[MF] Last Christmas I Fucked My Step-Sis (PART TWO)

[READ PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9akrx/mf_last_christmasi_fucked_my_stepsis_and_now_this/)

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When I first wrote my original post a few days ago, I didn’t expect to write a ~sequel~ for two reasons: the first one being I didn’t think that many people would care, and the second reason being I didn’t know if anything more would happen with Lauren. I certainly wanted it to happen, but finding alone time this trip has been extremely difficult, and this is not Fifty Shades. We’re not at the level where we are fucking in helicopters and shit.

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It’s not like we can tell my mom and Mark, “We’re gonna go rent a hotel together so we can fuck without you guys knowing. We’ll be at the Marriott on 4th street if you need us!”

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Also, my mom’s house is pretty small and old, so it’s hard to sneak a fuck when they are here. We’d have to be VERY quiet, and I’m not sure that’s possible. So yeah, after I sent her the photo on Christmas Eve, she found every way possible to tease me. Later in the day when my mom and Mark went to prepare dinner in the kitchen, she walked over to me and sat on my lap. She was wearing a black dress.

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“You know they’re coming back in a minute…”

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“I know.”

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“So if your dad walked in right now, how would you explain this to him?”

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“I’m just sitting on your lap. It’s not like I’m grinding on you or anything.”

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She, of course, started grinding on me. Her ass went back and forth, side to side, up and down. I was mesmerized. I reached around her and squeezed her tits, pushing them up to where they were almost spilling out of her dress.

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“I’ve missed you,” I whispered.

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“I can feel,” she replied.

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The voices of my mom and Mark started to sound closer and closer, so Lauren jumped off my lap and went back to her seat before they walked back inside the living room. I looked down at my lap and could see the outline of my cock through the material of my black jeans. Lauren tossed me a throw pillow from the couch and I placed it on my lap.

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“Well, dinner is just about ready,” my mom said, motioning for us to join them in the dining area. Lauren got up first, and like the fucking superhero she is, she distracted my mother as I got up and shook out the erection. Yes, it’s possible.

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Thankfully, I did not sit across the table from Lauren during dinner because I know she would have tried some risky ass shit under the table. Dinner was uneventful, at least when it comes to the sexual side of things. Mark did talk about global warming though. I can’t remember word for word how the conversation went, but it was something like…

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“It used to snow so much here when I was a kid, now we’re lucky to see a good snow storm three or four times a year.”

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“Global warming…I tried to tell you,” Lauren said.

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“I believe it now. That’s why I’m thinking about trading in my truck.”

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“I thought you said you were trading it in because the gas was too expensive,” my mom chimed in.

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“Well, yeah, but also because of the environment.”

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“You should get a bike,” Lauren said.

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“A bike?”

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“Yeah. Your work is like three miles away.”

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“Hm.”

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“Oh, come on! Don’t act like you’re considering that. You know you’re not going to get a bike. You won’t even walk the neighborhood with me.”

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And then Mark talked about how his New Year’s resolution was to lose weight, and perhaps the bicycle would be the perfect thing for him…and the environment, of course. I’ve always found it interesting how most people won’t change the way they live their lives, even if it’ll help someone else, until it’s beneficial for them to do so. BUT THIS IS GONEWILD STORIES, so let’s not start that conversation.

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After dinner, we watched Home Alone and opened one present each. It was around 9:00 or 9:30 and I knew there was a movie theater in town, and I also knew that my mom and Mark weren’t big on going to the movies, so I figured that was our way out. I suggested we should all go watch a late showing. My mom and Mark declined, but said, “You two should go. Hang out together. Bond.”

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And bond we did. We took Lauren’s car because it was the last one in the driveway.

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“We’re not going to the movies, right?” Lauren asked as she slowly drove down the street.

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“I was hoping you knew of a secluded place around here…”

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“I know a few,” she replied and started to drive a little faster now that she had a destination in mind.

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I reached my hand over, pulled up her dress and slid my hand up until it landed on her inner thigh. The warmth from her pussy just inches away. If my hand were a blanket, it’d be too close to the furnace.

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“I’ve been waiting to fuck you again,” I said, moving my hand higher until it landed safely on the material of her panties. I pressed my thumb firmly against the fabric. Slowly, I moved my thumb in tiny circles. Lauren focused on the road, but I could tell by her breathing that she was getting distracted. I slipped my hand inside her panties, ran my middle finger down her lips to collect the little bit of wetness at her opening. I used it to coat her clit and began rubbing it gently. She moaned.

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I continued to just tease her the rest of the drive. By the time she pulled up at the destination, her wetness had soaked into her panties. She pulled into a small parking lot. There was a building off to the side, it appeared to be an old gas station or something.

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“We’re good here?” I asked.

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She nodded and climbed over to my lap, “I want you so fucking bad,” she said before we started making out. In the madness of this fervent display of sexual frustration, I pulled down her dress and kissed down her neck to her beautiful breasts. I sucked, bit, and licked her nipples. My hands slid up the back of her dress and grabbed her ass. And I would like to say she expertly lifted herself up, unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down over my massive erection and then lowered herself on it.

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But her car is small, so the love making stopped for just a minute as she opened the door to give me room to pull down my pants and push the seat back. She pulled down her panties while she stood there and then jumped back in. She slid right on top of my cock and let out a low moan as she took in every inch. My hands went back to her ass. There wasn’t much room for smacking, so I squeezed and squeezed some more.

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Lauren brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them and then rubbed them against her clit as she squirmed all over my dick. I kissed up her neck to her ear and kept my mouth there so she could hear every moan and groan from me, “you feel so fucking good,” I whispered. She started to grind faster and faster. I leaned forward to press our bodies closer together.

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“Fuck, fuck…yes!” she moaned as she came. Her movements slowed down a bit as she paused for a moment to catch her breath. She then lifted herself off my dick and moved back to her seat, so she could lean over and take my cock into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the head and then sucked her juices off. She wrapped her hand around my dick and pulled it out of her mouth to instruct me to, “Cum down her throat,” she then went back to work. I lifted myself up a bit in my seat to go deeper in her mouth. She gagged and gagged, but didn’t stop.

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“I’m gonna cum,” I told her. She stayed strong in her position. My cock pushed deeper into her mouth as I unloaded. Shot after shot of cum hitting the back of her throat. My cock twitching inside her mouth. God it felt so fucking good. I didn’t think I’d ever stop cumming. She took every last drop.

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She licked her lips and looked up at me. I wasn’t done with her. I pushed her back against her seat and spread her legs. I slid two fingers inside her pussy and leaned forward to suck on her tits. I fingered her for a minute or two before moving to her clit. She pulled me up for a kiss and then moaned against my lips as I continued to work her clit with my middle finger. I was gentle with the touch and tried to maintain the same rhythm. It didn’t take long for her to cum again.

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“Jesus…” is all she said as she leaned back and brought her hand to her face. “I sometimes forget to breathe when I’m about to cum and my face starts to tingle. That’s when I know it’s good.”

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My face didn’t tingle, but I’m pretty sure if my cock had gotten any harder, people would have been using it to hammer in nails and hide their keys under.

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“You are fucking incredible,” I told her.

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“Is it the deepthroating? Guys always find it so impressive, but really it’s just easier to swallow the cum that way. It just goes right down.”

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“So you’d be down to do it again?”

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“Of course,” she brought her hand down to my growing cock and then lowered herself to start sucking once again. She sucked for a solid five minutes before I shot another load down her throat. This time, she slid her tongue all around my cock to clean up every last drop. We talked for a bit after that and then drove home. Thankfully, my mom and Mark were already in bed when we arrived, so our disheveled appearance didn’t make them suspicious.

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I’m leaving to go back home tomorrow. I’m writing this as I’m packing. I probably won’t get another chance to fuck Lauren before leaving, so forgive me as I sulk. And to those wanting photos of her, I’m sorry to let you down. I’m not sure how I would even bring that up to her. Like I said, I’d never post photos of her without her permission, and I feel like it would ruin things if I was like, “Hey, so I’ve been telling strangers about our sex, and…” but who knows. I can show more photos of my dick? No? No one wants that.

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