Celle was named by her mother after the German town where she lost her virginity to a US Army captain when she was a young Air Force sergeant stationed in Frankfurt. Hating the name when she was young, Celle had gone by Michelle all through high school. It was the name her ex-stepbrother Jace knew her as. Thinking of Jace made her wonder again, did your step siblings become ex just because your respective parents divorced? Jace had always been cool and she felt a lot of angst when he vanished from her life at thirteen.
The reason she was thinking of Jace now was because he had just walked into the Tucson bar where she twirled a straw in a her strawberry margarita, looking cute as she sat on a bar stool, her tight skirt hiked up around her thighs, pink streaks in her dark wavy hair and a pierced left nostril. Her whisky brown eyes lingered on his tight jean-clad ass as he strutted to the pool table. Then she frowned as he and her target Tuco shook hands and began to speak.
She had spent the last three months establishing her cover as early twenties independent prostitute, hoping to identify or at least get a lead on the man selling arms to Tuco. All of their data pointed to someone stationed at Fort Huachuca, probably in intelligence. Jace was dressed in tight jeans and a black t-shirt that showed off his rippling muscles. But he wore paratrooper boots and she thought she made out an airborne tattoo on his right arm.
“Chica,” Tuco called, gesturing for her to come over with his custom K-Mart pool cue. Tuco and she weren’t actually that close. She had established a fun, flirtatious relationship with him over these past months, but had resisted anything more. But he obviously wanted to play the big man with Jace, which made her former stepbrother even more suspicious. Sliding off the bar-stool, she walked over to Tuco, putting a little over the top hip action into her stiletto clicking walk. Shew wasn’t worried that Jace would recognize her as his five years younger little ex-stepsister. She’d been flat as a board and thirteen and nearly four inches shorter. Now she was a curvy five foot six inches with ripe, fully breasts the size of a pair of fresh picked grapefruit and hips any mother hoping for grandchildren would love.
“Hey baby, what’s up?” She asked. Tuco was her height. Jace towered over both of them at six foot four. She almost slapped Tuco when he reached over and put two hundred-dollar bills in her front shirt pocket. She wore a tied up white men’s dress shirt with a pink bra and a plaid skirt that hugged her hips.
Tuco smiled. “You’re my sweet little puta, show my man a good time.”
Celle forced herself not to frown. She was undercover in the role of prostitute. But she wasn’t actually a prostitute. Certainly, she’d never let Tuco pimp her out. But then she felt the weight of Jace’s arms on shoulders and smelled the musk of his cologne. These combined with a shocking heat that emanated from his body as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “So Tuco, you don’t mind if we finish our business after?”
Tuco laughed. “Yeah. I know I told you I’d have the money right away, but we got delayed. Let Celle take care of you for two or three hours and then we conclude our business.”
When Jace pulled Celle in so that her full bottom was pushing against his thick, package, her mind flashed back to juvenile fantasies and she knew that even if it broke all the rules, even if it gave Jace the wrong idea about her, or jeopardized the operation, she would fuck him. Turning around, she smiled up at him. Thirty minutes later, they were in a second-floor room at the Paradise, a cheap by the hour motel that was regularly cited for allowing prostitution to take place on its premises.
Inside, they feverishly began to remove each other’s clothing as they kissed, her against the wall. Quickly, the kiss turned into something more than a kiss as his hands slid casually slide onto her hips, her heart fluttering and his hands slid further around her. And then, somehow, they had moved to the bed. Naked now, his tongue eased delicately across her lips as they kissed lying on the bed, her pulse racing. He broke the kiss, moving to her breasts, taking her nipple into her mouth, sucking, while one hand massaged her other breast. As his tongue flicked her nipple, she felt little electric shocks setting it tingling and throbbing. She wanted to protest, but what came out was a breathless groan as he licked and sucked and fondled her aching breasts. The she felt him parting her legs, his thigh grinding against her pelvis, producing delicious sensations and emotions that adding to her feeling of breathless helplessness, almost as if she were once again a child crushing on her older stepbrother.
His right hand moved up and down her body, stroking and caressing her breasts, her belly, her ribs and hips and bottom, and then slid right across her pussy. He kept moving away, teasing her and massaging and circling her clit, but he kept returning again and again, fingers pressing down against her right – there –where it made her legs turn to rubber. And then he was on top of her and it was no longer his fingers pressing into her wet slit. She moaned and her legs curled up around his ass as he pushed his thick cock into her eager vagina, sending shock waves through her body. She shuddered and gasped aloud and her hips rolled and ground against him. Soon, her hips were thrusting up, matching him as he rose and plunged into her. His cock penetrated so deep, she couldn’t help moaning. At the same time, he kept teasing other parts of her body, biting down on her nipple and sucking harder still.
When it finally came, the orgasm seemed to come from out of nowhere. Suddenly it was as if she were having a seizure, her hips bucking, her back jerking and arching, her head rolling and jerking from side to side as choked, animal sounds emerged from her parted lips.
As she collapsed limp, gasping, chest heaving. He grasped her buttocks and literally lifted her up, and then he climaxed, his cock pulsing hot seed into her eager pussy. She shuddered, her body feeling utterly relaxed as he held her, his cock slowly softening inside her. Then she heard him say, “God Michelle, it’s been what? Twelve years? What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/f0z9b3/fm_stepbrother_and_stepsister_meet_after_not
Loved every bit of it, especially the ending. Hoping for a part 2.
Great story! I love the ending, especially.