This story depicts familial interracial love, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Delilah was late getting in tonight, a rare event in itself. Her father frequently pulled her leg about how few times she was out of the house on an evening, often adding that at her age it was a rare day when he wasn't at a party. He knew full well, and it had to be said secretly approved, that she was trying to focus on her studies and therefore rarely went to parties. Not that she wasn't invited as she had a sizeable group of friends that regularly checked in with each other and made sure to include her even though experience had taught them that she would normally refuse. She had an agenda and that end goal was not to be deviated from; it had been drummed into at a young age that hard work now would pay dividends career-wise later on.
Her birth mother had been all the proof she needed that if you wasted opportunities in your youth it would make the uphill climb of adult life even more trying. This had led Delilah to live with her father with infrequent visits to the shithole her mother now lived in; her mother really was her own worst enemy. Delilah's stepmother was more like her father, they had met while working together, and Delilah saw how much more compatible Monica and her father were. They had been a couple since Delilah was 8 and had set up in a very nice house along with Monica's son Robin, a similar age to Delilah albeit he attended a different school. Delilah felt for Robin as his father had died when the lad was still young, at least she could still visit her mother when she felt the need whereas Robin would never get the chance. Although the two would never be best friends, Delilah and Robin got on well for the sake of their parents and she was glad that her father had been the steadying hand Robin had needed at a crucial time. It probably helped having two children in the house of a similar age so that family time and trips out were easier to organise.
Delilah liked Robin, he was quiet but conscientious and always polite but then she could understand as it was a reflection of Monica's parenting which Delilah also appreciated as she was the perfect maternal influence for her stepdaughter too. Robin was more gregarious than his stepsister and yet he was able to knuckle down when there was a deadline to be met which resonated with his stepsister and made her appreciate what life had pitched her in compared to some of her friends who told horror stories of stepparents; those people in the group who didn't have a stepparent were very much a rarity.
Tonight would change everything though. Delilah crept into the house trying to be as quiet as possible, it wasn't shockingly late but she didn't want the gentle chiding from her father and as she approached the house, she could see the main bedroom light was off making her assume her father and stepmother had already retired to bed. As she walked past the living room, she could make out a glow from the television, obviously, the main light wasn't switched on. Curiosity got the better of her and Delilah peered further into the room to make sure it wasn't her father or stepmother in case she needed to remain quiet; she could make out the top of a head above the back of the sofa. She assumed it was Robin's from the blonde curly hair and part of her considered walking past the room and climbing the stairs.
There was another part of her that wanted to see what he was watching but she felt it an invasion of his privacy. 'What should I do?' she asked herself; craning her neck to see what was on the screen. A half step into the room brought the top half of the screen into her view and her breath caught in her throat. It was a movie playing on the screen, more specifically a porn movie. This alone was shocking enough but the female star was black, naked and very beautiful with large breasts topped off with piercings through her nipples. Her breasts were bouncing around rhythmically to a series of gasps and groans carrying to her ears, the sound obviously turned right down.
Now she knew Robin was under the same home internet search controls as her imposed by Monica which kind of made sense as to why he wasn't in his room on his laptop. Delilah also knew from the occasions Robin had friends around to watch a sports match that he had 'obtained' from rather dubious means one of those stick thingy's which meant the feed wasn't legal but as long as he invited her father to watch the match it was something that a blind eye was taken to, 'Did they know he could access porn on the same?' she wondered. She suspected not otherwise his mother would have taken a very dim view of the topic.
Delilah found herself rooted to the spot and yet couldn't look away from the graphic action taking place on the screen. Just at that moment the male star who was sitting below the black woman sat up to kiss her and that's when Delilah had a further shock as the man was pale white; a beautiful contrast with the female protagonist. She would have liked to stay watching longer but Robin fidgeted and that's when she got her third and final shock of the evening. He had his cock in his hand, working the fist up and down the length, obviously masturbating. As shocked as she was at seeing his dick out it was the thickness of the thing that had her head spinning. She had seen erect penis's before in textbooks but she was still a virgin and so had no baseline on which to compare a real one with one displayed in a dry book. This thing was beautiful and so thick.
She was going to get discovered at any second, or so she thought; Robin however was too fixated on the Lisa Tiffian movie in front of him to care so Delilah slowly and silently stepped back to the hallway, flattening herself against the wall while she got her breath back. 'What did I just witness?' she pondered, adding 'Why is what I saw affected me so much?' Ultimately, she pondered 'How often does he do this when everyone is tucked up in bed?' She deliberately pulled herself upright trying to be as quiet as she could, walked to the stairs and crabbed her way upstairs making sure to place her feet at the extreme edges of each step as she knew a couple of them creaked when you walked up the centre. Eventually, she made her way to her own room and as soon as the door was closed behind her, she leant her back against the wooden door; her heart still beating rapidly.
It was perhaps a good ten minutes before she stood upright once more and on some kind of autopilot got ready for bed; all the while replaying the scene from downstairs. Delilah lay in bed staring up at the ceiling willing herself to go to sleep but her mind kept recalling the sight of Robin's nicely dimensioned dick in his firm grasp. The more she considered that scene and the black porn star riding the white co-star, the more alert she got. She would eventually wander her hand down to her pussy and her fingers nonchalantly strummed away at her clitoris until she brought herself off; now sleep would overtake her.
Delilah was late rising in the morning and she was the last to leave the house which allowed her to continue replaying last night's scene. The shocking thing was that the memories were still making her pulse run which led to her nipples popping erect although she didn't register this fact until her arm brushed past one causing a series of electrical pulses to career around inside her. The entire day progressed for her but she was in some kind of trance and although a normal family evening meal transpired Delilah managed to remain quiet while the three others exchanged comments on quite a range of topics. She went to bed early claiming she 'Needed to revise for an upcoming test,' an excuse readily accepted by the others for its frequent occasion in the past.
Delilah did try to study but she was too distracted and she found herself still sitting at her desk as she heard her father and stepmother retire to their room. She had perhaps been staring at the same page of the book for twenty minutes or so before she heard one of the stairs creek, then another fainter still; someone was obviously descending the stairs, 'Was it Robin going downstairs?' she pondered. Ten minutes later curiosity got the better of her and she silently crept along the landing making sure to step on the edges and on reaching the living room was glad to see there was a faint glow as there was last night. 'Glad? Did I really just think that?' she questioned herself.
Slowly she peered around the door frame and found Robin was sitting in the same spot as yesterday. In what was now a well-practiced move Delilah took a half step to peer over him and found he was watching another porn movie while his fist was wrapped around his dick, working his hand up and down his length. The video was of a different actress, she was still black and looked a similar age as the one yesterday her breasts were significantly smaller but it was how prominent her dark black nipples appeared, sticking out considerably. Tonight, Delilah stayed longer until she could just make out a change in Robin's fisting, it seemed a bit more erratic than earlier and this was the point that Delilah stepped back and crept to her room once more.