Forced Stepmother & Stepsister Sex
Sad and grieving over his loss, John, the next door neighbor, sought his revenge on my stepmother and my stepsister for sexually teasing him after his best friend, Bill, died.
Author's Note:
Even though a stepmother, stepson, stepsister, and/or stepbrother are not related by blood, because they live together in the same house, sex between them may not be deemed incest but, certainly, sex between them is deemed incestuous.
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Our next door neighbor, 48-year-old, John, forced 18-year-old, Timmy, his 45-year-old stepmom, Valorie, her 21-year-old daughter, June, Tim's stepsister, to undress. He ordered them to strip themselves naked. Not stopping with just having them remove their clothes but also, if having them strip naked wasn't enough, he forced them to have sex with one another.
Oh, the shame of it all is being forced to strip naked and have forbidden sex with your stepson, your stepbrother, and your neighbor at gunpoint! If it wasn't enough to be naked in front of your immediate family members and your next door neighbor, it was even more humiliating to have sex with them, too. Except for Tim, who'll be masturbating over this day for the rest of his life, his stepmother and stepsister will be in therapy for a long time because of this.
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It all started innocently enough. Not expecting anything like this to happen, especially on this tragic day, it all occurred on the day of my dad's funeral. He had COVID and succumbed to pneumonia. Sparing him further suffering, he died in his sleep in his hospital bed.
A big eater, heavy drinker, and a two pack a day smoker, he put himself in danger by drinking, smoking, and overeating. A diehard football fan, he had season tickets to the Baltimore Ravens. Again, putting himself in danger by being susceptible to germs being spread in a large crowd and not wearing a mask is how he, no doubt, contracted COVID.
Our next door neighbor, John, my dad's best friend, after everyone had left, remained behind to help my stepmother and my stepsister clean up the house and put away the food. There was so much food, too much food. With their too much food for us to eat, we gladly gave some of the food to him. Only, unbeknownst to us, John had ulterior motives by getting us alone.
With our refrigerator and freezer already full to capacity, we had no place to put the excess food. Fortunately, we had a second refrigerator and a freezer in the garage. John volunteered to take some of the food out to the garage. Then, when he returned, something that we never expected him to do, he pulled out a handgun.
"Take off your clothes," he said in his loud, booming voice.
As if he was an intruder intent on having his sexual way with us, he looked from my stepmother to look at my stepsister before looking at me. We all laughed. Of course, we thought he was joking. After being so sad with my dad dying, he broke up the tension with his humor.
Only, shockingly, and fearfully, he wasn't joking. He was serious, deadly serious. Demanding that we remove our clothes, he pointed the gun at my stepmother, at my stepsister, and at me.
Even then, with him a family friend that we had known for years, we continued laughing. We figured the gun was a toy, a water pistol. But the firearm didn't have one of those plastic orange pieces that they put on the nozzle of a toy gun to distinguish it from a toy and not a real firearm. Upon closer inspection, with none of us ever seeing an actual gun up close before, the handgun looked real to us.
When we still didn't obey him by undressing, he ordered us again what to do. Only, this time, he was angry. Serious to show us that he meant business and wasn't kidding, he demanded again what he wanted us to do but louder. Impatiently angry for us to undress, he said it loud enough to scare us.
"All of you. Undress! Take off your clothes. Strip yourselves naked," he yelled. "Do it! Now!"
He pointed the gun at each of us. With him giving us no choice than to obediently obey him, eventually, embarrassingly, and reluctantly, we undressed. We removed our clothes in front of one another and in front of him. With him holding a gun on us, we all stripped ourselves naked. What choice did we have? The man had a gun.
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Something that I've never seen before, as nervous, and afraid as I was sexually excited, my sexual fantasy coming true, I was about to see my stepmother and my stepsister without their clothes. Something they had never seen before, they were about to see me without my clothes, too. I couldn't believe we were about to see one another naked. If it wasn't enough that I was about to see their naked tits, asses, and pussies, they were about to see my big, erect, naked cock.
Protecting us from him by willing to do anything that he asked, immediately obeying him, my stepmother was first to undress. As if I was watching a stepmother having sex with her stepson in a porn movie, I watched my MILF of a stepmother ever so slowly, sexily, and seductively remove her clothes. Obviously, by taking her time while, no doubt, trying to think how to defuse the situation, and giving us a chance to escape, she hoped to give him what he wanted by putting all of his attention on her.
As if she was a stripper on stage about to dance around a pole to music, she obediently removed her clothes while sexily teasing him. Something that I'll be masturbating over the rest of my life, that is, if he didn't shoot me dead, I couldn't believe that I was going to see my stepmother in her bra and panties. I couldn't believe that I was going to see her topless. I couldn't believe that I was going to see her naked. I couldn't wait to masturbate over seeing my stepmother standing before me in the nude.
Not wanting to miss a thing, continually staring at her, I never removed my eyes from her undressing. I only wished that I had my cell phone. I wished I could have taken photos of her slowly, sexily, and seductively undressing. Only, I didn't have to take her photos. John videoed my stepmother, my stepsister, and me undressing. He captured it all on his cell phone.
"I'll send you the video later," he said to me with a wink and a loud laugh.
'Well, with him planning to send me this video later, at least, he won't kill me now,' I thought.
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Not believing my eyes, as if I was imagining this while masturbating myself, my eyes bugged out of my head and my mouth hung open. I watched my stepmother unbutton her blouse, expose the front of her brassiere, and remove her blouse. The first time that I saw her in her sexy brassiere, I stared at her standing before me in her low-cut bra. I stared at the tops of her meaty, jiggling breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage.
She had big and beautiful breasts. I stared at all that I could see of her dark, pink areolas through her sheer brassiere. I stared at the erect impressions of her big, light pink nipples. I loved my stepmother's tits. I couldn't wait for her to remove her bra. I couldn't wait to see her naked breasts. I couldn't wait to masturbate myself over seeing my stepmother's naked breasts.
Then, not stopping with just removing her blouse, she unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt, allowed it to fall to her ankles, and squatted down to remove that, too. Quite the sight to see, a memory that I'll never forget, I stared at my stepmother in her bra and panties. Thanks to our crazed neighbor, I couldn't believe that I was seeing her in her sexy lingerie.
I stared at her sheer, white, bikini panties. I stared at her patch of brown, bushy, pubic hair that I could clearly see through her panties. Then, when she picked up her skirt, folded it, and turned to place her skirt on the couch, I stared at her shapely ass, her ass crack, and the back of her pussy. Indeed, for a mature woman past her prime, she had one hell of a sexy and shapely body.
As if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head, I stared at my stepmother. With her obediently obeying him and ready to remove her bra and strip herself topless, I watched my stepmom reach around behind her and unhook her bra. As if she was removing her brassiere in slow motion, I watched her remove her bra.
As if I was in her bedroom watching her undress, I watched her undressed in our living room. She removed her bra straps from her shoulders. Then, while holding her bra cups in place with her hand, she removed her arms from her bra straps. Finally, again, sexily teasing him, she slowly removed her bra cups from her breasts, first one and then the other.
I stared at my stepmom's naked breasts as if I had never seen a woman's naked breasts before. I continued staring at the shape and the size of her big, naked breasts. High up where they should be, her tits hardly sagged at all. I stared at her symmetrical areolas. I stared at her erect nipples. I'll be masturbating over seeing my stepmother's naked breasts for the rest of my horny life.
I felt as if I was at a strip club about to watch a stripper strip naked before dancing around a pole to music. Then, something that I didn't expect her to do, seemingly, with her no longer afraid, she stared up at him and smiled. I watched my stepmother tuck her fingers in the waistband of her panties, and slowly push them down. I watched her remove her panties as if she removed them in slow motion. Something I never dreamt that I'd ever see, my stepmother was naked.
John stared at my naked stepmother in the way that I stared at her. I couldn't believe that I was seeing her without her clothes. I couldn't believe that I was seeing her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass. I stared at her brown, bushy pussy as much and as long as I stared at her naked breasts, and what I could see of her naked ass.
'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'Wow! I'm seeing my stepmother naked.'
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"Come here, Valorie," he said, waving his handgun at her.
I watched my stepmom walk over to him naked. Then, when she turned to look at me, she smiled. As if looking to see all that I could see of her, she looked down at herself before looking up at me again.
Unable to hide it, a flash of sexual arousal betrayed her face of fear, shame, and embarrassment. Clearly my stepmom was aroused with him and with me seeing her without her clothes. Then, when she turned to me and smiled at me again before walking over to him, she seemed to enjoy me seeing her without her clothes.
As soon as she walked to him, as if she was his girlfriend, his wife, or his lover, he took her in his arms, parted her lips with his tongue, and gave her a deep wet kiss. While still holding his gun on us, he continued making out with her. He made me wish that I could make out with her.
Then, he reached around with his other hand to touch, feel, fondle, grope, and squeeze her naked ass.
'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'In the way that I'd love to touch, feel, fondle, grope, and squeeze her naked ass, he's doing what I wish I could do.'
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Then, with a loud sound, he slapped her shapely, naked ass. He slapped her ass again and again. Every time he slapped her ass; he walloped her ass harder. With the sound of his slap growing louder, her naked ass turned from pink to red with his hand print on both of her cheeks. Then, he reached his hand up to cup, feel, and fondle her naked breasts while pinching, pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples.
