I had grown up a single child living with my dad after my mom left. She couldn’t take his drinking any longer and left when I was about a year old. My dad’s sisters moved in and took care of me. I recall a few times my mother visited to see me but nothing is very clear from those early days.
When I was about 7, my dad decided to get married again. My step-mom had a couple of kids from her previous marriage and so we were about 7 people living in a small house with just my dad’s job keeping us afloat. Naturally resources were stretched and soon one of my aunts got married and left. Still the money didn’t stretch far enough and I was sent off to live with my mother (who was going through her lesbian phase at the time and living with a butch gangster of a woman, guns and all).
So my relationship with my step-siblings was quite strained at the beginning and not very much sibling-like. I would visit my dad’s family over the weekend and weekdays were with my mom. As time went by, we became friends and eventually started to treat each other as friends, if not siblings.
Like most kids, we started exploring our bodies and getting curious about sex around the early teens. There was a lot of information sharing about the bids and bees with my step siblings, leading to some mutual masturbation with my older step-brother and with my step-sister who was the same age as me. When my dad noticed this he strongly admonished me and told me to back off. I stopped sleeping over at his place even on the weekends.
And that’s how it ended with my step-sister and me as teenagers. We gradually drifted apart and didn’t really get back to anything sexual ever again. However incest became a key theme for me in terms of porn (mostly written porn from Beeline books) and fantasies and I would masturbate every day thinking of my step-sister. I would keep pictures of her with me to look at when jerking off and would sneak into the bathroom at my dad’s place to sniff her underwear and lick the crotch of her used panties from her laundry basket.
Later on, Most of my wet dreams were about her as well. Even in my 40’s I would wake up after erotic dreams of me kissing her or performing oral sex on her.
Last year, we had moved to the same city as my step-sister and decided to reconnect as families. My wife and kids were good friends with her and her kids, although her (second) husband was a bit of a blowhard, I essentially kept things civil with him for her sake. I could tell that she is not that happy in her life especially after going through two husbands (first one was a complete deadbeat and the second one very overbearing). In our 40’s I thought we should be more of a family and support each other through the tough times as well as enjoying the good times.
I started to meet her for coffee or lunch occasionally just to reconnect and share our lives with each other. Both our spouses were aware and, of course, for them, it was not out of the ordinary for two step-siblings to keep meeting.
As we grew closer together I realized that I still had strong feelings of physical attraction for her. Both of us were not teenagers anymore but I guess that first flush of sexual excitement had a bit of an imprinting effect on me. The more we shared our lives and stories and issues with spouses the more we realized that both of us were only semi-happy in our lives.
Then one day we were reminiscing about our respective difficult childhoods. Somehow the topic of the games we used to play came up. Out of the blue she mentioned that our sexual explorations got her into a lot of trouble with her mom as well. It was quite embarrassing for me to have this conversation as I had never mentioned my sexual attraction to my step-sister to anyone. Her bringing it up suddenly caught me off guard and she could tell clearly that I was blushing and flustered and in general having a very difficult time. Like all siblings, she immediately pounced on this weakness and started to ask me very direct questions about what we used to do.
I realized that both of us were getting very excited and flushed and that’s when I decided to confess my feelings towards her. I told her that I still fantasize about her and that I masturbate to those fantasies almost every day. She told me that she was also thinking about the things we used to do more and more and it kept her sexually alive through both her marriages.
At that moment we somehow both reached out across the coffee shop table and touched hands. Immediately I felt as if I was a teenager touching a girl for the very first time. We both clasped our hands together and conversation stopped. It was time to head back home and I was supposed to drop her off at her place first.
We drove back in silence but were holding hands all the way back. It was as if we had found a lost loved one and didn’t want to let go. We arrived at her house and she asked me if I wanted to come in for a bit. No one was home at that hour and clearly it meant that we were going to take this further.
We walked into the apartment and put our things down. We stood close to each other and then I took a step forward and hugged her. She seemed to melt into me. My step-sister is a tall woman with strong bones and a few extra pounds. It was so good to finally hug her after thinking of her sexually for almost 30 years. I went in to kiss her and she responded back enthusiastically. She initiated the first deep French kiss with her sweet tongue entering my mouth aggressively. Clearly she too had been starved of attention from a loving person who truly knew her and cared for her.
We continued kissing each other and feeling each other’s bodies with our hands. As we used to do as teenagers, I slipped my hand into her pants and into her panties. While previously she had a thick curly bush of pussy hair, I was surprised to feel her completely waxed smooth. However she was still wet with excitement and dripping into her panties. Some things had not changed!
I thrust a finger into her pussy as I remembered doing earlier. She was of course looser after a couple of kids and about 30 years but it didn’t matter to me. Every fantasy I had ever had was suddenly coming true.
We continued to kiss and I continued to play with her wetness for a while. Then suddenly she pulled away. I thought this was it as this was as far as we had gone before. However she had this half-smile on her face and asked me to show her my cock. She wanted to see what had changed in the last 30 years. I dropped my pants and my hard cock sprang our at her. She was clearly surprised by the growth that had happened since she last played with it. She said it’s wonderfully different and yet the same. She knelt down for a better look and as my cock started leaking pre-cum she grabbed hold of the base with her fist and pumped it a couple of times. As the pre-cum dripped down in a long stream she swallowed the cock-head into her mouth with the pre-cum string stretching from her lower lip, to her chin and then on to her clothes. She closed her eyes and hummed. Then she took it out and said to me, “you still taste the same”. I asked her how come she remembers my taste as we never had oral sex before. She said that whenever we would play with each other, she would secretly lick her own fingers after she got my pre-cum on them. I laughed and told her that I did the same and about all the panty sniffing that I did over the years. She said, “How did I taste?”
I told her, “The sexiest most arousing taste and scent in the whole universe!”
She said, “Would you like to taste it again?”
I said, “Of course! I would love to!”
I took my fingers still wet from her juices and licked them while looking into her eyes. She laughed and said “No silly! Not from your fingers! Taste me like I tasted you!”
I laughed also and said, “Shall we move to the bedroom?”
She led me to her room and closed the door. I started to take my clothes off but she stopped me saying, “No! Let’s do this the way we used to do it as teenagers! Clothes only came off as much as we could quickly put back on in case our parents found us”
So I stopped taking my clothes off and started to pull down her pants and panties to her knees. I lifted up her shirt and saw her pussy for the first time in decades. It was strange to see it all grown up. It was the same but larger, darker and now completely hairless. It was still dripping wet the way I remembered it. I told her that it’s good to see you still get so wet. She sighed and said, “Baby, I haven’t been this wet in the last 15 years of marriage. No one makes me as wet as you do!”
I didn’t want to say anything more in response so immediately I leant over and give her pussy a deep and long kiss. Her juices flooded my mouth and she moaned my name out loud. I was finally licking my step-sister’s pussy. Something that I had fantasized about for years. While I was still licking her, she lay down on her bed with her knees off the bed and her pants still bunched up around her feet. I went deeper and deeper into her crotch with my face and could feel her wetness coating my mouth and lips and nose like spicy honey. She kept moaning and asking me to not stop. I would feel her getting close to cumming.
Suddenly she gave a loud moan and shuddered into her climax. A hush of her juices wetted my face I could taste her strong flavor intensely. She kept pushing my face into her crotch by grabbing my hair. It was the first time in my life that someone came so hard during oral sex.
As she calmed down, she pulled me up on the bed with her and hugged me tightly. I could feel her heart thudding in her chest next to mine. She reached down between us and into my pants to grab my cock. Then she said, “Enough of nostalgia! Take off my clothes and yours! Let me see you and feel every inch of your body on me.”
I laughed and started to take off her pants. Then I pulled her shirt off as well leaving her in her askew bra and soaked panties. It was half adult lovemaking and half teenagers horsing around. The connection we felt at that moment bridged not only two people but decades of time as well. Being totally comfortable with each other and having known (and lusted for) each other over the past three decades made these moments timeless.
As I started to take my own clothes off, I kept looking at her. Her expression changed from amusement to hunger in a way that made my cock stand up hard and throbbing. I crawled over her legs and give her weeping pussy a lick before kissing my way up from her belly to her breasts. Of course her breasts had changed the most over the years. Childbirth and age and gravity had changed the cones with barely any nipples into these wonderful hanging teardrop shapes topped by the largest and blackest nipples I had ever seen. They were like black cherries begging to be sucked into my mouth. I clamped my lips over one of them and sucked it into my mouth while lightly licking with just the tip of my tongue. My step-sister grabbed my hair with her fist and both pulled me into her as well as pushing her rib-cage towards me, arching herself off of the bed. These breasts and nipples were so different from my experiences with her years ago. It felt wonderfully different and yet her moans and her passion infused expression was the same. The wonder of the old and new combining in one moment was almost too much for me to bear.
Sis pulled me up into a deep kiss while her legs went around me and her hips came off of the bed rubbing her flowing wet pussy up against my hard-on. It was like being attacked by a hungry animal. I reached between us to angle my cock into the hot wet place I could feel calling out to me. As soon as I entered, it was like coming home.
In a matter of seconds I was hilted in my step-sister’s pussy. I was holding myself up on my hands and look down at her. She was looking into my eyes and had a half-smile on her face. She said, “You are finally where you belong.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e89mzb/my_stepsister_at_last_incyoung_to_old
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