Focus 14

This story depicts familial interracial love, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.

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Delilah was late getting in tonight, a rare event in itself. Her father frequently pulled her leg about how few times she was out of the house on an evening, often adding that at her age it was a rare day when he wasn't at a party. He knew full well, and it had to be said secretly approved, that she was trying to focus on her studies and therefore rarely went to parties. Not that she wasn't invited as she had a sizeable group of friends that regularly checked in with each other and made sure to include her even though experience had taught them that she would normally refuse. She had an agenda and that end goal was not to be deviated from; it had been drummed into at a young age that hard work now would pay dividends career-wise later on.

Her birth mother had been all the proof she needed that if you wasted opportunities in your youth it would make the uphill climb of adult life even more trying. This had led Delilah to live with her father with infrequent visits to the shithole her mother now lived in; her mother really was her own worst enemy. Delilah's stepmother was more like her father, they had met while working together, and Delilah saw how much more compatible Monica and her father were. They had been a couple since Delilah was 8 and had set up in a very nice house along with Monica's son Robin, a similar age to Delilah albeit he attended a different school. Delilah felt for Robin as his father had died when the lad was still young, at least she could still visit her mother when she felt the need whereas Robin would never get the chance. Although the two would never be best friends, Delilah and Robin got on well for the sake of their parents and she was glad that her father had been the steadying hand Robin had needed at a crucial time. It probably helped having two children in the house of a similar age so that family time and trips out were easier to organise.

Delilah liked Robin, he was quiet but conscientious and always polite but then she could understand as it was a reflection of Monica's parenting which Delilah also appreciated as she was the perfect maternal influence for her stepdaughter too. Robin was more gregarious than his stepsister and yet he was able to knuckle down when there was a deadline to be met which resonated with his stepsister and made her appreciate what life had pitched her in compared to some of her friends who told horror stories of stepparents; those people in the group who didn't have a stepparent were very much a rarity.

Tonight would change everything though. Delilah crept into the house trying to be as quiet as possible, it wasn't shockingly late but she didn't want the gentle chiding from her father and as she approached the house, she could see the main bedroom light was off making her assume her father and stepmother had already retired to bed. As she walked past the living room, she could make out a glow from the television, obviously, the main light wasn't switched on. Curiosity got the better of her and Delilah peered further into the room to make sure it wasn't her father or stepmother in case she needed to remain quiet; she could make out the top of a head above the back of the sofa. She assumed it was Robin's from the blonde curly hair and part of her considered walking past the room and climbing the stairs.

There was another part of her that wanted to see what he was watching but she felt it an invasion of his privacy. 'What should I do?' she asked herself; craning her neck to see what was on the screen. A half step into the room brought the top half of the screen into her view and her breath caught in her throat. It was a movie playing on the screen, more specifically a porn movie. This alone was shocking enough but the female star was black, naked and very beautiful with large breasts topped off with piercings through her nipples. Her breasts were bouncing around rhythmically to a series of gasps and groans carrying to her ears, the sound obviously turned right down.

Now she knew Robin was under the same home internet search controls as her imposed by Monica which kind of made sense as to why he wasn't in his room on his laptop. Delilah also knew from the occasions Robin had friends around to watch a sports match that he had 'obtained' from rather dubious means one of those stick thingy's which meant the feed wasn't legal but as long as he invited her father to watch the match it was something that a blind eye was taken to, 'Did they know he could access porn on the same?' she wondered. She suspected not otherwise his mother would have taken a very dim view of the topic.

Delilah found herself rooted to the spot and yet couldn't look away from the graphic action taking place on the screen. Just at that moment the male star who was sitting below the black woman sat up to kiss her and that's when Delilah had a further shock as the man was pale white; a beautiful contrast with the female protagonist. She would have liked to stay watching longer but Robin fidgeted and that's when she got her third and final shock of the evening. He had his cock in his hand, working the fist up and down the length, obviously masturbating. As shocked as she was at seeing his dick out it was the thickness of the thing that had her head spinning. She had seen erect penis's before in textbooks but she was still a virgin and so had no baseline on which to compare a real one with one displayed in a dry book. This thing was beautiful and so thick.

She was going to get discovered at any second, or so she thought; Robin however was too fixated on the Lisa Tiffian movie in front of him to care so Delilah slowly and silently stepped back to the hallway, flattening herself against the wall while she got her breath back. 'What did I just witness?' she pondered, adding 'Why is what I saw affected me so much?' Ultimately, she pondered 'How often does he do this when everyone is tucked up in bed?' She deliberately pulled herself upright trying to be as quiet as she could, walked to the stairs and crabbed her way upstairs making sure to place her feet at the extreme edges of each step as she knew a couple of them creaked when you walked up the centre. Eventually, she made her way to her own room and as soon as the door was closed behind her, she leant her back against the wooden door; her heart still beating rapidly.

It was perhaps a good ten minutes before she stood upright once more and on some kind of autopilot got ready for bed; all the while replaying the scene from downstairs. Delilah lay in bed staring up at the ceiling willing herself to go to sleep but her mind kept recalling the sight of Robin's nicely dimensioned dick in his firm grasp. The more she considered that scene and the black porn star riding the white co-star, the more alert she got. She would eventually wander her hand down to her pussy and her fingers nonchalantly strummed away at her clitoris until she brought herself off; now sleep would overtake her.

Delilah was late rising in the morning and she was the last to leave the house which allowed her to continue replaying last night's scene. The shocking thing was that the memories were still making her pulse run which led to her nipples popping erect although she didn't register this fact until her arm brushed past one causing a series of electrical pulses to career around inside her. The entire day progressed for her but she was in some kind of trance and although a normal family evening meal transpired Delilah managed to remain quiet while the three others exchanged comments on quite a range of topics. She went to bed early claiming she 'Needed to revise for an upcoming test,' an excuse readily accepted by the others for its frequent occasion in the past.

Delilah did try to study but she was too distracted and she found herself still sitting at her desk as she heard her father and stepmother retire to their room. She had perhaps been staring at the same page of the book for twenty minutes or so before she heard one of the stairs creek, then another fainter still; someone was obviously descending the stairs, 'Was it Robin going downstairs?' she pondered. Ten minutes later curiosity got the better of her and she silently crept along the landing making sure to step on the edges and on reaching the living room was glad to see there was a faint glow as there was last night. 'Glad? Did I really just think that?' she questioned herself.

Slowly she peered around the door frame and found Robin was sitting in the same spot as yesterday. In what was now a well-practiced move Delilah took a half step to peer over him and found he was watching another porn movie while his fist was wrapped around his dick, working his hand up and down his length. The video was of a different actress, she was still black and looked a similar age as the one yesterday her breasts were significantly smaller but it was how prominent her dark black nipples appeared, sticking out considerably. Tonight, Delilah stayed longer until she could just make out a change in Robin's fisting, it seemed a bit more erratic than earlier and this was the point that Delilah stepped back and crept to her room once more.

On closing the door, she had to lean up against it to catch her breath again but tonight was different as her hand went straight inside her panties to work over her clit. She had masturbated regularly as she had what sounded from her friends as a normal sex drive but unlike them that dated guys Delilah didn't want to open that can of worms just in case the distraction would lead to her grades falling as some of her friends seemed to be experiencing. Unbeknown to her Robin was silently walking along the landing back to his room but he paused outside his stepsister's room and put his ear to the wood. He had secretly been fantasizing about his stepsister for some months now. Sure, he watched a fair amount of porn but just lately he found he came a lot quicker if the actress was black, he had seen some interracial porn with male black actors but the pairing of black women and white men had been the lion's share of his browsing of late. As he paused at her door Robin thought he heard something 'That was a gasp' Seconds later he confirmed 'Yes that's definitely a gasp. Is she masturbating in there?' He certainly hoped so 'I wonder what she fantasies about?'

On the opposite side of the door, Delilah was trying to be as quiet as she could but her mind kept conjuring the extended image of Robin fisting his erect dick which was all it took to tip her over the edge making her let out a deep guttural moan. This and heavy breathing that Robin could make out got him erect once more and he continued to his room chuckling slightly that his stepsister was masturbating as he had been just moments before. The difference between them was that Robin was not a virgin and although he attended some parties, he had been terribly unsuccessful with picking up girls of late; his attention had switched from pale blond girls that had proved so fruitful in the past to the more exotic moka skinned girls who were proving a harder nut to crack. Even those he did get past first base with sadly didn't measure up to how beautiful he considered his shy quiet stepsister.

The two continued their masturbatory antics for a couple of weeks before things came to a head. Robin had no idea he was been watched but then Delilah similarly had no idea that her stepbrother would pause to listen at her door to see if she was similarly pleasuring herself. She indeed was, since seeing him masturbate the first time Delilah had trouble keeping her hand out of her panties; of course, she could have got herself a boyfriend to relieve her stress but to be frank she didn't need the hassle. Once she had orgasmed she was able to study a lot better thanks to having a clearer head, the same couldn't be said for Robin. Yes, he was a conscientious student but he needed to get off two or else three times a day just to function.

The occasion was Monica's birthday and her husband had surprised her with a last-minute long weekend getaway. The grown-ups knew that their children would not be able to attend as both had crucial tests and so they had been left with strict instructions to work as a pair to keep the other on track -- and no parties. That was pretty much a safe bet as her father knew Delilah would move mountains to avoid such awkward social gatherings but it surprised him when his stepson vehemently assured him that he would look after both the house and his stepsister. The grown-ups had left early Friday morning and the stepsiblings had had a fairly normal Friday. As they settled into their evening routine both decided to make use of the slush fund that they had been left to order a couple of pizzas delivered and both had adjourned to their rooms afterwards to cram for their respective tests. Delilah kept an ear out for Robin creeping about and at around 10:30 she heard the stairs creak prompting her into action.

She had followed in his wake some five minutes later and was delighted when she found Robin on the sofa facing away from the door. As was her usual habit, she peered over his shoulder to gaze at his impressive dick; she had been doing some personal research on different cock sizes and while Robin wasn't spectacular proportions he was larger than the average by all accounts. She had become fixated on watching him pleasure himself while he was focused on the mixed-race couple performing in front of him.

The problem today though was that Delilah had over-extended and slipped making her drop to her knees with a loud thump as she desperately tried to stop her fall by grabbing the back of the sofa. There was no way that Robin couldn't hear the commotion and jumped up shocked as he turned to see his stepsister on her knees behind the sofa. Even though his world was about to implode now he had been discovered, as Robin jumped up, he at least had enough presence of mind to try to cover his crotch with his hands as best he could; the movie still playing as the sounds of an excited black actress to beseech her co-star "Yes, yes, keep fucking me. Don't ever stop fucking me."

"How long have you been watching?" was his initial question. That was when he noticed Delilah staring fixedly at his hard dick pointing at her, his hands struggling to hide its fully erect state. Her expression changed to one of disappointment as he tried to move his hands to cover his dick better which made him curious. He wrapped his thick dick in his fist once more slowly working along his length as he asked, "Is this what you were wanting to see?" All the while her pussy was pulsing as it dampened her panties.

Finally, Delilah pulled her gaze away, admittedly reluctantly, to look into his face. "No, no, no. You don't understand" she pleaded as her eyes dropped to his crotch once more.

Robin was still smiling at her obvious discomfort as it countered his initial shock, on anyone else she might have found it unnerving but she knew from their years of interaction that Robin didn't really have a nasty bone in his body. "Oh I understand fully" he retorted as he took a stride towards his stepsister still knelt so that his dick was in direct eyeline to her face. His hand worked constantly as it neared her and still, she remained in her knees. It was almost like a dream where she could witness the events unfolding but had no direct influence on them, her gaze never wavered from the beautiful erect cock in front of her. 'If I've read this wrong, then I'm in deep shit' Robin considered as he stopped in front of Delilah, the head of his dick mere inches from her mouth. Her silence made him bolder than he actually thought as he stated "If this is what you want, all you need to do is ask. It can be at your disposal day or night."

If she heard him, she didn't flinch, she continued to stare fixedly as his fist continued to pump along his length. 'It's beautiful' Delilah considered. She had no benchmark to compare it with, she considered it the most beautiful thing she had ever come across. As if drawn by some invisible force she tipped forward slightly and as Robin pulled his fist back once more, she puckered her lips and kissed the head reverently. The head felt spongy and yet warm to her lips which parted automatically to allow the tip inside as Robin similarly tilted forward so she could sweep it with her tongue. Delilah had no idea what she was doing other than on instinct and more importantly, it felt right. The groan from Robin spoke volumes as she allowed all the head to be enveloped by her lips, continuing to work her tongue over it. 'It truly is beautiful' she considered, the flesh so silky soft and warm.

Robin cradled the back of her head as he tipped his head back and groaned "Oh god yes, that feels so very good." The compliment made her smile as the edges of her mouth curled up. Robin looked back down and saw her gaze still fixed on the length of his dick and yet somehow, she sensed him watching and cast her gaze upwards to meet his. 'She really is beautiful' he thought to himself at seeing her upturned face. Although he had the volume low Delilah could still make out the soundtrack of the movie filtering through to her conscious. "Oh yes," Robin kept groaning.

Delilah was also making approving noises, albeit muffled by Robin's cock and it turned out completely unconsciously. Robin was now driving his hips back and forth as his beautiful stepsister gradually took more and more of his length in her mouth. As much as he was enjoying her attention Robin didn't want to freak her out by coming in her mouth, although he did think she would look even more beautiful with his come splashed across her pretty face. He would save that for later, right now though he wanted to capitalise on her shocked state and as he stepped back from her Delilah raised her gaze to ask "What's wrong? Am I not doing it right?"

He smiled reassuringly down at her as he replied "Nothing's wrong, you were doing really well if that's your first time..." her expression perked up at his compliment. "... right now though I want to repay the compliment" stated Robin as he offered his hand to help her stand up. He guided her to the front of the sofa and knelt before her, with a slight shake in his hands he reached up for the waist of her pyjamas and tugged them down making Delilah gasp at the shock move.

Her panties followed to pool at her ankles revealing her thick thatch of pubic hair, Robin leant forward and after briefly nuzzling his face in her hairy bush he extended his tongue along her obviously inflamed clitoris. "Oh god," Delilah cried out in shock as she reached both hands down to his head to steady her. His flexing tongue was sending previously untold sensations emanating from her crotch, sure she had regularly brought herself off with her own fingers but those times were nothing like what she experienced now. Her head was spinning and her legs shaking from the tremendous sensations in a whirlpool inside her and so without losing contact with his mouth Robin eased her round slightly and encouraged her to sit on the edge of the sofa. This proved to be the mark of a genius; it was more comfortable for her and as it allowed him to spread her legs wider, he was able to work his mouth better. Delilah had to lean back against the sofa and she humped her hips around making his task a little more difficult but he stuck at it as he needed her to experience all he could offer.

It was obvious this was not the first time he had licked a pussy but Delilah knew from the off that she was addicted to the way it made her feel. For his part, although Robin had indeed eaten a few pussies in the past, the one presented to him today was by far the most beautiful, and more importantly, the tastiest he had come across so far. His stepsister was clutching at his hair while her legs flailed around, sometimes gripping the side of his head tightly seeming to intensify the feeling before she let out a wail that might have sounded of pain if it didn't include a mixed sound of relief and euphoria as her eyes rolled back in her head. Robin knelt back on his heels as he wiped the sheen of pussy juice from his lower face; he was mildly concerned for his stepsisters well being as she sat/slid down on the sofa, her legs spread at obscure angles and her breathing unsteady and sporadic.