The Step-Sister [Chapter I (Pt4)]

He watched her as she began her brief journey up the stairs, watched each step as the muscles in her legs became taught and then softened, each step giving him a more detailed view through the slats of the bannister.

He just caught a glimpse of her panties and the distinct edge of a dark outline where the wetness had soaked in.

This caused his cock to twitch again and reminded him that he needed to clean up a little and get himself presentable before Abby came home.

She got to the top of the stairs, knowing full well that she’d never been here before but that it was a two-bedroom house and finding the spare room would not be an issue.

In fact, as she walked along the landing, two doors were open except for one. The first door was to a bathroom, she’d check that in a little while. The second was clearly to the master bedroom, she intended to be in that very soon. Finally, she arrived at the closed door.

On opening it she was pleasantly surprised by its size, décor and the freshness of the air that wafted onto her face. Walking in and closing the door behind her she threw her bag onto the bed. She spun around, giddy that she had finally seen her big brother again and ecstatic and still aroused that he’d been inside her again, after all this time.

She sat on the edge of the bed, wiggled back a little further and brought her legs up, opening them a little as she kicked her shoes off and placed her feet flat on the duvet.

She put one hand down onto the bed to support her and took the other hand and slowly stroked it along the inside of her thigh until it reached the edge of her underwear. Slowly she stroked over her cotton-covered pussy until she reached the elastic hem of her panties.

Pushing her fingers under the elastic and onto the still electrified flesh that throbbed and pulsated between her legs. Gently massaging it, teasing it.

She collected another helping of their combined sex juices and pulled her hand out. Holding it in front of her, turning her hand over and back again, careful not to let it drip, she watched as it glistened on her first two fingers.

Bringing her fingers towards her and at the same time, she parted her lips and opened her mouth so that she could sample another delicious taste.

The sweet, salty deliciousness caused another stir inside of her, she licked at her fingers before putting them both in her mouth and sucking on them, devouring that delicious flavour as her fingers almost touched the back of her throat.

Holy shit! That tasted and felt so fucking good.

She gagged a little and pulled her fingers out. Taking her time to look at them again. Now they had an extra layer coating them, her saliva. Clear and suitably thick with a few little bubbles here and there.

She pushed her hand back under her panties and used the natural lube to massage her craving pussy. Feeling over the pert, little pink button that sent bliss throughout her body and then down to the familiar and intricate details of her labia as she slid them between her fingers.

Lingering there for a while, teasing herself.

She then scooted her ass forward a little so that she could slide her fingers down onto it. Using them to gently spread her cheeks until they found her tight, pink hole. She rubbed around it, pressing on it but not in. Fuck she wanted her brother in her ass. Spreading her. Stretching her.

Quickly and in order to not get too carried away, she brought her hand back up and re-focused her attention on her clitoris. Rubbing at it, pinching it a little. She wanted and needed one of those quick clitoral orgasms. The ones that gave you a buzz and left you a little giggly.

That would take the edge off, wouldn’t it?

Artfully working herself as only she knew how. Massaging, squeezing, pinching, resting and the occasional flick, all in the order that best suited her and her goal.

Lifting her supporting arm she fell back and lay on the bed. Her other hand now free she pushed it hastily and roughly under her top and bra. She felt the plumpness of her own breast but went straight for her nipple. She didn’t want to risk missing the moment and she loved how the nerves in her body connected her erogenous zones and wired and fired them together.

Right on the edge of that zinging little climax, she worked the final magic movements. Like watching a glass fall off the edge of a table in slow motion. The realisation that it was past the point of no return and yet still clung to the very edge. Then in a timeless free fall, the impact is only moments away. Finally, the uneasy sound of splintering, almost instantly followed by high-pitched shattering as the inevitable and satisfying destruction of form exploded.

She bit down hard onto her bottom lip, stifling her single moan as the climax hit her and she pinched and twisted both her nipple and her clit, the pain giving the pleasure that delectable sting.

Two sharp intakes of breath followed by a whimper as her body shuddered with the final flow.

She lay there, slightly breathless. In a dream-like state, present but drifting. Sated but still hungry, hungry for her brother. For his cock, for their sex and just to be close to him.

She heard a car pull into the driveway. The engine turned off and a car door opened and then slightly slammed closed. Footsteps, jangling of keys, one finding its way into the door of the house before that too opened and then closed.

A woman’s voice.

“Hi Hun, how was your day? Caitlyn here yet?”.

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