Kiss My Ass
I've seen this category of porn where dudes are having sex with their stepsister. I can't say I ever understood the appeal. I mean, those are actors. They are not in any way stepsisters or stepbrothers.
Well, I didn't get it until I had a stepsister. A stepsister is a hot babe living right there in your house. At any moment you might turn a corner only to see her bent over in front of the fridge, just pushin' her ass out there in too short shorts for you to see. Or maybe she's walking around in just a towel and you know her naked pussy is an accidental slip away from being on full display.
If she's like mine she likes to torment you. Amber (what a dumb name. You might as well intend for her to grow up to be a stripper) teases me relentlessly. She asks if I want the salt just so she can lean over and force me to see her cleavage. She hangs her sexiest lingerie in our joint bathroom. And I swear, at night she's masturbating on the other side of the wall, moaning just enough so I can barely hear it if I'm quiet.
Then after I'm frustrated all day, if I lose my cool, she'll make a smart ass comment. Just the other day she was on her phone, walking past me in the hallway, when she intentionally told her girlfriend about the blowjob she gave her boyfriend, Brad. She looked me right in the eyes and when she was certain I was listening she said, "and when he came I let just the tiniest trickle escape from the corner of my mouth to boost his ego." But, I'd heard her on the phone many times when she didn't know I could hear, and I knew for a fact that the prissy cunt would never take a dick in her prissy little mouth.
I just rolled my eyes, with an audible, "Ugh,"
Of course she called back over her shoulder, "You can kiss my ass, Pete."
A year ago that pissed me off to no end. But after hearing it for the umpteenth time and glancing at her ass for the umpteenth time I became obsessed with it - her ass. If it meant feeling her silky buttskin I would do it. Fuck the humiliation! To actually feel her warm naked butt with my lips... and I'd be able to get a really good look too. Not like when she's in her bikini or that one time I accidentally walked into the bathroom just as she got in the shower.
That phrase started to be a favorite of hers. I heard "Kiss my ass." at least once a day.
So I started returning the sass, "You wish." or "You should be so lucky." We had a constant verbal battle. The conniving manipulative wench was always on the offensive, except for that first month after she moved in when she allied with me to throw a party without our parents finding out. But that was then.
Finally one fateful day, when it sorta happened, something occurred to change it all. It was the day that set us on a path. She was wearing these ripped jean shorts which showed a two inch square of milky flesh right in the middle of one bouncy bun. That spot was one that had always been covered by underwear or swimsuits. And being able to see that patch of white told me that she wasn't wearing any panties under her shorts. To my eyes that previously hidden place was virgin skin.
She was on her way out the door in a low cut top with a push up bra and I couldn't help but gawk for a second too long. I bet she planned it. It would be just like her to plot and scheme to some devious end. She sneered, "Like what you see? Want a picture? It'll last longer."
"You go out in public like that? What does your boyfriend think?"
"He likes it. And you can kiss my ass."
"Does Brad kiss your ass? Is that what you like about the little pushover!"
"Noooo. He doesn't. But you would." Saying that she bent over showing that fine ass in those tight shorts with the ripped hole. "I dare you!"
I grabbed the belt loop on her pants, pulling her roughly to me. "Oh you're asking for it now. I'll do it! Don't you test me."
She just bent over more. So I did it. I closed the distance, coming another foot closer, and pressed my lips to that naked spot through the hole. Then I puckered, making a kissing sound as I lingered. It was hot and I shuddered. I swear she did too.
Releasing her I was ashamed of what I'd done. Afraid she would know how much it thrilled me. It was everything I'd hoped it would be, but degrading too. Embarrassed, I turned tail getting out of there quickly.
In the bathroom, glowing in the memory of her softer than soft skin, I looked at my lips in the mirror as I touched one finger to them. They were the same as always except some residue from her sexy skin must remain. A million tiny unseen molecules of my stepsister's sexy ass surely were on my lips. I didn't wash.
The next day she redoubled her efforts to abuse me. The taunting was too much. Surely she judged me. Even hiding in my room didn't help because when I ventured out for a snack there she was, waiting to pounce.
She wore a pair of pants I'd never seen before: stretchy and thin, they rose high on the sides and crept up her asscrack. They were almost thongs.
I took one look at her clearly visible cameltoe before she turned and bent over, pretending to fish whatever from a basket in the living room. "Shit! What are you doing, Amber? Cut it out!"
"You. Can. Kiss. My. Ass. Petey." She said it slowly with a wicked grin. And like it was permission rather than the usual aggression.
"Whip it out." I retorted.
"Oh, I'll let you kiss it. No, I'll make you kiss it. And I don't mean the clean area. You'll have to kiss the center like a good brown-noser."
"You know I'll do it. Just so you don't win."
She tapped her chin pensively, "Don't think I won't drop these shorts. Don't even think it!" She paused, "But you'll like it too much. If you ever wanna do it then you gotta suck Brad off first.
"Fuck yourself!"
A few weeks went by and suspiciously she didn't say the words once. If you can believe it, I missed the phrase. I missed teasing her and thinking about my lips on her skin and the possibility that some day I might actually kiss her fully bare ass. The power of two years of teasing was too much to bear. Given the chance, I felt that I really would kiss her dirty asshole if it meant I could delight myself with her bum completely. I might even suck off that pussy-whipped boyfriend of hers. I told myself it was just a dick. Probably small.
Then one day she was pushing my buttons continuously, being a real brat. I shot her a nasty look and she said it - but more. "Kiss my dirty hole."
The image was new and it took hold of my mind. Quietly and solemnly I gave a singular answer, "OK."
With her hands on her hips and a snotty attitude she challenged me, "You know you gotta suck Brad first."
I whispered sheepishly, "I'll do it."
Stunned, she fell back onto the couch. Then another evil smile appeared magically upon her face as she completely changed her tune, "It would really help me out. He's gonna stop taking me out if he doesn't get some."
In a moment we were conspiring together on a way to make it happen. We just needed a way to make it so Brad would go along with it. And as much as I begged, she insisted that the blowjob happen before the ass kissing.
