Saved By My Step Sis

In hindsight, I should have known something was amiss. My day started out pretty standard. I had statistics in the morning, an elective I'd chosen to finish my credits for the semester. As usual, I left the hall and made for the dining hall. That's where my day began to deviate.

"Yo, Luke!" A husky male voice called from across the Quad. I looked over and saw several of the school's football players walking my way. I was a team manager, so I was around the team frequently. They just rarely acknowledged me.

"Uh, hi?" I nodded towards the shorter of the group, Jaden, the team's third-string halfback and the one who had called my name. Jaden beckoned me over.

"What's up, Luke. Tiffany was looking for you." Jaden continued, "Think she's in the library."

"Oh. Thanks," I answered, curious as to why the cheer captain would be looking for me. Jaden nodded his farewell and went on with his day.

Tiffany was a senior on the cheer team, as well as its captain. She rarely spoke with any of the team managers. Frankly, I was shocked that she knew my name. Several scenarios flashed through my head as I headed to the library. Was she mad at me for some reason? I don't think I did anything to upset the cheer team. She didn't seem like the type to bother with the team's stats, so that was out of the question. Brief thoughts of a steamy library hook-up crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed them.

The doors slid open, and I entered the library with my head on a swivel. The kid at the desk, a freshman by the looks of him, greeted me.

"Can I help you?" He raised his eyebrows at me, setting down a book he was reading.

"Sure. I'm looking for Tiffany Davis." I looked around the lobby and didn't see her. The desk monitor laughed.

"Cheer Queen? Yeah, okay." He dismissed me and went back to his book. I rolled my eyes and headed over towards the study rooms. Through the glass paneled rooms, I saw her.

Tiffany's golden blonde hair fell to curls over her toned shoulders. A smattering of freckles dotted her otherwise spotless complexion. Bright blue eyes lifted from her studying and found mine. She met me with a bright smile, beaconing me into the room.

"Hey there, Luke," Tiffany greeted, rising from her chair. She was slightly taller than me, but it may have been her sneakers.

"Hi, Tiffany," I managed, struggling to form any more words. A tight crop top revealed her fit physique, and the low cut of the v-neck pulled my eyes south. She was spectacular.

"So, I was looking for you earlier after class but you must have left right away." Her tone seemed accusatory, for some reason, as if I should have hung around expecting to talk to her.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Although I had nothing to apologize for, I did anyway. I managed to drag my eyes back to hers, palms sweating with the realization that there was no way Tiffany didn't know I was admiring her ample chest.

"Don't you want to know why I was looking for you, Luke," Tiffany prodded.

"Yeah, I guess," I stumbled. Tiffany gave a warm giggle and motioned towards one of the seats. She sat across from me, chin propped up on her clasped hands.

"I was looking for you because I want to know if you're free tomorrow," she went on. "You know, around dinner time?"

My jaw hinged open and I couldn't form words.

"Aww, you're so cute," Tiffany teased, flashing me a smile that melted my insides. "A date, Luke. Take me out to dinner."

"Yes. Please. Okay," I stammered. "7:00? Main Street Diner?"

"The Diner?" Tiffany laughed, stopping herself when she saw my face.

"Or we could go somewhere else," I started. Tiffany cut me off.

"Main Street Diner is perfect," she conceded. "Stick up for yourself, Luke. Confidence is sexy."

All I could do was nod.

"So, the diner at 7:00 tomorrow," Tiffany asked.

"Yes," I confirmed, my face heating.

"Great, see you then." Tiffany gave me a wink that caused my stomach to do flips, and returned to her studies. I guess I was dismissed. I hurried out of the library before Tiffany changed her mind.

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The Main Street Diner was packed, but I had made a reservation. I waited out front for five minutes that dragged on like hours. I fretted over my outfit. The diner wasn't an upscale place, but this WAS a date. My khakis and red polo began to crease from my wringing hands.

"Luke!" A friendly voice chimed from down the street. Stunned, I watched Tiffany strut towards me. Stunned partially because she actually showed up, but mostly by the sight of her coming to me. Her hair was down, curling over her shoulders. She wore a cropped denim jacket over what looked like a yellow sun dress. White boots covered her calves, clicking on the sidewalk as she approached.

"Aren't you cold?" I pondered. Tiffany rolled her eyes, as if that was answer enough. It was 50 degrees, remarkably warm for an April evening around here.

"If I get cold," Tiffany explained, "You'll just have to warm me up."

With that remark, she headed inside leaving me wondering how exactly she thought I would do that. I certainly had ideas.

Throughout dinner I settled my nerves. Tiffany was surprisingly easy to talk to. We talked about the football team briefly, since it was a common interest, but somehow we ended up on board games, of all things. She had switched sides of the booth, and was leaning closer to me so she could see the picture I had pulled up on my phone.

"Those are all yours?" She asked as I pulled up a picture of the shelves full of games that I owned.

"Yeah," I laughed. "I know, board games, not the most exciting thing."

She cut me off. "Sure they are! You just need exciting people to play them with."

Tiffany's hand came to rest on my leg, sending signals up and down my body. When had she gotten that close? Her hand crept higher, coming to a rest next to a growing bulge in my pants. She leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Maybe you could show them to me." Tiffany's voice was sensual. She lifted her hand from my leg. "I bet you have all kinds of games we could play."

My face flushed, and I adjusted in my seat to attempt to hide my excitement. "Yeah, I have a lot..."

"I think we should go," Tiffany prodded and I did not hesitate. I paid for our meal and led her to my car. Luckily, I had the foresight to clean it up before dinner. The sedan, usually a mess of papers, coffee cups, and receipts, was immaculate. Tiffany slid in gracefully, her hand coming to rest on my thigh again. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for dinner."

"You're welcome," I managed. Her hand slid to my lap causing me to jump. She giggled.

"You're cute." She flashed a smile. I melted. "I wonder how much redder your face will be when my lips are around you."

Woah. Talk about a leap. She saw my flustered state and trailed her fingertips along the tent in my pants. Slowly.

"I hope it's not too far away," Tiffany teased. "I have a surprise for you."

I was pulling onto my street before I remembered that I did not live alone. By some stroke of luck, the driveway was empty. Phew.

"Do you live alone?" Tiffany asked.

"No, I live with my step-sister, but it looks like she's not home." I was relieved. She must have a night class tonight.

"Good. What are you waiting for?" Tiffany gestured towards the door. Good point.

We hurried inside. Tiffany knelt down to unzip her boots, giving me a clear view down her sundress. She glanced up at me and winked.

"Enjoying the view?" She tugged the dress down, exposing another several inches of boob for me. Tiffany gave her shoulders a shake, and then squeezed her arms together. Flustered, I rambled on.

"Did, uh, did you want to see the games?" I stammered, sounding moronic.

"Sure, sweetie," Tiffany agreed. "Are they in your bedroom?"

I glanced towards the door at the end of the hallway. Tiffany must have thought it was my room, because she grabbed my arm and made for the door. Powerless, I followed.

"Wait, that's not.." but I couldn't finish my sentence. The cheer captain pressed her lips to mine and I lost myself to her. We stumbled into the room. The pink walls likely tipped her off.

"Not your room?" Tiffany finished. "Mmmm. Exciting."

Her shift in tone set me off. I didn't care that this was Amara's room. There was very little that I cared about at that moment.

"Lay down on your back," Tiffany ordered. "It's time for your surprise."

From her handbag, she withdrew two pairs of fluffy pink handcuffs. I stared as she set them down on the soft comforter.

"Hands at the bed posts, please," she continued. I obeyed, allowing her to fasten my hands to the corners of the bed. "You follow directions well. Have you ever been with a woman?"

I nodded.

"Mm. Good. This will be easy," Tiffany promised. "All you have to do is lay there. I'll do all the work. Is that okay?"

I nodded again. She could do whatever she wished with me. She unzipped my pants and pulled them past my ankles, and noted the small wet spot in the front of my boxers and smiled.

"Is that for me?" Tiffany didn't wait for an answer. She swung herself onto the bed, straddling me, and dropping herself over my bulge. She rocked her hips back and forth along me until, finally, I was able to speak again.

"Slow down, Tiffany," I begged.

"Are you close, sweetie?"

"Tiff..." I started, but she interrupted me. Tiffany leaned down to my ear and whispered,

"April fools, sweetie."

What. What? Nothing made sense. Tiffany gracefully leapt off of the bed, looking down at me with a look akin to pity.

"I'm sorry Luke," she confessed. "You're a good guy."

Once again, I was speechless. Although this time, it was out of shock, or perhaps anger.

"Tiffany!" I protested, but she did not turn back to me. She wrote a note on an index card, folded it up, and left it on the bedside table. "Please..."

Tiffany stalked out of the room without another word. Shortly after, I heard the front door open and close.

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Tiffany had left me handcuffed to my step sister's bed, half naked, and with a cum stain in my boxers. I was furious. And turned on, but that was a feeling I'd have to work out later.

Did I regret this night? Yes. No. I wasn't sure. Dinner had been spectacular, and I had been intimate with the cheer captain. But it had all been some sort of sick prank? Somehow, I was still sure that I liked it.

What I didn't like was that I was stuck, bound to Amara's bed. My phone was in my pants at the foot of the bed, but even if I reached it, who would I call? My world began collapsing as panic set in. Amara would find me like this, and I'd have to explain what happened. I would never live this down.

I wasn't sure how much time passed before I heard a car pull into the driveway. It chirped as someone locked it, and the front door swung open.

"Luke? You home? I thought you had a date?" Amara. Her footsteps padded towards the closed bedroom door.

"I'm, uhhh," I called, not sure how to start.

"What the fuck?" Amara exclaimed from the hall. "Are you in my room?"

"Wait, no, stop," I rambled, but it was no use. The door flew open and Amara saw everything.

"Dude, what the fuck." Amara stood in the doorway, arms crossed, and a scowl over her face. She wore sweats and a loose sweater that had faded years ago. She had probably come back from class and found me here.

"I can explain," I said slowly, not sure that it was true. In truth, this was not the first time I had been caught in Amara's room.

"Luke, you can't be in here like this," Amara exclaimed. Then in a more hushed voice, "what if my mom comes home?"

"Do you think I want to be here?" I asked plainly. Amara's eyebrow's shot skyward.

"What," she started. "You're telling me that you don't want to be tied up, half naked on your hot step-sister's bed?"

"You think I tied myself up?" I asked incredulously. "It was an accident! Tiffany..."

But Amara cut me off. "Last time may have truly been an accident, Luke..."

Amara marched for her bed. Slow, purposeful steps making sure her hips swayed gracefully with each one. She continued, "but this one certainly won't be."

I swallowed. My heart was racing, but I did not protest as Amara sat beside me.

"Sure you weren't waiting for me?" She teased, gently flicking the tip of my raging hard-on for effect. "Because it kind of looks like you're ready for me already."

"Can you unlock my hands," I pleaded, flopping my wrists around to jangle the short chains. Amara grinned devilishly.

"Of course," she winked. "But first, it looks like you have some unfinished business. I can help you take care of it if you'd like."

"I don't need your help," I insisted weakly. I may not have needed help, but I sure as hell wanted it.

"Last chance. Think about how good it'll feel, your step-sister riding you while you're handcuffed to her bed." Amara grazed her cool fingers up my thighs, letting them catch on the hem of my boxers. When I didn't stop her, she slid a hand under the waistband and wrapped it around my girth. Her thumb rubbed circles over my tip, gathering precum and smearing it along my shaft. I ground myself against her hand, as she tightened her grip on my shaft. "Oh, yes. I forgot how eager you were. Let me hear you say it, Luke."

"Say what," I asked, breath quickening as Amara's hand stroked me closer to release. She suddenly let go.

"Tell me you want your step-sister's pussy. Tell me that you want me to ride you into oblivion. I need to hear it," Amara goaded. She withdrew her hand and sucked my precum from her fingers. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you again."

"Yes, Amara." I sounded desperate. "I need you. Now. Please fuck me, I don't even care if you leave my hands bound."

"Oh good." Amara smiled. "I've been thinking about this a lot since the last time. You remember it, don't you?"

I nodded. How could I forget?

"The costume party was a great time. Still can't believe how many people fit into my old apartment," Amara went on as she tugged her sweater over her head. A simple black sports bra was all that she wore underneath. "I remember dancing on a guy in some ridiculous green skin suit. He said he was a green screen."

Her sweat pants went next, crumpling to the ground. Amara's simple black underwear seemed to tease me. They were stuck in the front, plastered to her body by her pussy. She must have been soaked.

"Yeah, and I remember a sexy ghost grinding against me," I recalled.

"Mmm, yeah, I remember that too." Amara agreed, "I knew cutting holes in that sheet would attract the attention I wanted. Guys just love cleavage."

"The holes on the sides of your hips were hotter," I argued. "I remember getting pulled into a bedroom and having that sexy ghost rip a hole through my morph suit."

Amara pulled my erection through the fly hole in my boxers, just as she had that night. "Yeah, and my mystery lover was very excited. He pulled my sheet to the side so my hip hole was in the right spot and fingerfucked me against the wall."

Amara slid a hand into her panties at the memory. I watched, hypnotized by her movements. I needed that to be me inside of her.

"And the sexy ghost gave me a hand job that nearly finished me off," I continued for her. On cue, she began stroking me again. Up and down, a slow and safe rhythm to start off.

"Remember what happened next?" Amara asked, her voice a sultry, promising tone.

"She backed me up to the bed and tossed me down," I answered, the memory causing my cock to ache for her. "And got on top of me."

"I think it was something like this," Amara said. She got up on the bed and straddled me, my cock settled under her warmth. I could feel just how ready she was. Amara put her hands on my chest, leaned forward, and started grinding up and down the length of my cock. "You ripped the cleavage hole enough for a boob to fall free."

Amara slid her bra over her head next. Her perky boobs swayed with her gentle rocking.

"I was so horny that night that I just needed that dick then and there," Amara went on. "I rode you until we were interrupted."

The image would forever be etched into my brain. Amara's roommate at the time had walked in.

"Sara came in, looking for you," Amara laughed. "That's when I realized who I was riding. I can't believe she didn't realize it was you."

Amara's laugh caused her to shake on top of me, sending shudders down my body as I held myself back.

"It's too bad we didn't get to finish what we were doing," I ventured, barely able to concentrate.

"A shame," Amara agreed, her voice returning to that sultry tone that was driving me crazy. She slid her panties to the side and slid her bare slit along my cock. Slowly, from base to tip and back. She did it twice before lifting herself up enough to guide my tip to her entrance.

"I don't have a condom this time," I started. Amara lowered onto me, and swayed her hips slightly. It took all my willpower to not thrust into her.

"I don't care," she admitted. Amara hovered above my lap, my tip barely nestled inside of her. The swaying of her hips caused me to dip in and out, just barely maintaining contact during the "out."

Amara moaned as she danced over my cock, her pleasure threatening to break my resolve.

"Amara, please," I breathed, needing more. She obliged. Amara sunk lower onto me, my cock sliding deeper with ease. I raised my hips to meet her, eliciting a shriek from Amara. We sunk back to the bed together, Amara's hips bouncing with the gentle impact. She kept going, rising and falling, driving me into the mattress with each thrust.

"Yesss, Luke," she moaned, "I love your dick inside of me."

"I've been wanting this again for months," I managed through ragged breathing. Amara drove herself down onto me again and ground her ass in small circles on my lap.

"Wait, wait, wait," I hurried, her sudden change in movement nearly finishing me off.

"Oh, you like that?" Amara teased. "Let me show you what I can do riding you reverse."

She dismounted and turned herself around on top of me, giving me a perfect view of her soaking wet pussy. Before I could admire her any further, she guided my cock back inside. Like before, she stopped with only my tip inside of her.

"Ready, baby?" Amara looked back at me, a mischievous smile on her face. I moaned in affirmation. She shifted her stance so her knees were wider and began twerking on the tip of my cock. The hypnotic shake of her round ass was almost enough to distract me from the feeling of my tip rapidly entering and exiting her warmth. I don't think it ever came fully out. Amara was a master at this. She switched from her up and down movements to a side to side sway and back again seamlessly. Then she sat down completely, taking my cock to its base, and ground out her orgasm.

"Luke," she moaned, adding a scream of pleasure as I felt her convulse around my throbbing cock. "Fuck. Me."

I thrust into her, and she started moving on top of me again. Quicker, this time, with determination.

"I want ... you ... to cum ... for me," she managed between moans. "Tell me... when... you're close."

I was close. I matched her movements, and Amara leaned a little. The change in angle was enough. The final thrusts into my step-sister were heavenly, my cock fitting perfectly in her slick pussy.

"Amara I'm almost there..." I managed.

She took my length one more time before quickly raising off of me. In a flash, her lips were a tight seal around my cock, and her head was bobbing with impressive speed. Amara wrapped several fingers around my base and stroked me in time with her mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned. Amara kept sucking until my cock tightened and I exploded into her mouth. She kept sucking and gently stroking until I had nothing left to give her.

"Aaahh," She said, tongue out, showing off the load that she would go on to swallow. "Mmm. I like the way I taste on your cock."