[MF] Celebrating Thanksgiving Early Leads To Me Eating Out My “Almost” Stepsister

I never thought I’d be the dude on here writing a “stepsister fucking” story, but here I am. In my defense, she’s not technically my stepsister…yet. My father divorced my mother a few years ago. They had been married for over 20 years, so it was shocking to everyone. Apparently, my mom cheated on him with a woman. She claims it was only “emotional cheating” but some people say that’s worse. I love my mom, but she has an excuse for every terrible thing she’s ever done. She’s in a constant state of denial.

Anyway, after a year of emotional turmoil, my dad moved on and found himself a new lady named Mary. They met last year and things are going well between them. She’s super nice and also super divorced. Unlike my father, she’s been divorced for nearly 10 years and had been enjoying her 40s being single. She also has a 20-year-old daughter named Kara. She’s mixed (Mary is vanilla in every sense of the word, Kara’s father is Asian). I met Kara once during Christmas time last year. She instantly reminded me of Brenda Song. Now I don’t know about you, but I grew up with the *Suite Life of Zack & Cody* and had a major crush on London, so yeah…I felt some things the first time meeting Kara.

We only saw each other for two days, but during those two days, we connected. I wouldn’t say we became best friends or anything, but we got along well. I think it made my dad and Mary happy. I think my dad even made some comment like, “It’s like you two are already family” which was a bit awkward for me because I had already masturbated while thinking about Kara the night before.

Thankfully, Kara lives (and goes to college) on the opposite side of the country. She only visits during holidays and sometimes not even then, so I had only met her that one time. That changed last week though. My dad and Mary surprised us by inviting us to an early Thanksgiving celebration. They said “it was important” for us to be there, which I knew meant they were going to announce their engagement.

“You’re getting married, huh?” I asked my dad over the phone.

“What? No,” he replied.

“Okay, I’ll be there. Is Kevin coming?” Kevin is my older brother by just over a year. He’s 26, I’m 25. He doesn’t usually show up for these sort of things. He’s a bit of a loser. That’s what my dad calls him at least. I’m more understanding though. He struggles with depression and sometimes makes things worse by trying to cure himself with drugs.

“He’s supposed to come, but we’ll see how that goes,” my dad responded.

I only live two hours away from my dad and Mary, so it wasn’t a big deal for me. I packed enough clothes to last me a few days and drove there without a problem. When I arrived, Kara was already there. She had flown in the night before. She greeted me with a hug, which was an improvement from the awkward handshake we shared the first time meeting. Kara wore a pair of denim shorts and a loose-fitting white t-shirt.

“Hey! It’s so nice to see you again!” she said with a smile as we pulled away from the embrace.

“It’s been almost a year, huh?” I replied, and before we could continue the riveting small talk, Mary and my dad joined us in the living room. We all sat down and talked for at least an hour. I say talk, but it was more like an interrogation.

You know how parents are:

* “You seeing anyone?”
* “How’s that one friend doing?”
* “What are you studying again?”
* “Do you like your coworkers?”
* “What are you eating? Are you eating okay?”

After answering all the questions, I was allowed to relax and unpack in my room. The “Thanksgiving meal” was set for the following night, but they wanted to take us out to eat this particular night. They were just waiting on Kevin to arrive. He was supposed to be driving down today.

Fast forward a few hours later and Kevin still hadn’t arrived. My dad called him. No answer. Another hour goes by, and my dad gets a call from him. He’s in a jail nearly three hours away. He was pulled over on his way here, cop found some drugs in the car, and now he’s crying to my dad on the phone asking him to come get him like it’s his first day of school. Initially, my dad refused, but Mary talked him into it.

Kara and I decided to stay back at the house. Mary left us some money for pizza like we were teenagers or something,

“You don’t need to…” I started to say, but she interrupted me, “Just take it,” she smiled. And with that, it was just Kara and I inside the house. We ordered a pizza (and breadsticks, ’cause what’s a pizza without breadsticks?) and while waiting for the pizza to arrive, we tried to decide on a movie to watch.

As we scrolled through Netflix, Kara said she was “sorry” to hear about my brother.

“It’s okay. Maybe this is a good thing. A wake-up call or whatever.”

“Has he ever been arrested before?” she asked.

“Once, but it was for shoplifting when he was like 16. I’m not sure if that even counts.”

“Nah. I stole things when I was younger. Bras, mostly.”

“I never stole anything.”

“Never? I don’t believe you.”

“I mean, not that I can remember. I was a pretty righteous kid. You know how during Halloween some homes would just have a bowl of candy with a sign that read, “Take one” or whatever? Well, I’d only take one.”

Kara laughed, “That’s cute though.”

We finally decided on *Blue Valentine*. I had seen it, but she hadn’t and just like every woman in the universe, she has a crush on Ryan Gosling, so that made the decision easy. The pizza arrived and we placed the box between us on the couch. We consumed at least 75% of the pizza and 100% of the breadsticks. I moved the box down to the floor so there’d be more room on the couch.

Kara was sorta leaning on the arm of the couch with her legs spread out toward me. I was simply sitting like a normal person would, trying not to take up too much space. Her feet were just a few inches away from my legs. Kara was still wearing the same outfit from before, by the way, so I was getting a clear view of her gorgeous legs. I had on a t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

If you’ve watched Blue Valentine, then you know there are a few sex scenes. There’s also a scene where Ryan Gosling’s character goes down on the character played by Michelle Williams. Kara liked this scene.

“You see, movies need more of this.”

“More of Ryan Gosling eating pussy?”

“Well, sure, but just pussy eating in general. You always see the guys getting all the pleasure. It’s boring.”

“I agree. I’m a fan of eating pussy.”

And if this were a romance novel, this would be where Kara spread her legs and said something like, “Well get to eating,” with a seductive little smirk. But this is not a romance novel, and the situation that led to us having sex was much more embarrassing for me.

I started to get hard after this conversation mixed with the sex scenes. Yeah, 25-years-old and I’m getting a boner from a fucking sex scene. And because I was wearing the sweatpants, it was pretty noticeable. So when Kara looked over at me [and saw this](https://imgur.com/a/Eul5haq), well, she was a little shocked. I could see it in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I said and put my hand/arms on my lap to cover it up. She simply smiled and continued to watch the movie. A few minutes later, she wiggled herself down the couch a bit and pressed her feet against my hands. She was pushing my hand (which was blocking my cock) with her feet. I’m no fool, so I moved my hand and let her feet rest against the outline of my cock. She just left her feet there for several minutes. Not moving them at all.

And then, she slowly started to move them up and down the length of my cock. My breathing increased as did hers. I was still pretending to watch the movie, but when she started tugging at my sweatpants with her toes, I decided to drop the act. I pulled down my pants, revealing my cock for the first time. She stared at it, dragged her toes gently against it and then crawled over. I looked down at her face, which was just inches away from my cock. I was about to ask some stupid shit, like, “Are you sure?” but thankfully she pressed her tongue against the head before I could say anything.

She twirled her tongue around the head of my cock. Her eyes still open at this point, as if she was examining my cock, “It’s so pretty,” she said before opening her mouth and taking it inside. She continued to work her tongue against the shaft as she took in more of the length. I reached down to grab her hair to keep it away from her face.

“Fuckkk,” I moaned. This was by far the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. Yeah, I’ve had sex before, but there was something special about this. I suppose it was the ~taboo~ nature of it all. And the fact that she looks like Brenda Song didn’t hurt either.

She took nearly my entire length inside her mouth and gagged. When she came back up, spit covered the base of my cock. She ran her hands through it and used it as lube to stroke my cock as she flicked her tongue against the head. She looked up at me as she did this, but just briefly. She then pressed my cock to the side, so she could move her lips up and down the side of the shaft. This “move” is by far my favorite when it comes to blowjobs. I let her know how much I liked it with my moans and the aggressive grabbing of her hair.

She got the message and continued this for a minute or two, which was all the time I needed, “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum” I whispered, trying to catch my breath. She didn’t move. She continued dragging her lips and tongue up and down my shaft as cum shot all over my thigh, shirt, and couch. She let out a giggle and then licked up the pool of cum that had collected on my thigh, “Holy shit you’re so fucking hot” I told her.

And before she could say anything, I pushed her back down on the couch and crawled between her legs. I kissed up from her knees all the way to where her shorts met her thighs. I teased her, repeating this motion a few times before I pulled down her shorts and panties. There I was. The Ryan Gosling of the moment. I kissed all around her pussy, making sure to avoid her clit. I ran my tongue up from the bottom of her pussy all the way to just below her clit. I could tell she was getting frustrated because she tried to move herself down to meet my tongue. I locked her place by pressing down on her hips.

Then, as my tongue finally made contact with her clit, I released my grip and ran my hands up her shirt to her tits. I squeezed them roughly as I pressed my tongue firmly against her clit. She moved her pussy against my face, wiggling around on the couch, “Oh ohhh, ohhhh,” her moans seemed to get longer and longer. I started to suck on her clit gently as I dropped my hand down to tease her opening with my finger. I then slid two fingers inside, curling them up just a bit.

“FUCK!” she cried out. I continued to suck on her clit. Her hands were on the back of my head. She pulled on my hair a bit as I flicked her clit with my tongue. My fingers continued to massage her pussy. I could feel her wetness coming down my hand at this point. She was close, so I decided to ease off for a minute. I removed my mouth from her clit, but left my fingers inside her pussy. I continued to finger fuck her as I moved up her body and kissed her gently. I then kissed down her chin, to her neck, and then up to her ear, “Do you want to cum?” I whispered. She let out a, “Uh huhhh” in between moans.

So I went back down and pressed my mouth against her clit, sucking on it with more pressure, occasionally flicking it with my tongue. She let out a high-pitched moan this time and her body lifted up from the couch cushion. Her thighs locked me in as she came all over my fingers and mouth. I licked up all her juices and slowly worked my fingers out of her pussy as she came down from the high. When I looked up at her, she had a hand over her forehead and her head titled back out of exhaustion.

“I needed that,” she said softly.

My dad, Mary, and Kevin returned a few hours later, but by this time the cum stain on the couch had been cleaned up and Kara and I were in our respective bedrooms. The next day was awkward for multiple reasons. My dad and Mary announced they were getting married (shocker!) during Thanksgiving dinner. The wedding is set for Fall 2020, so that should be fun.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dzq0wb/mf_celebrating_thanksgiving_early_leads_to_me