my chest first. It was maybe two feet long, and cold. "What... was that?" I asked the light bulb and I lifted my head as much as I could with my hands chained up and I saw a snake looking back at me. It was fat, black and coming closer to my face. The little experience I had told me it wasn't poisonous, but it was still a snake on my chest. I twisted back and forth as much as I could and slung the reptile into the floor. "What the fuck!?" I yelled when it was gone. Nina giggled like a schoolgirl. "What's wrong?" she asked, sounding like she thought I should be enjoying this. "Not enough?" I heard a few more odd sounds, then a loud crash. "Enjoy it, Jason!" Nina yelled, "Not everyone gets to live out their fantasy." And then I was covered in snakes, they come out of the ceiling in one huge tangle. I prayed that none of them were venomous as they crawled all over my naked body. On my face, arms, chest, even over my dick, which was still hard despite me being scared and freaked out. I started yanking on the manacles hard enough to hurt my hands, thinking if I could pull hard enough I might be able to get free somehow. I took a breath through my nose, fearing a snake would crawl in my mouth otherwise, and tried to calm down. They're only constrictors, I told myself, I mean nobody's crazy enough to throw poisonous snakes on someone else's naked body just for kicks. Then I heard the distinctive rattle. "Oh, fuck this!" I yelled and yanked one more good time and broke the board I was chained too. I sat up, slinging snakes everywhere while Nina screamed at me to lay back down. I bolted for the stairs, grabbing clothes and shoes mid step. Something bit my ankle, but I didn't have the nerve to look and see if it was the rattle-snake or something much less dangerous. I bounded up the stairs and crashed through the door, meeting Gimp in the kitchen. My movements combined with Nina's screams had set him off and he was doing all he could do to pull me down to the floor to get his jaws on something vital. Not having the will to actually harm the dog, I shoved him off balance and sprinted for the door. Sammie was already in the driver's seat, laughing. "Go!" I started yelling as soon as I was close enough. "Drive, drive, drive!" I told her as I jumped naked through the window. Sammie started to tell me I was being stupid, then she looked up to see Gimp charging across Nina's lawn barking at the car. "Oh, shit!" she screamed and punched the gas, screeching the tires before taking off down the street. Neither of us talked until she pulled into a nearly empty parking garage about ten minutes from home. "So, how was it?" she tried to ask, but started giggling. I whirled on her. "How was it? She tried to fucking kill me!" I yelled. "She bolted me to a table, "I showed her the two chains hanging from my bruised wrists with a bit of wood attached to the ends, "And then the crazy bitch dumped fucking snakes on me! SNAKES!" I feel back against the car seat, holding onto the headrest, trying to breath. "And one of them bit me, it might've been a rattle snake," I finished. Sammie smirked. "Lemme see." I wrenched my leg up for her to examine my ankle. "Nope." she said quickly. "No punctures, just teeth marks. Probably just a king snake." She reassured me, then I noticed her eyes were looking down at my cock, which hadn't gone completely down. "Anyway," she shook her head "That was about the worst punishment I could've gave you. You insulted my friend, called her crazy." Sammie reminded me of Connie Koplin. "Now Nina, she's crazy, as you could tell. She did just want to fuck you, but I told her you had a thing for snakes cause you needed to be taught a lesson." I looked at her and I wished then that I could've thought of a way to kill her and hide the body. "A lesson?" I asked "About what?" "Don't judge people, Jason." Sammie told me and sat sideways in her seat. "You think Connie's crazy cause people told you so. But you saw sweet little Nina, and never thought she'd throw venomous snakes at your dick." Sammie leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, pushing my clothes and shoes into the floor. "Just... Think about it ok?" she said and kept getting closer. I started to move my hands down to lift her skirt. I figured she wasn't wearing underwear, and knew what was coming; I'd also never been happier to be done with a fight. But Sammie stopped me, she grabbed the chains and looped them around the back of the headrest, then pulled them tight to her, drawing my hands back behind my head as she hoisted herself over me. "Sammie, what are you doing?" I asked with a knowing smile. "Shut up, Jason." she said bluntly and moved her hips back and forth until I felt her hairless pussy rub up against my dick. She gasped a little and I concentrated on making myself as hard and stable as I could for her. Sammie lifted slightly and eased herself down on my dick, spreading her tight lips and splitting her box open as she lowered. We both held our breath until she had as much in her as she could handle. I knew I could feel her cervix on the head of my dick, but there was still an inch or so of my shaft sticking out of her cunt. "You feel a lot bigger today." Sammie moaned and nearly let my hands free. I had control long enough to rip her shirt open and attach my lips to her right breast. Then she jerked on the chains and yanked me back. When she pulled and I rocked back, the motion caused her to fall back, and me to push forward. Opening my new sister's womb with my dick was a new feeling for both of us. "Oh, God." I groaned. "Oh, fuck." I looked up at Sammie, clenching those chains in her fist and baring her tightly closed teeth, I couldn't tell if she was in Heaven or Hell. "Are you okay, baby?" My New Sister Ch. 05 She pulled herself up by the chains, (which had to hurt her broken wrist like hell) pulling my hands back harder, and released the head of my dick from her uterus. "Oh... wow." she moaned. "Do that again, Jason, please." I'm still not sure what I did exactly, but I didn't move a single millimeter as Sammie pushed her pussy down over my cock again, popping it past her cervix. Then she'd pull my chains and lift herself, only to repeat the process. She was screaming into my shoulder and slamming her cunt on me before I realized that she had already came and I was sitting in a puddle of her orgasmic spray. She eased her head back and kissed me passionately, slithering her pierced tongue half way to my throat as she rode me. When she broke the kiss I thought she was crying, but all she said was, "Cum for me Jason, cum inside me." then attacked my mouth again. I didn't have to tell her, I guess she just knew, because when I felt myself starting to cum, Sammie pushed her cunt as far down over me as she could, grinding back and forth on my lap with my dick stabbing her womb. Then I exploded inside her, flooding her as deep as she'd ever had it while her pussy sucked and milked my shaft. I was still cumming, and so was she when our kiss broke again. "You're too good to me, brother." she panted. I just laughed, which made my dick jump, and both of us moan. "No shit." I told her when I caught my breath. After pushing the car door open to separate, we got dressed and got on our way home. Later, in the driveway, I asked "So, is Connie still interested?" as Sammie tried to get the chains off my wrists with a pair of bolt cutters. I hoped that would help patch things up with Sammie more. Sammie sighed and finally cut through the second chain, leaving the manacles on me "That's up to you." She told me. "Really, I don't want to force you into something your uncomfortable with again." she smiled after she said it. "But the look on your face running from Gimp? That was SO worth it." She tried to stop laughing as we walked to the house. "But , seriously, I was wrong." she admitted, "You do care about me, and I care about you. It's not for me to tell you who when and how." I smiled and chanced the neighbors seeing me kiss her. "I know," I said backing away. "But I want to give Connie a chance, she can't be as bad as Nina." I told her and opened the front door to let her inside. "Well, there's a catch," Sammie told me as we made our way upstairs after saying hello to the family and giving bullshit answers about where we'd been. "Connie doesn't know you're getting paid." she told me, pulling on her fingers that poked out of her cast. "I told her that my step-brother was having trouble meeting girls, and she's not exactly the 'go out and meet a guy' type." I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Obviously, I mean who in their right mind would go out with Connie The Co..." I stopped short of the media's nickname. "Sorry. So I have a blind date with your friend Friday?" I asked. Sammie shook her head. "We have Friday off from school, so you're taking her out tomorrow after you get out of school." She told me. "I'll give you directions, just go pick her up at her house. I'll bring Gracie home." I kissed her again, it was long, slow, and deeply passionate. Sammie's face was flushed when we separated. Then failing to find words, she slapped me just hard enough to make my cheek sting. "NEVER do that when our parents are home." she scolded and disappeared into her bedroom. I rubbed my cheek and smiled, then retreated to my own room to do my homework. The next morning, after a quick breakfast in the car, I asked "So what's the real story behind Connie?" Sammie cut her eyes towards the back seat, where Gracie was finishing a bottle of orange juice. "Who's Connie?" my little sister chimed. "None of your business." I shot back. "Now put your headphones on, Runt." Gracie grumbled something, but did as she was told. "Now, what about Connie?" I asked again. The media told the story of Connie the Cop-Killer, a deeply disturbed fourteen year old who ran off with her pedophile uncle, then killed him and another girl in a fit of jealous rage. When the police responded, Connie shot the first two through the door, then attempted to kill herself. After the media frenzy and trial, Connie the Cop Killer was sentenced to a psych ward, then released when she turned eighteen. The story Sammie told me was different, but no less upsetting. Constance was kidnapped by her deranged uncle. Then locked in a cellar where she was repeatedly raped and beaten by her uncle, his equally insane girlfriend, and one of their friends. The friend was one of the cops that Connie shot and killed with her uncle's gun. "So, she's not crazy." I commented, "She was just driven insane." "But she's okay now." Sammie told me as we walked into the school. "Listen, just treat her like you would any other date." She told me in the crossing of the main halls, then stepped close and kissed me quickly on the lips before disappearing into the throng of students trying to make it to class. "I saw that." I heard from behind me as I left first period. I turned and saw Fallan and Trish following me. Fallan had on a leather corset top, with a pair of pants that managed to completely envelop the lower half of her body, platform boots and all. Trish once again had an obscure metal band stretched over her huge tits, this time with loose-cut black jeans. "That kiss, in the breezeway." Fallan teased, "That's not something brother and sister should do." I rolled my eyes and kept walking. "She's not my sister." I said over my shoulder. Trish snorted. "Yeah, well pimps usually make out with their whores either." They started following me closer, and I heard. "Which reminds me, why'd she bump her prices up so much?" I stopped at the entrance to my second class, which I shared with Fallan. "What are you talking about?" I asked, spinning to face them. Trish looked at the smaller girl, mocking surprise. "He doesn't know." She turned to me, "You don't know?" she started to laughed. "Oh, that's nice. Way to go Samantha." She stepped closer to me and put her hand on my dick. "Sammie told me, that a night with this" Trish squeezed, hard. "Was $500. That's over twice what I paid for Tuesday." I sighed and shook my head. "Well, maybe she's trying to keep whatever's rotting your crotch off mine." I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away roughly, jerking her closer to me at the same time. "Stop being such a slut," I growled in her face. "And Sammie might drop her prices." Trish moaned and whimpered slightly as I threw her arm back towards her. I turned and held the door to Calculus open for Fallan. "Coming to class?" The olive skinned girl smiled as she walked past me, discretely running her hand over my cock as she passed. "Thank you." she cooed. As everyone rushed out the door and toward the cafeteria when the lunch bell rang, I was suddenly jerked into a darkened broom closet. Before I could fight off my abductor, a pair of lips was pressed against mine, and I heard "Shhhh, it's me." in a middle-eastern accent when the kiss ended. Fallan's hands were all over me, trying to go up my shirt and down my pants and anywhere else I'd let them. When I felt her fingernails digging into the rapidly growing shaft of my penis to get it out of my jeans, I stopped her. "What the hell, Fallan?" I asked, holding her by either shoulder. "What are you doing?" Even immobilized by my hands, she was able to unzip me and nearly pull my tool from its shed. "Don't worry, I can pay." she quickly told me. "I just can't stop thinking about the chem-lab. I need you in me again." Fallan explained and started rubbing my cock slowly, but firmly. My grip on her arms loosened slightly and she dropped to her knees. Before anything else was said, she had my half-hard cock in her mouth, and doing one hell of a job on it for a girl who just lost her virginity. "Oh... Christ... Fallan..." I gasped as she sucked just the head past her lips and rubbed her tongue all over the crown. She caressed the shaft slowly as her tongue danced on my helmet, coaxing it to hardness before taking more in her mouth. Before I understood what was happening, Fallan had swallowed the head of my dick and was trying to suck more down. I groaned at the wonderful feeling of the young Kuwaiti throat wrapped around my dick, and felt my cock swell in her mouth. Fallan gagged and quickly spit my cock up. Even in the dark, I knew she was grinning up at me. "Your sister makes me suck her dildos after she fucks me." she told me, as if she could see my startled expression at her oral skills. With her hand still slowly stroking my cock, I knew what she wanted next. I pulled her to her feet, and pushed her back against the concrete wall, lifting her small frame off the floor by her underarms. She moaned and I used the sound to find her mouth and drive my tongue into it. As I kissed her, I managed to pull her enormous pants off and blindly feel around until I had her soaked panties jerked to one side. Getting inside of her was a little more trouble, and after the fourth time I either mashed against her clit, or missed and rammed my dick into the concrete under her ass, Fallan broke the kiss and said. "Here, let me help." Then she wrapped those leather-clad legs around me and pulled me to her, forcing my dick through her dripping entrance in once swift moaning movement. "Now fuck me like you want to." she wheezed in my ear and squeezed her legs tighter around me. I groaned and pushed into her, deeper and harder than I was allowed to two days prior. Her pussy slurped and squeezed and pulled on my cock as if slid in and out, making both of us moan more then we meant to. When Fallan started to orgasm, she kissed me again, sliding her tongue into my mouth to cover her own screams. As she caught her breath, she moaned out. "Please Jason, fuck me harder." and wrapper her arms around my neck. I groaned and braced myself against the wall, shoving my cock as deep in her tunnel as I could. Imagine my shock when I felt her ass hitting my thighs and my dick wasn't touching the back of her cunt. I started pushing into her faster, harder, making my cock burrow deeper in Fallan's wetter-by-second pussy with each thrust. I was determined to hit her cervix before I came. Fallan's own orgasms weren't waiting though. She kissed me first, then leaned her head against my shoulder and bit me softly to stifle her moans and screams as she rode my cock to her own personal heaven. When my thrusts lost their rhythm, and my breathing got even more erratic, I heard her whispering in my ear. "Cum for me Jason... Cum in my wet little cunt... Cum baby, and get me pregnant..." I lost it then. I tried to keep quiet by filling my mouth with a few inches of Fallans neck as my cock erupted inside of her. She started cumming again when my sperm got launched into her pussy, and bit me on the arm, just behind the manacle still attached to my wrist. I kept pushing my dick into her until I felt my cum sloshing out around the shaft. When I let her off the wall, Fallan fell to her knees again and quickly cleaned my cock off for me, making sure every drop of our combined juices went down her throat. "Mmmmm..." she moaned "Thank you Jason." she said she stood and redressed herself. I just smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you." then I felt her hand reach into my pocket. Something was left there, and she grazed my dick again when she pulled her hand away. Fallan left the closet first, and I gave her a few seconds before I made my exit. There was a hundred and two fifties in my pocket when I checked them, and Fallan nowhere to be seen. After buying a slice of a pizza in the lunch-room, I found Sammie sitting alone, and plopped down next to her. "Where have you been?" she asked tearing her eyes away from a book she was reading while nibbling on her food. Not knowing exactly how to answer, I put one of the fifties on the table. "I think that's your cut." Sammie slammed the book closed and gaped at me. "What? You get a cut right? Or should it be more?" I joked but quickly lost my smile when she didn't develop one. "Hey, if you want it all, That's cool too." I said and threw the other $150 on the table and started eating. "Who was it?" Sammie asked me before I could swallow my first bite. When I didn't answer, she grabbed my hair and pulled sharply. "WHO, JASON?" I winced and smacked her hand away. "I'm not telling you, because you'll probably go hurt her, and yourself." She grabbed the hand that smacked hers away and bent it backwards painfully. "You're gonna havta break it, Sammie, unless you swear to me that you will not hurt her." I groaned out, and then made a point of taking another bite of my pizza. Sammie's grip slackened slightly, then let go altogether. When I looked at her she had an actual pained look on her face. "Do you like her more than me?" she whispered. "Is that why you won't tell?" I looked at her like she was crazy. "No, but she's my friend, at least, and I don't want you going crazy and breaking her face. Along with your other wrist." I explained, but she refused to cheer up. I dropped my pizza with a sigh and poked her in the bandaged spot on her neck, making her wince. "I have one of those too, remember?" I said pointing at my own field-dressed wound. "We've drank each other's blood, Sammie. I don't think anyone can come between that." She huffed and put her head down on the plastic table. "But you still like her enough to not tell me." I sighed, and knew it would cause trouble, but seeing her upset really bothered me. "Fine, it was Fallon." I admitted and Sammie shot upright with a slight look of rage. "We talked about it, and decided that was a fair price for a quickie in the cleaning closet." I lied to protect Sammie's slave girl. "I told her you were off the menu, that's why I raised prices." Sammie growled. "I'm going to beat her ass, and Trish too! I know she had something to do with it." She started to get up and I jerked her back down in the seat hard enough to make her grunt. When turned to look at me like a queen who's own servant dared tug on her sleeve, I said "Leave them alone. Fallan is just as horny as you, and maybe I like it that way." I released her arm, "And I took care of Trish already." I admitted and told her about the happenings earlier. "She won't be bothering me much anymore." Sammie was still frowning, despite the grin she flashed when I told her what I'd said to Trish. "So you really like Fallan?" She asked. I shrugged. "I like fucking her." I said, "I mean, she's cool and all, and under different circumstances, I'd probably date her." I paused to finish off my pizza, then continued. "But I'll stop letting her get to me if it really bothers you." Sammie was silent until the bell sounded for everyone to go to third period. "Just don't give her any freebies, ok?" She told me. "I don't want her to think you're hers more than mine." I just smiled and kissed her on the cheek. The rest of the school day was pretty uneventful, except that Trish, Sammie, and Fallan all came in to Chemistry looking like they just left a sauna. Trish had clearly been crying, but I chose not to ask any questions. When the final bell rang, I followed Sammie to the parking lot where she handed me a piece of notebook paper with directions to Connie's on it. "So, am I supposed to seduce her or something? I mean she doesn't know I'm being paid for this." I saw Gracie waving to her friends and on her way towards us and tried to think of something to tell her so she'd go with Sammie and not complain about me not taking her home. Sammie shook her head. "You're supposed to take her out on a date. Dinner, movie, walk in the park, whatever." She glanced over her shoulder at Gracie quickly. "Just be yourself, and if she doesn't invite you in at the end of the night, then there'll be no sex. You'll still get your money." She turned to my little sister and smiled "Hey Runt, you ready to go shopping?" Gracie lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh yeah! Can we go to the mall next to the airport first?" she asked nearly shaking from excitement. She looked up at me worried, probably due to my confused expression "Sammie said she'd take me to buy some new clothes. It's ok isn't it Jason?" I nodded, delighted Sammie took care of the situation before there even was one. "Sure Gracie, have fun. Try not to break the bank ok?" I joked and messed up her hair. I pulled Sammie to one side to thank her, but ended up just staring at her for a few long seconds. Sammie actually blushed before backing away. "Here, you've earned this I think." She said and produced a key to unlock the manacles from my wrists. "Now get going, Connie's expecting you by four." she scolded quietly then led Gracie to her own car. She looked over her shoulder before getting in and waved me on. Connie's house wasn't too far away, and I made it there with plenty of time to spare. For some reason, I was nervous, and I sat staring at the phone number written on Sammie's directions. She gave me the number in case I got lost, but I briefly considered calling it to cancel. I even dialed it into my cell phone before I ripped it off the corner of paper and then into tiny pieces. "You're an idiot." I told myself and closed the phone, getting out of the car to cross the street to Connie's squat brick home. I rung the doorbell and was relieved to not hear any animal cries coming from the other side of the door. It opened after a few seconds and a rail thin girl with neon orange hair answered the door. She was barely five foot tall and couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds. Paper white skin covered in freckles contrasted with the oversized dark grey sweater she wore half unzipped over a bare chest. "Yeah?" She spat at me. "Connie?" I asked, hoping slightly that she wasn't my date. At the same time though, I was wondering what that sweatshirt was covering, and if she only dyed the hair on her head. She smirked. "You wish." she offered her hand and I shook it gently. "You can call me Slice." She offered for me to come inside, and once we were beyond the foyer she told me to wait. "I'll go grab Connie for you." Slice disappeared down the hall, and I stood waiting for an untold number of minutes. I looked around at the framed pictures on the walls. No family portraits or pictures of friends., just strange paintings that reminded me of H.R. Giger and Salvador Dali. A few small sculptures on a nearby bookcase mirrored the same type of art. I was staring at one particularly creepy piece trying to figure out where the poor soul's head was when I heard. "I know they're weird, but they're still beautiful." I stood up straight and turned quickly. The woman standing in the nearest doorway was nearly my height, with a long black denim coat hiding her frame. Her long black hair had hints of curls at the ends, and was pulled over the left half of her face, hiding it from site. The right half was a sight though, large round brown eye, a short pointed nose, and a mouth that I'm sure was capable of displaying a smile wider than most I'd ever seen. "Oh, Hi. I'm Jason." I finally responded while I looked her over quickly. Her acid-washed black pants hid anything you'd call a shape from her waist down behind impossibly wide legs with little metal rings sewn in every few inches on the outer seam. Her shirt however was nearly skin tight, white, with a crucifix shape that went down from the collar and crossed her ample chest. She smiled, slightly, almost like she was trying to hide it from me. "Yeah, Slice told me you were here." She took a few steps closer, slowly, looking me over. "I'm Connie, by the way." she looked at the figure I was staring at when she came in. "It's one of my favorites." she commented and pointed at an orb resting against its surrealistic feet "That's her head, like she's tired of carrying it around, but doesn't want to lose it." My New Sister Ch. 05 I leaned in, grinning like an idiot and muttered. "Thanks, it was bothering the hell out of me trying to figure out where the head was." Then I realized how close to her own face I was and stood up quickly. "So, um... Ready to go?" I asked. "There's a great little steakhouse near here, and it'll be packed with people since it's a long weekend." "I'm a vegetarian, and I'd appreciate not watching others devour flesh like a bunch of barbarians." Connie said, almost like a curse, and I stammered for a second, trying to think of anywhere else we could go. Then she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, "I'm fucking with you Jason!" she told me. "I know where you're talking about, they have an awesome bacon wrapped ribeye." The waitress was a little too bubbly for my tastes, and she tried to flirt with me more than she paid attention to our orders, but I guess she was just trying to make a living like I was. While we waited on our food, Connie and I talked, and she was a lot more normal than I expected. She liked the same stupid funny movies I did, watched primetime TV just like most people. She was so far from the deranged morbid deeply troubled girl than the news had portrayed her to be. Connie touched my hand and I felt her foot on my leg when she flirted with me. She blushed and played with her hair when I flirted back. She still wouldn't let me see her smile, not fully anyway, always covered her mouth with her hand if she laughed. She would also look me in the eye often as we spoke, but always glance away when I tried to see the eye she kept hidden so well behind her hair. Despite my misgivings about going out with someone that once took four people's lives, I was truly having a good time. After dinner, I drove us out to small little known park that I got lucky in one time. It was nothing special, but the view from one side was pretty. It was a nice place for a walk after dark. Of course when we got there, the gates were chained shut. "Closed for repairs?" I read the sign someone had hung up. "What bullshit." Connie laughed a little. "What's wrong Jason, no other place to take girls to get in their pants?" when I tried to defend myself, she stopped me by pressing her finger to my lips. "Shhh... I think it's sweet that you took me all the way out here." She lowered her hand, and leaned closer, her visible eye was searching mine, I don't know for what. When I kissed her, both our eyes closed. Connie moaned just a little, more than she meant to I'm sure, and pulled me closer to her. It felt like she was starving and my lips were ambrosia. My arms went around her and pulled her body to mine while we kissed so hard I thought she might force her mouth past my teeth and crawl inside me. Before she was fully in my lap, with my one hand on her hip, the other firmly grabbing her ass, she stopped me. "Jason, are you okay with this?" she asked me breaking the kiss and hanging her head slightly. I squeezed her ass a little harder and smiled "Of course I am, but I don't want to go any faster than –" She cut me off with her lips, but also pulled her body away from me. When she was back in her seat and the kiss was done, she told me to take her home. At first I was worried I'd said the wrong thing, then just confused. "Connie, if I said or did something out of line, I'm really sorry." I tried to tell her a few minutes down the road toward her house. She smiled at me, this time it was the wider than wide grin she hid from me all night, and laid her hand on my thigh "Just drive me home Jason." Not another word was exchanged while we rode. When I parked across the street from her home, she got out, shooting me a look so I knew I was meant to follow. I got out and chased her across the street, catching her underneath a tree that was losing its leaves. I pushed her against the bark and kissed her again, wriggling my tongue past her lips while she pushed off the tree and pressed into me. Her arms were wrapped around me, under my jacket. My hands were inside her long denim coat, one making its way up her back. Connie broke the kiss for a breath and looked into my eyes again, still searching for I don't know what. As I leaned back in to kiss her, a quick gust of wind caught her hair and exposed her full face to me, and I gasped in quick shock. It was one second, half a second, but I saw it. Her left eye was gone. There was no empty socket, or even an eyebrow, just flat skin. Connie clapped both hands over that part of her face, pure shame in her right eye. I know my face was probably a flash of horror. I clamped my mouth shut and reached for her, but she twisted away from me and sprinted inside. "Connie, wait!" I shouted but was only answered with a slamming door. "I know you're standing on the other side of the door." I said, staring at the doorknob, wishing it would turn. "It surprised me, that's all. I think you're a beautiful woman, inside and out." I stood there for a few more seconds, hoping she even heard me. "I had a really good time tonight, Connie. I'll see you around." Was the last thing I said, then walked to my car. Sammie was waiting on me in the driveway when I got home, and she motioned for me to pull into the separate garage. "So how'd it go?" she asked me when I cut the engine and climbed to my feet. Before I could answer, she glanced down and laid her hand on my erection. "Wow! Blue balls huh?" She eased up to me and kissed me on the cheek and asked "What's wrong, brother, couldn't seal the deal?" then she must've noticed the anger on my face. "Why the hell didn't you tell me about her eye?" I barked and Sammie winced and backed away. She knew she fucked up, but I wasn't done. "You knew about her face being messed up!" I yelled. "You knew she was sensitive about it!" I shouted more and started stepping towards her "You fucking knew I'd see it, and you knew when I did I'd make a face like someone just stabbed me in the ass!" by the time I was done I had her backed up against the wall behind my car. When she started to speak again, I forced my tongue in her mouth. Sammie tried to push me off but I grabbed her by the arms and kept kissing her. She wrenched a hand free and slapped me, so I grabbed her by the wrist and pinned it to the wall above her head. "Jason..." she moaned. "You're hurting me." I couldn't tell if she was being sincere or not, but I was almost mad enough to not care. I leaned in to kiss her again and she bit my lip, sinking those pointed canines in. "Let me go." She growled. I released her arms and she released my face. "Sorry" I mumbled. I was ashamed of myself for trying to take her like that. I apologized again and turned to leave, hoping Sammie would forgive me if I just left her alone. She pulled me back by my hand. "Wait." She told me. Sammie had some mischievous little grin on her face. I couldn't tell if it was a blessing or a curse. "It was unfair of me to not tell you. I set you up to fail." She said and stared playing with the hem of my shirt. "I'm sure," Sammie spoke as she lowered her hand to my pants, pulling down my zipper, "That if you'd been prepared for that, you would've gotten something tonight." My breath caught in my throat a little as Sammie pushed me back against my car and wormed her slender fingers inside my boxers. "Yeah, probably." I wheezed out. She was rubbing my cock just lightly enough to make it twitch, slowly bringing it out into the open air as her other hand undid my belt and button. She sunk to her knees after a quick, wet kiss. I could feel her hot breath on my shaft, so close it was nearly wet already. Her tongue drug it's way up to the tip, flicking off at the end. The dim light in the garage glinted off her tongue stud, and shimmered on the wetness Sammie was leaving on me. She stroked me slowly, firmly, staring up at me with lust in her eyes. Lust and something else. Longing? Sadness? Before I could look long enough to figure it out, she closed her eyes and started planting sloppy kisses around the head of my dick, rasping that steel barb against me in just the right spots to make me shake. She was slowly and firmly working her fist up and down the shaft, still sticking drooling kisses all over the tip. Wrapping her lips around the crown, Sammie flicked her tongue across the slit, down into the slit, making me groan and shake. I nearly grabbed her head, but feared she might stop. Her eyes flashed open, looking up into mine as she sunk her mouth lower, sliding her hand down as she went. She stopped just as I felt the back of her throat touch my cock, barely enough of my shaft remained for her hand to stay on it. I could feel her pierced tongue sliding along the bottom, trying to circle the shaft. She rhythmically squeezed her fingers around the base of my dick, sucked on the shaft, and swallowed just the tip repeatedly. It was so wet and so warm, Sammie was so good at what she did, and I was already so worked up. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, I felt my legs start to give out and was thankful I had my car to lean back on. I laid one hand gently on top of my step sister's head, and felt her moan around a mouthful of meat. I groaned loudly, and could feel my cum surging up through Sammie's grip, past her lips and over her tongue before shooting down her throat. I don't know how long I stood there after, with Sammie gently sucking on my dick. "Feel better now?" she asked as she tucked me back into my boxers and started to fix my pants. I took a deep breath and helped her back to her feet. "Yeah, I do actually." I wrapped an arm around her shoulder as we walked to the house. "So, are you going to talk to Connie and explain that I'm not grossed out by her lack of an eye?" I had to ask. Sammie sighed and stopped at the back door. "I can, but you won't get paid for any more dates." She told me. "I don't care if I get paid." I told her. "I had a good time, despite the ending." Then we both went inside so I could lie to our parents how my date went. My New Sister Ch. 06 A little over a month passed and Connie refused to talk to me. Even with Sammie as an over the phone mediator she always managed to steer the conversation away from me until Sammie waved me out of the room for privacy. Honestly it got to me more than it should have, so much so that I told my step-sister that I wanted out of her prostitution scheme, and even told Fallan to stop trying to get me to knock her up. Of course that made Sammie just mad enough to stop having sex with me too. Not mad enough to stop teasing me, kissing me, and letting me see her naked, but if I wasn’t going to help her make extra cash, then I wasn’t going to be inside her ever again. Whatever, I thought, it was a fun week, and I had a couple hundred bucks to spend. Then one night while I was up late laying in bed finishing a book for school, Sammie sauntered into my room wearing not much more than me in just my boxers and plopped down next to me on the bed. “Can I help you, sister?” I said, not looking up from The Lord of the Flies. I wanted nothing more than to rip her silky black pajamas off and tear into her tight little body, but I was in no mood to be teased to the point my cock ached, and then left to take care of myself again. “Actually, you can.” Sammie quipped and took the book from my hands. I looked at her, waiting “I have a friend that needs a favor.” She said and I rolled my eyes and reached for my book. Sammie tossed it across the room so it landed with a small crash on my computer desk. “Listen, you need to get over Connie. It was one fucking date Jason. One date with a girl so fucked in the head she won’t go out with a great guy who’s willing look to past her scars and her screwed up life.” Lacking the book to hide behind I just scooted down on my bed and leaned my head back. Closing my eyes and throwing my arm over them I muttered. “I’ve already told you I don’t want to do this anymore, Sammie.” I took a deep breath and lied, “I don’t even care about Connie, but she proves that this whole thing makes shit too complicated.” I felt Sammie stand up from the bed. “The only thing it proves is you’re a damn coward.” She hissed and I thought I heard her voice shake. “One girl rejects you and you decide to just close up to keep it from happening again.” When I moved my arm to look at her she turned away from me and walked for the door. “You don’t have to worry about me teasing you anymore,” she muttered. “I’m not going to bother with someone that doesn’t have enough spine to get what he wants.” Maybe she was right. Of course she was right. I was terrified that I’d end up attached to one of our clients and end up getting tossed to the curb the second they were satisfied. Sammie had gone just over the line with that last remark though. I was up and out of the bed before she had my door open a few inches, so when I slammed it shut in front of her, it didn’t seem loud enough to wake anyone up. I pushed Sammie against the door with one arm wrapped around her, tightly squeezing her left breast through the thin material of her nightclothes. I ground my hips against hers and growled in her ear “Is this the spine you were talking about?” She mewled a response I didn’t quite hear, but she was pressing her ass back against me and making no effort to get away from me. I jerked the back of her pajama bottoms down over her round little ass and ran my hand up her crack before opening the front of my boxers and pulling my cock out and laying it between her cheeks. Sammie braced her hands against my door and pushed her rear end towards me. I had to stoop a little, but I moved my hands to her hips and lined myself up with her slit before pulling her back onto me. She gasped and I groaned as I worked my way deeper into her tighter than ever pussy. I thrust in and out of her quim while she held herself off the door, pulling her ass back on me each time. “Oh God, fuck me Jason.” Sammie finally moaned out and lead me to my knees so I could properly impale her on my cock. With her legs still trapped inside her pants, I but my knees outside of hers and drove my cock into her. The sound of her ass hitting my stomach filled the room as we did our best to keep from screaming each other’s names. Her insides were so hot and squeezing my shaft each time I penetrated her lips. I heard her suck in a sharp series of breathes and felt her pussy seize up and spray my balls with pussy juice. Sammie’s orgasm caused her arms stopped supporting her and her head hit the carpet, which made her shirt fall up to let me see that beautiful tattoo covering her back. I also left her even more open to my cock’s invasion of her cunt. I almost couldn’t believe I was fucking my step-sister again. I’d thought we were done, but couldn’t be happier to be pounding balls deep into her spasming pussy again. I was gripping her hips and jerking her small frame back on my cock so hard I feared I might bruise her, but her quiet moans and gasps only encouraged me to keep going. “Don’t hold out, Jason.” I heard her tell me, she was looking back over her shoulder, smiling with her mouth half open. “Cum for me, baby. Cum deep in your sister’s cunt.” She chided and her pussy clamped down on me again. I grunted and drove as deep into Sammie as I could before my cum erupted into her. She shuddered as I pumped my cock in and out of her a few more times, letting her throbbing walls milk my shaft. I practically fell over when she started to stand up. “I almost forgot how good you felt on the inside.” I sighed as I watched her straighten her clothes, then her hair in my mirror. Sammie grinned at me as she walked over to where I was sitting on the floor and bent down to kiss me. She snaked her pierced tongue into my mouth and drew mine back into hers. “Get some rest, I’ll tell you about the job tomorrow.” She told me and turned to leave. When she opened the door, she made a surprised noise and I glanced up to see what startled her. I leaned to look past her into the hallway, and my blood froze. Standing there in her fuzzy pink pjs, mouth hanging open and eyes as wide as saucers, was Gracie. Sammie quickly closed the door and I just as quickly had my ear pressed to it trying to hear what was being said. Failing to make anything out I pulled on a pair of pants from my hamper and joined them in the hallway. “So are you guys like boyfriend and girlfriend?” Gracie blurted out to me interrupting whatever Sammie was in the middle of telling her. Sammie looked up at me and I stared at her then just shrugged. I had no idea what to tell either of my sisters. I never planned for getting caught or having to explain anything. “Yeah we are.” Sammie finally answered. “But it’s a secret ok?” she quickly added. Before Gracie could ask why Sammie went on “Most people know us as brother and sister, and you know that brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to date right?” Gracie nodded while I once again stood in awe at how fast Sammie handled her. “Well, people would get the wrong idea about this whole family if they found out about me and Jason. But, I’m not really your sister right? So we aren’t doing anything wrong.” Gracie nodded and said “Yeah I guess not…” she yawned and it was obvious to me the door slamming had woken her up. She must’ve been on her way back to bed when she heard Sammie tell me to fuck her. “Mom and Dad are gonna be pissed though!” she suddenly blurted out. “Watch your mouth.” I scolded, and before realizing I wasn’t really in the position to boss her around. “Mom and Samuel can’t know about this either.” I told her, looking down the hallway towards the stairs, expecting my parents to come up them any second. “Listen Runt, if anyone finds out about this, then Sammie will have to go live with her mother in Florida.” Gracie drew back like I’d raised my hand to strike her, I hadn’t realized just how attached the two girls had become to each other. Sammie put an arm around her and added. “And Jason will have to come with me, because he’s my boyfriend,” I smiled a bit when she said that, but it faded when I saw Gracie start to tear up. “Now I know you don’t want to be left alone here, so all of this will just be our secret okay?” Gracie nodded, still on the verge of tears. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.” The older sister said and led Gracie by the hand back to her bedroom. She came back to me sighing in relief and leaned against me in the hallway. I should have still been worried, but all was thinking was that Sammie still smelled good even after getting fucked in my bedroom floor. “I don’t think we have to worry about her telling anyone.” I finally said. Sammie sighed again and nuzzled her head into my chest and groaned. I hugged her tightly and sighed myself. “Well, nothing we can do about it now.” I shrugged. “Go get some sleep Sammie.” I told her and released her so she could shuffle off to her own bedroom. I returned to bed thinking I’d never get to sleep, but found Sammie had drained me worse than I thought and quickly gave in to my heavy eyelids. The next morning Sammie was already gone again, and Gracie acted like nothing had happened on the way to school. I was worried but prepared for a barrage of questions; her complete dismissal of what happened startled me so much I almost started talking it about it myself. Fallan met me just inside the school after Gracie scampered off to find her popular friends. “So Samantha told me the good news.” Fallan said with a smile and brushed her hips against me as we walked along the halls. I glanced after Gracie and frowned, and Fallan stifled a laugh. “Yeah, she told me the not so good news too.” She grabbed my hand so I’d stop before I went into my first class and turn to look at her. “Don’t worry about your sister ok? Even if your parents find out, Sammie’s mom would never let her go homeless, and I’d bet money she’d be happy to have a man around her house too.” I looked her up and down for a few seconds. It’d had gotten colder since the last time I’d been so close to her, so she was hiding her body under a crushed dark red leather pea-coat and a long black corduroy skirt, but I could still see her firm tits and long tan legs in my mind. “I’m not worried she’d tell anyone on purpose.” I finally said and shrugged leaning on the lockers next to the classroom’s door. “But as much as that girl talks, it might slip out anyway.” I shook my head and almost laughed. “To make it worse she thinks Sammie’s my girlfriend, so I don’t even know what to do if I actually want to date someone, you know?” Fallan grinned and looked away from me. “Did you, maybe… Have anyone in mind?” she half mumbled and scooted closer to me, pressing her chest to mine. I felt her hands on my sides inside my jacket and breathed in her scent. “I mean,” she went on, “you’re kind of Sammie’s plaything right now, but if we… I mean you, if you weren’t doing the whole prostitution thing…” As Fallan started to trail off, I was leaning closer to her. Our eyes had closed and our lips had just met when I heard someone clearing their throat loudly behind me. I sighed and turned to see my English teacher staring at us with her eyebrows raised expectantly. “Go to class, Miss Ayush.” She ordered flatly, then held the door open for as Fallan rolled her eyes and stalked off. “Save it for after school, Jason, or at least until lunch.” Mrs. Holbe advised as I sunk into my seat wondering if Fallan would give me the chance to wait that long, or if I’d be jerked into a broom closet again. I made it to second period without incident, but it was clear as soon as the economics teacher announced we’d be working in groups on a project that Fallan wasn’t going to let me make it much further. She quickly pushed a desk against mine, which was already against the wall, and effectively pinned me in my seat. I glanced around, expecting Sammie to join us, but my step-sister was already seated with three girls (at least I think they were all girls) that were dressed like there was a funeral after class. Fallan smiled at me and slid her hand across my thigh. It probably would have gone further but a third desk was placed facing us and a girl I’d never met sat down silently. “Fallan, Jason, this is Katie.” Our teacher introduced us. “She’s new and since you’re lacking two partners, she gets to join you.” Katie wasn’t much bigger than Sammie; maybe an extra twenty or so pounds, all of which looked like it was carried on her chest or hips. Her brown and ash colored hair and big brown eyes (made to look even larger by her glasses) gave her a slightly mousy look, and her high cheek bones or short pointy nose didn’t do much to assuage the appearance. “Nice to meet you.” I said and offered a handshake. Fallan just sighed and put her hands back in her own lap. Katie managed a meek smile and pulled her hand out of the pocket of her faded overalls to grab my hand. “Thanks.” She muttered. “Sorry you got stuck with me.” She really appeared apologetic too. I wondered what was bothering the girl so much, but figured she was just shy around new people. Fallan huffed again and started flipping through her notebook as if she actually cared about the project we were doing. As we got to work, Fallan slowly loosened up a bit, and got more brazen with her advances. In the middle of a conversation about budgets for a new product her hand found its way to my zipper, and then quickly made it inside my pants. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my desk; knowing better than to try and stop the dark-skinned girl from doing whatever she wanted, I decided to at least try and stop anyone from catching us. Concentrating on how she was making me feel and worrying about getting caught left little of my attention to be granted to what Katie was saying though. “Don’t you think so?” I barely heard. “Jason?” I snapped myself to attention. “Um… Yeah.” I agreed to something. Fallan tried to hide a laugh and I cut my eyes at her. The discussion carried on and my cock was pulled out of my boxers so Fallan could more easily rub it. I tried not to moan, failed and tried to cover it up with a fake cough, which made Katie stumble over her words and give me a suspicious look. “What?” I tried to act as clueless as possible. Fallan didn’t even flinch when Katie ducked down to look under the desk. I stupidly reached for her to stop her, as if I could’ve done so quickly enough or without exposing myself. “Oh… My God.” Katie gasped and sat back up in her seat blushing. She covered her face in her hands and slouched in her seat. “Are you seriously doing that at school? In the middle of class? Three feet away from me?” She asked in a hushed voice. Fallan still hadn’t stopped and for some reason I hadn’t tried to stop her. “It obviously doesn’t bother you very much.” Fallan quipped. “If it did you would’ve already tattled on us.” Katie lowered her hands slightly, watching to other girl as she spoke. “Even with that innocent virgin nerd look you have going for you, I can tell there’s a little freak wanting to get out.” Fallan accused with grin. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to tell Fallan to stop picking on the girl, and I wanted to find out if she was right all at the same time. Katie finally moved her hands and leaned in close to us. “I’m not saying anything because that’s not how to get on in a new school.” Katie admitted “I just want to do good on this project.” She said quietly. “And I know I’m new and you probably would rather just do it without me, but I need your help and I’d really appreciate it if you could pay attention to our work instead of giving each other handjobs in the middle of school.” “You’re right.” I said forced Fallan’s hand off my junk. She frowned at me and I just shrugged. “She’s right. We all need this grade, so we should put our heads together and do a good job.” I leaned in close to Fallan and whispered in her ear “And if you’re really that horny, we can sneak into the supply closet again.” Fallan grinned wider this time and shook her head. “They changed the lock on that door.” When she saw Katie looking at us confused she waved a dismissive hand. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s get back to work.” Which was still easier said than done with my erection straining against my pants. Lacking any place to sneak off to and have a quick slap and tickle, Fallan and I went straight to the cafeteria with Katie quietly in tow. When she sat down across from us, Sammie looked at like she was insane for daring to invade what most students considered her private table in the corner. “She’s okay.” Fallan vouched for her before Sammie could tell Katie to find somewhere else to sit. “So, who’s the friend with the favor?” I asked Sammie, still curious as what or who I’d be doing now that I was ‘working’ again. As soon as I got the words out of my mouth, Fallan got her hand back in my pants. Katie was apparently the only one to notice the change in my expression and bit her lip to keep from laughing. Sammie glanced at the new girl suspiciously before she started talking. “Not really a friend,” she shrugged. “But she’s paying more than usual so I’m putting aside our differences.” Sammie turned to me and smirked. “Do you know who Deborah Nichole Sollud is?” the name made Fallan’s grip tighten expectantly, and Katie coughed, either trying not to laugh at my face or something else. Sure I did, it was hard to miss the name of the head cheerleader in a town obsessed with football. “What does miss popularity need me for?” I asked. “Surely she’s not lacking for guys wanting to fuck her.” Sammie tapped me on the nose with a french fry and I wondered what had her in such an odd mood. “That’s the problem, dear brother. The guy she was fucking isn’t fucking her anymore, so she wants you for some relief.” Sammie popped the fry into my mouth and grabbed another for herself. “See, you’re still kinda new here, not many people know you, so even if you ran your mouth about it, nobody’d believe you.” “So she needs me to be her rent-a-dildo?” I asked with a sarcastic smirk. Then another thought occurred to me. “And what about the guy that was plowing her? What if he gets pissed off and comes after me?” I worried, now talking as much with my hands as my mouth. “Last thing I need is some football player trying to kick my ass over some bimbo.” Sammie smiled and put her finger on my lips to silence me. “Three. Thousand. Dollars.” She pulled a folded up stack of money from her back pocket and waved it in my face. It smelled like sweat and Sammie’s crotch and I wondered what she did with her cut of the money “That’s only five hundred.” I was silent for a moment, enjoying Fallan’s slender fingers working my cock, staring at the money in Sammie’s hand as she shoved it down into her pocket. “When and where?” was all I needed to know. I was supposed to take Gracie home, and then go over to Debbie’s house since her parents were out of town. After giving me the directions, Sammie informed Fallan that she should take her hand off my dick before she started charging it rent, which made Katie laugh so hard she nearly choked. Before I made it to the parking lot after last period, Fallan pulled me behind one of the drink machines next to the gym and shoved her tongue in my mouth. “Fuck me?” she pleaded. I smiled and nodded eagerly. Gracie could wait a few minutes while I got reacquainted with Sammie’s olive-skinned slave girl. She drug me through the gym, which was practically empty, and into the girls’ showers, which was thankfully empty. Fallan pulled me nearly to the rear fire exit and quickly undid my pants and shoved them down before pushing me down on the fake-wood bench that ran along the center of the isle. She hiked her long skirt up to throw her leg over me and the bench, and stood standing on one leg in front of me. I reached under the heavy black fabric to move her panties aside to find they were split down the center. I ran my fingers down her slit and back up across her clit and pulled a shudder and small moan from her. “Really?” I smirked and snapped the band on her crotchless underwear. My New Sister Ch. 06 Fallan poked her lip out. “I bought them for you.” She pouted and wiggled her hips at me. I took my cock in hand and bent the shaft down just enough to probe along her wet slit. As soon as I was back far enough Fallan threw her other leg around my side and let her weight down on me, piercing her body on my pole. It nearly knocked me backwards off the bench and I had to grab her and pull her even further down on my cock to right myself. “Oh, Jesus,” she moaned, “I’ve missed you so much.” as her insides throbbed around me. I kissed her then, breathing in her scent and tasting her tongue as she started rocking her hips on me. “Jesus? I thought you were Muslim.” I joked when our lips separated. She jerked her body forward extra hard and told me to shut up with a smile. I was reaching under her clothes, guiding her back and forth on my wood by handfuls of her ass, when Fallan started to kiss and suck on my neck. I felt her tongue snake its way up my jawline and into my ear and couldn’t stop myself from digging my fingers into her cheeks and forcing my dick further inside her. She let out a small cry and continued to drag her tongue around the ridge of my ear. I growled at her through clenched teeth and kept forcing her convulsing pussy back and forth while I tried to kick one of my feet free from my shoes and pants. “Fuck me.” Fallan started to chant in my ear. “Fuck me, Jason, fuck me, fuck me…” Her hot breath on my now soaked ear sent shivers down my spine and even more blood to my cock. I finally managed to free my right leg and hoisted it over the bench so I was straddling the fake-wood seat holding Fallan off of it. “Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me and cum in my pussy.” She begged while grinding her hips on me. I managed to lay her back on the bench, and get into a position where I could thrust into her. With my hands firmly planted under her coat, just above her hips, I started pounding into Fallan harder than I ever had. Her sparsely haired pussy was frothing up with the cunt juice I was stirring in and out of her. Her lips were kissing the base of my shaft with each stroke, leaving a slick trail behind them when I pulled away. The sounds of us grunting and our skin slapping together echoed in the hollow room. Fallan’s pussy was trying to suck me deeper each time I bottomed out in her greasy tunnel. Her forehead was creased, eyes wide open and staring up at me, and she was biting her lip so hard I was scared she’d tear it off. “Scream for me.” I panted. She opened her mouth in a wordless gasp and I felt her cunt squeeze more than usual. “Scream for me, Fallan, and I’ll fill you with cum.” “Unh, unh. Aaah” was about all she could manage at first, but with the constant onslaught of my dick ramming into her, the cries was getting louder and longer. At my coaxing her to scream for me she was able to muster “Aaahaaaaaaah. Aaaaaiiiiiiih.” I propped one knee up on the bench under me and started going faster, urging Fallan on the whole time. Finally, her hands grasped the underside of the bench, her back arched, and hips started pumping back at me harder than I could keep up with. A scream erupted from her that rattled the locker doors, then turned into a rapid stream of Arabic I’ve yet to decipher. With her hips still going crazy on me, there was no way I could keep from flooding Fallan’s already gooey pussy. I kept trying to push deeper even as my cock was pumping cum into her. My legs gave out before I was ready and I nearly fell off the bench. Panting, Fallan caught me and helped me sit down. Then she got on her knees and started licking up all the juices dripping off my cock. “No reason to make Debbie think she’s getting sloppy seconds.” She said before smacking her lips around my balls and sucking until I was nearly hard enough to fuck her again. Just before I was about to join her on the floor, my cell phone chimed telling me I had a new text. After checking it I relayed the message to Fallan. “Sammie has Gracie, and wants to make sure you pay.” Fallan frowned and started reached in her pockets for money. “You don’t have to pay me, I’ll take-“ My cell phone chimed again, another text. “And apparently your dad is waiting on you and looks unhappy.” Fallan’s eyes shot wide with panic and she was off the floor and in front of a mirror in seconds. “Shit. Shit shit shit.” She cursed as she tried to flatten her hair out. She pulled a wide scarf from inside her jacket and wrapped it around her head, making sure none of her hair could be seen and her mouth and nose was also covered. “Oh god, I smell like sex.” I heard her lament. As I was pulling my clothes back on, I had to ask. “What’s it matter? I thought the point of this was to piss him off enough to disown you anyway.” I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, hands resting on her stomach. “Isn’t getting you pregnant what you want?” I breathed into her ear. Fallan’s eyes squeezed shut and she wiped a tear away. “It is.” She squeaked. “But that’s when I have my mom, or my older brothers as a buffer.” She explained. “When it’s just my dad and me… It’s not good. He’s oldschool Muslim. Stoning whores to death and drowning babies with downs syndrome kinda stuff.” I suddenly felt very sorry for her, but I was more angry with her father. Neither was what she needed right then though. I spun her around and pulled the scarf down off her mouth to kiss her. “If he so much as raises an open hand to you, you call me.” I told her. “I don’t care where I am or how ‘old-school’ he is, I’ll come for you and he won’t touch you again. Nobody hurts my…” I trialed off for a second, struggling for an accurate word, “friends.” I finished by kissing her again, this time lingering longer on her lips than I meant to. Fallan was smiling when I backed away. Still crying, but smiling nonetheless. She replaced her makeshift burka over her face and said “Sammie was right about you, your heart’s bigger than your dick,” She turned to leave with me close in tow. “And that’s really saying something.” I could hear the satisfied smirk in her voice. I sat in my car and watched Fallan approach her father with her head already lowered. They exchanged some words. He yelled. Then she got in the black SUV after glancing at my car and shaking her head. I got the message- I wasn’t needed, yet. Instead I pulled out of my parking place and headed towards the much richer part of town. Deborah Nichole Sollud lived in a gated subdevelopment outside the city. After I had to sign in at the gate I remembered how much I hated neighborhoods like this. The houses were nearly on top of each other, all with the same fake stone-work, the same glass door, the same tree and the same patch of flowers in every yard. If it weren’t for the giant bronze numbers on each mailbox (also carbon copies of each other) I wouldn’t have been able to tell Debbie’s house from any of other hundred cardboard cutouts I’d driven past. Even before I climbed out of the car I could feel the neighbors staring at me like I didn’t belong there. As I glanced around I could see why though. The few cars not tucked away inside garages were either new or at least recent, and I didn’t see a dent of spot of rust anywhere. My 72 Monte Carlo was nearly the exact opposite, with several small dents and rust pock marking it’s faded paint, but getting it was a bribe to keep me from complaining too loudly when my mother moved me three states away from what I considered home; getting it restored was promised to be a graduation present. I almost felt ashamed to park it in front of Debbie’s cookie-cutter house, but shook any judgment off thinking anyone that voluntarily lived where someone else could tell you what flowers to plant in your yard had to be mental. Before I could ring the doorbell, Debbie swung the door open and, looking quickly both ways, ushered me inside. “Hi!” she nearly shouted once the door was closed behind me. “Jason right? I’m Debbie.” She introduced herself and offered a stiff handshake. I nodded and looked her up and down while I took her hand. Dressed in a bright yellow blouse with a frilly collar, honey blond hair pulled back with a matching hairband, and a pair of low-rise jeans she looked like your typical highschool girl. It was easy to understand why so many of my classmates lusted after her; Bright blue eyes, prominent cheekbones, cute pointy nose, and rich full lips topping off her tall slim athletic body and pear shaped hips. Even preferring a different class of women entirely, I was having trouble understanding why her ex gave it up. “So, are we going to your room or…?” I asked, still holding her hand. Debbie blushed a little and giggled. “You don’t waste any time do you?” she asked then looked at the floor for a second and squeezed my hand. “Sorry, I’ve never really done anything like this.” She admitted as she led me towards a living room and an antique loveseat surrounded by furniture that was probably older then my grandparents and covered in equally ancient looking dolls and stuffed animals. “I mean, I don’t even know you.” She said as we lowered ourselves onto the cushions. “But here you are, in my house, waiting for me to take my clothes off. It’s just kind of overwhelming.” She was still blushing , now fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, only looking at me occasionally. It was actually cute. I didn’t imagine her to be the kind of girl to be bashful about sex, considering she danced around in front of hundreds of people wearing little more than a bra and miniskirt on least a weekly basis. Maybe my judgment had just been clouded by the recent onslaught of brazen goth girls though. Either way, unless I wanted to be sitting there all night listening to Debbie try to decide whether or not to go through with hiring me, I had to act first. While she was still trying to describe her reservations to me, I had scooted closer to her and leaned down until I could smell what kind of shampoo she used. The next time she turned her head to look up at me, I pressed my lips to hers. She gasped quietly, but didn’t pull away. I coaxed her tongue out by dragging my own across her lips while I gently her closer to me. Slowly, still kissing, I managed to pull her on top of me, straddling my lap, where she was already rocking her hips against me. A small whimper escaped her when I squeezed a handful of her surprisingly plump ass through her low-rise jeans. I broke the seal on our lips to ask if she was ok and she nodded, biting her lip. I slid one of my hand up the back of her blouse and she leaned forward, allowing me to suck gently on her neck, causing her to shudder and another whimper to leave her. Careful not to leave too much of a hickey, I released her neck and started to lift her pale yellow shirt off. She helped me and dropped it to the floor, followed quickly by her bra letting her pert B cups bounce in my face. It didn’t take long before I had one of her nipples in my mouth, and she was cradling my head in her hands. “Ohh, wow…” she cooed and I glanced up at her, still sucking, to see her blush had spread from her face and down across her chest. I lashed my tongue across her hardening nipple and she gasped, nearly laughed, and then beamed down at me. I switched to the other breast as both hands now held one half of her ass, guiding her slowly rotating hips to where her crotch would cause the most friction on my now turgid cock. All of her shyness seemed to vanish when she realized what she was grinding against. Grinning at me, Debbie slid down my body, pressing her bare chest into my shirt as my hands relinquished their grip on her butt. She sunk to her knees between my feet and opened my pants with trembling hands. She rolled down the hem of my boxers and, quietly laughing to herself, took my shaft in her soft delicate hand. The blush was burning brighter than ever when she looked up at me, still rubbing my cock, and said “I’ve never actually seen one this big before.” I just smirked at her and flexed my shaft in her hand, making her giggle and try to hide her face before coming closer and licking it from the base to the head. She smacked her lips a few times, smiled at my dick, and started planting sloppy kisses all over it. I leaned back and sighed, enjoying the attention more than I thought I would. I moaned when she finally took the head between her lips and started twisting her spit-soaked hand around the shaft. “Damn, Deb…” I panted and ran my hand across the top of her head, gently pulling her toward me. Debbie’s mouth never dipped lower than the crown, while her tongue circled and crossed my head wetly, teasing my slit with the tip as her slick hand worked its way up and around the shaft again and again. She peaked up at me, still stroking, still licking as I asked “Are you ready for more?” Debbie was smiling and biting her lip again as she stood up. She peeled her hip-huggers off while I finished removing my pants and shirt and she was straddling me before I even had my shirt over my head. I reached around her and drug my cock down the crack of her ass, making her moan quietly, and she raised up just enough for me to push the head between her moist pussy lips. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead to mine as she lowered her hips down agonizingly slow. I could feel each inch of her tunnel gripping me slowly, trying to pull me in faster than she was willing to push herself down. Debbie’s breathe was already raspy and I wasn’t even all the way in. By the time her bald mound was being tickled by my pubic hair she was moaning and biting her bottom lip again. With one hand on her round ass I coaxed her into a rise and fall rhythm, pushing my dick up at her each time she came down on me. She was still trying to pierce her lip with her own teeth just to keep quiet, so I raised my free hand to her face and traced her top lip with my fingers. “There’s nobody home , Debbie.” I told her with a smile. “You don’t need to be quiet with me.” With that she opened her mouth and gasped for air just as I felt her love honey running down my balls. “Oh… God…” she groaned out and ground her cunt down harder, driving me deeper than I had been going. “Oh, God.” She moaned again, this time with furrowing her eyebrows. Debbie started rocking her hips on my lap, roughly grinding her stuffed clam on me, and clamped both arms around my neck. Faster and harder she went, I could hear the couch’s legs scraping the hardwood floors, and her dark red blushing had now covered every inch of her body as she was violating her pussy on my pole. There wasn’t much I could do but dig my fingers into her hips and moan my encouragement . “Oh! Fucking God!” she finally shouted into my face and I felt her gash spasm and ooze even more lube all over my crotch. She settled down after a few more thrusts and lay her head on my shoulder, trying to catch her breath even though her cunt was still flexing around me, telling me to keep stroking. I wrapped my arms around her back, holding on to her well toned thighs. “Ready?” I asked, but didn’t wait for an answer as I stood and picked her up with me. She was laughing and moaning at the same time; my dick was still inside her, twisting and hitting new wrinkles inside her in our new position. I turned and laid her on her back, long-ways on the sofa, while I was still inside her, bearing down on her hips, and just watching her for a moment. “You alright?” I chided. Her breasts were still heaving, skin still flushed red, and her arms were trembling. Debbie nodded. “Good.” I grinned maliciously and pushed deeper into her. I pulled her legs up until my face was framed by her ankles and gripped her by the waist just above where her hips flared out and started pounding my cock into her pit. Her hands reached for mine while the cheerleader bayed in pleasure, but couldn’t close the gap; instead they landed on her bouncing chest, gripping her nipples in tight fists. Between the two of us grunting and moaning at each other as I slammed my cock through her hatchway, we barely head the legs of the old couch start to break. I froze immediately at the first audible crack of splintered wood, Debbie not a second after. “That’s bad.” She whispered “Just get up. Slowly.” She added when we heard a second pop. I eased off of her silently, remorsefully pulling my dick from inside her gooey cunt, and stood, hand out to help her stand on wobbly legs. “So now do you want to go upstairs?” I joked, glancing from the sweaty class queen to the now-leaning couch. Debbie chewed her bottom lip a moment, slowly tracing my dick with her fingers before telling me rather awkwardly to wait just a minute and running into an adjoining room. I stood there, naked and dripping with pussy juice, for a few minutes until she finally came back smiling and blushing again. She kissed me slowly, pressing her naked body to mine and again stroking my dick in one hand. When the kiss broke she turned and bent over the large coffee table in the center of the room. “Let’s keep going.” She said. “I like it down here, feels dirty to do it where my mom eats breakfast every morning.” I smiled and shook my head, thinking all the shyness she was showing earlier got tossed away with her clothes. I got in position behind her and started to ease my way in, spreading her thighs with my hands as I spread her lips with my cock. Debbie reached back and smacked herself sharply on the ass. “Com’n Jason, you can fuck me harder than that.” She admonished. Not wanting to disappoint, I lunged forward and buried my cock in her box. Before she had to breathe from the first thrust, I was already tapping her clit with my nuts again. As I was churning her insides up, I could feel her already wobbly legs start to give at the knees, so I gripped her by her big peach-shaped ass and held her up as much as I could to keep fucking her until she started screaming and gushing quim cream on me again. As she fought for breath, I followed her to her knees, still shafting her now quaking pussy. With her head laying on the table, dangerously close to a porcelain Muss Muffet, she said something too quiet for me to hear over my own heartbeat. Debbie raised her head slightly and tried again. “Put it up my ass.” I heard her that time, and it made me stop boring out her pussy so I ask her to repeat herself a third time. “I said fuck me in the asshole!” the slim blond yelled at me. “I’m paying you a lot of money to satisfy me, so satisfy me and push your cock up my butt.” At this point any notions I had that Debbie was ever shy went out the window. “Come on, Jason,“ She whined and reached back to pull her cheeks open “I already lubed it up for you.” I looked down and could clearly see she was telling the truth. “I’ve never done that before.” I blurted out, still staring into her lubed up basement. I’d thought about, seen it done in porn, even jerked off imagining doing it, but no girl up to that point ever offered, and had no clue on how to ask for such a thing. Debbie didn’t seem to have that problem though. “I mean, I will. I just don’t want to hurt you.” I admitted as I pulled my dick from her with a slurp as her cunt lips relinquished their wet hold, and placed the head of my cock at her back door. Debbie moaned as I left one hole, and gasped as I pushed into the other. “Just go slow.” She mewled after the head popped in. It was tight to the point it nearly hurt, and I silently blessed the manufacturer of whatever sex grease Debbie had squirted up her ass as I stretched her brown eye wider with each inch of my cock. Her fingernails were digging into her ass cheeks and her body was just a pile of moans while I worked deeper and deeper into her rectum. “Fuck me.” She pleaded, trancelike “Fuck my ass Jason.” Not knowing exactly what to do, I backed out of her as slowly as I’d pushed it and then eased my way up her chute. When she told me to go faster, I sped up only slightly, still scared I was going to hurt her, but loving the heat and tightness of Debbie’s asshole stretched around my dick. Apparently she loved it too; in the middle of one of her longer groans she let go of her ass cheeks and let them slap together on the base of my cock. Seconds latter I could feel her fingers pumping away at her slit each time I pushed into her and my balls swung close enough to graze her hand. I could even feel them on my dick through the thin flesh making up her colon each time I stuffed my cock inside her. My New Sister Ch. 06 “Harder!” she cried out and I had to oblige. My stomach was bouncing off her big butt each time I rammed my greasy cock up her crack. “Oh God! Ooh, God!” she started shouting, now bucking her hips up at me wildly. “Oh god! I’m cumming!” she practically screamed. “I’m cumming with your dick up my ass!” At this I was barely moving behind her, as she was fucking herself with my dick. As her gyrations grew more erratic, I knew I was losing control, and warned Debbie that I needed to pull out or I was going to cum. When she finally heard me, she jerked away, causing my cock to pop out of her and sling lube across more than a few of the stuffed animals and tiny dolls. “Cum in my face!” she hissed and dropped to her knees in front of me. I almost burst out laughing. “What?” I asked, and she started jacking my already slimy dick. “You can’t be serious.” But instead of an answer, Debbie just gripped me tighter and kept jerking, aiming my dick right at her nose. Her other hand shot up to my balls and rolled them around in her slender fingers. Between feeling her hot breath, her nimble fingers, and her tightening grip, I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Come on, Jason.” She begged. “Cum on me. Cum on the cheerleader you fucked up the ass.” Debbie kept on as she twisted her hand up and down my shaft and coaxed my scrotum. I was panting, and my dick twitched and I knew she felt it swell even more. “Cum for me!” she finally howled and just then I shot the first line of jizz right against the roof of her mouth. She kept working her hand and the next streams crossed her face and dripped down her chest. She went one until she had squeezed the last drop and now it was my turn to go weak in the knees. Debbie shoved me back into an overstuffed chair and laughed. “Thanks babe!” she said and walked off into another room again. After a few minutes I decided I might want to get dressed, and was just tieing my shoes when Debbie came back wrapped in a pink striped bathroom with all the cum cleaned off her face. She produced a tattered wad of money from the robe’s pocket and held it out to me. “That should cover us, right?” When I tried to just shove the wad into my pocket she stopped me. “Aren’t you going to count it?” she yelped. “I mean I wouldn’t cheat you, but you should really make sure I didn’t make a mistake.” “Um… Okay.” I said and flipped each bill though my fingers. “There’s about $200 extra in here.” I told her, holding four fifties separate from the stack. Debbie grinned. “That’s a tip.” She said and reached out to rub my arm. “You were a lot better than I expected, you deserve it. Just don’t tell you sister, so you don’t have to give her a cut.” She added, wagging a finger at me. She walked me to the door, and pecked me on the lips before opening it. “I hope we can do it again sometime.” Debbie told me before ushering me outside. I only made it about halfway home when I realized how uncomfortable it was sitting with twenty seven hundred dollars shoved into your front pocket. I rushed in the house when I got home, wanting to revel in a small pile of money with Sammie, only to find her and her father in the kitchen with a stern looking woman in an ugly gray pantsuit. Mom came over to me and led me out to the living room. “It’s some issue with Samantha’s mother and child support payments.” She told me when I asked what was going on. “It’s nothing to concern yourself about Jason.” She added when I saw Sammie lay her head down on the kitchen table, looking defeated, and I must’ve made a move or something towards her without even realizing it. “Jason,” Mom stopped me. “I know how attached you are to your new sister, but this is an Adlerbok problem.” She told me, using Sammie’s family’s name to show I had no business sticking my nose in it. I nodded and tried to relax, realizing my mother obviously sensed more than she let on. “Now go upstairs and shower before dinner.” She ordered, “Whatever kept you out this late has you sweating like crazy.” I found Sammie in my bed when I came out of the shower. She’d obviously been crying, but did her best to clean up before I saw her. “Everything alright in Adlerbok land?” I asked, extending an explanation of why I wasn’t allowed to support her during what was going on downstairs. “My mom’s being a bitch.” She said, slowly rising and sitting on the edge of the bed. “She’s saying my dad still owes her some ridiculous amount of money, even though he already works his ass off to take care of me and keep her from starving went she’s out of work. Even though she technically won the custody battle ten years ago, but couldn’t manage to get me into a decent school and had to let me come back to Dad anyway.” The list of grievances Sammie sited against her mother continued for a few more minutes until she sighed and tried to act like it was no big deal, waving her hand nonchalantly as she added “I just hoped all this shit would stop once I turned eighteen.” She wasn’t a good actress. Even before I sat down next to her, she was crying again. I held her close to me and rubbed her back. “Is there anything I can do?” I asked. I knew the answer would probably be no, but I’d seen them having difficulties with Sammie’s mom before and hoped even asking was helping. Sammie sighed and pointed to the pile of money on my computer desk. “You can tell me why there’s extra money in what Debbie paid you.” I just shrugged, “That’s what Fallan, paid me.” I lied. With that Sammie shoved me off of her and burst into tears. “Sammie wait.” I tried to catch her, but she was slamming her bedroom door before I was even in the hallway. She didn’t come out until dinner was served, but barely ate, didn’t speak, and disappeared back upstairs without excusing herself. That night, as I was lying in bed trying and failing to find sleep amongst the worry for Sammie, there was a small knock on my door, followed by Sammie entering silently and making her way to my bed. She lay down with her back to me and pulled my arm around her. “Are you ok Sam?” I asked, worried, but also slightly scared for my own safety. “I had already talked to Fallan.” She muttered. “That’s how I know you lied.” When I tried to apologize, to explain, she cut me off. “I know why you did it, Jason, and right now I just don’t care.” Sammie told me. “Right now, I just want my boyfriend to hold me and let me cry myself to sleep.” I flinched when called me her boyfriend, but I still pulled her tighter against me. I stroked her hair as she sobbed until she eventually drifted off to sleep. I wasn’t far behind her. I was awakened early in the morning by a nimble pair of hands stroking my cock and a sharp set of teeth embedded in my shoulder. “What the hell Sammie?” I asked groggily. “I thought you said never when someone was home?” I was about to remind her what happened not even two days prior with Gracie catching us when I realized there wasn’t much point in trying to make her stop. She loosened her lips with a wet smack and whispered to me. “I guess we’ll just have to be quiet then.” Sammie told me and attacked my mouth, driving her pierced tongue past my lips as her grip on my dick got tighter. In a break for breath she told me “Just consider it makeup sex.” And then was attached to my mouth again as she threw her leg over me. I realized her panties were already gone when I felt her wet slit slide across the underside of my cock. She rubbed herself on me, still licking the inside of my mouth, spreading her slickness over the length of my manhood several times. When I reach between us to try and angle myself for penetration, Sammie broke our kiss. “Go slow.” She rasped, then went right back to kissing me. She moaned into my mouth as the first few inches of her pussy were opened up. Then she broke the kiss and leaned back, moaning more as she bore her body down on mine. My hands were caressing her pert breasts as my turgid cock was caressing every inch of her wet cunt. She rode me slowly, relishing each time I fully left and reentered her body. Sammie shuddered and moaned and held my hands to her chest as I felt her pussy convulse around me. When she leaned down to kiss me again, we rolled over, and kept the same pace. I entered her with a steady urgency; I wanted to feel her lower lips kiss every part of my pole, I wanted to make sure I opened the door to her womb each time I pushed into Sammie’s small body. When she started to shake, biting her lip to keep from moaning too loud I offered my lips to muffle the sound first, but my step-sister decided my neck would be a better block as she came and soaked my cock with even more love juice. When she pulled her lips from my neck she kissed me again and whispered to me “Cum inside me Jason, please.” Now I quivered, almost losing my arms from under me, as I pushed into Sammie as deep as I could and pumped my seed inside of her. Even after my cock was done twitching and emptying my load inside of her, Sammie’s inner walls were pulling and milking me for more. We kissed again, resolute to separate our bodies but knowing it had to happen. Finally the kiss ended and I pulled away. Sammie stroked my face and smiled at me, before kissing me once more on the cheek. “I’ll see you at school.” She choked out after staring at me for long seconds. then she was gone and I was left to get ready alone My New Sister Ch. 07 There was a constant buzz around me at school that I couldn't make sense of. Obviously some major drama had half the school talking, mostly in over-loud whispers that ceased whenever I got close enough to decipher them. Sammie and Fallan both skipped first period, so they were no help in figuring out what had happened to suddenly make me the center of everyone's attention. On my way to my second class, a football player I might've spoken too three times ever nearly ran into me coming out of a classroom. When he recognized me, a huge smile broke his face and he patted me on the shoulder exclaiming "Jason! My brother! We gotta talk later, you got some explaining to do." Before I could ask what the hell he was talking about he laughed out loud and sprinted in the opposite direction. Turning away to hurry along to calculus, I caught Trish staring at me with an evil smirk on her brightly painted lips. I stalked over to her and growled out "What the fuck is everyone's problem with me today?" I almost resisted looking down at her huge breasts straining to bust out of an faded sweat shirt with the name yet another band I'd never heard of printed on it. Her smirk turned into a grin as Trish asked "You really don't know?" Seeing my exasperation must've made her happy, as her grin almost turned into laughter. "Tell you what, give me your phone number, and I'll let you know." I eyed her suspiciously, not sure if I wanted the walking dick polisher to have my number. As people started filing into their classes, I heard one girl exclaim "Oh, is that him?" in a hushed breath and I relented; quickly typing my number into Trish's phone before stomping away to class. Just before the bell sounded for class I got a message from Trish with a link to some streaming porn site. Rolling my eyes, I nearly deleted before I saw her subject line "Starring -- YOU!" I glanced around and muted my phone before trying to connect to the site. Urging my old Blackberry to hurry the hell up before class actually started, I almost missed Sammie and Fallan coming in- in nearly matching outfits consisting of heavy denim hiphuggers and a tight corset top- and staring directly at me. I glanced from them to my phone and instantly understood. Right there on the screen I saw a stationary shot of Debbie Sollud's antique filled living room. I had just been pulled in the front door and Debbie was leading me towards the now-nearly-broken loveseat. Looking at the timer on the video, I knew it would continue until I unloaded sperm all over her face, and probably not much longer. "What the fuck?" I asked myself aloud as the tardy bell rung and my step sister sunk into a seat behind mine. I remember next to nothing about the lesson that class. My brain was boiling over with the fact that there was a video of me fucking a cheerleader on the internet and obviously almost everyone in the school knew about it. I instantly regretted not trying harder to make at least a few friends since I'd been there so someone could've told me. "So how messed up is... everything?" I asked Sammie as soon as we out of the classroom and on the way to the cafeteria. Sammie shrugged, making her long leather coat rustle the chains that hung off her pants. "I learned about it about a hour before you did, so I have no idea." She cut her eyes at a group of sophomores giggling as we passed and they instantly quieted down. "Debbie is completely off the map though. Nobody has seen or heard from her since last night. Not even a facebook post." "Why though?" I scratched my head in confusion. "She had to be the one that put it up. Why would she hide after?" Something didn't fit and I was getting nowhere thinking it over. "It doesn't really matter." Fallan chimed in, pushing her way between my sister and I. "I mean, it's done, and the only way it can worse is if your mom sees it." She explained. "Even then, what's she going to do, ground you? Kick you out?" Fallan shook her head. "You're eighteen and have almost three grand in your pocket, I don't think you have much to worry about at the moment." We all walked along in silence for a few more seconds before Fallan felt the need to add "Plus, it was a really hot vid." Sammie and I both turned and looked at her with a mix of shock and confusion, at which she just shrugged. "Yeah, it was." Sammie finally agreed. "I didn't know you were into anal, Jason." She quipped as an afterthought. I just sighed and shook my head. "Neither did I..." it was only then that I noticed we had actually walked far past the lunch room and were headed towards a series of classrooms that were being renovated after a fire. "Uh, Sam, where're we going?" I asked, nearly stopping, but feeling Fallan pressing against my back kept me walking. "Don't worry; nobody comes down here during the day." Fallan told me, rubbing my back lower and lower with each step. Sammie pulled aside the plastic sheet hanging over one door and ushered us inside. It smelled of sawdust and oil inside. There was a fine layer of dust on everything and I wondered how the girls would make it out without their black clothes being completely covered in white. I didn't have much time to think as soon after the plastic sheeting was replaced I had Fallen undoing my belt while Sammie was pressing against me and craning her neck up to kiss me. Fallan's nimble hands had my rapidly hardening dick out in seconds, and my step-sister's tongue invading my mouth was having as much effect on it as the darker girl's fingers. I felt and heard Fallan sink to her knees while Sammie continued to suck on my face. I couldn't help but moan as a pair of soft wet lips wrapped themselves around the head of my cock. "Good isn't she?" Sammie giggled, breaking our kiss to watch Fallan push more meat into her mouth. "We got so turned on watching you fuck Debbie we missed first period to have some girl time in the parking lot." She stroked Fallan's dark hair as her head slowly bobbed on my dick, leaving shiny trails of spit on the shaft. Sammie looked back up at me with fire in her ice-blue eyes. "It just wasn't enough though." Sammie left us for long enough to hang her trenchcoat over a door, then returned to remove Fallan's jacket without interrupting the girl's oral work on my shaft. Sammie's pants came off next- making a racket as the metal links hit and drug along the bare floor- leaving her in a red thong and her polished black corset that pushed her little tits together. She knelt next to her slave and pulled back on her hair until Fallan let my dripping tool slid out of her mouth. I watch Fallan stand as Sammie pulled her pierced tongue across the underside of my dick. Fallan's low-rise jeans didn't have chains on them, so they made less noise as she revealed her neatly trimmed bush to me. "No crotchless panties today?" I joked, then groaned as Sammie engulfed my cock. Fallan grinned sheepishly as she came back to us. "Not today. I had on normal ones, but your sister ripped them in the car." She accused as Sammie swallowed the head of my dick and held it there for long seconds. Fallan tossed her top on the growing pile of clothes and I was gifted with the sight of her brown nipples standing up on the tips of her firm B-cups. She kissed me sweetly before helping me out of my clothes, adding my jacket and shirt to the pile while Sammie struggled with my winter boots while still trying to suck my cock. I kissed Fallan again, tracing her full lips with my tongue before she pulled her mouth away to join Sammie on the floor. Sammie relinquished my twitching dick to the darker girl so she could finish pulling off my shoes and then my jeans. She had her hands all over Fallan's tan body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her ass, pulling her hair and making Fallan moan around her mouthful. Sammie's hand disappeared under Fallan's ass and I felt her tense up as Sammie whispered something in her ear with a wicked grin. Fallan started rocking back on Sammie's fingers, moaning louder as she slurped up my cock. She had to pull her head back to breath and Sammie took the opportunity to grab the base of my shaft and sharply smack Fallan in the cheek with it. I tried not to laugh, but it was hopeless. Sammie drug the steel barbell and her tongue up the bottom of my dick again, swirling it around the head before wrapping her black lips around it. Fallan pressed herself to Sammie's side, kissing and sucking her neck and caressing any bare skin she could get her hands on. Sammie groaned as she stroked and sucked me; Fallan's fingers had found a spot between my sister's thighs that made her eyelids flutter as she struggled to keep the attention on me. She broke the seal her lips hand on my dick and growled out "Fuck this, I need you in me." before nearly shoving me to the floor. I was barely on my back before Sammie was straddling me. Fallan's hands wrapped around my pole and held it perfectly in place for Sammie's pussy to be lowered over it. My pale little step-sister had her red thong pulled to one side as she pushed her swollen lips down my dick with a groan leaking out between her clenched teeth. Fallan pulled away from me and I felt her straddle my right leg as Sammie started grinding her pelvis on mine. She was pulling and squeezing me as deep as I could go, opening her womb with each rock backwards. Fallan was rubbing her dripping bush into my thigh and rubbing and kissing Sammie's shoulders. Sammie leaned back and craned her neck around to kiss her willing servant, and as their tongues intertwined I felt Sammie's inner walls convulse around me. Her brow furrowed and she dug her nails into my hand she was holding for balance as she moaned and twisted her other hand in Fallan's hair. Fallan's arms were wrapped around Sammie, holding her as firmly as any lover would want, as she continued to kiss and suck on her lips. Sammie's spasms subsided and her hand left mine to caress Fallan's face. The kiss broke with a smile and a moan from Sammie, still grinding her pussy down on me. Fallan crawled half way around her and pulled Sammie's corset down far enough to get her lips around the pale girl's pierced pink nipple. I reached out and grabbed the other breast with my left hand, while my right one ventured for Fallan and found her gooey twat waiting for something to penetrate it. While I fingered Fallan and fucked Sammie, I watched as they alternated between sloppy kisses and mauling each others tits with their mouths. After another shuddering orgasm that left claw marks on both me and Fallan, Sammie whispered into the tan skinned girl's ear something that made her smile and blush. She veered away from Sammie, and with my fingers still busily stimulating her quim, leaned down to kiss me, dragging her nimble pink tongue over my lips and inside my mouth. "Fuck me." Fallan cooed and I felt her pussy tighten up. "Please, Jason, fuck me." She pleaded while Sammie started riding my cock faster. "Please fuck me. Please? I want to feel you cum inside me like you did yesterday." She went on begging, telling me how she wanted me to stretch her pussy out with my cock and fill her up with my cum and "...put a white man's baby inside me." Sammie had worked herself to another orgasm, this one she contained by biting her lip and removing herself from my rigid and dripping dick. Fallan wasted no time turning around and sucking Sammie's juice off me; licking up from the base of my shaft and obviously enjoying the taste of my stepsister's -- her mistress's- pussy mixed with my flesh and precum. I pulled myself from under her when I noticed Sammie was watching us, rubbing a lazy circle into her bald mound. I laid Fallan down on her back and pulled her by her hips to me. Spreading and lifting her legs, I lurched forward and impaled her with my rod. She let a yelp escape her mouth as her ass collided with my legs. As I started sawing in and out of her, her arms wrapped around mine, and Sammie made her way to us on her knees. At first she stayed close to me, rubbing my back and looking down at Fallan getting fucked; watching her tan breasts with their hard brown nipples rock back and forth as she moaned through clenched teeth and grasped my wrists, trying to pull me down to her. Sammie lowered herself instead, putting a hand on either side of Fallan's head and kissing her, murmuring softly to her while I continued to plow into the young Kuwaiti. Sammie moved so that she was straddling Fallan, pressing her ass back against my stomach and moving in rhythm with each thrust. Fallan wrapped her arms around Sammie and her legs around me as I traced the barbed heart inked into Sammie's back with my shaking fingertips. Sammie sunk lower under me, pressing her shaved sex against Fallan's soft fur. I could feel Sammie's wetness marking me every time I pushed into Fallan's box. They were both moaning between kissing each other on the face, lips, neck, and shoulders. My sister ducked her head to take one of her slave's dark nipples into her mouth and I caught Fallan staring up at me with more than lust in her eyes. "Cum for me..." she begged. Without realizing what I was doing I grabbed Sammie by the hips instead of Fallan and pulled her back against me. Her legs being intertwined with Fallan's jerked the darker girl back as well, pushing my dick as deep into her as I could reach before I started flooding her body with my seed. I stayed that way, deep inside her twitching, letting Fallan's pussy milk me for every drop until I started to fall forward. It was then that I noticed I was holding Sammie instead of Fallan. I let her go with small laugh, and leaned back on my knees. Sammie looked over her shoulder as my softening cock grazed her bare lips, but she didn't get off of Fallan. They talked in quiet whispers for a few seconds before Sammie jumped up and dressed in a hurry, leaving us there without a word. I looked at Fallan, still naked on the floor, and asked "What the hell was that about?" before starting to pull my clothes on. I helped Fallan up and tied her corset back in place as I wondered if she was going to tell me what they said. Finally, with a heavy sigh as she pulled her crushed leather jacket closed around her, Fallan answered. "Sam's jealous." I looked at her incredulously. "Of what?" I asked as I was tying my boots. "That I came in you instead of her? That's ridiculous." Fallan helped me off the floor and we dusted each other off as she spoke. "No, that you want to get me pregnant. That I can get pregnant." She sighed and tried to fix her hair. "That you can get me pregnant." She added with a roll of her eyes. I almost laughed. "Are you trying to tell me my sister has penis envy?" The look on Fallan's face wasn't humorous though and I clamped down on my smile. "Seriously, she wishes you could have her baby?" I asked a minute later as we were walking back towards the lunchroom, hoping we could grab a bite before class started again. "I don't know!" Fallan admitted while scrubbing her face with her hands. "When she got sick and they told her she'd never have kids it really fucked her up." She said stepping in front of me and stopping. "More than her parents' divorce and being tossed back and forth between them and her exes and everything else, that just wrecked her. Something inside of her is broken and she feels like she's not even human because of it. She wants to grow up and have a family and she can't." Fallan grabbed me the collar of my jacket and stared at me "You cannot tell her I told you that, or I swear to god if she doesn't kill you, I will." I frowned and removed her clenched fists, holding them together for a few seconds. I kissed Fallan on the forehead and told her "You know me better than that." before pulling her along to the lunchroom. We found Sammie at her usual spot, munching on an apple and reading a thick book, sitting across from Katie. I plopped down next to her with my tray of lukewarm pizza and asked "You okay, Sam?" She turned to me with freshly applied mascara and fake surprise on her face "Why wouldn't I be?" When I told her not to worry about it, she took a loud crunch out of her apple and turned back to her apple. "So, we really need to figure out who put that video up and why." She said absently and Katie coughed like she had choked on her drink. "I thought we agreed that Debbie put it up." I said around a mouthful of grease and cheese. "I mean it was her or her parents, and I don't see her pristine parents wanting video their pristine daughter getting assfucked on the internet." We all settled into a silence as Fallan and I tried to finish our food before the bell rung, and Katie stared at the table and sipped her drink. When the bell for class rung, Katie pulled on my sleeve and said she needed to talk to me, alone. Sammie and Fallan didn't seem to notice, so we ducked into a stockroom doorway. "What's up?" Katie was blushing and ringing her hands, stopping every other moment to run them through her curly bark-colored hair, she almost seemed to be shaking inside her heavy sweater. I urged her on and she blurted out "I uploaded the video." then started babbling too fast for me to keep up with. I clamped my hand over mouth and asked her what the hell was going on. She took a deep breath through her nose and slapped my hand away. "When our parents got divorced, I went to live with our dad because I didn't get along with mom at all, but Dad had to go overseas for work and couldn't take me with him, so I had to move out here . This whole thing is just a big stupid mistake and it's all my fault." She finally stopped talking when she noticed I had no clue what she was talking about. "I'm Debbie's little sister." "I walked in on you two having sex yesterday." Katie admitted. "You were facing the other direction, but Debbie saw me watching. I just ran upstairs when the couch started to break After you left, Debbie stormed into my room and started threatening me, saying how she'd get people to beat me up and rape me if I told Mom." She looked like she was about to cry, and I actually started to see the family resemblance; Debbie's o-face and Katie's sad-face were remarkably similar. "I remembered one of the dolls was a nanny-cam so I took a chance and got the tape before Mom got home, I doubt she even knows the damn doll still works. Anyway, I got the tape to a friend of mine, and told him I wanted him to edit out all the money talk and make sure Debbie's boyfriend saw it. He misunderstood or something and everyone on Debbie's facebook saw it." "Wait, Debbie has a boyfriend?" I interrupted. "I thought the whole point of her paying me was that she wasn't getting fucked by anymore." I felt like I was getting drawn into something I wanted no part of, and there wasn't much I could do about it. "Her boyfriend went to a college out of state" Katie informed me. "She promised him they'd stay together even over the distance, but she's a total slut. She couldn't trust anyone she actually knew not to run their mouths, and heard about you somehow..." Katie looked at the floor. "I'm really sorry." "Not as sorry as you're gonna be." I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Trish coming around the corner holding her phone out in front of her. "I recorded that whole little confession of yours." She informed us as she pressed a few buttons on her phone. "I'm sure your mother would just love to hear it." She looked up from her phone and beamed "Or Sammie! Oh, I'm sure it would just make her day." I rolled my eyes. "What's your price?" I asked lowly, already thinking of the stack of money in my room disappearing between Trish's huge boobs. "Oh... I dunno." Trish shrugged. "I'll let you know, cutie." She said brushing my face with her hand and spinning on her heels to bounce away. "Your sister is going to kill me isn't she?" Katie squeaked from behind me. My New Sister Ch. 07 I rubbed my temples as I started down the hallway. "Probably; I'll try to cover for you." I told her just as the tardy bell rung. My life seemed to turning into nothing but peaks and valleys, I was wondering if anything would just be normal anytime soon or ever again as I was being scolded by my teacher for being late. The rest of school was uneventful, despite Fallan's attempts to get me going again in chem lab. I was too distracted with trying to figure out a way to spare myself from Trish's blackmail and Katie from Sammie's wrath, even if some of it was deserved. As soon as I got home, I contacted the streaming site where the video of my fucking Debbie was hosted and told them that I was actually my father, and the young man in the video was underage. It was a paper thin lie, but the only way I could think of to get them to remove the video. I'm no idiot, I knew there were copies everywhere by then, but at least the original page Debbie's friends were emailed about would be gone. That night I was anticipating Trish's call, informing me it was time to pay up, and I should leave for her place as soon as everyone in my house was asleep. I felt like an idiot trying to sneak out of my own house, and a thief when I took Sammie's car instead of my own because her much smaller and newer model seemed infinitely quieter than my antique gas guzzler. I parked along the street and made my way to the door checking to see if anyone was around. Trish was waiting on me and jerked the door open and pulled me inside before I could even think about knocking. Her small house smelled like cats, lots of cats. It wasn't messy or unpleasant, there was just the lingering odor of litter and fur and cat food. "Come with me." Trish demanded and attempted to pull me by my shirt towards a cluster of doors across the den on my left. I smacked her hand away before she could stretch the fabric out, and then motioned for her to lead the way when she gave me a snide look. When I was in Trish's bedroom I pulled the wad of money left from Debbie's payment and started flipping through it, counting it for what I figured the last time. "So much do you want, and why couldn't this wait until morning?" I grumbled out. It was bad enough I had to share my money with her, but Trish was keeping me awake and away from home, potentially landing me in more shit with more important people. Trish laughed and plopped down on her bed, which looked to be about a foot short to comfortably sleep on, and was piled with several mismatched blankets and pillows. For the first time I could see she had changed clothes since school, now wearing a too-tight and too-short burgundy dress that dipped low in the front, and long dark stockings over her legs; her too-bright makeup hadn't been washed off though. "Put your money away, Jason, before I think you're trying to insult me." She ordered and waved me closer. "I don't believe you don't know the real reason I called you over here tonight." She said and roughly ran her hand up my thigh. I rolled my eyes, and had to ask "Are you fucking serious?" as her fingers moved to my belt and zipper. She didn't bother giving me an answer, instead Trish just carried on removing my pants and my boxers. For the first time I noticed how cold it was in her house as she lowered her mouth to my cock and I felt her hot breath on my leg. She slurped up my not-quite-hard member and toyed with it on her tongue. "Jesus, Trish, you really are a whore." I sighed and decided I might as well enjoy myself. She pulled her apple red lips off my swelling dick and chuckled "You're one to talk." I grunted and put my hand on the back of her head, directing back to my crotch. I glanced around the room while Trish went back to making my cock hard and slick, and noticed it was pretty much a disaster. There were clothes piled everywhere around the bed(dirty or clean I had no way of knowing), an overflowing trashcan next to a cluttered chest of drawers with a small TV perched on top, and plastic bags of candy, over the counter medicines, sodas, and God only knows what else scattered everywhere. "How do you live in this damn mess?" I scolded her, but kept my hand firmly planted on the back of her skull to keep her mouth on my dick. "I mean seriously, do your parents just not give a damn, or are they as gross as you are?" I went on, hearing her try to mumble around my cock but not letting her speak. "And what the fuck are you wearing?" I snorted as I shoved the head of my dick past her uvula, causing her to gag a little before swallowing more man flesh. "Is that supposed to be sexy?" I asked making a tight fist in her hair. "You look like a fucking hooker." Finally, Trish pushed away from me, spitting out my dick and taking a deep breath. "Why are you being so mean to me?" she whined and I noticed her mascara had already started to run. "I wore this for you." she sobbed "I wanted to be sexy when you got here, so-" I cut her off by forcing my cock back in her mouth. "Shut up." I snapped and started pushing her head back and forth. "If you wanted to be sexy, then you should've cleaned the fucking house, or at least done your goddamned laundry." I told her, watching my shaft slid in and out of her mouth. She was looking up at me with more tears ruining her makeup. Her hands were on my hips, squeezing me as I jabbed the back of her mouth with my tool. One rather violet lurch forward and it popped down her throat unexpectedly. With a gag and a heave she force herself back, coughing, and resisted the urge to vomit. While she was already laying back, I wrenched her legs up in the air and found her neatly trimmed pussy waiting for me. "Oh god Jason, please fuck me." She mewled out. Not taking any chances I pulled a condom out my back pocket and rolled it on before shoving my turgid pole in her chubby cunt. She immediately started moaning while biting her lip, getting louder as I started pumping into her greasy pit. "Open your mouth." I growled out and slapped her hard on the outside of her thigh. She moaned but didn't release her lip. I dug my fingers into her meaty ass and pulled her hard on my cock. "Open your fucking mouth!" I barked, and Trish's mouth popped open with a small cry. "That's a good slut." I offered and loosened my grip before starting to pound into her pussy again. I reached up and jerked her dress down, letting her massive tits flop free and caught one in my grip to twist her nipple and make her cry out and try to turn away from the pain. I let go of her tit and smacked her sharply across the face "Don't try to get away from me, you nasty bitch." I told her before moving my hand to her throat. She groaned out "I am a nasty little bitch." I laughed at her and told her to say it again. "I'm a nasty little bitch." She moaned as my cock pounded into her. I told her to say it louder. "I'm a nasty little bitch." She moaned again. Again I told her to say it louder and Trish shakily replied "I can't, my parents will hear us." "I don't a give a fuck." I said sternly. "I told your slut ass to say it louder and I want to hear it goddamned louder." I said pushing her head back against the bed harder. Trish cried out and I felt her cunt squeeze me tighter. "I'm a fucking nasty little bitch!" she nearly screamed. Again, I ordered. "I'm a fucking nasty bitch!" she yelled. I laughed and let go of her throat, groping her tits as I told her to say it again. "We gotta be quiet , baby." She whined. That got her another smack across her cheek. "I don't have to fucking be quiet, you fat whore." I told her and grabbed her by the face, squeezing her mouth into a shape it wasn't meant to form. "I own you, slut. As long as my dick's inside you, you're my whore." I informed her. "Now, what are you?" I asked, letting go of her face and resuming plowing away at her gash. Trish's voice caught in her throat as a quake passed through her insides, but she worked out "I'm your whore." on the third try. I told her I couldn't hear her and twisted her nipple like it was the volume knob on a radio. "I'm your dirty whore!" she cried out and bucked against me as I fucked her. I twisted her other nipple to let her know she still wasn't loud enough. "I'm you your dirty fucking whore, Jason! Please keep fucking me!" she finally screamed and I could feel her slickness dripping off my balls each time they slapped against her ass. I pulled out in the middle of her orgasm. "Roll the fuck over." I ordered and landed an open hand on her thigh again. Trish didn't move at first, so I struck her again and barked "Now!" She quickly got on her knees and positioned herself so I could push my dick back into her from standing on the floor. I reached forward and grabbed two handfuls of her long blonde hair and jerked her head back so she was looking at her reflection in the dirty window above her bed while her cunt got invaded from behind. "You like that don't you?" I snarled. "Yes!" Trish yelped. "I love it!" she added seconds later. "I love getting fucked!" I laughed and pulled her hair harder. "I love it when you fuck me! I love it when you fuck my slutty pussy!" she kept going. Somewhere between her third and forth orgasm, something snapped inside the chunky blond and she didn't even need me to demand more self-degradation. "Fuck your dirty whore, Jason. Fuck her hard! She loves your big fat cock in her dirty cunt! Oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or feel sorry for her, so I just kept my mouth shut and went on stuffing my cock into her tunnel. It wasn't long before she was begging me to cum for her. Begging me to "Shoot it all over my fat ass!" or "Push your dick in my mouth and let me drink it!" or even "Shove it up my ass and cum in my belly!" which I actually considered, but still didn't want my bare dick inside her. When her shaking and squeezing and screaming got to be too much for me, I stepped back from her and pulled her down to the floor in front of me. Whipping the condom off I put the head of my dick between her bright red lips and violently jerked the shaft. Seconds later, thick ropes of spunk were splattering the inside of her mouth, coating her tongue and draining down her throat. "Swallow." I ordered, still holding her by a handful of hair, and watched as she gulped down my load without closing her mouth. I released her and she fell the rest of the way to the floor. I didn't bother saying goodbye, just pulled my pants up and turned away. On my way out the door I spotted Trish's phone laying next to her TV and snatched it before she could notice. As soon as I was out of the house, I was making sure the recording of Katie's confession wasn't copied, emailed, or sent to anyone else before deleting it and taking the memory card out just as a precaution. When I got home, I was relieved to see the lights still off, and quickly crept up to bed. The night actually turned out much better than I had planned I found Katie the next morning as soon as I got to school. People were still buzzing, but it wasn't quite as bad, so I was hoping all the drama would just evaporate before too long. "I took care of the Trish's recording." I let her know. "How's your end of the deal?" I asked. "One text and it's on like Donkey Kong." Katie chirped. I looked down at her and screwed my face up. "What?" she asked. "Do people not say that anymore?" I shook my head with a weak smile, and she blushed and apologized. "Well, just hold off for now. You still need to fess up to Sammie." I told her. She looked at me with serious fear in her eyes. "Or you could get your 'friend' who edited and uploaded the video to take the blame, but honestly Sammie would be way more lenient on another woman." Part of me doubted if that was actually true, but the rest of me assumed whatever punishment Sammie had in store involved lots of nudity and I didn't want to pass up a chance to get Debbie's nerdy little sister out of her overalls and sweaters. "Come on," I said pulling her by the sleeve, "I see her by the back door." "But I was never in your car yesterday." was the first bit of conversation I heard as we approached Sammie and a circle of her friends. It was Trish, trying to figure out why Sammie had her phone that morning when she got to school. "That doesn't make any sense." She went on, glancing up and seeing me and Katie. The realization of what happened made her look like a deer about to get run over my Mac Truck, and it was all I could do to keep from laughing in her face. "Uh, Samantha?" Katie said meekly. "Can I talk to you, alone?" Sammie tossed Trish's phone to her and gave me a quizzical look before walking a few feet away with Katie. I got near Trish while paying close attention to the body language of my new friend and my new sister, and said "I erased your recording, and any trace you even had my number." Which was just pointing out the obvious. Then I held up my phone, which was showing a private page only accessible to me and Katie at the time. Trish looked at it and her jaw dropped open. The video playing for her was a shot through her bedroom window, looking her dead in the eyes while she screamed for me to fuck her like the dirty whore she is. My face was blocked from view, and every time she said my name, static conveniently took over the sound. "You tell anyone about you heard, or what we did, and this gets sent to everyone, starting with your dad." I closed the page and gently forced Trish's jaw shut. "You stupid bitch!" I heard Sammie screech and I saw her fist flying towards Katie's cringing face. Before I move to stop anything, it slammed into the locker next to Katie's mouse brown hair, making the meeker girl flinch and almost cry out. Sammie grabbed her by the front of her shirt and drug her towards me, pointing at me as she came. She changed directions at the last second before colliding with me and went down a small corridor that led to the boiler room stairs. I followed closely behind and winced when Sammie threw Katie against the brick wall with enough force to knock the girl's glasses off. "Explain yourself!" she shouted. When Katie tried to speak, Sammie interrupted her with more shouting. "Explain to my brother why you felt the need to do something that could get him kicked out of his home. Explain to him why you felt the need to turn him into a damn walking target for anyone that has a crush on your vapid bitch sister." She paused for a breath, and the next order came out as more of a growl "Explain to us why you felt the fucking compulsion to do something that could make it nearly impossible for us to be together." Katie was shaking, barely holding back the tears. She managed to choke out an apology which Sammie cast aside if she even understood it. "Stop it, Sam." I said and when she pointed and started to tell me what Katie had told her I held up my hand. "I already know she's the one that put up the video." I admitted. "It was an accident. It was stupid and mean and thoughtless and selfish to begin with, but the fact that everyone in the school has seen it is an accident." I knelt down and pick up Katie's glasses and handed them to her. "If you want to hurt this girl for trying to hurt Debbie and fucking it up, I can't stop you. But don't do anything to her because of me. Believe it or not, I can take care of myself." Sammie huffed and shook her head, smiling on the verge of tears, then shoved her way passed me and left her friends standing there either staring at her or me. Fallan gave me a concerned glance before taking off down the hall after my sister, and Trish was still dumbfounded that I had beat her at her own game. "Thank you." I heard Katie almost whisper from behind me, and I saw her almost reach out and take my hand before putting her hands in her pockets. "I know that was hard, but I'll make it up to you." Debbie showed up for class that day, acting like she had no idea why everyone was talking about us, but I heard towards the end of the day that she had told her fellow cheerleaders that we were dating, to which I responded with a hearty laugh that earned me a dirty look from my history teacher. Sammie refused to talk to or even look at me, even when I ripped her book from her hands and put my face right in hers. Apparently she forced Fallan to give me the same treatment, although the slave wasn't as skilled as the master as being stony and Fallan ended up hiding in the women's bathroom when I confronted her. Irritated and wondering how I always managed to piss off my dream girl, I didn't even see the guy that punched me when I was trying to walk to my car. I don't remember how I ended on the ground, or how he ended up holding my head in one hand and punching me with the other. All I knew is that he was bigger and stronger than me, and that if I didn't get him off of me I was going to die. I tried kicking and punching back, but he was too close for me to get any range. Trying to block made my face hurt less, so I resigned to that for as long as I could bear it. Then he screamed and there was the smell of burning hair. He thrashed about and I watched his eyes roll into the back of his head before he fell over on the asphalt. I looked around and noticed a small crowd had gathered; in the center of it, right next to my attacker's twitching body was Sammie, holding a police issue tazer gun. She popped the cartridge out of the barrel and stowed the gun away before walking over to whoever the guy was and started kicking him with her steel-toed boots, screaming "Leave him the fuck alone!" over and over. As dazed as I was I couldn't think of a reason to stop her even when she planted her foot into the guy's face twice. Looking around again I caught sight of Debbie Sollud holding her face and crying, and just before I blacked out I caught Fallan and Trish dragging Sammie away, still kicking and screaming at my now bloody attacker. My New Sister Ch. 08 Ice cold water woke me up. As I gasped for air and in shock I tried to stop an imaginary fist from breaking my face anymore. When I realized I was leaning against the rear bumper of my car I relaxed a little and tried to focus my eyes on the five people standing around me. "You can take care of yourself all right." One of them said and I instantly knew it was darling step sister. Dressed in a tight red halter, baggy jeans, her trenchcoat, and blood still on her boots; She looked like a bizarre mix of ancient royalty and modern biker with her pants billowing out around the tops of her knee-high boots. I tried to shake the grogginess as Fallan helped me to my feet. They explained to me that the guy that sucked punched me was Debbie's boyfriend that Katie was trying to piss off. "Looks like it worked." I tried to joke but it hurt to smile. Sammie was walking to her car when she heard the scuffle and saved my ass. The other two goth girls managed to drag her away before she killed him, and Katie and Gracie got me into my car for a getaway in case any of Debbie's friends decided to help her ex-lover. "Gracie drove my car?" I asked and looked over my shoulder to make sure my Monte Carlo was still in one piece. "No, stupid, Katie did." My little sister answered rolling her eyes as she walked around me and sat on the back of my car. She was obviously not having a good time standing around with three goth chicks and the nerdy little sister of a girl she idolized a few hours ago. "He's awake, can we go home now?" I frowned and said "Stow it runt." Then I realized we weren't at anyone's home. "Where the hell are we?" "Old cemetery on the outside of town. " Sammie answered. "Not many people come out here, as everyone who knew anybody buried here is also dead." When I noticed her looking at me funny, I had to ask, and she told me to hold still and that "this is gonna hurt." before grabbing my obviously broken nose and putting facing it forward again. "Looks better already." Katie said. "Now when your black eye goes away and the swelling in your lip goes down, you can get back to work." I glared at her and flicked my eyes at Gracie, while Sammie put her hand to her face and just shook her head. Fallan sighed heavily and I heard Trish mutter something derogatory. Katie visibly stiffened and said. "I'm just going to sit in the car." and scampered past me to get to a door. Gracie looked at all of us like we were nuts, "Since when do you have a job?" she sneered and went to join Katie in the car. "Those have to be two of the most brainless chicks on Earth." Trish commented and instantly wished she hadn't. Sammie got within inches of her before speaking. "Don't you EVER talk about my sister like that again." Then grabbed the larger girl by the hair and pulled her to the ground. "Now apologize to Jason for insulting his family." She ordered and stepped aside so Trish could look at me. Fallan had a wicked little smile on her face and I was starting to wonder what pleasure she got out of seeing Trish tortured. The blond muttered an apology and Sammie let go of her hair. "We're leaving." She added wiping her hands off on her pants. She tossed Fallan the keys to her Tiburon and walked over to me. "I'm glad you're okay." She muttered. "I was really scared when you passed out." I smiled down at her and gave her a hug. "I'm glad you were there, especially since your car was parked nowhere near mine." I accused. "You were following me to try to make up for our fight this morning, weren't you?" Sammie nodded and I smiled despite my split lip. "Good." I told her and kissed her, careful to keep her vampire fangs from touching the more tender parts of my mouth. Sammie let go of me reluctantly. "Just follow me out of here okay?" she said as she backed away, holding my fingertips with her own. "It can get pretty twisted on these old back roads." I followed her closely as we drove through what looked like a scene from the calm beginnings of a horror movie. Old barns and overgrown fields scattered clumps of trees choked with kudzu and wisteria. It was nearly an hour before I saw anything I considered modern civilization. "So, did you Sammie kiss and make up?" I asked Katie after glancing in the back and noticing Gracie had fallen asleep with her headphones on. When she didn't answer I looked over at her and noticed the slender brunette was blushing nearly as red as Sammie'e taillights and a wry smile was playing with her mouth. "Do I even want to know what she did to you?" Katie shook herself from whatever reverie she was caught in before speaking. "You could say that... And you probably do, but it was more what I did to her." She answered both my questions before turning to look out the window at the now scattered houses and occasional sub-development passing by. "Your sister has a beautiful body." She added under her breath, almost like she was embarrassed to admit it. I looked over at her. There was something adorable about her sitting there almost in a ball on my car seat in her baggy shapeless jeans and her bulky hooded sweatshirt, staring through her own reflection daydreaming about whatever depravity Sammie had unleashed on her. "Yeah I know." I confirmed, putting my eyes back on the road and making sure Sammie hadn't sped off somewhere. "So... Do I get to hear it?" I asked after another mile and Katie sighed, fogging up her window She looked over her shoulder at Gracie, still snoozing. "If you can't wait, I guess I do owe you." Katie adjusted herself in her seat, twisting underneath her seatbelt to face me more than front. "She took me back to some rooms that were being rebuilt or worked on or something, and told me if I didn't want to get handed over to Debbie and her 'friends' that I'd get undressed." She was still blushing and now she was fidgeting with the edge of her sweatshirt. "I didn't want to at first, but then Fallan- who I thought was your girlfriend the other day- came over and started helping Sammie take her clothes off." Katie's smile got bigger. "Seeing her like that made me feel like whatever what going on, it would be okay. I know it seems silly, but not being the only naked girl in the room just made it not so bad. So," paused Katie looked down at her shaky hands "so I took my clothes off too." She said with a deep breath. "Then Fallan stood back and Sammie made me stand up straight, shoulders back, chest out, chin up, you know? And she... examined me. She just walked around me, looking and touching; just her fingertips or her fingernails all over my skin." Katie stopped with a shudder, and I asked if she needed me to turn the heat up. "No." she laughed and pushed my hand away from the knob before returning her hands to her sweater and herself to the burnt-out classroom. "When she was done looking at me, she took my glasses off and handed them to Fallan, who gave her some kind of leather rod, like the thing you whip horses with." She nodded quickly when I asked if it was riding crop, I'd seen Sammie carrying it before. "But she left me and sat on a stool that Trish brought in from another room and crossed her legs. She looked so beautiful, Jason, sitting there with her big leather boots on and those black rings in her nipples, with her hands on her knees holding that... crop... she looked like one those pinup girls from the 50s." Katie's eyes had closed by that point, but she kept telling me what happened. "Sammie got me to come closer and she started playing with me with that leather crop; smacking my chest with it a little, tickling my sides, rubbing across... um, downstairs. Then she put it on my shoulder and pressed down, telling me to get on my knees. So I did, and she moved her legs; opened them; put her feet up on the rungs of her stool." I glanced over at Katie when she stopped talking and saw that she was still shuddering, and now licking her lips slowly. Her arms had disappeared inside her sweatshirt and I could only imagine was she was playing with under there. I adjusted the erection straining against my zipper and made sure Gracie was still snoring before urging Katie to continue "And then?" Katie let out a small whimper before she started talking again. "An then... she put the riding crop on the back of my head and pulled me closer to... closer to... um, her. She kept pushing, I knew what she wanted me to do, but I've never done anything like that before, I was scared. I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't want her to be... disappointed..." Katie admitted quietly and licked her quivering lips again. "But she pulled me so close I didn't really have a choice, so I just started licking." Katie shuddered again and another whimper crawled out of her mouth. It didn't take much imagination to know her fingers were busy in her pants. "She made me keep my hands on her knees so I couldn't..." Katie trailed off with a badly concealed whine. "But I had to keep looking at her face, even while I was licking her. Oh, Jason she tasted so good. It was soft and moist like... like the inside of an orange, but it was so warm and a little salty and she started moaning and got wet... Wetter even." Katie started rocking in her seat, and I was having some trouble focusing on the road or Sam's car in front of me. "She leaned back against Fallan, and Fallan started messing with her boobs. I could feel Sammie's... Mmm... her juice was running down my chin and I just kept trying to lick it all up." Katie started keening with each breath and I knew she was about to give into her own fingers. "Then Fallan kissed her!" Katie hissed. "I was so horny, but I couldn't move my hands, and Sammie was moaning and pushing her... her... Pussy at my mouth, and Fallan was pulling on the rings in Sammie's nipples and... and I... Oh dammit Jason, I was so fucking jealous!" Katie was getting loud, and I was worried about Gracie waking up, but was loathe to stop the mousey girl next to me before she got herself off. "Then I felt her twitching." Katie mewled. "She was moving and shaking in my mouth and then it tasted even better. It was so good, I just tried to drink it all; drink her... So good... so beautiful..." Katie trailed off again, rocking against her own hand and half moaning, half whining with her eyes clenched shut. Her breathing became erratic and she shook all over. Finally, she fell back against the leather seat with a loud and satisfied sigh. Her right hand still shoved down the front of her too-large jeans. I waited patiently as she caught her breath and came down from the afterglow. "Sammie pushed me back so she could up, got dressed, and left without another word." She eventually said as we reached interior of the city, close to Trish's house. "Fallan stayed behind and helped me clean myself up and get dressed. She gave me my glasses back and told me to go. That's about the time you got jumped... Sorry." She apologized in a low voice as she pulled her hands free of her pants and pushed them back down her sleeves. I gingerly touched my swollen eye. "Don't beat yourself up over it." I told her, looking over at her still heaving chest and her flushed face. "I'm sure you'll make it up to me sooner or later." Katie smiled at me and I noticed we had pulled up in front of Trish's house. I saw Fallan get out and lean her seat forward so the larger girl could climb from Sammie's cramped back seat. Trish wasted no time getting into her front door, sparing one quick look at my car before she disappeared from sight. Fallan walked back to my car and I had the window down waiting on her. "Sam says to give us Gracie and you can take Katie home." She told me, leaning down and putting her head in my window. I couldn't help but smell her hair and I almost instinctively moved to try and kiss her. My head was pounding and I was wondering if it was because of my injuries or if I was just horny from listening to Katie. "I'm staying with you tonight, my father's pissed but he's flying home to see my grandparents in the morning." Fallan explained further when she noticed me staring a little a little too intently. I shook myself out of it and blinked a few times. I pointed over my shoulder at my baby sister and said "She's out like a light, just let her sleep." Fallan frowned at her but nodded. "I'll see you at the house." I watched to make sure everything was okay. Fallan stood outside Sammie's Hyundai talking, pointing, and finally shrugged heavily. After a few seconds, she turned to me and waved goodbye, before disappearing into inside the car. It wasn't too far to Katie's place, and the guard at the gate was a lot more helpful since Katie was in the car with me and had a passcode to get in. The sun was sinking behind her cookie cutter neighborhood's skyline when I pulled up to the house. "You could've let me out at the gate, Debbie's boyfriend is probably still here." She told me and I just shrugged. I doubted that after the way Sammie had stomped on his face and ribs that he'd be up to fighting anyone soon. Katie climbed out and before I could pull away, she circled my hood. When I turned to ask her what she needed she grabbed my head and pressed her lips to mine. I winced, but she didn't relent until our tongues had met, retreated, swirled around one another, and separated again. "Thank you." She whispered when she let go, and I watched her run to the door and disappear inside. As I was passing the gatehouse on the way back out of the sub-development, I Gracie move in the back seat. She scrambled over the seat and plopped down next me. "How many damn girlfriends do you have?" she asked after snapping her seatbelt on. I didn't want to know how much she heard, out of fear that it was everything. "Watch your mouth." I scolded and turned towards home. I had to play twenty questions with mom about the fight, which Sammie had already broken the news about. I told the half-truth and said I asked out the wrong guy's girlfriend, and then begged her not to contact the school or the police or make a huge deal out of it. "It's far from the first fight I've been in, just let it die." I finally told her when she was done freaking out. I finally got to the kitchen after exchanging hellos and "You should see the other guy." with Samuel and dug some Excedrin out of the medicine cabinet. "We told them you beat his ass." I heard as I was washing down the pills. I turned to see Sammie sitting at the table with Fallan, sharing a big bowl of cinnamon ice cream. "So do everyone a favor and forget I own Mr. Zappy and that I flattened that guy's skull." I plopped in a chair next to Sammie and nodded. "Good. Here." She said and held a spoon to my lips. "Thanks." I said around the frozen glob, "Should've put it on my face though." Before I could think otherwise, Sammie pressed the back of her spoon to my eyelid and I nearly fell out of my chair in shock. "Thanks." I mocked, but held it there as Fallan fed Sammie with the remaining spoon. "By the way, Katie thinks you're some kind of goddess." I told my step-sister as I laid my aching head on the table. Sammie made a rude noise with her lips before speaking. "She only thinks it?" She took another spoonful of dessert from Fallan before continuing. "The way she was lapping at my cooch earlier, you'd think she had already applied for worship of me to be a recognized religion." Sammie smiled and waved away the next bite Fallan offered her. "She was good at it though. I have to admit I completely accepted her apology." She said turning and watching me lift the spoon from my eye as it had gotten warm. I nodded and smiled a bit myself. "Yeah she told me all about it on the ride home." I confessed. "Fingered herself while she talked, it was pretty hot." Fallan's face screwed up around her spoon in her mouth, and I saw Sammie had a worried look herself. "Gracie was asleep in the back seat with some horrible rap music blasting in her eardrums." I dismissed with a wave. "But, she did see Katie kiss me when I dropped her off." Sammie rolled her eyes and sighed. "Why do you have to be so damn good looking? And charming? And good in bed?" she complained with a smile. She was in an odd mood considering a few hours earlier she was on the verge of killing someone. I chalked it up to relief I wasn't seriously hurt as I decided to fill an icepack and try to get some homework done before dinner. Later that night I woke up on the couch with a lukewarm sack of water on my face and an infomercial for a Ronco food dehydrator on the TV. I popped a few more headache pills and made my way upstairs, trying to keep quiet and not wake anyone up. I paused outside Sammie's room for a moment and heard a muffled moan from behind the door. I snorted and shook my head, considering letting myself in, but deciding not to risk ruining Sammie's oddly cheerful mood from earlier. No sooner than I had put my head on my pillow though, there was a light but rapid knock on my bedroom door. "It's open." I said, not wanting to lift my aching head to go and turn the knob myself. I was surprised to see Fallan enter instead of Sammie. She stood in front of my door for a few long seconds, almost like she was unsure of what she wanted. It gave me a good chance to drink her in while she was standing there in one of my old undershirts and pair of red cotton panties, with her normally pinned or tied back hair hanging in disarray around her face. She chewed on her bottom lip and I realized this was the first time I'd ever seen her without any makeup on. Fallan's eyes met mine and she tried to speak, cleared her throat and then tried again. "Your room's nice." I almost laughed, but just smiled at her. "Thank you." I said and moved to make space on the bed. "Would you like to sit? Or lay down?" I asked and she nodded, making her way to the bed. "I figured you and Sam would still be busy." I admitted, but still happy she had decided to join me. Fallan lay in the bed and made of a point of getting close to me and laying her head on my chest. I could still smell her perfume, but now mixed with it was the scent of sweat and sex. It was a good mix and I didn't bother hiding my excitement. Fallan sighed. "Sammie's been asleep for hours." She admitted, and I wondered about the moaning I had heard. "I was masturbating because I couldn't sleep, and waking her up is like asking for a foot in the ass." I smiled, thinking of the first and only time I tried to interrupt Sammie's nap for sex, and silently agreed. "I saw your shadow under the door," Fallan went on, "so I figured I'd come see if you wanted to help me get to sleep." She turned her head to look up at me and before anything else was said I was pressing my lips to hers. I couldn't help but notice her mouth still tasted faintly of Sammie's cum. I turned on my side slightly and ran my hand down her side, lifted up her shirt, and slid my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties. Still wrestling tongues, I pushed my hand down between her legs and across the soft hair covering her mound on my way to find her slit. Her lips were slightly swollen and already slick with her lube. I dipped my fingers between them and drug them upward, making her moan into my mouth as I opened her slightly on my way to her clit. I drew slow circles on her button with my middle finger, relishing her twitching hips and louder moans each time I passed over it. We separated for a breath and found ourselves staring into each others eyes as I slowly worked her over-sensitive clit. Fallan's arms circled my neck and my waist, holding me close as she started to shudder and buck her hips towards me. Her mouth hung half open and her moaning was interrupted as her breath caught in her throat as something powerful was building up between her legs. "Oh... Oh, God, Jason!" she nearly yelled and attacked my mouth, nearly pushing me back on the bed as she tried to hold in a scream and grind her pussy on my hand at the same time. My New Sister Ch. 08 I pushed my hand down further and sunk two fingers into her shaking gash and pressed upwards against her insides while I pushed my palm into her mound, twisting it as much as I could over her clit. She shuddered as I fingered her into another orgasm, stopping our kiss with a nearly soundless scream while one hand knotted in my hair and the nails of the other dug into my back. I continued to wriggle and twist my fingers into her swollen little box, soaking my hand and her panties with her juices while she rocked her pelvis instinctively riding out the waves of pleasure. When her eyes opened again, I slowly pulled my hand away from her gooey crotch, taking her panties along the way. Fallan pulled the undershirt over her head and it was joined by my clothes on the floor. She guided me on top of her, holding my neck and shoulders, and then lay staring up at me as I teased her slit my cock, smearing her wetness over the head and along the underside of the shaft. She took a gasping breath when I entered her, spreading and stretching her tender insides with each inch. "You feel amazing." I whispered to her. "You always feel amazing." Fallan's pussy squeezed me, pulling me towards her red hot center, urging me to push deeper than I thought possible. As our pelvises ground against one another, Fallan let out a moan inside of a hiss and her nails threatened to pierce my skin again. The sensation only made me want to push harder, but I won control over my hips and pulled away so I could enter her dripping box again and again. Each time I pushed in as far as I could manage, opening her tunnel as deep and wide as possible. Her tunnel was throbbing around my shaft, and she had started arching her back, pushing up at me with an imperfect rhythm each time I pushed my cock into her. Our arms had wrapped around each others backs, her digging her nails into my skin, me making a fist in her hair and fiercely holding onto her shoulders. Between moans, I heard her whispering things to me in her first language. It was spoken haltingly, things she longed to tell me but were afraid to say aloud. It was confession in the middle of sinning, and I didn't understand a word of it. Her voice caught in her throat and she whimpered and pressed her forehead against my shoulder as I felt her inside quiver and tense. "Just let go." I whispered to her. "Don't hold it back, babe, not with me." I added with a kiss just behind her ear. "Aaahh..." was all I heard, but I felt Fallan lock her legs around my waist and slam her pussy up over my shaft. She clung to me and smashed her hips against mine over and over while trying to scream and breathe at the same time. The only sounds in the room were my barely held grunts, the slap of our flesh meeting, and a small squeak from Fallan as a rolling orgasm wracked her body. Her sudden force surprised me, and I could feel my own release quickly approaching. I leaned back enough to look down into her dark golden eyes before I erupted inside her. Fallan kept thrusting up at me, milking the sperm from my hose deep inside of her. She continued until I felt my arms go weak and I collapsed on top of her. She held me against her chest, and I could feel her pussy still throbbing and squeezing me; I could feel our heartbeats pounding at each other. When I gathered my strength, I found I didn't want to move, and Fallan pulled me down tighter when she noticed I had tried. We turned and kissed slowly, stayed locked together by sex, and held one another until I noticed she had started to doze off. "Fallan." I whispered, then a little louder. "Fallan, you need to go back to Sammie." She frowned and didn't move. "But I like it here." She told me. "I like this." "I'm sorry." I told her, and eased away, despite her protesting arms and slurping pussy lips. "Come on, my family can't see you in here." I explained and held what little she had been wearing out for her. Fallan pouted, but put her undies back on. I walked her to my door and held her close for longer than I intended, kissing her and hugging her body to mine. Forcing myself to let her go, I ordered. "Now go to bed." and gave her a final kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight." She said with a sad smile, and left me to sleep alone. By the time I woke up the next morning, I was the only one in the house. A note pinned to my door explained that Sammie had left with Fallan, Samuel got called into the office, and mom had taken Gracie to the dentist. It was a small surprise when the doorbell rang in the middle of me eating a bowl of cereal and staring off into space. I attempted to wipe the sleep off my face as I walked to the door, and was reminded that my right eye was still badly bruised. The expression I had when I opened the door to find a short thin girl with neon orange hair poking out from under a stocking cap didn't help it feel any better. "Slice?" I asked. Connie's roommate was standing on my front porch, not looking too different from the night I met her and made an ass of myself over Connie's missing eye; messy dyed hair and paper white skin, oval face with a short pointed nose and large green eyes. The only change I saw in Slice is a little makeup and the addition of a skin-tight nylon shirt under her half-zippered grey sweatshirt. "Oh, hey." She answered, and then added, obviously expecting someone else- probably someone that was wearing a shirt considering how cold it was outside. She slid through the door sideways, brushing against my bare stomach and allowed me to close the door. "So... Is Samantha here?" she asked, brazenly dragging her eyes down from my face as she took off her cap and stuffed it into a pocket on her sweatshirt. "No, she's not." I answered, glancing around for a shirt to pull on but failing to find anything worth reaching for. "You're welcome to come on in and wait, or leave a message." I offered and attempted to make my way back to my cereal. "Or is this something I can help with?" I asked, glancing back over my shoulder before picking up my bowl to finish eating. Slice smirked and blurted out "Oh, I'm sure you could help." Before turning to the side and grinning like an idiot. "Christ, this is awkward now." She admitted. I stared at her for a few seconds, already piecing together most of what was going on, but kept silently chewing my frosted flakes. Slice sighed heavily, and began "I heard through the grapevine that you're a gigolo." I stopped with the spoon halfway in my mouth and just stared. "Is gigolo the right word? I mean 'man-whore' just seems derogatory." I finished chewing and decided I may as well just roll with it. Slice wasn't ugly by any terms, and I'd be lying if I hadn't entertained thoughts of her naked the first time we met. "They're both right." I answered, lowering to the couch and patting the cushion next to me. Slice eyed me suspiciously and remained standing. I shrugged and went on. "So, I'm guessing you wanted to talk to Sammie about prices, scheduling, things of that nature. Right?" Slice's eyes got wider. "You mean you really are?" I nodded "Holy hell! I thought it was just some weird coincidence you both had the same name." "Nope." I told her. "Gigolo. Man-whore. Dick for hire. Sausage delivery specialist. Okay, I made that last one up." That made her crack a grin. "And I can answer any question you have, assuming you and Sammie are on good standings. People she doesn't like have to pay extra." Slice snorted "That's fucked up." I shrugged. "What about some kind of guarantee?" she asked, finally stepping closer to the couch were I was almost done with my Frosted Flakes. I raised an eyebrow at the question. "What? Like two orgasms or your money back?" Slice considered the idea, still approaching me, and then shrugged, waving her hand in a kinda-sorta gesture. By then Slice was just close enough for me to pull down to the couch and have her land nearly on top of me. "How about a free sample?" I asked with our faces inches apart. Slice blushed so bright it almost put her neon hair to shame, and after some obvious deliberating, nodded quickly. I pulled her the rest of the way on me so that she was straddling my lap. With her being so small, she was already pressing against my dick with her knees on the couch. I unzipped her sweater and quickly peeled it off along with her too-tight shirt, exposing her small chest and hard nipples to the open air and my hungry eyes. I also managed to reveal several tattoos, every one of them an homage to video games. I openly grinned when I saw the two NES Blaster's orange handles peeking out from above her belt loops. She leaned back on my hands as I leaned forward to take one of her tiny nipples between my lips, sucking and teasing it with my mouth. "Oh..." she cooed and I felt a slender hand snake into my hair. I flicked her nipple with my tongue while sucking more of her paper white skin into my mouth. When my teeth started pressing in, there were more encouraging "oohs" and "aahs" so I released the nipple and bit the other one. At the same time I had managed to work one hand into her ripped up jeans and was roughly squeezing her ass. When she started rocking her body against mine, I spun us around and laid her down longways on the couch and started tugging her shoes and jeans off, adding a few new rips along the way. "No panties?" I quipped as I saw her bald pink slit waiting for some attention. "I think you might've had a motive for coming here today." Slice grinned and tried to cover her distended and wet nipples with one arm and her already glistening pussy with the other. I let my eyes drag over her body, making mental notes of her tattoos: the metallic 'S' from Metroid on her right shoulder with arching electricity spreading out from it in every direction, the Triforce- complete with stylized wings- on her left forearm just below the inside of her elbow, Megaman charging his X-buster in various 2D forms leading down her right side, a line of ten small red hearts with three more under them, followed by a half-empty black outline and two empty outlines of a heart just over her left breast, and of course the aforementioned bright orange NES blasters on her pelvis with the barrels aiming squarely at her shaved box. I spread her legs with my hands and began a slow descent down her thigh, planting kisses along the way as she squirmed at the attention. I practically had to pry her hand away from her pussy when my lips had traveled that far. "You know I half expected there to be a duck tattooed down here." I joked before driving my tongue between her tiny lips. There was a stifled moan and her legs tried to slam shut around my head as I licked and sucked at her hole. I found myself thinking she tasted like unseasoned pork as I pushed her thighs back down with my hands and continued to assault her pussy with my tongue. I pulled my tongue up along her slit, dragging it through her rosy folds and swirling it around her hard little clit. I felt a hand slap against the back of my head as if to hold my mouth in place and heard Slice croon out "Aah... Jesus..." with a shaky voice. Encouraged, I continued wrapping my tongue around her cumbutton, drilling down on it with the tip of my tongue and repeating as her moans got louder and louder. Releasing one of her legs, I teased her wet pink entrance with my middle finger, smiling around a mouthful of pussy as she tried to wiggle her hips towards the invading digit. I felt her start to throb under my tongue, so I slid two fingers into her quickly, pulling an "Ohh... Holy shit!" from her as she started pushing her hips down at my hand. Slice was tight around my fingers, squeezing them together as she pulled my hair and rocked herself through an orgasm. I didn't give her much of a chance to recover as I kept my hand busy in her crotch and crawled up her body, letting my tongue trail along her belly and breasts. I stopped to kiss along her neck before sitting back a little and watching her writhe and moan. I pulled the waistband of my pajamas down and let my cock spring down. "Ready?" I asked as I teasingly slowly pulled my fingers out of her snatch. Slice looked down at my cock twitching just a centimeter away from her spit and lube smeared hole and blushed more, turning red all the way down her neck. "God, I hope so." She panted and threw her head back against the couch cushions. I pushed the head of my dick against her gash and felt the head almost go in before bending up and sliding across her clit, on the second try it popped in and we both moaned. Her pussy squeezed me like it was trying to keep me out, but her muscles pulled me deeper and deeper I went. I sat back on my knees and pulled her to me by her knees, pushing more of my rod up her cunt as I did. Slice's hands found mine as her back arched and a small scream leaked out of her mouth. I moved my hands down to her waist and started pushing and pulling her body back and forth, pumping her pussy up and down on my pole and making her series of Megaman tattoos seem to dance. Her tight passage was clamped down on my dick, protesting with a slurp of slick fluid each time I extracted most of the shaft. Slice's hands found their way to her right nipple and her clit, roughly massaging each as she moaned and howled for me to fuck her. I tightened my grip around her tiny waist and jerked her down with more urgency, thrusting up with my hips as much as I could. The head of my cock was hitting resistance each I time the base of my shaft was disappearing between her stretched open pussy lips. With a high pitched howl, Slice sprang up from the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs hooked over my legs. Still screaming, she started pumping her hips on me, forcing my cock into her quim with a slap of sweaty flesh echoing with each trust. I held her tightly around her shoulders, groaning at the sensation of her wet slickness engulfing me over and over. Her hips slowed as her screaming subsided, and Slice leaned back enough to look at me and I could hear small whimpers come from her with each breath as she pumped her pussy on me. "So... how long does this free trial last?" she murmured as I moved my hand down to her ass to aid in her rhythmic gyrations. I smiled and pecked her on the lips. "Until you reach the cream filling, of course." I answered with a smirk and I felt her insides clench up and another low moan crawled from her lips. Slice clung to me, sucking my lips between hers and moaning into my mouth as her hips started moving faster again. I could feel her pussy juice running down my pole and dripping off my balls, making a slick mess on her legs and mine as a thin sheen of sweat made us slick everywhere else. I fell backwards as Slice's pumping hips lost their rhythm and started wildly thrusting and grinding her hot cunt over my cock. My shoulders hit the arm of the couch and Slice followed me over, hardly missing an irregular beat as she continued to moan and mewl with my dick poking against her cervix. I could feel my buildup and squeezed Slice's thigh, groaning through clenched teeth as she ground herself down on me. "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck." I heard her chanting and felt her hands tighten on my shoulders. "Cum with me, Jason!" she shouted and slammed her ass down on me. "Please, cum with me!" she added and threw her head back with a shriek. Slice mauled her tiny tits and I gave up the struggle, letting my load loose inside her. She continued to bounce and grind on my dick as it twitched and spurted against her back wall, flooding her already too-tight pussy with hot sperm. She milked my cock until it was sore, laying herself across my chest and moving her hips while our mixed fluids squished out from inside her. Slice looked up at me with a sweaty dreamy face and said "I didn't even want to buy you for myself, but I think I might now." and moved to kiss me, causing my cock to pop out of her with a small flood of sex juice. Before I had a chance to ask who she had in mind, I head a car door slam outside and scrambled to get Slice off of me and upstairs with her clothes. I bounded up the stairs after her and just heard Gracie's voice before I got to the bathroom and shared a quick shower with my newest client. My New Sister Ch. 09 Sneaking out of the bathroom was easy enough, explaining to my mother why I was rude enough to leave a guest sitting alone in the house while I showered was another story. Slice- or Sybil, as I learned her first name was when I introduced her to my mother- stayed for dinner so she would have a chance to discuss business with Sammie and me in the privacy of my room. Throughout her time there, Slice barely put down the controller to my old Super Nintendo even as she talked about the possibilities of hiring me for a good time every now and again. I ran outside when she left, catching her at the sidewalk and continuing with her away from the house. "Listen, I have to ask about Connie." I told her and was instantly met with rolling eyes. "I just want her to know I wasn't paid for that night." That actually wasn't a lie, I refused to take the money Sammie tried to give me after that night. "Everything I said and did that night was me. It was real." We walked along in silence for a bit longer and I realized we were heading for a bus stop. "I could give you a ride home, you know?" I offered just before Slice plopped down on the metal bench and checked her watch. "Nah." She answered. "I paid for a bus pass, so I might as well use it." Slice leaned back and laced her fingers behind her head. "Besides, I'm not sure how Connie would react to seeing me get out of your car, especially as late as it already is." I frowned and I know she saw it. "Listen, she doesn't hate you." She explained. "She's scared okay? You're the first guy she's kissed in like... years. She wanted nothing more than bring you inside that night and let you do things to her that nobody's done since... well... you know." I nodded. "Yeah, I know." I sighed and watched my breath float away in the dark. "I don't care about her eye." I felt compelled to keep talking. "I mean it was a shock, but it's like... well that all it was; a shock. It was a big deal for all of about a second, and it's over." I looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot. "Are you gonna tell her you were with me today? I mean, the 'free sample' and all?" I asked, worried although I wasn't sure why. "She knew I was coming to see Sammie." She avoided the question like a pro. "If she asks, I won't lie to her, but she probably won't ask." Slice stood up when she saw her bus coming down the street. "Maybe I'll let her know what she's been missing for the past three months." She blurted out with more blush than she intended to show. She stood on her tippy-toes and pecked me on the lips. "See ya around, sausage delivery specialist." She told me before stomping up the steps to the bus. "That was fast." Sammie accused as I passed her on the stairs. When I didn't reply, she turned and came up them after me. "I hope she didn't drain you too much, I have something lined up for you tonight." I sighed and turned to stare at her. "With my face still busted up?" I asked, pointing at my eye. Sammie nodded. "Seriously? Wow, Sam, you have some desperate friends." I told her. She flipped me off but we were both smiling. It wasn't too hard to hammer out the details once we were in Sam's room, sifting through the girl's facebook page. It was a straightforward deal, her roommates weren't home, and she was horny. Sammie and headed out the door, quickly explaining we were going to get some icecream and slamming the door behind us before any more questions could be asked. "Her name's Lara." Sammie reminded me as she drove her car to her friend's apartment complex, "Her place will probably be a mess and smell like old incense." She went over a few other things before I told her I could handle whatever happened. When she pulled into a parking lot she grabbed my arm before I had the door open. "If you see a cat, do no touch it." Sammie warned. "Seriously, that thing is fucking evil." "Noted." I said and leaned across the seat for a quick kiss that turned into my step-sister and I rubbing tongues for several long seconds. By the time our lips separated, I was more than ready to get out of my pants. Sammie grinned and shoved me out of the car, shouting the apartment number after me. I climbed the stairs trying to adjust my jeans and boxers with each step. The apartment was easy to find, it was the one with heavy metal blasting so loud it shook the door. I beat on the door several times, wondering if there was even the slightest chance of Lara hearing me. Just as I was about to try again, the music snapped off and the door jerked open and a round face with huge dark eyes and chubby cheeks appeared in the oddly lit space beyond the doorway. Her hair was a tangled mess of dreadlocks with strips of bright red ribbon woven into them, and it hung down around her face like a mane. She wore a tight black tank top that wasn't doing much to contain her breasts and a short red plaid skirt that wasn't doing much to hide her ass. There were also red and black fuzzy legwarmers around the bottom of her legs and a matching set hanging off her elbows and over her hands. "Jason?" she asked, somewhat out of breath. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her bare stomach and I wondered what she had been doing. "That's me. I'm guessing you're La-" I was cut off as her hand shot out and drug me inside by my jacket. I nearly tripped over something, but Lara didn't even notice as she led me through her apartment. The odd light was coming from several black lights hanging around the living room, and I noticed a much larger one suspended from her bed room ceiling. She spun me around at the foot of her bed and shoved my coat off my shoulders before ripping my shirt up over my head. I barely had time to protest before she had my pants undone and all I got out was "Whoa!" as she pushed me back on the bed with enough force that I was still bouncing when she jerked my boots off and my pants and boxers soon after them. I looked around the room quickly as my dick sprung up without its cloth prison holding it down. Sammie was right, the room was a mess, and the bed smelled like sandalwood. Before I had a chance to register much else, Lara-still dressed- had crawled up on the bed over me and was already rubbing the tip of my pole up and down her extremely wet slit under her skirt. "Oooooo!" She moaned long and loud as she dropped her weight down on me, impaling her thick pussy lips on my cock. I reached my hands out to grab her hips, but she smacked them away and held my wrists tightly down on my own stomach as she started grinding down on me. In the weird light, her pinkish skin was stained dark brown, and her teeth were glowing. The furry things she wore were set ablaze with color that seemed to glow against everything else in the room. Lara's pussy was already gushing juice on my cock, and I could feel her tunnel twisting around me with each off-balance gyration of her hips. She was moaning like she'd be stabbed as she ground her cunt down harder, forcing the head of my cock to poke at her womb and me to groan through gritted teeth. She stopped for a breath and I could feel her pussy throbbing around me, slick liquid was running down my balls and smearing across my stomach. Before starting to ride me again, Lara whipped her top off, baring her swaying tits to me. She let me decide what do with my hands this time, placing her own on my abs and poking me with her nails as she started rocking and twisting her hips downward, filling her hot tube with meat and stirring it up. I went for her tits, squeezing and groping them; cherishing the weight of them in my palms and the hardness of her nipples on my skin. Pinching one of the erect little nubs granted me a growl of pleasure from her and I instantly felt her pussy squeeze me tighter. "Like that, huh?" I gasped and sharply tweaked her other nipple, turning her growl into a cry as she threw her head back, almost pulling her breasts away from my hands as she drove my dick deeper up inside her body. I sat up, holding her around the back and sucked one of her tits into my mouth, catching her nipple between my teeth and lashing it with tongue. I freed a hand and instantly assaulted the opposite breast with my fingers, tweaking and pinching while Lara held her head back and howled. I could feel her cunt seize up, trying to suck me back deeper into her, so I laid back, pulling her upper body with me so I could continue torturing her tits while thrusting up into her greasy little pussy. Lara's dreadlocks hung down over us, making a black and red cave inside her already dark bedroom. Her hand knotted in my hair and pulled, which only added to torsion on her nipple, making her screams rival those of whatever band she had blasting out over the neighborhood before I arrived. Lara's arms started shaking and her eyes clenched shut soon after, and I could feel even more sloppy fluid coming out of her pussy, coating my cock, balls, and legs in slickness. With a congratulatory grunt, I rolled us over and released her nipple from my mouth. Lara frowned and started to caress the obviously sore extremity, but was soon lost back to moans and cries as I started pounding my hips into hers. I grabbed her by the chest and held her down, mauling her tits as I forced my dick into her again and again. "Yeah! Fuck me!" she yelled. She grunted and groaned and thrust her hips in rhythm to mine. I felt her dig her heels into my back soon and I narrowed my eyes at her. "Fuck me!" she ordered and dug her nails into my wrists. In retaliation I twisted her nipples sharply towards each other and drove my cock deeper in her. She released one wrist to smack me in the face. "Fuck me, I said! Is that all you got?" she screeched. I let her boobs go and wrenched her ankles out from behind me. I held her legs vertical in front of me, still thrusting into her slick little box, and folded them back towards her head, lifting her ass off the mattress and boring my cock down into her. "Oh, fuck yes!" she hollered. I held her by the hips and drilled into her, sawing past her slit and deep into her closely trimmed pussy. Her screams had devolved into wordless stutters with the occasional "Fuck!" for good measure and her inner walls were pulling on my way out and squeezing on my way in, going crazy trying to keep up with the abuse my cock was giving them. I felt her nails dig into my hands and she yelled out "Fuckin hell, you're gonna make me co-" this time it was my turn to cut her off as my dick rubbed the right spot inside her and launched her into a quaking series of wordless shouts. I did my best to keep pace with her, but once her legs started bucking against my chest, I leaned back on my knees and let her keep fucking herself on my cock. Her spasming pussy was squeezing and teasing every ripple and vein in my dick and I was trying to tell her I was about to cum, my voice was lost behind her screams of ecstasy. I kept my dick inside her as long as I could- relishing the wet heat sliding all over my shaft- before I jerked away with a grunt and shot a rope of cum across the bottom of her slit. She pulled me back against her, pushing my dick up along her lips and across her clit as she kept humping me and I kept spurting all over her crotch and the inside of her too-short schoolgirl skirt. After we both caught our breath, Lara was slowly stroking my dripping dick where it rested on top of her mound. "You could've came in me." She pouted. "I'm on BC." Then she proceeded to roll off the bed and help me gather my clothes. "I'll remember that for next time." I told her before I dressed. She left me in her bed room as I put my clothes on and walked out to see her crouched in the floor in front of her laptop giggling and talking in a low voice. She looked over at me with a grin and sprang up, pushing me away from the computer and towards the door. "Here you go," she said plucking a stack of bills from a key holder next to the door, "four hundred, plus a tip." Lara pulled me close and pecked me on the cheek. "See ya cutie." She chirped and shoved me through the door, slamming it as soon as I was outside. Sammie was waiting in the parking lot looking at something on her phone. "Here." I said, handing her cut of the money to her as I plopped into the seat. "What are you looking at?" I asked when she didn't take the money. I craned my neck to see as she was reluctant to actually release her phone and let me get a closer look. I squinted into the small screen and instantly recognized Lara, talking about her first experience with a 'hookerman' even pausing and showing the camera her crotch, still splattered with my jizz when someone protested she was faking. "Jesus Christ." I spat. "How many times am I going to end up on the internet because of this shit?" Sammie glanced up from her phone for a second. "Relax, she never said your name and the camera never saw your face." She returned her attention to the phone while she spoke. "She does a live show every other night, usually just playing with herself, modeling, dancing; shit like that. I told her about you and she thought it would make a good show if she let everyone listen in on her first time paying for sex." Sammie typed something on her phone and shut down the video feed. "It worked. I mean she made over a grand off of the show tonight already." She explained to me and I suddenly felt silly with my $450. "Imagine what she'd bring in if she had the camera where it could see you two." I sighed and shoved the money in my pocket. "Can we please just go home?" I asked, feeling lied to and more used than usual after getting fucked for money. I shook it by the time we pulled up to a Baskin Robbins to complete the illusion that we actually did go out for icecream. I told myself I did my job and I enjoyed it immensely, so I shouldn't care how much Lara had raked in. The next morning, while Gracie and our parents were at church, Sammie and I prepared a quick breakfast and talked business at the table while we ate. "Any other girls that're willing to overlook a swollen face?" I asked, shoveling egg into my mouth. Sammie sipped her orange juice and thought. "Maybe two." She answered. "One's still deliberating the morality of paying for sex." She stopped to take a bite of toast with bacon laid across it. I looked at her with raised eyebrows while I chewed. She knew what I was asking but didn't answer until the food was almost gone. "The other," she spoke with a grin, "is sitting right in front of you." I smirked and pushed our plates back before grabbing Sammie and lifting her small body onto the table. Her skin was salty and soft under my lips as I kissed up her thigh, opening her robe to reveal the pale naked flesh underneath. I pushed her legs further apart with my face so I could get close enough to run my tongue between the folds of her bald slit. Sammie sighed and leaned back to give me more access, propping herself up on her arms so she could watch my mouth go to work on her pussy. As I worked my tongue between her pale pink lips, I was instantly reminded of Katie's description of my sister's pussy and smiled while I went on eating her out. She was tender between my lips and warm on my tongue, with her savory juices coating my mouth. I moved my tongue up to her clit, poking and stroking it to bring it out further from its hiding place inside her slit. Sammie moaned and I felt her shudder. Looking up at her I could see chill bumps racing up her body and her pierced nipples already pointing towards the ceiling. I ground my chin against her pussy as I continued to lick and lap at her hard little button, and ran my hands up her sides to slowly cup and stroke her breasts. Sammie shuddered more and I saw her eyes nearly close as she moaned between her teeth. When my fingers reached the tungsten rings through her nipples and gave a small tug her head flew back with a choked scream and I felt her twitch and throb under my tongue. Her knees hooked around the edge of the breakfast table and pulled her crotch against my mouth as she gasped for a breath. "Oh, God." I heard Sammie whimper before one of her hands left the table and found a new place on the back of my head, pressing my face into her gushing pussy as she pushed her hips in rhythm with my tongue lashing on her clit. I pulled her nipple rings up towards her face and twisted slightly, which made her roll her head back around, now screaming at the attention I was giving her body. I sucked and licked at her slit until the hand knotted in my hair relaxed and Sammie was laying flat on the wooden table with her other hand gently rubbing my wrist. I stood slowly, kissing my way up her stomach to her chest as I a rose. Stopping to pay extra attention to her obviously tender nipples with my mouth before continuing to her neck and then to trace the hard ridges of her ear with my lips. Sammie shuddered and giggled under me as I made my way around the few flat rings permanently implanted on the outsides of her ear, and I felt her legs rise up and wrap around me as I moved to kiss her, playing with the steel bar in her tongue and tracing the sharp ends of her modified smile. She managed to push the waistband of the track pants I had slipped on before breakfast down with her feet, forcing me to interrupt our kissing so I could laugh at her eagerness. She laughed herself, but added "Stop giggling and fuck me!" once my boxers were also out of the way. A few misplaced thrusts had us laughing again, but once I wedged the head of my cock between her glistening wet pussy lips we both decided moaning was more appropriate. We locked eyes for as long as we could as I pushed deeper, burying my manhood inside Sammie; as our hips met, her eyes closed and she shuddered out a "Ooooohh..." I was in no hurry as I slowly pulled away from her, feeling her inner walls squeeze me and try to keep from losing their filling of flesh. I watched her face as I pushed my dick back in; her lips parting to moan and her head tilting back against the table as her hips rose to meet mine. I ground my body against hers, spreading her tight passage around my shaft, forcing the head against her cervix, and feeling her nails digging into my back. It was an agonizingly slow wave of pleasure each time I pulled my cock from Sammie and reburied it, throbbing, inside her quivering pink tunnel. "You feel so damn good." I growled out just as I started to refill Sammie's cockpit. "I never want this to end." I added as she gasped and moaned with the feeling of my dick opening her womb. Her arms went from around my shoulders to around my neck and Sammie pulled me close for a long hard kiss while she rolled her pelvis up at me, bending my shaft to touch every part of her it could. Our kiss barely broke for breath we continued our slow sex; pressing our sweaty bodies against one another as liberal amounts of lubricant flowed from her box and coated my tool as it slid in and out of her, rocking her taut pale body back and forth on the kitchen table. Then came a sound from her, a mewling inside her throat, trapped behind our lips and tongues, as her pussy clinched around me and her hips rocked with a new urgency. I made a fist in her hair, pulling her head back and latching my mouth to her neck inches above where I had scarred her months before and driving my cock inside her with increasing fervor. Sammie's fingernails once again dug into my skin as her voice erupted into gasping screams and her slit sprayed my waist with girl cum. While her insides were still quaking, I dropped to my feet in front of the table, and pulled her to me, impaling her on my dick again. I held her roughly by her hips and rocked in and out of her, slapping her ass with my balls each time my cock bottomed out inside her. Sammie stared up at me with a scream frozen on her lips, and her hands found mine, squeezing my wrists almost as hard as her pussy squeezed my dick as her pert little tits bounced back and forth with each thrust. Her knees slapped against my side as the scream caught in her throat finally freed itself, and her cunt gave my stomach a fresh coat of orgasm juice. My New Sister Ch. 09 We stared in each others eyes while our skin, sweaty and slick as it was, slapped and pulled at each other, and her tunnel clinched around my cock. It was all I could stand and with a roar I slammed into my step-sister, flooding her womb with semen. A few more jerky thrusts and I stumbled back from the table, pulling my dick from Sammie with a juicy slurp following by a bubbling trickle of cum that pooled near her ass. I sank into a chair and looked at Sammie. Her glistening body heaved and twitched with tiny aftershocks of her orgasm, and she panted as her hands limply traveled over her nakedness, pausing for long seconds on her breasts and around her slit. She rolled herself over and raised her head to look at me with a grin. Blushing, she said "I will never get enough of that." I leaned forward and kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip and feeling her tongue trace my top one. "Good," I told her when our faces separated, "because I don't plan on ever not giving it to you."