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All characters are eighteen or over, there is some blackmail reluctance in this story, if that isn't your ideal please read something else as I have no wish to offend anyone, it was touch and go whether this went into incest or non-consent.
I woke up the following morning filled with lust, as my dreams had been quite explicit, involving both step sisters as well as my stepmother. None of us were related by blood, but the fact we lived under the same roof, as well as the words mother and sister, made it taboo in a sexy kind of way. Any kind of kink helped; after all the years I'd spent solely wanking, you kind of reached the end of porn.
You came to a point where you've seen most things PornHub and the other sites have to offer, the only difference being the pretty faces or the body types. But to me, they all seemed to lack invention, as if they saw us all as mindless wank machines where the story was superfluous.
Don't get me wrong; there are more than enough times I've proven them right, in anyone's Fapping career for that matter, but over time, a story would certainly help. I mean, the stepmother doing more than showing her tits before inhaling her son's cock, the little looks, the building of tension--that is where the stories in Literotica had them beat hands down, pardon the pun!
This is why the new situation where I found myself in control of my beautiful but frankly evil stepsister was driving me crazy. I couldn't get her eyes that bore into me as I invaded her sweet, warm, wet mouth out of my mind! She was fucking divine, and I had to have her. I'd been a little power-crazed, as I'd demanded them all. She would do nicely!
The knock on my door jolted my hand from my cock and the thoughts from my mind.
"Yes," I called, as the door was pushed open.
Susan came in wearing just her fluffy pink towel robe after her shower; her eyes didn't meet mine as she closed the door behind her. When she quietly approached me, she raised her eyes, begging me for something I hadn't quite worked out yet.
"We can't do the things we did yesterday again, Scott," she said. "You can't make me..."
"Ok," I said, simply cutting her off.
"What?" She asked, shocked that it had been so easy.
"You're right, of course, you are Susan. I'll phone my lawyer this morning and start the legal proceedings today."
"What, why?" "No, that's not what I..." she stuttered.
"Of course, that was the option you begged against yesterday, but if you've changed your mind and want to clean your guilty conscience, I'm agreeable; of course I am," I said, smiling. "I only failed to call him yesterday as you begged me so nicely, not to."
"No, Scott, that's not what I meant; I simply meant, you need to be reasonable; It was an accident; we didn't mean anything by it," she said quietly, realizing her predicament. She'd obviously spent the night searching for options while going over it in her mind.
"No, of course, setting up your sister to pretend to be molested so I'd rescue her, opening me to your blackmail attempt at my dead mother's money, was an accident." "I'm being unreasonable, wanting justice against you, Janie, Mellisa, and the prick who calls himself my father." I said, smiling coldly, "No, the fact that the whole family planned, coerced, and executed a cold-blooded blackmail attempt was an accident. I'm sure the authorities will agree with you." "You'll forgive me for wanting that clarified, though, yes?" I said, smiling as she wilted under the accusations, "I mean, it's not as if I have you on tape admitting it all now, is it?".
Her face was as pale as snow, now that her little theory had been blown wide open.
"So if you can kindly leave, I will call my grandfather to get a second opinion. I mean, he's trustworthy, so I'm sure he hasn't opened the emails I asked him to hold onto for me." It couldn't hurt for her to think someone else had copies of her confession, you know, just in case she had any more daft ideas.
"Y-Y, You said you wouldn't," she whispered, as a lone tear fell down her cheek.
"What, like you promised to behave! Yes, I can see where we'd disagree on trustworthiness." I sighed, starting to stand.
But she pushed me back, silently opening her robe and showing me her complete and utterly naked, perfect body. Her pussy was freshly shaven, her mound was clear for all to see, and her lower lips were perfect. Everything was so neat; she looked so delicious that I had to physically stop myself from leaning forward to lick her. After this morning's performance, she'd need to offer me everything on a silver platter.
I looked up at her, feigning confusion, as she scowled, knowing full well what I now wanted from her.
"Please Scott, let me please you, sir," she said. The sir was a nice touch if it hadn't sounded as if she was being dragged across broken glass when she said it.
"I'm not sure; this doesn't seem like something you want for yourself," I said, smiling smugly.
"Oh no, brother, I want to serve you. I do." She whispered as she pulled back the sheet covering my morning glory, the tent surely having given it away. Maybe not. As she gasped so sweetly, I almost forgot what a bitch she was, standing there naked before me.
I looked at her then, my cock twitched, with an 'it's not going to suck itself' look on my face, if such a look existed; if not, it definitely should!
She slowly stroked my cock, pumping it up and down, watching my face for any sign. When I licked my lips, she dropped to her knees, licking only the head so lightly that I was going insane. I stroked her cheek tenderly as she gulped before taking me into her mouth. Oh my fucking god! It was almost enough to turn this cynical atheist to the big man himself, because, fuck me sideways, she felt heavenly; to me, this was an experience.
A noise outside in the hallway had her jerk back, standing up and closing her robe, her eyes going wide, as a firm hand knocked on my door.
"Scott," my dad called out.
"Fuck off!" I eloquently replied.
"We need to talk; it's about the case, son, and there's been some bad news!" I could hear the smile in his nasal voice.
"Fuck off!" I repeated it just as eloquently as the first time.
"Now you listen..." was his response before I interrupted him.
"No, you listen, Dad," I said, my voice sugar-sweet. "I could give two fucks what your lackeys say."
As Susan slipped into my bathroom, he burst in with Mellisa my evil Stepmother, and I jumped up, my firm cock swinging in the breeze. Mellisa couldn't take her eyes off my hard young cock, weighing in at a solid seven to eight inches long with a girth I was particularly proud of.
"Oh, for fuck's sake! Cover yourself up." Dad cried out, shooting evil glares at an entranced Mellisa who was openly staring.
"I didn't invite you in, so no, fuck off!" I said, squaring my considerably well-muscled shoulders. Just then, Janie came in to see what the commotion was.
"Oh my God!" She cried out, taking in my muscles, six-pack, v-shaped swimmer's torso, and my swollen twitching hard cock!
