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By Manny Peddy
Our narrator’s wild weekend with his step-sister concludes.
I woke up hungry. I checked and Maddie was still asleep. I did a little replay of last night’s session and realized that she must have sucked my dick for at least a half-hour followed by ninety minutes of fucking. No wonder she was still out. I pulled on some gym shorts (no underwear, I felt like the king of the world) and went down to the dining room. I wasn’t there long when Maddie woke up (maybe with a little help) and got dressed (there may have been suggestions). I was sitting at the table, yawning, when she appeared in the door. She wore a black sports bra, gray sweatpants riding so low that there was a good four inches of skin visible between her belly button and the waistband (they rode low enough that there was no way she was wearing any panties; if I had run my finger along the elastic at the top of the pants, pretty sure I would have tickled my finger on her pubes), and her running shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a loose, messy ponytail.
“What do you want?” she asked.
I pretended to consider. “Two Egg McMuffins and a large Coke.”
“God, that’s nasty.” She stalked away and came back through wearing an unzipped hoodie. She disappeared through the kitchen, then I heard her car start. I stayed at the table, thinking about the day, until I heard the garage door open. Maddie put my Coke on the table and dropped the bag, then started to leave.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I unwrapped my breakfast.
She spun around. “To my room.”
I shrugged. “Why don’t you just wait there.” She stayed rooted to the spot as I ate and stared at her flat abdomen. Honestly, looking at those sweatpants looking like they were about to fall off was almost hotter than seeing her butt-naked. “Take your jacket off,” I said. “It’s not cold.” Maddie tossed away the hoodie and I could see her hard nipples poking through the spandex of her sports bra. I just stared at her until I finished eating, then said “Stay here” and went to brush my teeth. When I came back, Maddie was still in the same spot. I stood in front of her, looking her over, then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth down to mine.
It’s weird to have your first fuck before your first kiss, but still, when Maddie’s tongue slipped into my mouth, I just about exploded. While my right hand remained on the back of her head, my left grabbed her tit and began mauling it over her bra. After a few minutes, I worked my hand under the elastic and flipped it up. Her exposed nipple was right in the palm of my left hand. As I squeezed, she put her hands on my upper arms and started to push away, but I bit down lightly on her tongue and gave the smallest push. She stopped; her hands stayed on my arms and she continued to kiss me back.
I finally stepped back like a man coming up for air after a deep dive. Maddie’s mouth hung open and she was panting. My grip on her head had wrecked her ponytail and her hair hung messy and loose. Her sports bra was rolled up and her tits exposed. I grabbed the legs of her sweatpants and yanked. They dropped, exposing her bush to the air. I leaned forward and grabbed her left nipple in my mouth and began to suck as I cupped my left hand over her mons and began to rub. She moaned and began humping my hand as I slipped a finger inside her. I kept at it long enough for her to nut, then stepped back again.
“Your bedroom,” I said. As I dropped my gym shorts and went past her, Maddie kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her sweatpants and followed me upstairs. I hadn’t been in her room before. Posters of pop stars and female athletes hung on the walls. There was a nice Bluetooth speaker on the dresser and a four-poster bed with a lavender comforter. I pointed at the bed. “On all fours.” She peeled her bra over her head and obeyed. I got behind her and here was where height differential became a thing. Downstairs, my head had been at just the right level for sucking her tit, and pulling her head down to kiss was kinda neat, but now I realized that I was too short to doggystyle her. I was frustrated for a moment; there was Maddie’s beautiful wet coochie in front of me and I was literally coming up short. What I ended up doing was getting on my feet and kind of squatting behind her. It was hard to figure out the angle, but once I did, I found that I really had some leverage and I started jackhammering hard and fast. All I could feel was hot, wet, tight pussy around my dick. I fucked her so long that I heard her sobbing and whispering “Please. Please.” I had her sensitivity pushed high and I realized that she wasn’t going to be able to keep up this pace. I’m not a monster; I lowered her sensitivity so that instead of an orgasm every 8-10 minutes, Maddie climaxed every 15-20 minutes. Like last night, I had my endurance jacked up high. I raw-dogged her from the rear until suddenly a stab of pain shot through my calf. I tumbled back, landing on my ass behind her. As I massaged the cramp out of my right leg, I realized that my hips ached, too (note to self: don’t hold crouched or cramped positions too long), but I was better off than Maddie. Her arms had given out early and her head was down on the mattress. Her ass was still up high, but as I watched her knees began to slide out to the side until the triangle collapsed and she was face-down in a kind of frog position. Her twat gaped open and if I bent over I could see up inside her. I realized that I was really thirsty, so I got up and hobbled into the bathroom to get some water. I became aware of another area of discomfort; I didn’t want to nut too often and exhaust myself, but holding back my orgasm had given me a case of what I can only describe as atomic blue-balls. My nutsack felt like I’d been ball-tapped by Iron Man.
I cupped my hand under the faucet and drank until I had to come up for air, took a couple of deep breaths, then drank again. When my thirst was quenched, I went back to the bedroom. Maddie still lay face-down, her back heaving. I saw her sports bottle on the dresser and took it to the bathroom, where I filled it.
I rolled her over on her back and held the spout to her lips. She was so groggy it ran out of her mouth at first, but then she latched onto it and drank it dry. Bottle back on the dresser, I climbed onto the bed and rolled her onto her side, then lay down behind her. I put my hand between her thighs and lifted her top leg.
“Hold it up,” I said.
“Please,” Maddie whispered.
“Okay,” I said and slid myself down as Maddie grabbed her leg. I couldn’t really reach her pussy in spoon, so I shifted to where I was kind of at an angle and could get my dick in. Once I got going, it was great. I had a great view of the muscles of Maddie’s back and ass working as I pumped her. She was so exhausted I had to adjust her endocrine levels and release a little adrenaline. I really liked this position; the feel was completely different and really intense. We fucked for the rest of the morning, until my lower back cramped and Maddie flopped around like a rag doll (which she pretty much was at that point). I decided that my aching balls needed relief, so I pulled out and scooted my hips back. Fountains of cum erupted from my jizzstick and splattered on Maddie’s hip, back, and arm. One squirt actually hit her shoulder and left a rope of cum diagonally across her back. I nutted so hard the edges of my vision went black. I finally rolled onto my back, the last of my spooge trickling out of my peehole onto my thigh. I lay there until I could catch my breath, then looked over at Maddie. She had rolled onto her stomach and generous helpings of my nut butter gleamed on her ass, back, and left arm. She didn’t moving, but I could see her back rise and fall, so she was breathing. I finally pulled myself out of bed and left her there. It was a little past noon and I was starving.
I ordered pizza and used Craig’s credit card to pay. I grabbed my gym shorts off the dining room floor and pulled them on, then flopped down in the living room recliner. I must have dozed off, because the doorbell made me jump. I took the pizza from the delivery guy, put it on the table, and grabbed a paper plate. I was on my second slice when I realized Maddie was moving. In a few minutes she limped down the stairs, still buck naked. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked around, dazed.
“Have some pizza,” I said. “There’s water on the counter.” She stumbled across the floor and I heard the cracking of the water bottle’s seal, then the gulping sounds of her chugging down a one-liter bottle. She took a piece of pizza and headed for the stairs. “Come in here,” I said. “Let’s watch a movie.”
“What?” she said. “I don’t want to watch a movie.”
“But I do,” I said. “Come on. Sit on the couch.” The couch was leather, which made me snicker; all of the various fluids on Maddie were going to dry to it like glue. I got up to get more pizza and got my payback; I forgot that my gym shorts would stick to the end of my dick, which was pretty sensitive right then. I heard a squishing noise as Maddie sat down. I don’t know if it was my cum or her own juices lubing the sofa. I decided I wanted to watch an action movie. I just picked up the remote when Maddie stood up.
“I really have to pee,” she said, grimacing as she clenched her legs together.
“Sure,” I said. “Go ahead.” Like I said, I’m not a monster. I got an idea, and when she came back, I had the recliner kicked back. “Come here,” I said. I had her basically sit on my lap, then spread her legs and drape them over the arms of the chair, then lean back against my upper body. She was spreadeagled over the chair with me under her. The chair was supporting her, so I wasn’t uncomfortable. We couldn’t really fuck in this position, but I did work about half my dick into her snatch and just held it there while I squeezed her tits and tweaked her nipples as I watched about a hundred guys get mowed down by a man seeking revenge. I thought my revenge was better. It was mid-afternoon when the movie finished. I pushed Maddie up off of me and stood up. I was a little stiff; she looked rough.
“Come on,” I said and started for her bedroom.
“I can’t. I’m so tired.” Maddie’s eyes teared up, which almost caused me to nut then and there. Instead, I snapped my fingers and kept going. I heard her walking behind me and I grinned. At the door of her bedroom I stopped and looked. Her coverlet was stained with crusty patches and streaks of various fluids and ejaculates. “Wow,” I said, “you’re going to have to wash that before everybody gets home.” The reference to everybody coming home sent a spike of fear through her. I lay down on my back with my boner hard against my abdomen. “Here,” I said, “let’s make out for a while.”
Again, so weird, but Maddie crawling onto the bed with me and kissing me was almost hotter than fucking her. We crossed tongues for a bit as I went back to playing with her nipples, then I took her hand and put it on my dick so she could stroke it as we played tonsil hockey. I know I had already fucked her six ways from Friday, but there was something just so hot about lying there on the bed making out with my step-sister while she gave me a hand-job. It was almost like what regular kids do, except that we were both bareassed instead of groping around over our clothes and, oh yeah, I could make her do whatever I wanted.
I finally decided to move forward. I grabbed Maddie’s shoulders and pushed her away; our kiss broke with a wet ‘pop’ and she looked down at me kind of slack-jawed and dazed. “Go on,” I said. “You on top.” She closed her eyes for a second (I knew she was exhausted), then swung her leg over me. I grabbed the root of my cock and pointed it toward the ceiling; Maddie positioned herself over it and lowered her hips. Her snatch was as slippery as a waterslide and slid over my boner smooth as silk. She began to move, slowly rotating her ass. I didn’t mind; speed wasn’t important.
As Maddie humped me in cowgirl, sweat began to cover her. As the sun went down, the only light in the room was a lamp on her dresser. Her body glistened in the dim light and I could see drops trickling between her tits and onto her nipples. Sweat began to drip from her nose, chin, and nipples to fall on my face and chest. Her breathing was ragged and panting as I lay back spreadeagled and let her work. After some time, I grabbed her thighs. “Turn around.”
Maddie looked at me and blinked. She was tired and dick-drunk, so it took her a minute to react, but she slowly got turned around and sank onto my cock. The view was spectacular: her hair plastered to her back shining with sweat, the two little dimples just above her ass, and her round, muscular ass itself, as work of art to rival anything in a museum. I could also see the soles of her feet. I’d never really thought about feet before, but it was cool looking at Maddie’s.
My balls began to hurt; we’d been fucking a long time. I grabbed Maddie’s ass; she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. “Get off,” I croaked (I was tired myself). She dismounted with some difficulty and kneeled on the mattress. I grabbed my cum launcher and gave it about two strokes, then painted my belly and chest with my baby gravy. I mean, I didn’t think I was ever going to stop shooting. I finally petered out with two weak trickles and lay there, covered in my own ejaculate as Maddie stared at me, her mouth open.
“Wow,” I said, “that’s a mess.” I looked at her. “Go ahead.” I laced my fingers behind my head and watched as my step-sister lowered her head to my body and began to lick up my jizz. She started at my pubes, such as they were, and then moved up my torso. I felt her tongue lick my belly button and drag along my stomach. I heard slurping sounds as she sucked the pearly cum in to her mouth. She hesitated and I tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up. “Show me,” I said.
Maddie opened her lips and displayed a mouthful of my dick slop. I nodded and she swallowed, then I tapped her on the arm and dipped her head again. I almost jumped out of my skin when her rough tongue dragged across my nipples; I like it enough that I pushed a little thought into her head and shivered as she sucked first one, then the other little nub. She finished by licking along my collarbones, then showing me her collection before swallowing it again.
“Nice,” I said. She blinked twice and collapsed onto the bed. I did a quick systems check; she was not going to be waking up for a while. I was pretty exhausted myself, but I dragged myself out of bed to drink about half-gallon of water, then piss. The last drops of urine clung to my dick as I returned to Maddie’s room. I crawled onto the bed behind her, spent a few minutes admiring the crusty remains of my dried dick-juice on her back, then pulled the coverlet over both of us, and fell asleep.
I was pretty tired myself (fucking all day will do that), so I woke up late on Sunday morning, like nine-thirty late. Maddie and I were wrapped up in the blanket like a burrito; I was spooning her and my little soldier was at attention. I rubbed him along Maddie’s ass crack for a few minutes, then made him stand down. Everybody would be returning today, after all, and I wanted everything to look normal when they came in.
I threw back the cover and crawled over Maddie; she was so out of it that she didn’t stir. I went downstairs and ate a whole box of Pop-Tarts and drank another quart of water. After going to the bathroom again, I went back to Maddie’s room. I grabbed her shoulder and shook her, using a little power-bump to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered open and took a minute to focus, then went wide as she saw me standing there with my dick out.
“What do you want?” she moaned, rolling onto her back.
“Oh, nothing really,” I said, “but you’re going to have to do some laundry. Her eyes rolled toward me and opened wide in panic before she scrambled out of bed. She stood beside me, both of us totally commando. Her comforter looked like a work of abstract art: dark stains and splotches, long raggedy lines, even a small stain that I was pretty sure was the little bit of piss that had leaked out of my dick as I was going to sleep. “Wow,” I said, “that’s going to be hard to explain.”
Maddie licked her lips and looked at me, panic in her eyes. “I’ll tell them you made me.”
I shrugged. “Do you really think anybody will believe that I overpowered you?” I shook my head. “Clock’s ticking.”
Maddie looked around the room, then grabbed the coverlet, gathered it up in a ball, and ran down the stairs naked. I didn’t need to follow her; I just ‘watched’ as she hurried to the laundry room in the basement and stuffed the blanket into the washer. It was kinda hot and funny watching my naked stepsister trying to get the laundry going; it took her three tries because her hands were shaking. She stumbled back up the steps to her room. I sat on the mattress and watched her look around the room in a panic.
“You might want to light a candle,” I suggested. “It really stinks in here. Smells like pussy.” She looked at me; she was so angry that her fists curled before she took my advice and lit a candle. “Not bad,” I said. “Hey, why don’t we clean up?”
“What?” she said. “No, I-”
“Come on, the comforter’s in the laundry, the candle’s burning, and you’re pretty ripe. You gotta shower sometime. Let’s go.” I went into her bathroom; she followed behind me. I got the water running good and hot, then opened the shower door and stepped inside, motioning for her to follow. The shower was an all-glass enclosure and I realized that there was a big mirror on the opposite wall; you could watch yourself shower. I wondered why Craig designed it that way. I grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted a big glob onto my hand, then motioned for Maddie to turn around. She obeyed like a puppet on strings. I began rubbing my hands over her back, lathering the wash and cleaning off the caked-on sweat and jizz. She relaxed a little; I could tell that the hot water and my gentle rubbing soothed her, or at least it did until I moved lower. I started slowly rubbing and kneading the cheeks of her ass, then slipped my soapy hand into her crack. She tensed for a second, which felt great, then relaxed (didn’t want to get my hand stuck). I washed her ass, then got down behind her and began washing her legs. I felt her thighs and calves tremble under my hands, then worked my way to her feet. After I washed her feet, I stood up and turned her around by the shoulders. Her face and chest were flushed, a combination of the hot water and my hand-work. I squirted more body wash and began to work on her front. Did I make sure her boobs and nipples were very clean? Yes, I did. I ran my hands over her stomach, feeling the muscle underneath the skin, and then it was time to make sure her pussy was clean, inside and out. By the time I was through, she was leaning against the wall of the shower and gasping. When she got her breath back, I handed her the body wash. “Your turn,” I said.
Maddie started with my arms and shoulders, rubbing up a good lather, then moved to my chest. Her thumbs rubbed over my nipples, which still felt good, and she scrubbed my belly and pubes. My pecker came to attention as she washed it thoroughly, but I did not push her to do anything. When my front was finished, I turned around to let her do my back. The first part went fine, but as her hands got lower, I put my hands against the wall and spread my legs. Maddie hesitated, but she knew what I wanted. I turned my head and watched in the mirror as my stepsister scrubbed my asscrack. It felt really good when her fingers rubbed over my asshole. After she rinsed my ass, I turned around, my dick at full erection. Maddie stood with her hands at her sides as I tugged my tallywhacker and launched a good spray of my little swimmers across her lower belly and upper thighs. I’m a gentleman, so washed them off for her. I stepped out of the shower and let her dry me all over with a thick towel, then followed her to her bedroom. “When you’re dressed, why don’t you go get us some lunch?” I said.
Her eyes got wide. “What? I don’t have time-”
“Please, you haven’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday. Just throw on some clothes and go get us some burgers.” I went downstairs and parked myself in front of the TV. I heard her go through the kitchen into the garage, then her car start. She was back with a sack of burgers and fries in twenty minutes. I ate while I watched a movie; I let her eat in her room. When she went into the kitchen to throw away her trash, I got up and went to the door.
“Hey,” I said, “don’t forget to clean the sofa. You smeared a lot of juice on it yesterday. After that, why don’t you take a nap?” I could see that she was still exhausted and I didn’t want her looking like death warmed over when the family got back. She wiped down the couch in a blue panic, took my ‘advice’ and flopped down on her bed, out like a light. I finished my movie, took a short nap myself, then watched another movie. When it was over, I went to Maddie’s room and woke her up. She stumbled out of bed and down to the laundry. The newly clean and dry comforter was back on the bed just as Craig and Tami Lynn’s car pulled into the driveway. I could see how nervous Maddie was as the garage door closed; if I had said “Boo” I would’ve had to peel her off the ceiling.
“We’re back,” Craig announced. He deposited two suitcases on the living room floor. “You guys manage to not kill each other?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said, “we got along fine, right?”
Thank you, Eugene.
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