A Family Too Close Ch 01

A Family Too Close: Jasmine and Charlie

Author's Note. This is the first of a four-part series involving sexual relations between stepsiblings and their respective parents. It is a TABOO story and if such fantasies offend, then this is likely not the story for you. All characters are over the age of 18.

Charlie jumped as he heard his bedroom door creak open.

"Jesus, Jasmine!" He hissed as his heart started to calm down. "I'm watching a scary show. The least you could do is knock!"

Jasmine giggled as she walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Like Charlie, she was in her nightwear, nothing but a baggy t-shirt and cotton underwear to cover her body. The t-shirt shrouded her figure, making Charlie's heart drop. He'd seen her body, of course. That happens when your parents marry and you live in the same house. The fact that she was his stepsister did little to quell his desire to see that body again. Her black hair draped naturally over her shoulders, and her face without make up. She looked like she was ready for bed, and he was the same, wearing nothing but cotton boxers, his chest bare in the warmth of the summer evening as he sat on his bed.

"Sorry!" Jasmine laughed girlishly as she strode over and jumped onto the bed next to him, the mattress creaking underneath the weight of them both. "I was watching television in the living room with mom and dad, but they kept talking." She paused for a moment. "They can be annoying."

Charlie laughed and threw his step-sister a pillow. "Very."

Charlie's dad, Bill, had married Jasmine's mother about a year after they had started dating. Charlie had been surprised not at the marriage, but how long it had taken his father to finally start dating. After his mother left them five years ago, Bill had been a bit of a recluse, focusing on raising Charlie. Charlie had been shocked when Bill first brought Anita home. She was an Indian beauty; he had teased his dad about her being out of his league. Then, Charlie had met Jasmine a few weeks later and wished Anita had decided his dad was out of his league. It would have made it less awkward to flirt with her equally hot daughter. Such thoughts were quickly buried, though, when Bill and Anita's relationship grew stronger and they were spending nights at each other's place. The marriage was a small affair. The widower and divorcee wanting to keep thing simple. Anita and Jasmine moved into the house soon after the honeymoon.

Jasmine laughed and plumped the pillow, putting it behind her against the headboard to support her back. "So, what are we watching then?"

Charlie rolled his eyes. "I'm a few minutes into this new horror show if you wanted to join?"

Jasmine smiled. "Practicing for your Netflix and chill, are you? It's the oldest trick in the book."

Charlie laughed at his step-sister's teasing. At first, he had been curious how Jasmine would fit in the house. His mother had been cliché of a woman - blonde hair, blue eyes, fake tits. Fake... well, everything. Even her love for her husband and son based on how easily she abandoned them. Jasmine and her mother, though, had an earthy sensuality. Coppery skin, dark hair. Dark eyes. He felt foolish at how naïve he was when he had first met Jasmine. His only experience with Indian girls were the bookworms in his high school classes. Jasmine was American, through and through. Even though both parents were Indian, she spoke no Indian language and had never even visited. Her father had died before fulfilling his promise to take her. She certainly knew how to push his buttons, and, in a lot of ways, she wasn't far off the mark. He had undoubtedly enjoyed a fair amount of Netflix and chill in the past, and he was sure that he undoubtedly would again.

He pushed her jokingly as she got comfortable. "Shut up, will you? I don't want you yapping in my ear while we're watching."

Jasmine shoved him back before leaning on his shoulder. "Oh stop, you love it."

They sat in silence as they watched the horror show, unnerved at how it was far scarier than either of them anticipated. This was no childish jump scare series. It was really disturbing. It got under your skin. The shadows at the corners of Charlie's room grew larger and darker with each passing scene, and as the episodes continued, the episodes became more brutal, making the both of them yell. The more Jasmine jumped, the louder she yelped and wrapped herself around Charlie, using his shoulder to obscure her view or hugging into him for a bit of comfort. It was nothing unusual - they'd always been good friends from the moment their parents first introduced them to each other but spying the light pink cotton of her underwear underneath her t-shirt sent a twinge through Charlie's cock. She played with the hem of her t-shirt as she continued to watch, twisting and picking at it as she grew more and more fearful, exposing the roundness held within her underwear as the t-shirt lifted. Charlie didn't dare look outright over to her in fear of being caught, but his mouth went dry whenever he caught a glimpse. It was a shame that her t-shirt was so baggy, but he swore that the more tense the scene and the more scared she became, the faint press of her nipples against the white of her t-shirt became visible. And then there was another twinge.

I have to stop doing this,

he thought as he remembered that he was wearing nothing but his boxers.

If I start to get a hard-on, there's no way she won't see it.

But then there was the inevitable jump scare - an evil nun shrieking at the screen while running into the camera and Jasmine half-climbed into Charlie's lap, facing away from the screen and clutching his head in the crook of her neck. Her breasts were mere centimeters away from his face, and he breathed in deeply, concentrating as hard as he could on staying calm. She was making things as difficult as she could for him, as usual, but he could manage it if she just -

Jasmine then shuffled forwards as the nun on the screen started chanting in an ancient language, and Charlie could feel her breasts swing underneath her t-shirt. This was a nightmare. If she didn't move soon, she'd start to feel his cock growing beneath her. Luckily for him, they both then heard a strange sound drifting through the cracks of the bottom of his door, and he picked up the controller to pause the TV. Jasmine climbed off him and crept closer to the door, looking back and shrugging at Charlie before leaning over and opening it slightly, peeking through to the hallway outside to find where the sound was coming from. Charlie felt his cock start to harden as she leaned over even more, and he could see her ass cheeks against her underwear perfectly. The baggy t-shirt had been deceptive before, hiding her figure, but he could see her clearly now. Her ass was thick and round, and her pink cotton underwear tight and tucked between her cheeks, taut against her skin. He gritted his teeth as Jasmine turned around with a grin on her face to beckon closer.

"Come here!" She whispered, and Charlie obliged, waiting until she had turned around to face the door again giving him a chance to adjust his semi-rigid cock.

"What is it?" He whispered back as he followed the sound to the door. It sounded like an animal in pain, either that or...

"Oh my god." He then said, pressed against Jasmine.

Jasmine turned around to look at him and smiled. "I take it movie night downstairs went well." Charlie brought his hand up to his mouth to laugh as he realized what the sound was. Their parents were fucking. Loudly. As in, you-want-the-neighborhood-to-know-how-good-you're-getting-railed levels of loud. He crept forwards to get a better listen and could hear his step-mother moaning and gasping as loudly as if she were in the room with him. The rhythmic sound of her moans made him feel sweaty, and he couldn't help but imagine himself being the one to fuck her, taking her so fiercely that she couldn't help but scream the house down. She was a curvaceous woman, - an older, fuller version of Jasmine. He imagined the rippling of her flesh, the swinging of her breasts, all because of his cock. He looked down then to see that he had a full erection and cursed under his breath. He was too close to Jasmine that she would notice any moment now. And he couldn't move away either, that would only draw her attention.

Jasmine felt her face flushed as she listened to her mom get fucked by her step-dad. She could hear him grunting and moaning to a beat that made her feel soft and gooey inside. She imagined what his body would be like, thick and sculpted like a statue, owning and dominating her with each movement. He was an attractive man, an athlete back in the day, and she could feel a pool of wetness begin to flood her underwear as the sounds only grew louder and louder. She shifted back, thinking of turning around only to find herself pressed against her stepbrother. His cock rubbed against her ass. It was hard. Long. Thick.

Neither moved.

Charlie's thoughts drifted and quickly. He started to feel more excited about the idea of pressing himself up against her more, of slipping his dick within the soft of the cotton, spreading her cheeks, of hearing her moans combine with those of his step-mother's.

He waited until she inevitably told him off for being hard, but was surprised that she merely steadied herself without moving away, as enthralled by the situation as he was. Instead, to the shrieks and moans of their parents in the background, she pressed even further into Charlie so that his hands were pushed against her, squeezing her, forcing her skin into his hands. He felt his cock stiffen even more at feeling the cotton against him and decided to go for it. The moment was too much to resist.

Her t-shirt had become rucked up, and he could see the back of her underwear clearly now. She was soaked through. He could see a single milky drop begin to fall down her thigh from her pussy, and it took everything within him not to catch it with his finger right there and then, to bring it into his mouth and to lick it. He couldn't look away and could imagine how throbbing her pussy must be at this moment. He wanted nothing more than to grab her asscheeks right now, to spread them apart and to suck the moisture right out of her panties, to suck her dry and make her beg for more while they listened to their parents' fuck. But he breathed in deeply. Could she possibly want that too?

"Is this the next part of Netflix and chill then?" Jasmine asked breathlessly as if panting from the anticipation. Another thing Jasmine had taught him since they first became close. She had dissuaded him of the idea that all Indian women were prudes.

"It can be if you want it to." He whispered back, his cock stiffening even more as the beat of the moans in the background changed. They were in a new position.

Jasmine's breath quickened at hearing the change too, and Charlie realized that she was just as turned on as he was. "Do it." She moaned then, and Charlie felt that he had hit the jackpot. This was like something from a dream.

He then moved his hands forward until they touched her ass and waited for her to move away as he knew she ultimately would. But she didn't. So, he took her cheeks in his hands more, pulling the material of her panties away so that he could grab as much of her as he could. He squeezed her, feeling the warm softness of her ass against his hands and the hardness of his cock grow. He began to massage her ass right then and there, thankful for the moans that continued to drift through into the room. His cock felt full, and he couldn't remember ever having been so turned on before in his life. He squeezed and kneaded them, the brown flesh pliant in his hands. She was breathing more heavily than before, her head rolled slightly backwards as if she was losing control.

Charlie could feel the moisture of her cotton panties then, and couldn't stop himself from slipping his fingers through.

I'm going to suck that off later,

he thought to himself.

Call it a midnight snack.

Was she always this wet for him? Or was it just from hearing their parents fuck? Charlie wasn't sure but he didn't let his questions stop him, the suction of her wet pussy drawing his fingers in deeper and deeper until he wondered if he'd ever see them again. His cock throbbed and he moaned, his voice melting in with her's and that of their parents. It didn't take any effort to find her clit, for it was swollen and pulsing from her arousal, so he flicked it like a button, smiling at feeling the cascade of juices against his fingertips as a return. His stepsister's breathing became more ragged, her breasts jiggling with each movement and he pushed himself up further against her, wanting her to know how hard she was making him. He was going to fuck her, he decided then.

He was going to fuck her and one day he would fuck her mom too.

He moaned, and Jasmine gasped as he bent down, ripping her underwear off and throwing it back into the room. He then brought his tongue down into her ass, toying with her asshole as he licked it clean. She tasted so good he never wanted to eat anything else ever again. From below, the sound of his step-mother grew louder and he smiled. He felt Jasmine start to lose control then. She was fighting him on this, not the act, but the pleasure. Unable to cope with the sensations wracking her body or the danger of the whole situation. This was wrong, but it was so

right

. But then he could feel her hand trying to reach for him, desperately trying to find his cock from behind. He thought about denying her, about torturing her by not giving her what she wanted but he wanted it so much too. He pulled her towards him and closed the door behind them, thanking God that they could still hear their parents just as loudly. Once the door clicked, he brought his crotch forwards to her, letting her turn around and grab him. They stood there together, pressed up against the door stroking each other, her head rested against his shoulder, stuck in too much pleasure to be able to hold her own head up. After what could have been five minutes or even an hour, he felt her muscles start to spasm.

"You're going to make me cum if you're not careful," she said between gasps, her entire body beginning to shake.

"You want to cum for me?" he asked, watching the way her eyes were fixed shut from the pleasure, her mouth opened wide, lips moist.

"More than anything." She said again, barely able to hear him. "Right now."

"No." He insisted then, a devilish look in his eye. "Not until

they

do." Jasmine couldn't help a moan escaping her throat than at the thought, and Charlie laughed, his chest pounding at his fantasy unfolding for him.

Their lips were so close now that Jasmine swore she could feel them against her. Unable to wait even a moment longer, they collided, becoming one as their lips pressed up against each other, his hands keeping her closely against him, their breaths becoming shared. He grabbed her throat with his hand as he wrapped her tongue around his while using his other hand to hold her ass tightly, a finger at the dark opening. His erect cock was tight and hard against her thighs from within his underwear, and her breasts were soft and heaving against his chest through her t-shirt, a dream for the both of them. His tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, and she felt that her entire body was pulsing, each flick of his tongue against hers setting her on fire all over again.

And then she wanted more, so she brought her hands up to his neck, pushing his face closer against hers, wanting his hot breath against her, his hands firmer against her skin. She moaned from the pleasure, and somehow they made it to the bed, grabbing and ripping at each other's clothes instinctively, searching for skin with their nails and tongues, moaning at each scratch and lick they gifted each other. Finally, she pushed him down onto his duvet and crawled on top of him, kneeling between his legs before pulling at the waistband of his boxers. His cock sprung out of the material as soon as she released him, and she ground on him, rubbing her pussy against his shaft to the beat of the moans that echoed around the house. She could hear Charlie moaning and felt herself do the same too, listening in to the sound of her stepfather grunting to make her wetter.

"Do you like that?" she whispered into his ear before tugging at his earlobe with her lips. Her mouth was warm and soft, and he couldn't help but think about what it would feel like against his cock.

He could barely control the sounds he was making as he felt the juices of her pussy against him. Grinding against him was making her so wet that she was soaking through onto him. It made him quiver. "I love that", he whispered in reply, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "I want to fuck you as they fuck."

"Good," she moaned, bringing her kisses further down from his ear to his neck, then his chest.

He couldn't control himself anymore, so pushed her down on the bed and sat above her, spreading her legs by pressing down on her knees, her brown breasts bouncing with the movement. They were swollen and full of her arousal, and her dark brown nipples were hard and erect. He moaned before leaning down and burying his face in her hairy pussy, baptizing himself in her juices, his tongue lapping up the taste of her excitement as she ground her fingers into his hair, letting the soft skin of her pussy suffocate him as the moans of their parents slowed and grew deeper.

Charlie's father must be even deeper in her now,

Jasmine thought. She did everything she could to hide her moans from the rest of the room, but she was too loud for her own good, unable to hold back from the pleasure wracking her body. She was beginning to spasm. Charlie could feel it upon his face, the warm skin of her pussy shivering against his nose, unable to process all the pleasure she was experiencing. He'd never seen or felt a girl get so wet before, and he wanted to drown in her right then and there. She was so soft against his tongue, and he couldn't help but notice how the closer he got to her clit and the deeper his tongue pushed inside of her, the louder her moans got. He liked to tease her with it, to see how loud she would go. So, he started to suck on her clit, to pull it, rub it between his lips, nibble on it slightly and hear her scream of joy, her hands wrapping against the duvet, losing control. So, he carried on sucking on her clit, feeling it become more and more swollen before, without warning, shoving his fingers deep inside of her pussy, causing her to gasp, winded from the pleasure, unable to say a single word. He fucked her with his fingers while she moaned, only stopping when he thought she was going to cum.

Not yet

, he thought.

Only when your mother does.

He then started to kiss her gently, first her clit, and then moved up her body from her stomach over to her nipples. He took a breast in his mouth, feeling her juices still dripping down his chin, and began to suck on the nipple, cold and hard against his tongue. She moaned even more now, and he took his hands and grabbed her other breast, squeezing the flesh. He wanted to let his parents know they were getting off to them, let the whole neighborhood know he was fucking his step-sister better than anyone else ever had. He grabbed her rough enough to bruise then, massaging the soft skin and the fat beneath, his dick so hard he throbbed at the thought of being inside of her.

Jasmine couldn't wait to touch him any longer, so managed to control herself for a moment just enough to lean forward and wrap her legs around him, twisting and pushing him down on the bed, so she was riding him - their foolish sibling games of one-upping each other now entangled within their fuck. Then she slid down his body, letting the bulge of his cock trace her naval as she drew her mouth closer to it. She allowed his cock to bounce straight into her mouth, taking him deeply without a second thought, her lips pushing to his balls. She moved her mouth up and down, bouncing up and down on his cock, moaning for him as she did. He grabbed the hair at the back of her neck and pushed her down further until she gagged even more, barely able to handle all his inches. But she didn't stop moaning, not even for a minute, and neither did he. Her lips then met the head of his cock, and he felt pure euphoria. She played with his head with her lips, sucking him and kissing him before suddenly taking him deep into her throat again without warning, dragging her lips across his shaft until her lips met his testicles. She grabbed them, massaging, and stroking them as she worked, and he could feel himself building up. This was going to be the best cum of his life. She rolled them around her mouth with her lips and tongue. He found that he could barely breathe from the pleasure, grabbing onto her shoulders to ground himself, to try to hold off from coming as best as he could.