How I Became My Stepbrother's Slut: The New Adventures
Author's Note:
Remember, this is an authorized non-canon extension of the story, How I Became my Stepbrother's Slut written by Farleven. If he wishes, he may add to his original story and take it into a different direction, in which case, the two universes will become separate.
This erotic fanfiction is only suitable for adults ages 18 years and older. If you are not 18, or are averse to reading erotica, stop reading now.
All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 years old or older.
This story contains scenes of stepbrother and stepsister sex, an insane orgy, and a threesome! It's longer than my previous entry, so I hope you enjoy it!
Constructive criticism is always welcome. Rude comments and insults will be deleted.
Hi, I'm Terri, and these are my stories of being my stepbrother's slut.
"How is it that you can do what you do?" I asked him with a sudden bout of curiosity after another one of our romps in his bedroom.
"I have no idea how this started. I went to bed all normal, and then I woke up with these abilities. I can tell you what it's like, though," he said.
Brandon took a deep breath before he explained. "It's like if I focus hard enough, people's faces, features, and clothing just kind of go away and I see shadows with patterns of light inside them. One pattern swirls around people's heads, and another pattern swirls and crisscrosses all over their bodies."
"Oh my god, that must have been a real shock when you started seeing this." I consoled, imagining what it would feel like if it happened to me.
"Thankfully, I could turn this 'second sight' on and off at will," he said as I rubbed his chest.
"So, I was seeing these patterns, and I thought, 'could I change these patterns? How could I do that?' So, I just kind of focused, and thought to myself, 'change...change...change,' and with only a mental command, the pattern changed."
"Wow! How did you know to change your pattern into this gorgeous hunk?" I asked as I reached lower and rubbed his impressive cock.
"I experimented with just teeny, tiny, changes for starters. First, I controlled my breathing, and it helped to hold out my hands in front of the mirrorΒ--like I was physically moving things. The pattern wasn't that complicated, but there was a learning curve; in fact it was a little bit of a mess at first. So, when I moved a line of light here and there, my body changed. At one point, I grew fatter, taller, or shorter, but I was able to put myself back together."
"I'll bet it scared and excited you at the same time," I said, stroking his cock.
"Mmm, yeah, it did, but then I had an idea. I turned on my computer and watched some handsome men on porn, movies, and reality tv. I could see their patterns, even though I was only looking at a screen, and I just copied them here and there until we have what you see now," he explained as he started rubbing my full breasts.
"Ooh, I see. I do like my new breasts, but Susan was having a slightly rougher time with it." I told him with a bit of regret.
"What do you mean? She doesn't like them?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"She likes them, but it was a little hard to explain to her mom. Susan had to hide them by wrapping them up tight with an elastic bandage. Then day after day, she loosened the bandage and explained it as a sudden growth spurt," I stopped stroking his cock and felt a little frustrated when it seemed like my stepbrother didn't care about any consequences.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. Things seemed to work out, though, right?"
"Yeah, I guess it did," I conceded. "By the way, Miss Ceppita won't be joining our group, will she?" I asked nervously.
"Ew, no! I just made her forget everything she witnessed," Brandon assured.
"Okay, phew! I don't want a piece of that."
"Yeah, me neither."
He turned out the light, and we went to sleep in minutes.
*
I shared two classes with my stepbrother, history, and gym. Our school's gym class had a swimming unit that lasted two weeks as part of the senior year program, but it was optional. If students didn't want to do the swimming unit with Miss Kozicky, they could do floor hockey with Mr. Grandy. I had a love/hate relationship with this. I've loved swimming ever since I was a little kid. I was even on the swim team, but I wasn't too thrilled with this part of gym class because it always separated us.
The ones who did floor hockey didn't look so good in a swimsuit, so they often got ridiculed and body shamed. I had nothing to worry about, but I didn't like this. Still, it was what it was.
"Hey, don't forget your swimsuit and goggles today. We're starting our swimming unit in gym class," I said to him as we were showering together. He was kissing the side of my neck while soaping up my tits and stomach from behind.
"Oh?" he said with a naughty grin. "Hmm, that might be fun."
Gym was our last class of the day. Including myself and Brandon, there were seven boys and nine girls, and of course, we were all attractive. Brandon was especially proud of his new body. The young men were allowed to wear whatever swim trunks they wanted, but us ladies had to wear a one-piece swimsuit, not that anyone was complaining.
In addition to teaching gym class, Miss Kozicky was also our school's swimming coach, so I knew her well. Her years of swimming gave her a killer figure, just like it did for me. She had blue eyes and a short strawberry-blonde bob haircut that went just past her earlobes.
She wore a navy-colored one-piece swimsuit that rode high on her hips and accentuated her c-cup breasts. I could see the outlines of her nipples and it made me grin. She had us stand in a line a dozen feet from the pool alternating boy-girl-boy-girl with her standing before us. Before she spoke, I saw her rubbing her temple for a few seconds.
"All right, class, our swim unit starts today. The first thing we're going to do is learn CPR. Do any of you know this already?" our teacher asked. A few raised their hands.
"Okay, good, some of you know. I need two volunteers, hmm. Can I get Brandon and Terri over here, please?"
The two of us eagerly stepped up to Miss Kozicky. I wondered what she had in store for us, and by that I meant Brandon.
"So, here's what we're going to do," Miss Kozicky explained. She walked over to a bin full of towels, grabbed a bunch, then walked back. She started placing them on the ground, and we took the rest from her to help.
"Let's pretend me and Terri just pulled Brandon out of the pool, and he's not breathing. We have to perform CPR until the paramedics get here, and we don't stop until they do, or he starts breathing, whichever comes first." Miss Kozicky said, setting the scene.
I was starting to wonder if Brandon was going to do anything to shake things up.
"Okay, so Brandon, could you please lay down on the towels?" she politely asked.
"Sure," Brandon said as he nodded. He then laid down on his back and closed his eyes.
"Good, now Terri, could you kneel on the other side of him?" she said, gesturing to his left.
"Okay," I answered with a slight grin.
"All right, now the first thing to do is to breathe air into his mouth. This is called mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. It kinda looks like a kiss." Miss Kozicky bent over and pressed her mouth to Brandon's.