My Soon-To-Be Stepsister Borrowed My Phone And Found My NSFW Photos [MF]

*”Thanksgiving is a time for families to come together… not CUM together”* — my brain after fucking my soon-to-be stepsister the day before Thanksgiving.

Hello. I’m 27-years-old and come from a broken home. My parents got divorced when I was in high school and my dad moved across the country with a new woman one year later. I hated him for a while. I remember listening to a bunch of “I hate my dad songs” alone in my room. Not understanding the anger I was feeling was actually just pain.

I didn’t talk to him (except for the rare birthday phone call) for several years, but during COVID, we kinda reconnected. He has changed a lot and we started to talk like once a week on the phone. He invited me out to visit him and his new family, but I wasn’t ready for it then, or the following year.

But when he invited me for Thanksgiving 2022, I decided, “Why not?”

I flew across the country and was introduced to his new fiancee (Sara) for the first time. She was 10 years younger than my mom. I wanted to hate her, but she was actually super nice. She seemed to always be smiling. She’s a hairstylist. She’s also divorced and shares one daughter with her ex-husband. And wouldn’t you know it, this daughter was home for the holidays.

“Hey bro,” she joked as she introduced herself, “I’m Florence.”

*(her name is not Florence. I’m just calling her that because I believe she looks similar to* [Florence Pugh](https://images.bauerhosting.com/legacy/media/5e28/763c/fa58/99b5/61c1/20fe/FlorencePugh.jpg?format=jpg&quality=80&width=960&height=540&ratio=16-9&resize=aspectfill)*.)*

We gave each other a casual hug. Florence was on break from college. We actually celebrated her 20th birthday the night I arrived. Her birthday was three weeks prior, but because she couldn’t come home then, Sara insisted on celebrating now.

We went out out to eat at the hottest restaurant in town, which was a generic version of a Benihana. My dad lives in one of those towns that get freakishly happy every time some chain restaurant decides to drop a new location. We were originally going to eat at the new Red Lobster, but the wait time was over an hour.

Florence and I sat next to each other during the dinner. We were able to talk some, but it was loud, and there were pieces of shrimp flying over our heads, so there weren’t many deep conversations taking place.

“I’m so glad you decided to come this year,” my dad said amidst the chaos.

“Yeah, mom is doing her thing with Jake’s wife’s family, so I figured it was the perfect time.”

Jake is my brother, and his wife’s family is super wealthy and super obnoxious, so there was no way I was going to spend Thanksgiving on their ranch.

“How is Jake?” my dad responded.

“He’s okay. Married rich, so that’s nice for him.”

“He still won’t talk to me.”

“You just have to give him time, honey,” Sara said, as she swayed a bit in her chair. She was already a little drunk, “Florence didn’t talk to me for over a year when I left her dad.”

“It’s been over ten years,” he replied.

“Well, you know men. They’re not always in touch with their feelings.”

“Speaking of men who aren’t in touch with their feelings, can you drop me off at Brandon’s on the way back?” Florence interrupted.

“You’re still with him?” Sara asked.

“Kinda? I don’t know. We’re exploring our relationship.”

Sara laughed, “Exploring your relationship? What does that even mean?”

“Whatever we want it to mean, mom,” Florence replied, sounding a little annoyed. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “She’s a drunk.”

Her breath against my ear did something to me. I know it shouldn’t have, since she’s kinda like my stepsister, but it did. There was no denying it. My soon-to-be stepsister was hot. Fuck.

The rest of dinner was uneventful. Florence and I jumped in the backseat of my dad’s Ford Taurus. Florence gave him directions to Brandon’s house, “Turn right!” she yelled as he nearly missed the turn she had been telling him about for the last five minutes.

As we pulled up to Brandon’s house, Florence opened the car door, “Wait!” Sara shouted, “Do you have your phone?”

“Yes, mom, I have my,” she checked the back pocket of her tight jeans, “Wait,” she checked the other pocket, and I watched her ass the entire time because I’m the worst.

“I guess I left it in my car,” she said.

“You can’t go without a phone,” Sara responded.

“Then let me have yours,” Florence shot back quickly.

“I need my phone.”

“For what?”

“You can just take mine,” I interrupted, pulling my phone out of my front pocket.

“Are you sure?” Florence replied.

“Yeah, I have my laptop back at the house.” I leaned forward, handing her the phone, “Code is 333000”

“Thank you,” she smiled brightly at me and then gave her mom evil eyes as she shut the car door and ran up to the front door. My dad started to pull away, but Sara stopped him, “You have to wait until she gets inside, what’s wrong with you?”

When we arrived back at my dad’s place, he showed me to my room and the bathroom I would be sharing with Florence, “Keep it clean,” he said to me, which I found to be odd. What did he think I was doing in the bathroom? After giving me a full tour, he and Sara went out in the backyard to smoke and drink some more.

I was exhausted from all the traveling, so I took a shower and jumped in bed. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I didn’t wake up until ten the next morning.

I stumbled my way out of the bedroom, splashed my face with water and walked outside to find Florence eating a piece of toast at the dining room table. At the kitchen counter, Sara was in the middle of making a smoothie.”Good morning,” I said, my voice sounding raspier than usual.

“Morning,” Florence smiled.

She was wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a white t-shirt. I glanced down at her thighs as I took a seat across the table. I wouldn’t describe Florence as skinny, but I wouldn’t describe her as chubby either. She was what people cooler than me would call “thick”, I suppose. As mentioned above, she looked a lot like Florence Pugh. She was short, probably no more than 5’2, and had blonde hair that came to an end at around her shoulders.

“Your phone’s on the table in there,” she pointed back toward the living room.

“Okay, cool. Thanks.”

She stared at me as she took another bite of her toast. A slight smile on her face as she chew, “Am I missing something?” I said with a confused look on my face.

“No, I’d say you’re definitely not missing anything,” Florence responded.

Before I could reply, Sara turned on the blender and the noise filled the room for a solid 30 seconds before finally coming to an end. She poured the smoothie inside a cup with a lid and then dumped the blender parts in the sink, “Can you put water in those for me?” she asked Florence as she walked toward the front door, “I’ll be back later.”

And with that she was out. Apparently, the day before Thanksgiving is prime time to get your hair done. My dad worked at the post office, so he was also going to be at work all day.

“Got any plans for today?” Florence asked me as I stood up and walked to the pantry, trying to locate something to eat. I pulled out a package of pop-tarts and tore open the packaging, stuffing a delicious room temp, mass produced pastry inside my mouth.

“Don’t think so. I don’t really know anyone here. I’ll probably just watch Christmas movies all day. What about you?”

“mmm, no, not really. I was gonna go to Brandon’s again but we got into an argument, so yeah, I guess I’ll be watching Christmas movies with you.”

About an hour later, I settled on to the couch and turned on the television. I was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a crewneck sweater, dressed appropriately for a cozy day on the couch.

I scrolled through the various streaming options as Florence walked out from her bedroom, still wearing the same outfit from before.I watched as her thighs jiggled slightly as she made her way to the couch. She sat on the cushion next to me, curling her feet up under her.

“What are we watching?”

“I think I’m feeling Home Alone,” I replied.

“Checks out,” she laughed.

The movie started playing, and before Kevin Mcallister could even lose his shit over the lack of cheese pizza, Florence dropped this bombshell on me, “I saw your dick,” she said, not breaking eye contact with the TV.

“Uh, what?” I responded, thinking I must have heard her wrong.

“On your phone. I was bored last night and went through your photos. Who are those for?” ([photo in question](https://www.redgifs.com/watch/pasteladmiredirishwaterspaniel))

“I just take them sometimes,” I said.

“You just take them?” she laughed.

“Yeah, like in case anyone ever asks,” I replied, not realizing how incredibly dumb that sounded.

“Well, I don’t blame you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just mean, if I had that nice of a cock, I’d want to show it off as well.”

“Oh,” was all I could say. She caught me completely off guard. I mean, what is one supposed to say when their soon-to-be stepsister compliments their cock? I don’t think there’s a manual for this conversation.

We went back to watching the movie. At around the point when Kevin starts quizzing a drugstore clerk about the credentials of a toothbrush, Florence said softly, “I’m cold,” she then instructed me to move over to my side. I moved over, to where my back was resting against the cushion. She slithered in front of me and with that, I was now full on spooning her. I put my arm around her and pulled her in close, because you know, she was cold!

Almost instantly, I got hard. The thin material of her pajama shorts pressed against the front of my sweatpants. She moved against me, I could feel the cheeks of her ass. I closed my eyes and attempted to pray the boner away, but apparently when you only pray once a year, and that prayer is about a boner, God opts to ghost you.

Florence moved again. This time it felt deliberate. It felt as if she dragged her ass against the outline of my cock. I had never been in such a ridiculously hot situation before, but I still didn’t know how far to take this, so I tried my best to focus on the movie. Kevin was setting up booby traps, and here I was in the middle of a booty trap.

Instinctively, I slid my hand down from her waist, to her thighs. I ran my hand down to her knee, before coming back up, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. She responded by grinding her ass against my cock. I leaned forward, whispering in her ear, “You’re making me so fucking hard.”

Without saying another word, she turned around to face me. Our lips just inches away from touching. I made the first move, leaning forward and pressing my lips against hers. We eased into the kiss, growing more passionate as the seconds passed. It didn’t take long for our tongues to touch. I slid my hand down her back and grabbed her ass. I squeezed it roughly and pulled one cheek to the side. She moaned into my mouth.

She reached down between us and placed her hand on the outline of my cock.As we continued to kiss, her fingers danced up and down my cock, which was still covered by my sweatpants, “I want to see it… in person,” she whispered breathlessly. She slid down the couch, pulling my sweatpants down with her. My cock jumped free. The relief was incredible.

She positioned herself between my legs and wrapped her hand around my dick, “It’s even better in person,” she smiled before sticking out her tongue and licking the head. I jumped and let out a whispered “fuck” as she dragged her tongue down my shaft and then back up to the head, taking it just barely inside her mouth.

She twirled her tongue around the head of my cock. Her eyes still open at this point, as if she was examining my cock, “It’s so pretty,” she said before opening her mouth and taking it inside once again. I reached down to grab her hair to keep it away from her face. She looked so fucking beautiful, “Good girl,” I told her.

Florence took nearly my entire length inside her mouth and gagged. When she came back up, spit covered the base of my cock. She ran her hands through it and used it as lube to stroke my cock as she flicked her tongue against the head. She looked up at me as she did this, but just briefly. She then pressed my cock to the side, so she could move her lips up and down the side of the shaft. This “move” is by far my favorite when it comes to blowjobs. I let her know how much I liked it with my moans and the aggressive grabbing of her hair.

“Come up here,” I moaned. I didn’t want to cum yet and I was seconds away. She worked her way up my body until she was firmly on top of me. We shared another deep kiss, “I want to taste you now,” I told her and then guided her up my body until she was sitting on my face.

I kissed the outside of her pajama shorts, pressing my lips against the soft material. I then kissed her bare thighs before she lifted herself up briefly to pull down her shorts. She sat back down. My mouth impatiently waiting for a taste. Her pussy lowered down to my mouth as I stuck out my tongue, dragging it down her lips. I wanted to tease her more, so I made sure to kiss and press my tongue everywhere except her clit.

I could tell how badly she wanted me to make contact with her clit because her grinding against my face got more desperate and rough. “Ohh, ohh, fuck please” her moans grew louder. Seconds later, I moved my mouth to her clit and sucked on it gently, “FUCK!” she yelled out. I looked up at her and apparently she had removed her shirt at some point because she was now grabbing her tits.

My mouth continued to play with her clit. I flicked it gently with my tongue as I sucked. Her wetness was all over my chin and mouth. I loved every fucking moment of it. I wanted more. My mouth continued to explore her pussy. When she started to get close to cumming, I’d move away from her clit.

Eventually, the frustration grew, “Please, fuck,” she moaned. I went back to her clit, sucking on it with more pressure, occasionally flicking it with my tongue. She let out a high-pitched moan this time and her body arched back. I reached up and grabbed her tits as she came all over my face, “Ohhhhhh,” she moaned loudly.

After licking up all her juices, she moved back down my body and I expected her to lower her mouth down on my cock again, but instead she lowered her pussy down on it, “Holy,” was all I could get out before my words just became moans. She felt so warm and inviting. She let out a soft moan as she worked her pussy up and down my shaft. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I moaned.

This seemed to encourage her as she picked up speed a little. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I lifted myself up to meet her body and pulled her in for a kiss, “You’re gonna make me cum,” I whispered against her lips. She moved her hips a few more times before sliding off my cock and moving down quickly to take it inside her mouth. “Fuck,” I moaned, trying to grab on to the couch for support as I came hard, pumping shot after shot of cum inside her mouth.

She continued to suck and swallow as my cock pumped against the back of her throat.”Oh, ah,” I moaned as the head of my cock became too sensitive to touch. She gave it one or two more licks before crawling her way back up body. My dick continued to twitch between us, her head now resting on my chest.

We finished just in time to watch Kevin defeat the wet bandits, “What’s next?” she asked once the movie finished.

“Home Alone 2?” I smiled.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zdd1eg/my_soontobe_stepsister_borrowed_my_phone_and