Stepsister Has Hidden Desires
Part Two - Masks
I arrived at her house and pulled into the driveway promptly at 7 p.m., the designated time. 'Stepsister' Vanessa met me at the door, but certainly not dressed like anything I would ever expect, a definite departure from her normal conservative look.
We might in time turn into secret long time lovers, but for now we were content with just being a secret. Instead of a bouquet of flowers signaling romance, I felt a young lush green plant implied a closer hint to where we were at this second come over.
The plant also signaled growth, something I think we both were looking for relationship wise. I didn't mind being a secret since I wasn't looking for love. I was fulfilling long time lustful desires. Vanessa was fulfilling long time sensual needs and desires.
We were meeting in the same place for different reasons. We completely understood the other's why, respected it, and basked in the knowledge that because we did, the pressure of a normal relationship, one that attempts to grow to eventually become as one, was not a plan nor our end goal.
After a long period of mourning and going without for so long, my stepsister just needed to be fucked, on a regular schedule. She said she needed someone dicking her that she could trust, and that she was attracted to, someone who she felt also desired her.
During our first impromptu session, Vanessa took charge to let me know that she was totally in control of this collaboration, and then described how she wanted to be fucked. Hey, I was flat out on board. I was ready to give her whatever kind of loving she required from me, as long as I was able to split her juicy, welcoming meat.
When the front door opened I could see the painted fingers of one hand extended around the edge of the door, welcoming me in, her body hidden, sheltered behind the door. Intriguing, I thought. Then, she stepped into view. Mutherfucker!!! I screamed silently in my head. "Wow!" Is what Vanessa heard me say.
More than once she tried to pass me the glass of wine, which I swear I didn't see, until she said.
"Brother, the wine." She held the half-full glass for me to receive. "Take it," she said softly, almost in a whisper.
I slowly held out my hand and took a swallow, my eyes taking it all in. I notice the dancing shadows on the Dining Room wall from the flickering candles I'm unable to see, but must be burning in the kitchen. The lights in the other rooms aren't off, but dimmed. The mellow was just right, and the scent was calming.
When Vanessa stepped into view wearing a form fitting black Catsuit with a zippered front revealing her bountiful bronzed cleavage, my dick sprang to life.
Her thin soled shoes were black with three inch red heels, and to drive home the point that this was going to be a special night, her eyes sparkled behind a soft shell black mask, Lone Ranger style.
Already high-rise tall, the added heel height gave her a dominant bearing. Vanessa stood at least three inches over me, placing her sensational breasts closer to my wagging tongue. The words, "The answer is yes," were written on the Catsuit over her left breast.
It was the sexiest come fuck me welcome I had ever received.
I took a swallow of the wine to steady my excitement. "Damn Nessa, how am I supposed to think about eating food when all this does is make me want to eat you, I mean, literally?"
She leaned forward and just before her lips touched mine, she said, "kiss me." I slipped my free arm around her waist and met her moist, inviting lips. She offered me the tip of her tongue, exciting me, then teasingly, took it back.
"I'm the dessert baby brother, she pulled back and said with a slightly sinister smile. Then, she took her index finger and traced a slow line around her pussy print. Just make sure you have enough energy for me."
She laced her fingers in mine and led me to the kitchen where two small bowls of salad bursting with color awaited us on her intimate glass dinette set. I could barely keep my eyes off her as she moved about the kitchen preparing our dinner plates, periodically dipping into her salad, and winking at me each time the fork slid between her curvy red frosted lips.
We talked while we ate. Halfway through the meal, I slipped off my shoes and reached a foot over to her seat, placing it between her healthy thighs. She didn't budge, so I went farther until I reached her twat, my big toe tickling the silky cloth covering her slit. She twitched, but kept eating.
We finished our meals and I removed my foot while Vanessa topped off our wine glasses. She nodded, inviting me to continue toe teasing her pussy. "That felt kind of good," she said.
Vanessa sipped her wine, then leaned her head back and opened her legs a little wider, silently encouraging me to touch, to feel more of her. "Umm." She moaned.
"How's your son doing?" I asked, while I continued foot massaging her fat pussy.
"Oh, he's good, he graduates in a few months, GPA looking good so far."
Neither of us spoke for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sexual tension enveloping the room.
"My son." she said, her facial muscles expressing some really deep thoughts.
"What?" I asked, sensing there was some covert meaning behind the tenor of those two words.
She smiled. "My son wanted to fuck me. She said. He was keenly aware of my loneliness, and in his twenty-something hormonal state figured he could help me while at the same time get his youthful voracious sexual appetite secretly satisfied."
