4 comments/ 35887 views/ 32 favorites Step-Benifits #01: Thanksgiving By: alupine Thanks to 'idleardor' for helping to get this story edited. A black Hundai pulled down the street and parked next to a large white house. From out of the driver's seat stepped a young man with short black hair and wearing a UCSB hoodie. He walked to the trunk while A beautiful, tall, blond young woman stepped out of the passenger's side. She wore all white - a low cut blouse and a long skirt with black floral patterns. The young woman walked over to the driver who still stood in front of the trunk. "That's ok. I'll take it Brandon." "Courtney, don't worry about it," her brother said, as he picked up her one large bag. They walked past two cars in the driveway, a BMW SUV and an old Honda Civic. Brandon pulled out a key and opened the front door. "Mom should still be in the kitchen," he said. A large black man sat at the couch, watching a football game. He looked towards the door, stood up, and walked to Courtney and Brandon with a smile. He wore a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt. "Hello, Courtney?" He said with uncertainty. "Hi," she replied. "Happy Thanksgiving. I'm Eddie, your new Dad," he chuckled. She noticed he wasn't really looking her in the eye when he spoke, but several inches below her chin at her ample cleavage. Then he looked up at her face and his smile faded. "It's good to meet you," she said with a nod before pulling her blazer together to cover her chest. He was quite tall, Courtney noticed, with a thick mustache and short cropped hair. "Tara is in the kitchen." "Yeah. Brandon told me," she replied. "I'll just put your stuff in Ashley's room," her brother said as he walked upstairs. Courtney walked through the dining room, looking back at Eddie as she did so. He gave her a broad smile before she entered the next room. "Courtney!" her mother said happily, as she rubbed wet hands against her apron. They embraced firmly for a minute or so before her mother pushed her back. "Happy Thanksgiving." "You too," Courtney replied. "Let me look at you...," Tara said with a smile. "Hmm, college hasn't thinned you out any." "Mother I-" "You know I'm joking. You've had the same figure ever since senior year of high school." "No, I've gained weight since then," Courtney admitted. "I couldn't gain any when I was acting, but now-." "You look good." "Thanks, but you look amazing. How much weight have you lost?" "About 50 pounds." "Wow." "Yeah. Ever since your father and I split, I started dieting and exercising a lot. I met Eddie at Super Six Gym, you know?" "Yes mother, you told me." "It was right before I got laid off. I saw this sexy black man lifting weights and, lucky me, he was just my type." "Mom..." "Courtney, I know you don't approve, but Eddie's a really good man. I hope you can talk to him this weekend and get to know him and your step-brother. It's too bad Eddie's oldest son Sean isn't here too. He's visiting his mother." "I came here to see you, Mom." Courtney looked out the window framed over the kitchen sink. "I... I missed you, but I really didn't want to come because of... what you did to..." She looked back toward her mother, her lip quivering. "Courtney, it's not my fault I didn't..." Her mother sighed, just as her voice was raising higher. She appeared to be trying to calm down before she spoke again. "It's not like-" Courtney held up her hand to stop her mother. "Let's not talk about it. I just want to have a good Thanksgiving dinner with my mom, like old times." "Alright." Tara opened her arms and Courtney hugged her mother again. She felt good, and for a moment she had forgotten why she felt so sad. "Tara?" Courtney opened her eyes to see Eddie and a young black man standing next to him. "Sorry to break up the mother-daughter bonding, but I want to introduce Courtney to my son Sam." Sam had a muscular frame and looked about the same height as Courtney, maybe an inch shorter. His short sleeved, button-up shirt showed his muscular arms; the shirt was paired with a pair of baggy jeans. He was quite handsome. "Hello," he said with a smile. "It's great to see you again Sam, this is my daughter, Courtney," she said with a grin, presenting her daughter. "Hello," he said, holding out his hand to Courtney. "Hi," she shook it absently. "He doesn't live here?" she asked her mother. "Nah I live with my mom," Sam replied before Tara could answer. "But he's gonna be with us all weekend. Sam is doing great in school. He's first string on his football team," Eddie said proudly. Her brother Brandon came through the kitchen door. "I'm gonna go see my old room," Courtney said, looking to Brandon to indicate he should follow, as she walked towards the living room. "Feels good to have a big family," Eddie smiled at his son. "Glad your mother let you come Sam." Sam held out his hand to Tara. "Come here son," Tara said opening her arms. Sam hugged her, squeezing her gently in his arms. Courtney shook her head as she left the kitchen and walked past the dining table. She couldn't believe her mother was turning her back on her family for this new man and his sons. Her mom had only been divorced for a few months before she got remarried. "Hey, wait," her brother called from behind her. "Don't leave me alone with them," he said after the door to the kitchen closed behind him. Courtney sighed. It had been only a year since she'd been back to her room, but it felt like so long. Brandon pointed to an open door to the right just as Courtney was about to pass it. "Hey, we get this room," Brandon said, stepping into the doorway and lying down on the bottom bunk bed. It was a small room with a few boy band posters on the wall. "Huh?" Courtney asked as she followed behind him. "We sleep in Ashley and Teagan's room tonight since they're with Dad for this year. Eddie turned your room into a gym or something and my room is Sam's now." Brandon started messing with his phone. "I'm not spending the night. I'm going to my friend's place tonight, remember?" "Oh yeah. At least you won't be stuck here with me snoring then." "Ok," Courtney said, looking down. She was quiet, just staring at the floor. "Hey is everything alright? You missing all your Hollywood friends already? We can't all be soap stars." "Shut up," she said, slapping his shoulder. She sighed and sat down next to him on the bed. "You know I'm joking. I don't watch the shows, but I know Mom does. She has all her friends watching too." He paused. "So what was that deep sigh about? What's wrong?" "Nothing. I just miss old times. Our sisters aren't even here, and I'm not really ready to welcome this new family. The only reason why I came was because mother was so insistent. You know she wanted everyone here, but I don't know if Ashley and Teagan are ready to see Mom with another guy. Luckily the girls wanted to stay with Dad this year and Mom didn't really want to challenge them. I mean Dad would have been all alone for Thanksgiving. I feel so sad for dad. Mom got married so fast after they split. I just met Eddie, and he already gives me the creeps." "Really?" Brandon asked. "Yeah he was looking at me weird," Courtney said with a sigh. "I probably shouldn't say anything..," Brandon said. "What?" "I saw Eddie staring at your chest earlier." "I know... What a jerk. Ok so this guy is supposed to be my stepdad and he's checking out my boobs? Ew, I don't know what Mom sees in that guy." Brandon shrugged. "I still can't believe Mom cheated on Dad," she said with irritation. "I thought she was better than that. She still won't admit it." "I know..." Brandon said, laying his phone on the bed. "She seems happy though. I don't think Dad and her were getting along very well at the end." "But still, why did she..." she stopped and shook her head. "She wants me to get to know her new family, but I don't know. It was hard for me to even come see her this time." "You weren't at the wedding." "I know. How did you do it?" "It was... awkward," he said slowly. "The first time I met Eddie was on their wedding day." They heard the sound of footsteps down the hall and stopped talking. Tara appeared at the door with a wan smile. "Hi kids," she said. "How about you come downstairs?" "I just wanted to see my old room, but Brandon told me Eddie made it into a gym?" Courtney said with a frown. "Yeah, Eddie and I talked about it, and since you are out acting and going to college in California, we decided we could put in a really nice work out system. Don't worry, I kept all of your stuff in boxes in the attic." Courtney pouted. "Oh there will be plenty of time for you to go through them tomorrow if you want. Why you don't at least come into the kitchen to help me out." "Tomorrow? I'm not staying, I'm going to spend the night with Jessica," Courtney replied. "Oh honey, you have to stay. I haven't seen you in so long, and I wanted to make breakfast for you both. You're favorite, pigs in a blanket." "I already promised Jess." "And I have to leave early tomorrow to pick up Brianna from the black Friday sale," Brandon replied. "Well, I guess I get to sleep in," their mother said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Brandon, you want to come down and watch the game with the guys?" "Yeah. In a little bit." "Ok." She smiled. "It's good having my babies back in the house." She left, walking back down the stairs. When her footsteps faded away Brandon was the first to talk. "So you're abandoning me here with Mrs. Scott?" Courtney frowned. "That's Mom's-" Brandon began. "Oh yeah. I forgot that was their last name. It sounds too much like a first name." "Yeah, it does. So are you coming down with me or am I going alone?" her brother said as he got up from the bed. "I'll go with you, but I'm gonna be in the kitchen with mom. You get stuck with the Scott family. Let's get this dinner over with," she said, standing with a forced laugh. They walked down the stairs together, giving each other a knowing nod as they parted ways. Courtney walked back into kitchen and her brother went to the couch to watch football with the Scott men. "Hey dear, can you help me?" Tara asked her daughter. "Sure." "Check the thermometer temp on the turkey. I think it needs another hour; it's a new recipe I'm trying out." Courtney set her purse on one of the kitchen chairs and opened the oven. She didn't talk much to her mom about other things. Tara did most of the talking as they prepared the meal for dinner. By the time they had finished, all the side dishes for the turkey were done. It was hard work that took about two hours. "Honey could you tell the boys to come to the table?" her mother asked as they carried out the last of the dishes to the dining room. Courtney walked to the living room. All the men were watching and drinking beers. Brandon was sitting on the end of the couch, typing on his phone. "Dinner's ready," she said. "Smells great," Eddie said. "Just a second till the commercial." "Alright," she sighed, walking back. Brandon got up and walked towards the table. "So rude," she whispered to him as he sat. Tara and Courtney sat down as well. It was about five minutes until the commercial came. Tara went to the kitchen and got the bread out of the oven. When everyone was finally seated, Eddie smiled. "It looks great baby." "Thanks sugar," she said with a grin, putting her hand on his shoulder. They sat around the table with Eddie at the head. Sam and Courtney sat across from each other and so did Brandon and Tara. "It's too bad your sisters couldn't come," Tara said. "Well someone should stay with dad," Courtney replied. "Oh I almost forgot!" Tara said, pushing her chair back as she stood up. "What is it?" Eddie asked. Tara didn't respond, she just disappeared into the kitchen. When she returned she was smiling with a bottle of wine and several glasses in her hands. "Could you dear?" she asked, handing the bottle to Eddie. He opened it with the cork screw and filled his glass and proceeded to fill the others, but Courtney declined. "No thanks." "Come on honey. Why don't you loosen up?" Eddie said. "No, that's ok," she said with a wave of her hand. "More for me," Eddie said with a shrug. The table was quiet except for the sound of people eating or an occasional comment on how the food was good. Sam finally broke the ice. "So Dad, you never told me how you and Tara met." Eddie and Tara smiled. Tara took a drink from her glass. "Well it wasn't that long ago th-" Eddie started. "Wait let me tell it," Tara interrupted. "No. It's my turn for once," he said with a chuckle. "I was just minding my own business at that Super Six Gym over by George Avenue doing the bench-press." "Leg machine," Tara said. "Woman, who's tellin' this story?" he countered. "Sorry." Tara smiled. "Shit," he said, laughing. "As I was saying, I was bench-pressing, and then BLAM, this big ass was right in front of me." Courtney could see her mother smiling, getting a little red. "I swear I'd never seen such a nice ass on a white woman," Eddie said with a laughed. Courtney looked down, trying to ignore her stepdad's words. She felt so uncomfortable about how he referred to her mother. "And when she stood up and turned around, face wasn't that bad either," he said. Tara slapped him playfully on his hand. He laughed and they kissed. Courtney looked away, glancing at Sam. Her eyes locked with his for a second. He had a small smirk on his face that annoyed her. "So I asked her out, and after she played hard to get for a week, we started dating," Eddie said simply. He finished his statement with a big spoonful of mashed potatoes and gravy. Courtney reached for the wine. It was a bit out of her reach, so Eddie grabbed it. "Let me," he said. She held her glass out while he filled it halfway. "Fill it all the way," she said. "I thought you didn't want any," he countered. "I can handle it," she retorted. "I'm sure you can." Eddie smiled, as he drained the rest of the wine into her glass. "Looks like we're out, is there anymore babe?" "I'll get it," Tara said. "No, that's ok. I'll get it," Sam replied. "Thanks Sam," she said, laying a hand on his arm. "Get any of the red wines above the refrigerator." "No problem," he said. Sam left for the kitchen and Courtney took a big sip of wine. Eddie winked at her. There was something about how he acted around her that made her mad. Courtney took another long sip. "Good wine, isn't it?" Tara asked. "Yeah," Courtney said lazily. "So Courtney is it tough to act and still make time for school?" Eddie asked. As Courtney finished the food she was eating, Sam sat down with another bottle of wine. "Yeah, I'm actually taking a break from acting for a semester so I can catch up. I was lucky the producers let me," she explained. "Where you going to school?" Sam asked. "Upton State U," she replied. "That's where my brother went." She nodded silently and put another spoonful of tart cranberry sauce into her mouth. "My oldest, Sean, was on the basketball team there for a while," Eddie said. "I was sure he was going to go pro." "He never was," Sam chuckled. "He could have made it," his father replied. Sam shrugged. "Excuse me," Courtney said, standing up and taking her unfinished meal to the kitchen. She put the plate in the sink and her glass of wine on the kitchen table. With a sigh, she opened her purse that hung off of one of the chairs, and pulled out a package of cigarettes. She tapped them quickly against her hand and pulled out the last two from the pack before slipping them into her blouse. She put the empty pack back and grabbed her lighter, placing it in her cleavage as well. Then, with her glass in hand, she turned around just as her mother entered the kitchen. Courtney took a quick breath, scared that she was caught. Her mother had never approved of her smoking in high school, and Tara didn't know she had started up again in college. "Is everything ok?" her mother asked. "Yeah, I was just going outside to get a little air, it's a bit warm in here." "It's so cold outside. Do you want to borrow a bigger coat I have one u-" "No, that's ok. I like the cold air," she said, waving Tara away as she opened the side door and stepped outside. The sky was dark and the stars were just beginning to be seen above. There was a small set of patio furniture on the other side of the yard underneath a wooden pergola on a concrete slab. Courtney smiled softly as she looked at the treehouse up in the eaves of a large tree. She pulled one of the cigarettes from between her breasts and put it between her lips. Then she set the glass of wine down on the table and after clearing some leaves off the chair, she sat down. As she flipped the lid on the lighter she heard the side door open. In nervousness, she pulled the cigarette from her mouth and it rolled onto the concrete slab. "Courtney?" she heard her brother say. "Over here." "Hey, you ok?" Brandon said. "Yeah, I just wanted to get of there for a while." She shivered. "You want any company?" "Not unless you want to smoke," Courtney smiled, grabbing the cigarette off the ground and blowing the dirt off. "Don't let Mom catch you out here." "Could you distract her for a bit? I want to finish the whole thing." "Ok. I'll tell her you're talking to your boyfriend on your cell or something." She nodded in agreement. "I'm gonna finish watching the game, ok? Just let me know when you want to leave." "Hey, aren't you gonna stop drinking soon?" she asked, looking at the beer in his hand. His face was starting to turn red. "This is my last one," he said. "It better be, I can't drive your stupid stick shift car, remember." "Yeah, yeah." And with that he went back inside. Courtney put the cigarette between her lips, lit it, and took a breath of the burning tobacco. She exhaled, blowing the smoke off to the side. She looked at the full glass of wine on the table. She had already drank a full glass, and was beginning to feel the effects. She took another sip and watched the thin lines of dark liquid run down the sides of the glass, back to the bottom. She pushed the thoughts of her mother and step family out of her mind and tried to focus on the cold, clear night and the warm smoke in her hand. She took another drag from the cigarette and let the smoke exhaust from her nose. The back yard really hadn't changed much since she'd left, but the inside was much different. Pictures of Eddie and Tara dressed the walls, along with pictures of Eddie's sons. She didn't want to see her room anymore. It would be better to keep it the way it was in her mind. She didn't go as far as her youngest sister, painting the walls pink along with matching bed sheets and vanity, but she took pride in how organized her room had been. Her desk and closet were always neat and had a certain style she took pride in. She took a deep lungful of smoke and puffed it between pursed lips, creating a small jetstream of smoke in front of her that entered her wineglass. When she lifted the glass it appeared as if the white smoke hovered above the dark red wine like fog. She blew again, driving the smoke out and then took another sip. She enjoyed the pairing of wine and cigarettes, despite the fact that most of her college friends didn't smoke and preferred shots or appletinis to a good bottle of wine. Her first boyfriend in college was really into wines. She developed quite a taste for wine because of him. She took another drag from the burning cigarette and blew the smoke out quickly, hiding the burning cigarette behind her dress as she heard the door slide open. Step-Benifits #01: Thanksgiving She held her breath until she saw Sam come from around the corner. "Oh hey, I didn't know anyone was out here." "Just me," Courtney nodded. She noticed he also held a glass of wine, but he had a bottle in the other hand. "I wanted to get some fresh air, it's too warm in there," he said, setting down the bottle. She nodded again, hiding the cigarette with her hand. As she looked up at him, she couldn't help but notice how muscular his biceps were. "Hey... could I bum a smoke?" he asked. "Oh you saw that huh? Uh..." She looked down between her breasts where her other cigarette was hidden, and then back up. "Last one," she said, holding up her hand with the lit cigarette. "That's ok, can I get a drag?" "Alright," she replied, holding the cigarette out for him. Sam drained his glass and set it next to the bottle.\ "Just don't tell my dad, he doesn't know I smoke," he said. "No problem." As she drank from her own glass, she noticed how his thick lips wrapped around the cigarette as he smoked. "How old are you?" "Eighteen." Courtney raised her eyebrows. He looked older than that, she thought with shock. As he sat down in the chair near her, she admitted to herself that he was actually very attractive. "You in college yet?" "Nope, but this is my last year in high school." He gave about three puffs before he handed the cigarette back. "Thanks," she said as he sat down next to her and picked up his glass, pouring some more wine. "Want any?" he asked, holding the bottle up. "No thanks," she said after another sip. "What's your major at USU?" "Chemistry," she said, puffing out another smoke. "Really? I thought it would be drama or something since your mom said you've been on TV some." "She told you about that?" "Yeah. That soap opera, right? How is it?" He lifted his eyebrows and held out his hand towards her cigarette. "Thanks," he said when she handed it over. "It's hard to go to school and still do episodes." "Shit," Sam puffed from between his lips. "I heard its tough work on those shows. Five days straight, and take after take. No offense, but it sounds fuckin' boring to me." "No," she said, taking the cigarette back. "It's actually very enlightening." She felt enraged at this kid judging her on something he'd never even seen. "You get to act with other people and really learn all the stuff behind the scenes too. Yeah it's not all glamor, but I like it." "Damn, sorry didn't mean to get you all mad," he said, taking a drink of the wine. "I'm not mad, I'm just tired of people commenting on things they don't understand." Courtney drained the rest of her wine and then took another puff from her cigarette. "Are you going to college?" she asked, getting a little curious as she puffed a circle of smoke between her lips. "I got accepted to Cal U." "And what's your major?" she asked in a subtly insulting tone. "Econ. I want to pick up banking." She nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Did you get a football scholarship?" she asked with a smirk. "Yes, actually. And I figure I could make some good money as an investment banker. My brother said you can really make it if you know the right people." He set his glass on his knee, holding it with his hand as he rotated to face her. As Courtney looked to the glass her eye was suddenly drawn to the area between his legs. She wondered if what they said about black guys was true, but his pants were too baggy to tell. When she looked back up, Sam was looking her straight in the eye. "Uhh..." she stammered. "So uh, when do you graduate, June?" Sam smiled broadly for a second, and then held out his hand. She offered the cigarette out to him. As he smoked she looked away, pushing her hair behind her ear, but her eyes were drawn back to his sexy lips puffing circles into the air. "June 20th." "That's cool," she nodded. She choked down the rest of the wine and put her glass on the table. "Could I have some more?" "Sure," Sam smiled. Courtney panted a bit as he passed the cigarette back to her. There was only a little left. She took another drag. After draining his wine glass, he poured them both new glasses and scooted closer to her. "Did you ever use that treehouse?" he said, standing up. "Huh?" Courtney said. "Oh yeah, our dad made that when we were little. Brandon and I... we used to sleep in there on summer nights. Mom would always come out and check up on us." Courtney started thinking about how she missed seeing her dad carve the turkey. She started to stand and then felt dizzy, so she grabbed Sam's arm for stability. "You ok?" Sam said, putting a hand to her shoulder. "I'm fine," she lied. "I'm just gonna go back inside." "Alright." She stumbled around the corner and then into the kitchen. She heard the dish washer rumble as she walked by her mother scrubbing the big turkey roasting platter. "Hi honey," Tara smiled. "Hey mom, where's Brandon?" "I think he's still in the living room." When she went to the living room, she saw her brother collapsed on the couch. Eddie was watching TV. She became angry when she saw a bottle of tequila with three shot glasses on the coffee table. "Hey," she said, pushing his shoulder. "Brandon, wake up." "I think he's out," Eddie said. "Was he drinking shots?" "Yeah, we were all betting shots on the game. Sam and him really got into it. I didn't know your brother was such a gambler." She sighed in disappointment and walked back to the kitchen, trying to keep her footing. Her mother was finishing washing a glass of wine, which she set on a rack to dry. "Mom, Brandon was supposed to drive me to my friends tonight, can you do it instead?" "I just finished another glass of wine dear, sorry." "Damnit," Courtney said under her breath. "It's ok dear, just sleep upstairs tonight, you can see your friend tomorrow." "You planned this didn't you Mom?" Courtney said drunkenly. "No, why would I do that?" she said innocently. "You wanted me to stay and get to know your new family and be and nice to them. But I don't like them mom. You can't make me!" she said loudly. Tara looked past Courtney. When Courtney turned around, she saw Sam standing there. Courtney felt a little embarrassed, but stormed out of the kitchen instead of saying anything else. She walked by Eddie and her brother towards the stairs. "Daddy might have to tuck you in later, sweetie," Eddie laughed. Courtney shuddered in disgust and went up the stairs. When she entered her sisters' room she closed the door, and collapsed on the bed in a heap. She wouldn't give her mom the satisfaction of apologizing. Sam was probably in on it too, getting her to drink with him until she wasn't even able to borrow her mother's car. Sam acted nice to her, but did he really have ulterior motives? She missed her mother and father together. Why did her mother have to cheat on him? Tara seemed so selfish, just thinking about her own pleasure. Courtney drifted off to sleep, her anger fading into her dreamless slumber. She woke an hour or so after midnight, feeling very warm. She heard the heating system on, and she was sweating in the small room even though she was laying on the covers. She took off her small coat and tossed it to the floor. She heard her brother cough and then roll over in the bed beneath her. "Are you awake?" she asked. "Huh?" he mumbled. She looked over the side to see her brother laying on the bed in only boxers, the sheet at his side. I didn't even hear him come in. I must have been really drunk. "Hey, why's it so hot?" she asked. Brandon took a second to answer, he was clearly half asleep. "Mom put's the heater high at night," he said softly, his eyes not even opening as he spoke. Courtney laid her head back down on the pillow and tried to sleep. Soon her brother was snoring. Still feeling as if she was sweating, she pulled off her skirt and blouse, revealing her slightly sweaty alabaster skin only covered in a matching set of a white lacy bra and panties. She tossed and turned for nearly ten minutes trying to get back to sleep, but she couldn't ignore the dry feeling in her mouth. She sat up on the side of the bed with a slight headache. I need a drink of water, and maybe a smoke. She stepped gingerly down the ladder on the bed and checked her bra for her last cigarette and lighter. Then she picked up Brandon's dress shirt and slipped it over her head as she stepped out the door. After quietly walking down the hall, she tiptoed downstairs. Her bare feet pressed against the wooden stairs, squeaking the floorboards. For a moment she felt like a little kid again, sneaking downstairs to the cookie jar. It was very dark downstairs, but Courtney saw a little moonlight from the window as soon as she opened the kitchen door. The refrigerator bathed Courtney in light while she looked for something to quench her thirst. She leaned over, her head dipping inside the refrigerator as she looked through a few sodas, milk, and some orange juice. When she went to grab the jug of orange juice she felt a tap on her butt. She yelped in fright, lifting her head so fast she hit it on the shelf of the shelf of milk above. She tried to turn around, but someone with large hands held her waist. "Who is that?" She could only feel the person pushing the small of her back, her ass sticking out again as her head went back into the refrigerator. "Fuck, what are you doing?" she asked, trying to turn her head around. "Eddie? Eddie please don't do this." "It's not Eddie. Stay right there girl," she heard him chuckle. "Uh...Sam?" she said, her heart racing. "That's right," he replied. "What are you doing?" She asked again, struggling to look behind. He held her firmly, not allowing her to move. "You're hurting me," she lied, trying to get him to at least release his grip so she could get away from him. She heard him laugh again as she felt his knee push her legs open. A hand pressed between her legs, rubbing against her plump pussy lips. "Stop it," she said, trying to raise her head, but she only hit the refrigerator shelf again. He only had one hand pressed on her waist now. She could probably get free, she thought, but for some reason she didn't struggle. She actually stopped moving for a second, but then she shook her hips as he continued to rub, now going across her clit as she began to feel weak in her legs. "Come on Sam you can't," she said. Suddenly she felt her panties get pulled to the side. "Wait...wait!" "Shit, you're already wet," he laughed. Sam was right; Courtney could feel her moist lips become slippery as his hand rubbed her juices up and down her pussy. "You can't... uh... oh," she moaned as his hand pressed against her clit again, pushing her gently forward. "Yeah, that feels good, huh girl?" he asked. "Damn this pussy looks good enough to eat," he said. Suddenly she felt his tongue lick across her cleanly waxed pussy lips. "Oh, god," she moaned. "You want me to stop girl?" She was silent as he began licking with more intensity. His tongue wagged across her pussy lips, almost like small lashes with his tongue. She moaned again in pleasure as his hot tongue rubbed across her clit. Then it stopped. She didn't feel his warm face pressed against her anymore. "Should I stop?" he asked again. "No, don't stop," she said with only a second of hesitation. His warm face returned, pressed against her snatch. She could feel his light stubble rubbing softly on her pussy lips as he licked across her clit. "Oh...yes," she said, in between her moans of pleasure. His tongue ran in a circle around her clit, driving her wild and causing her pussy to drip into his mouth. "Mmm babe, you taste so fuckin' good." Then she felt his tongue actually enter her. She was surprised how deep he felt inside her tight crevice. "Now you're ready girl," he said gruffly, as he pulled her backwards and flipped her whole body around from the refrigerator to the kitchen table so her chest was pressed against it. The container of napkins fell over on the chair, and the napkins spilled onto the floor. Courtney moaned weakly, feeling like a rag doll as his strong body moved her with ease. Then she briefly felt the head of his dick press against her wet pussy lips until... "Oh fuck, wait Sam!" She said his name in a high tone as his black meat slowly slid in her tight white slot. "Uh! Oh, ow.., god," she wined, as he pulled his hips back slowly. "Fuck, I've been waiting to do that since I saw this sexy ass," he chuckled. She was startled by the hard slap to her backside to emphasize his point. "Oh!" she cried as he buried his dick deep inside her again, her pussy covering his cock with thick white cream as he ground into her. His dick felt big and hot inside her. She could feel an orgasm mounting, and as it rose like the crest of an ocean wave her breathing quickened and her moans became even louder. Courtney felt her pussy throb as his cock fucked it so well. When she reached her climax she began to scream in absolute pleasure, but Sam covered her mouth. Her legs moved back and forth involuntarily as her knees bent and extended, her entire body gyrating. She had never come this fast before. "Oh my god," she moaned when he removed his hand. "Damn girl, you're so fucking tight," Sam swore between clenched teeth. "But you can't be so loud. You'll wake up our parents." "Oh fuck," she said, the pleasure from between her legs still echoing through her body. Sam pulled his dick free from her dripping snatch, and turned her around. "Come on girl, get on the ground." "Uh?" Courtney said dubiously as she got onto her knees in front of her black stepbrother. "Nah, lay back," he said. "It's dirty," she protested. "Well..." Sam ripped open the shirt she was wearing, tearing the buttons off in the process. "Wait!" she said. Sam lay the shirt on the floor behind her and pushed her down onto it with a grunt. "Damn look at these huge tits," Sam exclaimed, grabbing her breasts over her bra. "Take this fucking thing off," he said, pushing the underwire cups down. Her cigarette and lighter fell to the ground. "So you did have another one?" he asked. "Oh I..." He chuckled and grabbed her chest. "Fuckin' big tits," he said. "Ahh..." she moaned as she arched her back to release the clasp for the bra. Sam pulled off the bra and threw it to the side. Courtney sighed, her heavy breasts free, and her hard nipples at the ready. "Let's go again," he said as he lifted her knees, spreading her legs wide. "Sam we...," she gasped as he pressed his big dick into her pussy, slowly expanding her love canal. "Uh," she moaned. "Fuck," Sam growled. "Oh my god," she exclaimed as she felt as if even more of him entered her. She felt stretched like never before as his pubes pressed against her smooth skin. His cock felt so amazing inside of her, and as he stroked his dick back and forth she began to moan softly. "Oh yes... oh my..." Sam began to breathe quickly as he began pumping Courtney faster. She would moan loudly with each pump of his big cock. Opening her eyes, she saw how the light from the refrigerator hit his chiseled muscular abs and the trail of hair leading down to his big dick that pounded into her pussy relentlessly... "Ah, fuck," Sam said with a grimace. "Pussy's too good." "Oh... uh," Courtney moaned. She felt another orgasm edging closer, then Sam pulled his dick out and slapped the tip up and down on her clit. "Uh, don't stop," she whined. "Ride me," he said, as he laid down on the tile floor. Courtney breathed in, sitting up and looking down at Sam's body. His muscles were glistening with sweat and his wide chest rose and fell slowly as she straddled him. It was hard to imagine he was only a high school senior. "No the other way, I want to see that ass." "What? No..." Courtney blushed. "Come on girl, turn around, let me see that beautiful white ass," he grinned. She hesitated and then rotated. Crouched over his legs, she looked down to his cockhead. "Sit on it," he ordered. Sam held his cock up to her pussy as she impaled herself on the head of his cock. Her nose scrunched up and she moaned in pleasure. She swore as his dick went deeper inside her pulsing slit. "Nice," Sam said with a slap to her apple shaped bottom. Her hands went down for support as she slowly bobbed her hips up and down over his dick. "Fuck. Oh yeah girl, ride that dick good," he said. She could feel his hands on her butt, squeezing as she went up and down on his cock. The change in rhythm had slowed the approach of her next orgasm, but now his dick was hitting a place in her pussy that was making it even more sensitive. She was groaning as his dick penetrated deeper inside of her than before. "Damn girl, you like that black dick huh?" "Oh!" she cried, as he suddenly thrust up into her, his balls bouncing up against her as he did so. "Shut up bitch, you're gonna wake our parents," he warned. Her hips felt weak as she continued and she began to sweat. "Lean back," he suggested. She followed his instructions putting her hands back to support herself. Sam continued to thrust into his stepsister, his balls bouncing as he did so, and her juices dripping all over them. Then he pulled her legs back behind her knees and began to fuck her furiously. "Yes, right—," she cried, right as Sam covered her mouth. She moaned loudly into his hand. The amazing feeling in her pussy kept growing. His cock seemed to hit just the right spot as it burrowed into her tight cunt. "Yeah girl, squeeze that dick," Sam growled. He slowed and then held her hips as he ground his cock into her. "MMmmm," she said with a sigh, biting her lower lip. "Fuck..., I gotta get on top again," he said tapping her to indicate they should switch places. She rose, his cock flopping out of her pussy and bouncing back and forth, so very hard and big. "Lay down girl," he said. She complied, pulling the dress shirt under her butt as she sat down. After lining his hips up with hers he grabbed his cock and guided it into her slick opening. "Uh," she moaned. "Fuck," Sam growled. "Oh my god," she exclaimed as it felt as if he was harder, bigger than before, and so hot. His dick felt so big inside her and she could feel her face becoming flush. "Oh yes... oh my..." she moaned. Sam began pumping into Courtney quickly again, driving back and forth into her tight white pussy. Courtney reached up and held the back of Sam's neck, a deep ache in her loins stirring. She could feel another orgasm coming, but this one was different, more heated, and stronger. "Kiss me," she panted. Sam tilted his head down to her lips, his dick not slowing, as he kissed her deeply. His tongue pressed far into her mouth and she felt that ache grow into a sexual explosion as a huge sensation overcame her. Here entire pussy quaked and throbbed over Sam's dick as the biggest orgasm she had ever felt rocked her entire body. Her lips parted from his as she suddenly gasped. "Oh, oh oh—" Sam covered Courtney's mouth, silencing her as her moans got louder. "Goddamn, bitch you're fucking squeezing too hard. Gonna make me cum," he swore. "Oh my god," Courtney moaned, as she turned her head. She was still cumming, her pussy contracting over Sam's big dick. "Oh shit girl, you got it, here it fucking comes," he said, his dick pressing even harder into her, as she felt the first burst of his baby batter, splurt deep inside of her. It was so warm and full. "Wait not inside!" she cried. "Fuckin' take it all," he said, exploding again into her still quivering pussy, with every pump of his big black cock. He continued for what seemed like a whole minute, each burst of semen, shot deep into her as he held her hips fast. Step-Benifits #01: Thanksgiving His thrusts slowed and Courtney panted as Sam slowly pulled his dick free. The big dick flopped out, a bit of cum oozing from his urethra. She felt full from his massive load inside of her pussy. The step-siblings looked at each other silently for a few seconds, panting, and catching their breath. "How about that cig now?" Sam said. He grabbed it from the tile floor and lit it with the lighter. He exhaled a thick plume of smoke before handing the cigarette to Courtney. She looked at it with a sigh, before taking a long drag. "Mom would be pissed if she knew we were smoking in here," she said. Sam laughed as she handed it back. "What?" "That's what she would be pissed about?" He took a few long drags and handed the cigarette back as he stood up. She didn't reply, she just stood. The cum began to slide down her leg. She set the cigarette down on the granite countertop and grabbed a kitchen towel. "Shit, it's oozing out," she swore. She held the turkey pattern towel up to her pussy, catching as much of the cum as she could. Sam picked up the cig again and took a few puffs while Courtney picked up her bra and her brother's shirt. "Fuck its late. I'm beat," he said, grabbing his pants from the floor. He didn't look at Courtney as he left, he just set the cigarette on the counter and walked out the kitchen door. Courtney swore as she straightened her panties over her pussy and put on her bra. She cleaned up the kitchen, picking up the napkins and straightening out the table before she closed the refrigerator door. She got a drink of orange juice from the refrigerator, then she took Brandon's shirt and the kitchen towel (stained with cum and pussy juice) to the wash, dropping it in with some soap. She started it and tried to walk quietly up the squeaky stairs. When she went to the bath room, she peed over the toilet for about five minutes trying to get out all of Sam's semen. I should go to bed. If I try to take a shower I might wake someone up. She opened the bedroom door slowly and, walking around her snoring brother, got back into bed. She felt so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open for very long. As she fell asleep she could still feel some of her stepbrother's cum dripping between her legs.