The Step-Sister (Pt1)

*(When she returns from college, his step-sister comes to visit his new home .*
*Somethings can never be forgotten…and somethings have to be continued…)*

The cool air was refreshing on his face as he sat next to the open window. This summer had started early and had arrived with a thick, heavy and humid heat. The afternoon air brought some comfort as he sat there, relaxed and waiting. He was waiting for his step-sister to arrive. She was coming over to see him and they hadn’t seen each other in almost a year.

She had left for college and moved into dorms and he had moved out of their family home and bought his first small house with his girlfriend.

They’d grown up together. Their respective parents had divorced quite young and then his dad had met her mother at a work conference. A few months later they’d all moved in together and had made a makeshift family…of sorts.

It wasn’t until almost 10 years later that they’d admitted and acted upon the other connection and feelings they had. That had built up over years of tease, torment and denial from them both.

He recalled how he would tickle her and she’d wriggle in his arms, rubbing herself against him. He would try and hide his erection at first, ashamed and embarrassed, but she was only a couple of years younger than him and certainly no fool. She’d pretend not to notice and wouldn’t say anything but she would focus her attention and motion against it. Maybe it was her denial that allowed her to get away with it. He’d climaxed in his pants on more than one occasion when they played their little game. She must have known, by his grunting or his cock going soft, maybe even feeling the wetness slowly soaking through. Again she’d never said anything, not until a few years later when they first started fooling around and then fucking.

His thoughts continued to their first kiss but then he got distracted by the sound of a car pulling up and then a car door slamming. She was here. He felt his cock twitch and begin to swell a little just at the thought of her being close.

He stood up and straightened his clothes and brushed his hand through his hair in an effort to make himself a little more groomed. Of course, he’d showered already and put on decent clothes. He hadn’t shaved because she always said that she liked him a little rough looking. Damn, he was already trying to impress or seduce her…probably both.

He stood and walked across the wooden floor of the living room and out into the hall, to the front door and opened it in anticipation.

The heat hit him first, followed by that welcome breeze, the sun behind him he could see the beauty of nature, the beauty of powerful and vibrant life. Lush green lawns, flowers blossoming and trees strong with vivid greens and browns, all set in an almost ethereal orange hue of the summer sun.

But none of that compared to her. She stood, hand on one hip, bratty as ever in her pose. A tight white top and short, blue, summer skirt. Her outfit easily revealed her curvaceous, nubile figure, her ample, perky and firm breasts, over her taut abdomen and then her strong and contoured thighs, all the way down to her firm calves onto her tiny ankles and then her feet, currently concealed by white ankle socks and pumps.

He realised he was absolutely standing there being a total pervert and lifted his gaze to her face. Her porcelain white prettiness, framed by that wild, long red hair and finished to perfection with pouty lips and fire green eyes.

His cock began to really swell now, shifting under his pants.

He had to move his stance casually, trying to hide his efforts to push it down with one hand as he cleared his throat to speak.

She beat him to the casual formalities.

“Hey bro.” a wide smirk spread across her doll-like face before she continued “How’s it hangin’?”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ybemrg/the_stepsister_pt1