Whenever Dave came to visit during school vacations his mom Jane and I were on our best behaviour, neither of us wanted him to know what we had been up to. I wasn't at all ashamed of fucking Jane, I just didn't want him to know because I valued his friendship, also let's be honest secrets are fun, and you can get off on them as much as the actual fucking itself!
Dave himself hadn't been Mr Celibate either, he'd screwed quite a few girls at college, including I might add his Step-Sister Grace which this rather wicked story is all about.
I told you before that Dave's Dad had hit the road when he was baby; well his mom had re-married a guy called Tom who also had a kid by his first marriage. Grace was her name and she was two years younger than her step-sibling and even though Jane and Tom's marriage ended a few years ago, Dave kept in touch with his step-father and Grace and was on real good terms with his Dad but perhaps not so much with Grace other than to bang her bones.
Dave's new college was in Georgia, and it just so happened that Grace lived there too with her mom. After Tom and Jane split up Tom, who was also from the South headed back to his roots so Dave got to see a lot of his step-father and of course it was only natural that he saw a lot of his step-sibling too!
Dave told me about Grace through regular e-mails he sent to me. We had always been candid with each other about our sexual experiences (bar mine with his mom!) so it didn't really surprise me.
I actually had a good laugh about it in private, Dave was so puritanical about his mom but he was more than happy to fuck his step-sister and not think anything about it.
I enjoyed reading the e-mails he sent me because Dave was pretty explicit in what he wrote; in fact it was so explicit I usually ended up having to jack myself off in the bathroom after I had read them!
"She's the Queen of whores" Dave wrote to me on one of his e-mail's "Dad thinks she's this little innocent virgin and she plays him along like a harp, but let me tell you Paul, Grace is one horny little Ho, and what's more she like's doing it with more than one guy! Can you believe it? I almost fucking passed out when she told me, but I believe her, I mean she's never satisfied even when I've banged her for hours, that's why I've got a favour to ask you, come to Georgia for Spring Break, Dad is going to Houston on Business so we've got the house to ourselves, we can spend the week fucking Grace and drinking beers, she is more than up to it, in fact the little bitch suggested it first!"
Dave and Grace haven't always got along, I think that Grace was jealous of Dave because he got so much of her Dad's attention when he lived away from Georgia, however that didn't stop her from spreading her legs for Dave, Grace so it seemed looked like an angel but fucked like a demon.
I also got the distinct impression that Dave still didn't really like Grace even though he was fucking her, she was in his words , "a spoilt arrogant little rich bitch," who didn't think of anyone but herself.
Well I wasn't going to turn down Dave's invitation was I? Luckily for me Jane wasn't bothered when I told her about my plans for Spring Break, to her it was only normal that some vacations her son would stay in Georgia, and that I would go and visit him and vis-a-vie.
Also Jane had a boyfriend now (not that it stopped her and me from fucking each other when we got the chance) and I think she wanted to spend the week with him.
So I flew out to Georgia, and met up with my best friend and his step-sister Grace who I had only met a couple of times when she was a brattish kid with braces on her teeth, knock knees, a whiny voice and lots of spots. She certainly had changed since then though I can tell you.
Grace was as hot as Dave had described her. Tall, slender and leggy, not to mention an hour glass waist, a pert bottom that swayed when she walked, a mass of long golden curls cascading down her shoulders, along with large baby blue eyes and tits even better than Jane's. Nature had been real good to Grace, I mean real good. Not many 18 year olds can look in the mirror and think "God! I'm almost perfect!"
Well Grace could and she knew it. She had only one slight imperfection and that was her mouth, it was little too large, and her lips a little too pouty and red, but I wasn't interested in such a minor flaw, after all everything else was pretty much perfect!
We drove from the air-port with Dave and me chatting amiably about our studies, mutual friends and such like. I sat in the front with Dave and every now and then glanced into the rear view mirror to look into the back of the car where Grace sat, smiling at me, lying lazily on the leather upholstery, her short checked skirt riding up her satin thighs, her pink expensive cashmere sweater not quite covering her pert belly button.
She had a perfect set of teeth, white and strong; her father had paid good money to give his daughter a brilliant smile. Slowly ever so slowly she licked her lips; she had a long tongue, slightly bigger than was normal, perhaps that was why her mouth was so big I mused. I said nothing.
My eyes were on the mirror and she knew I was watching her, Paul was concentrating on driving home, also he knew what Grace was like, and he wanted me to sample some of "talents" as he so eloquently called them.
Grace let one of her arms drop to the waist band of her skirt, I watched mesmerized as her hand slid downward under the band and ever so slowly she began to rub herself between her thighs. She parted her legs, making sure her skirt rode up more so that I could see the outline of her fingers in her Victoria Secrets lace panties. I found myself smiling.
The little bitch was trying to give me a hard on, well I could feel my groin stirring but I was in control, I had spent the last year fucking Dave's mom, and I had gained more insight to screwing a woman than this little slut could ever dream of in all her wildest flights of imagination.
I was going to enjoy taming this particular shrew, when I had finished with her she wouldn't know her tits from her ass, and her brains would be mush. The dumb little whore thought she was so hot, well I was going to burn all her boats and leave her floundering in a leaky, sinking spunk filled dingy.
Dave helped me unpack the car whilst Grace went out to buy some beers, she had a fake ID that a friend had got her, but she could have probably bought it without as she looked older than 18 that was for sure.
As we unpacked we discussed how we were going to make use of Grace over the coming week. David's dislike for his step-sister was evident. He had no problem in using her like a mattress and apparently Grace had no problem in being the mattress.
"Her Dad thinks she so pure and innocent," David said to me as he put the TV on and flopped down onto the sofa, "What he doesn't know is his lovely little girl has had more up her than the interstate freeway during rush hour, she puts the Ho into Whore if you get my meaning"
Grace came back with several cans of beer which she put in the freezer, and then announced she was going for a shower. Dave and I were sprawled out on the sofa watching the TV and we just grunted out a response without looking at her.
This pissed her off big time, and she flounced off in a swirl of golden curls muttering something about, "Step brothers and their prick best friends."
We waited until she was in the shower and then we slipped in to her room. Grace had the master bedroom, she was her Daddy's girl and he liked to spoil her. She didn't live with Tom all the year around, her Mom lived in Savannah, but she split her time between both parents.
She had an on suite bathroom which she was using, an expensive double bed, solid oak, with a $1,000 mattress, for extra firmness, Dave told me with a snigger.
Her room was tasteful and expensively furnished; she even had a plasma screen TV with all the trimmings, and a music system that could put some Night clubs to shame.
It was getting dark outside now and I flicked down the blinds on her window and pulled the heavy silk curtains shut to enhance the darkness in the room. Dave quietly moved all the furniture that was in direct line of the bed.