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The Step-Problem
Chelsea Chapter 4
Sam gets to know his step-mother a bit better
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It's always weird when you wake up in the morning and you have a semi-hard on still twitching in your boxers - still, what makes it even weirder is that feeling you get when you feel like you've been ridden unconsciously.
Chelsea my step-sister obviously paid me a visit last night. I can still feel it, the slight dripping sensation out of my dick. Thing is, I thought we were past the whole 'sleep rape n' play' shit. But I can't complain, I mean I want to, but, really, I shouldn't. There's plenty of guys out there in the cold with no woman and here I am with my own personal deposit box.
The only problem with it is that when you've ejected mid-sleep I tend to find it leaves you wanting more throughout the remainder of the day, and lo and behold my lust must be abated solo style if at all today. With her in work, doing a shift at the hospital and on a Sunday too. Chelsea, she's a fickle one and is a bit of a loose cannon when it comes to pleasures of the flesh. It's always her getting me off and never the other way around, I do want to try something like that and soon. But she doesn't seem to have any interest in me going down on her. Which is pretty damn weird if you ask me.
In any case, it's getting pretty late. As I pulled the covers of my bed back I not only noticed a raging stiffy, and the remnants of drool and slobber of a cock-crazed sister left on me but also the absence of any pants and boxers at that. My briefs pulled down to my feet and pants were thrown on the floor, entirely unlike me as I do tend to sleep fully clothed.
And that, on the desk is an oddity at most. A tissue scrunched up and stinking of my cum - just where in the hell did that come from. Because I sure as hell never leave them lying around and Chelsea, bless her, never has the forethought to clean me. No, she much prefers the idea of leaving me to stew in my own stench. But it's not important, really, I should try and say goodbye to dad before he leaves. He's off out again for work, this time for a few weeks I barely ever get to see him anymore.
I got dressed and cleaned up myself, and my room leaving no trace of the crazed depraved step-sister and headed downstairs to meet the morning. Dad was already gone, Chelsea just leaving exiting the door she waved me a goodbye kiss and a sly hand signal to let me know she blew me off last night. I laughed and watched her off as she tied back her beautiful red hair as she wiggled her sexy tight ass out the door, my erection returning as she moaned & stuck it out with a grunt, slamming the door behind her. Then my step-mum, Natalie called me over. I hobbled over to the kitchen counter trying not to give away the bulge in my pants as I jumped up on the stool.
"Morning son, err... sleep well?" She said blushing.
I coughed, clearing my throat "Yeah, I erm... well, I can't complain," I mumbled awkwardly still remembering the sight of her eyes fixated on me when she caught me the other day. We both smiled, mine more of an apology, her's sincere.
"So what'll you have for breakfast," said Natalie brushing her hair back.
"Waffles, omelette, bacon anything is fine. Whatever you're having is good."
"I fancy some sausage," she said, I choked as she turned around and dipped into the fridge. Jesus, did she just say that? Or was it my imagination. She had to have meant food, clearly, my head is all sorts of fucked today I really can't think straight after yesterday. I composed myself and Natalie was still bend over looking in the fridge I couldn't stop myself but notice her ass in those pyjamas. Pink and silky speckled with white dots with her rump perfectly on show. Very, very tight pants I thought. I eventually shook my head to stop myself from staring.
"Oohhhh, I can't find any Sam."
"Find what?" I asked, hoping for a change of subject.
"Sausage. I really want some sausage for breakfast, but your dad forgot to get some from the shops on Friday. I'm really craving it, not in the mood for bacon you know? Do you think you could get dressed and go and get me some?"
She leant up and closed the fridge, turning around smiling with a disturbingly wicked smile as she stared right at me. I nodded and did my best to control myself as she moved opposite me on the counter leaning on her elbows and brushing her breast right on the work top. I blinked furiously not used to the sight of her like this and with these thoughts, she really had a much bigger bust than Chelsea and her nipples were standing out on show through her blouse. I fell off the stool.
"Mmhmm, sure thing Nat," I said walking away with a slight limp.
"Thanks, Son," she said as I walked up the stairs to get a shower. I reached the top of the stairs and jumped into the bathroom, shutting the door, locking it behind me and slammed myself against the wall.
What in the actual fuck?! I whispered to myself silently screaming in my head, as I panted wildly for breath and looking around the room in a confused haze. My pants constricting me in an almost torturous confinement. I slid them off and my dick sprung up like a jack in a box.
I'd not been this hard is weeks, months even. I couldn't control it and I was so rock-solid that it ached. I jumped in the shower and had a wash while trying to think pure thoughts to calm myself down and out. It didn't seem to work and I wasn't up for rubbing one out considering who gave me this painful mast of arousal.
I finished off and went back to my room, wrapping the towel around myself but unable to hide the obvious detail. Drying myself off on the bed I sat just thinking to myself of Chelsea, other girls, and horrible thoughts, anything and everything to try to get it to go down.
And then, I heard Natalie again. "Are you okay Sam? You're taking a long time up there?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just - I'll go in a minute," I said shouting down the stairs.
Fuck it, I thought. I couldn't hold it any longer I threw the towel off myself and laid back on the bed grabbed a few tissues. I started going at it stroking, cursing and slightly punching myself in shame. And my mind fell into a black abyss of heaven as I thought of Natalie, my step-mum in her tight-fitting pink pyjamas bending over, with her massive tits bouncing out in front of me. I thought of what her nipples might look like, her legs, her stomach and her pussy in one moment.
