It was past 2 in the morning when Tim saw headlights flash past his bedroom window. He put down his X-box controller and went to look out. Yep, as he suspected, it was his whore step-sister, just getting home.
He saw how slow her VW crept up the drive, swerving from side to side in slow motion. Then on one of its leftward swerves, it didn't swerve back. The little car hopped the curb, rolled across several feet of grass, and had a 2 mph collision with the shrubbery. The car door opened and Chloe rolled out. She crawled on hands and knees around to the back bumper, which she used to help haul herself to her feet.
Tim shook his head. What a dumb bitch, drunk off her ass and trying to drive.
Flopping around, she leaned against the back of the car, taking a wide-legged stance as she pulled her short skirt above her waist. Tim watched in disbelief as she pulled her panties to the side and proceeded to take a standing piss on the lawn. From his second-floor window, he really couldn't see much, other than the arcing stream sparkling in the moonlight, but damned if it didn't make his dick instantly hard.
When she finished peeing, she heaved herself up off the car and began weaving a drunken pattern toward the house, leaving her car parked in the hedge, headlights still on, and driver's door wide open. With the interior lights on, he could the giant form of her boyfriend Bodie, apparently passed out in the passenger seat.
Tim watched until the staggering bitch left his field of vision. Moving to his bedroom door, he opened it enough to peek out into the hallway. After several long minutes in which he had just about decided that the dumb cunt must have passed out herself somewhere along the way, he finally heard a thump as she made it up the stairs and crashed into the wall. She came into sight, leaning hard against the wall as she stumbled down the hall.
Tim, wearing only his boxers and socks, rubbed his hard dick as he watched the fucked up slut slide down the hallway, knocking pictures off the wall. Her tight skirt was still up around her waist and her panties were askew, barely covering her cunt. She made it to her room, heaving herself across and fairly falling through the doorway.
Tim slipped out into the hall and sidled up to peek through her open door.
Chloe was standing at the foot of her bed, swaying dangerously as she struggled to pull her top over her head. When she finally accomplished the difficult task, after having to brace herself on the bed a couple of times, she dropped the blouse, then pulled the straps of her sexy little bra off her shoulders and extracted her arms. Not even attempting the intricacies of the clasp, she merely pulled the lacy cups off her tits and pushed the stretchy band down to her waist, gathered it with her skirt and panties, then slid the whole lot over her hips and down her legs, drunkenly stepping out of the puddle of clothes.
By this time, Tim had his dick out and was slowly stroking it as he watched his hot little step-sister crawl onto the bed and collapse face first. He watched her unmoving form for a good long while, remembering the sight of her furiously fucking the anonymous dick at the Glory Hole, plus the feel of her prostitutionally proficient mouth giving him his first blowjob, unknowingly sucking his boner to a glorious explosion.
Tim glanced surreptitiously up and down the hall. Not that there was anyone to actually catch him. His bitch Stepmom Linda was the only other person in the house. But she occupied the master suite, which constituted its own wing on the far side of the house. He and Chloe were as good as alone here.
"Chloe, you need some help?" He barely spoke above a whisper, but his voice sounded harshly loud.
She did not stir.
He slipped into the room and eased the door shut.
It was pretty dark, the only illumination being the moonlight coming through the windows. Tim stood for a moment, his dick in his hand and his heart thudding in his chest. If she woke up and caught him...
Nah, fuck that--he knew her secret--she's a fuckin' hooker. Even if she did catch him, he could threaten to expose her. Still, he was trembling with a combination of fear and excitement. He stepped up to the side of the bed.
"Chloe," he whispered again as he reached down to give her shoulder a nudge, then in a louder voice, "Chloe?"
Nothing.
He let his fingers trail down the curve of her back and up the swell of her buttock. He explored the pliant globes of her ass with one hand while squeezing his dick with the other. She was a total bitch, but damn she had a great ass. Her skin was silky soft. He leaned in and touched it with his swollen dick head. It felt good.
He moved up and touched it to her face. A shiver ran through him as he pictured her sucking his dick through the glory hole. God, it felt so fucking good when he'd unloaded into her eager mouth. He dearly wanted to put it in her mouth again, but the way she was lying he would have had to turn her over. He wasn't feeling that brave, so he moved to her feet.
She was still wearing some white strappy high heels and he rose to rub his dick on her sexy shoes. Something about a pair of high heels on a girl really turned him on. He continued to rub against them as he carefully unbuckled the straps. He slipped off her left shoe, sniffed it, and dropped it with her clothes. Same thing with the right shoe, then he leaned down to rub his face in her feet. He didn't know why he did that, but he ended up licking the arch of her bare foot. Something about the curve of it excited him, so he licked the other. Then he put his dick between them, pushed them together, and slowly fucked the hollow in between with his saliva as lube.
His eyes were adjusted to the dim light well enough now that as he molested Chloe's dainty little feet, he was looking at her perfect ass with its sexy thong tan line. Her ass was so tight and tiny that he could see the puckered little starfish of her butthole and the slit of her pussy revealed by her substantial thigh gap.
As if in a trance, he slowly climbed up on the bed, trailing precum up her legs. He crawled forward until he was straddling her thighs, mesmerized by the sight of her exposed privates. He gripped both ass cheeks, thumbs on either side of her pussy, and slowly pulled it open. It was still pretty fucking dark in the room, but he was shocked to be looking straight into her goddamn vagina...
He had no idea it was so readily accessible from the rear--He could actually fuck her right now!
He supposed that was the idea from the moment he had entered this room. He hadn't been explicitly thinking I'm gonna fuck her. But here it was, literally staring him in the face. Could he do it? It was rape, right? Fucking an unconscious girl? And his step-sister to boot--was that really what he wanted?
Damn straight it was!
Still spreading her open with one thumb, he leaned forward to push his throbbing, aching, leaking dick down, placing the head directly against her hole. It was so hot, and slippery, one thrust and he would be in. He was trembling all over in anticipation. Time slowed to a crawl. He began to push. He could feel her pussy yielding, joyously blossoming to allow his hard dick entry like it was designed by God and Mother Nature to do.
Oh, sweet JESUS, it felt so good!
"Can't fuck my pussy."
