Sorry it's been forever since I posted the first 2 parts. Life, you know?
A few people said that the previous parts of this story were too short, so this is much longer.
Part 4 (the final part, probably) is coming along nicely and should be published some time before 2024.
I read a story on here recently where in the introduction the author said "This is set in England, sorry if that offends anyone." Which amused me, and I'd like to echo that warning and apology.
All characters are at least 18 years old and you should not be reading this unless you yourself are at least 18 years old.
Hope you enjoy.
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How do you go back to normal after your stepsister has sucked your cock?
It was a few weeks since my stepsister had given me a blowjob and every time I looked at Chrissy I imagined her lips around my shaft, or the way she'd looked after swallowing my cum, or the bliss on her face after I got her off.
Hiding my erection had become a full time job. I think she knew it too, and I think she was thinking the same thing, occasionally I would catch her looking at the bulge in my trousers or staring off into space in a day dream. At night I would lie awake thinking of her while I jerked off, imagining that she was in my bed with me, so that we could kiss and touch and maybe more. Once or twice I tried to stop thinking about Chrissy so I looked at pictures of an ex of mine, Stacy, jacking off as I remembered the times we'd made love but as I neared my orgasm Stacy's face turned into Chrissy's and I came to the mental image of fucking my step-sister. That night I fell asleep feeling a mixture of shame and desire.
I also found myself wondering if that was it, just one morning of need, of lust, or if there was something more going on between us. Obviously I was fast becoming infatuated with her, but were her glances simply glances, or did she feel the way I did? Did she want more to happen? Our parents, thankfully, seemed quite unaware that anything had happened between us. After all, what parent would suspect their children of being intimate with one another?
One evening I was coming home from a night out with friends, I hadn't had much to drink because I had to start work early the next day so I was feeling just the right side of tipsy, enjoying the cool April air.
As I opened the front door I could see that the TV was on and that Chrissy was lying on the sofa wearing a white crop top and some denim shorts. For a moment I stood admiring her, her slim frame, her messy blonde ponytail, the way her clothes hugged her body. It brought a smile to my face just thinking about how cute she was.
I called out to her and she waved vaguely at me. I retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and went to join her on the sofa.
"Budge up", I instructed, tapping her foot. Chrissy sighed dramatically and lifted her legs so that I could sit down and then dropped her feet into my lap.
"Did you have a good time?" she asked, not looking away from the TV.
"Yeah, it was alright." I answered, and then I gestured at the TV, "What's this?"
"Princess Diaries 2."
I rolled my eyes.
Chrissy laughed, as though she knew what my response would be even without seeing my face.
"Hey, it's a classic."
"I'm pretty sure you're the only person who thinks that."
Chrissy shrugged and changed the topic.
"I thought you'd score tonight. I didn't expect you home so early."
"Nah. Didn't feel like it. Besides, I can't leave my stepsister home alone for too long, she might accidentally burn the house down."
Our parents had also gone out for the night to some fancy restaurant.
At that Chrissy finally turned to look at me and pulled a face. "Checking up on me? I'll have you know that I am responsible and sensible."
"If you say so. I seem to recall you leaving the bath tap on too long and flooding the bathroom 2 days before Christmas."
"Honestly!" Chrissy exclaimed. "I make one small mistake and nobody lets me forget it."
Every time she had run a bath since then her mother would supervise to make sure there were no more mishaps.
"Anyway," I changed the subject, "why the interest in my sex life?"
"I dunno," she shrugged, "You usually hookup on a night out is all."
She waited until I brought the water bottle to my lips to take a sip and then continued: "You're such a man-whore."
I snorted, spluttered, and coughed as the water went down the wrong way.
"You take that back." I gasped, Chrissy simply stuck her tongue out in reply.
After I had recovered I tried to think of something to say to get back at her.
"The way I look at it, I have enough sex to make up for the lack of it in the rest of the family. Mum and dad don't have much sex, I know because the walls of this house are quite thin so you'd be able to hear them going at it-"
"Gross."
"... And we both know you're not getting any."
Chrissy's face turned sombre and I knew I'd hit a nerve.
"It's different for girls." She muttered.
"I know", I said quickly, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just kidding."
"Like, if you have sex with a load of girls everyone thinks you're cool, but if I went out and hooked up with a guy who can't keep his mouth shut then suddenly it's 'Oh Chrissy's well easy, just get a few drinks in her and then she puts out,'" Chrissy sighed and shook her head, "I'm just waiting for someone I trust. That's why I was excited to suck your cock a few weeks ago. I mean, you're not likely to go bragging to all your friends."
I frowned, trying to think through her words.
"That almost makes sense," I said.
"Don't sound so surprised," Chrissy shot back.
We lapsed into silence after that and she turned back to the TV, I wasn't watching but I didn't particularly want to go to bed either. After a few minutes I started mindlessly stroking her legs and she didn't object. I could feel myself getting hard and smiled at the idea that just touching her smooth skin could get me going like some horny teenager. Chrissy sat up and I stopped but she just shuffled closer to me so that she was all but sitting on my lap, with her legs dangling off the sofa.
"That doesn't look comfortable," I observed.
"Shhh." She replied, and laid her head on my shoulder, her face buried in my neck.
"Now you're not even watching the TV."
"Sshhhhh." Chrissy reached out and grabbed my hand that had been massaging her lower leg and brought it to rest on her thigh, and let out a contented sigh.
We sat like that for a while before I heard the soft snoring that told me she had dropped off to sleep.
I must have fallen asleep too because a while later I started awake to see the end credits of 'Princess Diaries 2' scrolling down the TV.
I squeezed Chrissy's knee and whispered, "hey, wakey wakey sleepyhead."
She murmured in protest but opened her eyes and yawned.
"That was a good movie." She declared, making me laugh out loud.
"You were asleep for the end of it."
"I know, but still. Oh, my butt's gone to sleep, let me move around," and she climbed onto my lap so that she was straddling me, I let my hands rest on her hips and we stared silently at each other, she licked her lips and then slowly leaned in to kiss me, her lips felt soft against mine and the smell of her perfume was intoxicating, she smelt of roses.
I made myself pull away from her.
"Mum and dad could be back any minute," I hissed.
"I hope not." she replied and she kissed me again, I kissed her back, our mouths opening and our tongues meeting as I grabbed her arse and squeezed her cheeks.
Chrissy broke our kiss and looked at me.
"I wondered how you felt about what happened after Jenny left. I mean, I guessed you had fond memories of it because you seem to get a hard-on every time you look at me now."
"Yeah, I saw you looking a few times."
She grinned.
"Hard not to."
And then we were kissing again, I moved my arms around her waist and pulled her tight to me as she moaned into my mouth, savouring the feel of her soft lips, I pulled back and bent down, planting soft kisses on her jaw, then on her neck before sucking the skin of her throat.
