[M]y Stepsister’s Boy[F]riend

My stepsister, Britney, is a genuinely terrible person. Narcissistic would be a good description. It doesn’t help that her mother spoils her and acts very similar. I have no idea what my dad sees in her. I guess they bonded over losing a spouse.

I’ve never been friends with my stepsister, but we went through school together, and both live at home. Me after getting out of a long-term abusive relationship and she because her mom will take care of her. I don’t make much as a second grade teacher, but once I get myself together again I plan to get out.

She and I are so different. I’m a [petite redhead](https://i.imgur.com/DVZW817.jpg) and she’s a chubby brunette. I’ve had no shortage of guys after me, she hasn’t. But her “boyfriend,” and I use the term loosely for how she treats him, is a sweet guy. I’ve gotten to know him and truly enjoy spending time with him. He’s a sweet guy. He’s a bigger guy, 5’10 and 250 lbs, and deals with anxiety and depression issues.

Britney does spend time with Steven, but also keeps him dangling. She calls him her security. In the mean time she’s never fucked him, but brags to me about hooking up with random guys. She gives him just enough to keep him on her hook, but treats him so poorly. After 8 months, even while dealing with my own trauma, I couldn’t stay silent. He’s a good guy and deserves better.

I finally texted him on Friday. “Hey, can I come over? I need to talk to you about Britney.”

“What? Is everything ok?”

“Just let me come over and then I’ll explain.”

At his agreement, I headed to his house. I had been there a few times with Britney and we often chatted when he came to our house, so it wasn’t too unusual. When I arrived, we sat on his couch and his two cats came begging for attention. Again, unlike my step-sister, I adored them. And happily petted them while talking.

With a deep breath, I laid it all out for him. How he was a meal ticket, the way she bragged about not really loving him, the cheating. Everything. I couldn’t stand to see him go through even a fraction of what I did. As I finished, I rested my hand on his knee.

“It’s just…you could do so much better.”

“But can I? Really? I’ve had such bad luck with dating. I’ve cut off my narcissistic family. Maybe this is truly what is meant to be.”

“Yes, Steven. Just because you grew up fighting for affection doesn’t mean you should in relationships. You’re a great guy. You can totally find someone whose personality, sense of humor, and life goals more closely match your own. You could so easily find someone like me.”

Our eyes locked when I realized what I had said and how long my hand lingered on his knee. I pulled it away and dropped my head.

“Are you saying…”

“I guess I never thought about it, but we do mesh well. And I’ve always been into bigger, hairy dudes.” Steven just stared at me. “I guess part of what made me ignore my own trauma is that…well…I’m attracted to you.”

Instinctively, our heads leaned forward and our lips met. A quick kiss became two which became a make-out session. It was never my plan to end up here, but I was lost in the moment as he laid me down on his couch. I could feel his hard cock against me, separated only by the fabric of his clothes as his hands explored my body and his tongue explored my mouth. We broke only as we removed each other’s shirts. That is until I whispered in his ear to take me to his bed.

Stopping only to leave a trail of clothes, Steven took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. His hand was teasing my waiting pussy before we even fell on the mattress. His fingered entered my waiting hole, getting coated with my juices before he began to rub my clit. As he teased my nipples with his tongue, shivers ran through my body. Every nerve was electrified with pleasure.

My body count was low, but I was no stranger to sex. Yet somehow, even his fingers teasing me brought more pleasure than I’d ever felt in my life. My whole body convulsed and curled in on itself as his fingers brought me to orgasm.

I regained my composure and moved down the bed, finally taking a good look at his hard cock as it throbbed in my hand. Slowly, I moved my lips over the tip and filled my mouth with his length. As the tip hit my throat, I slowly retracted my head, rubbing my tongue around him. Steven held my red hair out of my face as he moaned at my motions.

When the slow teasing became too much, he pushed my head away and quickly moved to position his mouth at my opening. His warm breath tickled my clit before I felt his tongue run across my slit before flicking against my engorged clit.

“Fuck!” I moaned out. “I’ve never…ooooh…no one has…ahhhhhh…first…time…oral.”

The words barely formed as I subconsciously tweaked my nipple while he teased. My body was still in a heightened state from my previous orgasm. It didn’t take long before I was biting my lip and grabbing his sheets as I twisted and shook in pleasure.

“Ginger snap (Steven’s nickname for me. Britney hates it).” He moved up to me, his tip pressed against me. “Britney and I have never…”

“I know.”

“It’s been a while for me.” I shifted my hips against him.

“Me, too.”

He leaned towards his bedside table and his cock dragged against my body. “I need you so bad right. Just fuck me.”

I don’t know what came over me. I’d always doubled up on protection with making partners wear condoms and having an IUD, but I was so overcome with desire that I wanted all of it.

Steven teased me a few times with the tip, making me plead for him to fill me. With one push he was fully inside me, filling me with his body. As he pushed in and out, my hips moved to meet his and take him deeper. Every movement of our bodies caused my whole body to tingle with pleasure. Feeling the curves and flare of his head and feeling his shaft inside me was indescribable.

It was honestly and truly the best sex I ever had. I don’t know how he was so in tune with my body, but his motions adjusted with my pleasure and I experienced my first unassisted orgasm from penetration. But I was broken from my reverie as he announced he was about to cum and I quickly jumped off the bed and got on my knees. As Steven reached for his manhood, I grabbed it and began to stroke him.

[Steven covered my body in cum](https://i.imgur.com/O8zQeI9.jpg) The warm, sticky goo coating my chin and chest.

“Holy shit.” I panted.

“I told you it had been a while.”

“Not just the cum. All of it. That was literally the best sex I’ve ever had. Grab your phone, though. I need a picture of this. One or both of us might need it later.”

After he took the picture, we cuddled in his bed. I told him he was the first guy to fuck me without a condom and the first to eat my pussy. We lay there chatting for a while.

“Do you have to go home tonight, Beck?”

“I should, but I don’t want to.”

“I don’t want you to. Let’s at least get something to eat.”

“And I’ll text dad that I’m a bit intoxicated and staying with a friend.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y4ak3t/my_stepsisters_boyfriend