My parents got divorced when I was 8 and I stayed in Britain to live with my dad while my mom went back home to the US. She wasn't the maternal type and I didn't see her for the next ten years. Occasionally I'd get a card for my birthday or Christmas, but that was as far as it went. Dad got remarried and his new wife became my mother. A month before my 18th birthday we'd all been out celebrating. I'd got a place to study medicine at Oxford and I was going to follow in my father's footsteps and become a surgeon. On our way back to the car we ran into a friend of mine who asked me to come with her to the movies. My dad said it was OK and she would drop me off at home as soon as the movie was over.
Three hours later we pulled up outside the house but it was completely dark and dad's car wasn't on the driveway where he usually parked. I asked my friend to come inside with me and it was obvious that they hadn't come home yet as the afternoon's junk mail was untouched. I got a really bad feeling inside. My friend had to go home, but I stayed up waiting for my parents to come home. A couple of hours later my worst fears were confirmed as my step mother's parents pulled up outside the house. They would never come at this time of the night if it wasn't bad. My parents' car had been hit by a drunk driver in a big truck and they'd been killed. I was inconsolable. I lost all the will to do anything and refused to take my place at Oxford. An old friend of my dad's pulled a couple of strings and told me that because of the circumstances they'd hold my place until next year.
On my 18th birthday I was sitting alone, packing up things. I'd decided to sell the house as it had too many memories for me. I felt all alone in the world and I wished that I'd been in that car when my family perished. I was startled by the sound of the phone ringing and even though I didn't feel like talking with anybody I picked it up. It was a long distance line and on the other end someone started singing Happy Birthday to me. When she was done singing she said "Happy birthday darling!"
"Mom?" I asked incredulously. "Is that really you?" "Sure is honey!" she said. "Just wanted to wish you a happy 18th birthday!"
I started crying and she asked me what was wrong.
"It's dad," I hiccuped. "He's dead." "What happened Jo? When did he die?" "He was hit by a drunk driver a month ago. I don't know what to do. I'm not going to university anymore. I need to get away but I don't know where to go." "Why don't you come here, honey?" "But you've never wanted me to come over there before." "Your dad wouldn't let me have you. It was a condition of our divorce, I was to make myself scarce and since he had all the money and the influential friends I didn't know what else to do. That's why I called you today. Our agreement only lasted until your 18th birthday."
With an amazing speed it was decided that I should put everything in storage and sell the house and go live with my mom and her husband for the next 6 months at least. A week later I was on the plane and I was getting really excited as we came into land in Chicago. I was going to see my mom again. There was a big reception for me at the airport. My mom was there with my step dad Pete, my 20 year old step brother Steve, and a number of aunts, uncles and cousins I'd never seen before. They were all hugging and kissing me and I was enjoying getting to know them all, and getting reacquainted with my mom. I immediately took to Pete and Steve and I was looking forward to getting to know them better.
At the end of the day I was really tired. The long flight, the time difference and all the excitement had gotten to me so I went to bed early. The next morning I woke up at 4 a.m. and I was wide awake. My body clock was still on British time and thought it was 10 a.m. I didn't think anybody would be up so I didn't bother with a robe when I went downstairs into the kitchen to find a snack. I was inspecting the contents of the fridge when I felt a presence behind me.
"Mmmmmmmm," said Steve and cast an appreciative glance across my body. "I suspected you had a nice body yesterday and now, with that skimpy t-shirt against the light in the fridge I can see that I'm right."
I was shocked at his words, and even more shocked when he stepped forward and I could see that he was naked, sporting a massive hard-on. I'd never seen a naked man in my life and I was shocked by the size of his cock. He could see where my eyes were looking and he laughed.
"You want some of my shaft li'l sister?" he asked. "I'm not your little sister!" I replied. "I'm your step sister." "Even better," he replied and walked up to me and placed his hand on one of my breasts.
He took my hand and led me to his bedroom which was dominated by a huge bed. He placed me on the bed and spread my legs. For a moment I thought he was going to start fucking me, but then he kneeled between my legs and ran his tongue across my wet slit. I moaned out loud.
"You like that, huh?" he grinned. "What else do you like?" "I don't know." "You don't know? Don't tell me your a virgin?" I nodded. "With those tits and that ass? Don't British guys know a good fuck when it's in front of them?" I giggled. "Apparently not."
He worked his tongue between my lips and into my tight pussy. I gasped for breath and pulled my t-shirt up so that I could knead my tits that were now on fire. I then felt his lips close around my clit and he started sucking. I couldn't breathe anymore and I started squealing with pleasure. Suddenly I heard a door open and I tried to make Steve aware that someone had heard us. But he wouldn't listen and continued tongue fucking me. It was so good. He was licking me, sucking my clit and fucking me with his tongue. I knew I was going to cum soon. As the door to Steve's bedroom opened I couldn't hold back anymore and felt my cunt contract around Steve's tongue and with my legs wrapped around his head I forced his face into my pussy as I was cumming.
When I stopped cumming I heard an applause from the doorway. "Well done son," said Pete and entered the room, closing the door behind him. "Thanks dad," Steve grinned at his father, his face wet with my pussy juices. "Did she taste as good as you were hoping?" "Better, she's still a virgin."
Pete walked up to the bed and took off his boxers, which were all he'd been wearing, revealing a cock as big and as hard as his son's. He then helped Steve pull my t-shirt off. I was feeling a bit frightened. I'd just had the first orgasm of my life and now my mom's husband and his son were on either side of me, with massive hard-ons.
"What do you want from me?" I asked and tried to shield my pussy and tits from them. "We want you," Pete said and pulled my hand away from my pussy. "But this isn't right," I protested. "Oh yes it is," Pete replied. "You've come to stay with us and then you have to fit into the family. And in this family we fuck together." "And you enjoyed what I just did," Steve continued. "And I'm not gonna give you head like that and not get anything in return. Have you ever tasted a cock?" "No." "Then you can taste mine. I'll teach you to be a cocksucker."
Steve pulled me up and told me to get on my hands and knees in front of him. I did this and then he knealed and shoved his cock onto me, slapping my face with it a couple of times.
"Now open wide," he said and when I did, he let his cock slide across my lips.
