Step Siblings Unexpected Delay

"Chris Bennett?" A man's voice called, his head sticking out of the window of a blue sedan. I looked over, acknowledged the driver, and grabbed our duffel bags.

"Emily!" I called down the sidewalk for my stepsister, who was on the phone with her dad. As she came closer, I could hear their conversation.

"Yes, daddy, I know," Emily said, seemingly placating my stepfather. "The flight was overbooked, but it sounds like we'll be able to be there tomorrow."

As she updated her father, I finished loading the trunk of our rideshare.

"Gotta go, daddy, we're on the way to the hotel," Emily explained. "I love you, too!"

She slid her phone into her pocket and rolled her eyes at me. My stepfather was very protective of the two of us, and was surely concerned. As I closed the trunk of the sedan, I asked Emily, "Everything okay?"

"Yup," she assured. "You know daddy, always worrying."

I nodded in understanding and opened the door for my stepsister. "Ladies first."

Emily gave me a sarcastic curtsey, swishing her yellow sundress, and slid into the car. As I ducked into the sedan, the driver spoke up.

"Sorry, but one of you is going to have to ride the hump," he said apologetically, gesturing towards the narrow middle seat. "The seat belt is broken on the left side."

Emily pleaded with her large hazel eyes, but I was already buckled in and had no wish to switch to the middle seat. She scrunched her nose in mock disgust and slid over.

"So, where are you folks coming from?" The driver glanced at the two of us through the rearview mirror, making sure that we were ready to go. Emily squirmed, trying to get comfortable while I answered.

"We came from New York, on our way to Hawai'i for a family reunion," I explained. "Our next flight was overbooked, so the airline got us a hotel room."

"Nice," the driver said, seemingly losing interest. "It certainly is a busy week for travel."

I grunted my agreement, ending the conversation. Next to me, Emily adjusted herself again, letting her ponytail down and shaking her light golden hair over her shoulders. I felt her leg pressed against mine, catching the hem of my shorts. Her smooth tanned skin shone in the sunlight seeping in through the window. My eyes drifted up her legs and I found myself wondering what they would feel like under my touch. I wondered how her thighs would wrap around my head, and how she would taste on my tongue. Emily shifted again, and I quickly snapped my eyes away from her thighs and out the window, gazing into the cloudless sky.

I would be lying if I said that I hadn't had dangerous thoughts about Emily before. She was stunning, and exactly my type. Golden hair framed a pointed face and large hazel eyes. Her petite frame gave her a dainty look that was only emphasized by the sundress that left little to my rampant imagination. As my eyes scanned over the cityscape, I allowed that imagination to wander.

The warmth of Emily's bare leg against mine short-circuited something in my mind. Her leg shook slightly as the sedan hit a bumpy section of the road, causing her to rub against me. I imagined the feeling of her silky skin brushing against my body, and I pictured what she would look like without the sundress. Her soft curves begged to be caressed. I pictured her backside, her round ass shaking for me, my growing erection sliding between her tanned legs...

Oh no...

I quickly shifted my weight, attempting to conceal the stiffness in my shorts beneath my shirt and a hand across my lap. To my relief, Emily was gazing out the opposite window.

"Something wrong, Chris?" Emily questioned, hearing my sudden movement. She turned to look up at me, one eyebrow raised. I swallowed.

"No, I'm okay," I answered hastily. She jabbed me with her elbow and went back to staring out her window. Emily's hair swept over her shoulder, tendrils slipping into her chest. My eyes drifted down, following the modest curves and plunging fabric of the yellow dress. With a sudden jolt, Emily was thrown against me as the sedan made a sharp turn.

"Oof," I grunted as her shoulder hit my chest.

"Sorry, folks," the driver called back apologetically.

"No worries," Emily assured, placing a hand on my thigh to push herself back up. Her touch sent jolts of electricity through me.

"Emily," I started, meaning to ask her to move her hand, but I stopped when I looked down at her. The jolt must have shifted her dress, because suddenly there was a gap between her chest and the bodice of her dress. The curve of her breast exposed enough for me to catch a glimpse of her nipple before she started adjusting the dress. I shifted my eyes upward in time for Emily to meet my gaze.

"Hmm?" Emily hummed in question, her hand finally removed from my leg.

"Oh, uhh," I stammered, "Are you hungry?"

Emily snorted. "Food is the only thing you ever think about."

I shrugged, waiting for her answer.

"I guess I could eat," she started but was cut off as the car came to a stop.

"Thanks for the ride," I said too fast, opening the door and awkwardly sliding out of the car.

The driver nodded into the mirror and popped the trunk. Grabbing our bags, Emily and I headed into the hotel.

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A musty smell filled the air of the hotel, not a surprise, considering the weather here. The humidity had us sweating as we hauled our bags up the stairs. I followed behind my stepsister, my head level with her swaying hips as we ascended. I fell another step behind, catching a hint of coral pink beneath the yellow dress. The edge of that pink tease hugged a surprisingly shapely ass in a way that had me wanting to give it a quick squeeze. I clenched my fist at my side, thinking only of the feeling of her in my grasp.

I found myself hoping for one of those romance book situations where there's only one bed in the room. I didn't know what would happen. Surely Emily would refuse to share the bed. The fantasy in my head devolved into scenarios where she ended up on top of me before we reached our door.

"Earth to Chris?" Emily's soft poke pulled me from my daydream. We had arrived at our room. Hastily, I shrugged a bag off of my shoulder and in front of my hip. Emily's eyes, brows raised, were thankfully locked with mine as she waited.

"Uhh, yeah?" I asked cluelessly.

"The key, moron," Emily jabbed. "Open the door, it's hot."

Right. I pulled the keycard from my pocket and swung the door open.

There was always something about hotel rooms that felt just a little off. The air carried the smell of thin sheets, the carpet was a little scratchy, and the comforters lay folded across the foot of the two beds. I hid the shred of disappointment that there were in fact two beds.

Emily went to work digging through her bags, presumably to find something to change into.

"You can shower first if you want," she conceded without bothering to look up.

"Thanks," I mumbled, setting my bags down and shuffling into the bathroom before she could see the bulge that was still all too evident in my pants.

I had planned on taking care of myself first, but I felt too gross from the humidity. Shower first, then some 'me time', I decided.

Warm water blasted from the showerhead, beating down on my back like a massage as I rinsed the day away. I took deep breaths, purging the thoughts of Emily from my mind. I heard a noise from the other room.

"Emily?" I called from the shower. No answer. Another sound. It was definitely Emily. Maybe she was on the phone again. "Did you say something?"

"No!" Emily called hurriedly. Something sounded off. I hopped out of the shower and threw a towel around myself.

When I opened the door to peek out, Emily jumped from where she had been lying on the bed, her dress hiked up with one leg on the headboard.

"Chris!" She exclaimed, straightening her dress. Her face was flushed with embarrassment as I realized what she had been doing. Emily stormed over to the bathroom and shoved me. "What the fuck!"

I could smell the evidence of her desire on her hand as she shoved me. I stumbled back, the door swinging open as I caught myself on the vanity.

"What was that for?" I questioned loudly. She glared at me as if it was obvious.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Emily punched me lightly to emphasize each word. I was confused.

"You just charged into the bathroom," I started. "I heard you say something, I didn't know if you were okay."

"And that means you can just look?" She raised her eyebrows. "How would you like it if I had done that to you?"

"I don't think I would have been dumb enough to do that in a shared area," I admitted smugly. Emily hit me again.

"Well, don't think it was because of you or anything, because it wasn't," she added quickly. At that point, there was a foot of space between us. Emily stood before me, looking up angrily. I smiled, earning another hit. I slid out from between her and the vanity, circled my way to the door, and backed out of the bathroom, hands in the air in surrender.

"Alright," I conceded, "I'm sorry. It's my fault. Sorry for interrupting you."

Emily followed me. "Yes, it is."

The anger had left her voice, but she still seemed agitated.

"You know," I pushed, "I can go back in there if you want to, you know."

"What." She demanded. "I'm not going to keep touching myself while you sit in there listening to me."

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the heat under my towel, but a wave of bold confidence washed over me. I flashed Emily a cockly half smile.

"Would you prefer doing it while I sit here and watch?" Surprisingly, Emily didn't lash out at me. Instead, her face flushed and she glanced at the floor.

"No," she dodged. As she drew her eyes back to mine, I watched them catch on my towel and what it hid. "Oh my god, you're fucking hard?"

I tried my best to hide my nerves. "You're one to talk. You couldn't wait for the bathroom before you went to town on yourself."

"You're such an ass." Exasperated, she sat at the edge of her bed. "I can't believe you're hard for me. I'm your stepsister!"

"Oh, you don't have room to talk, Em," I gestured at the floor where those pink panties lay, cast aside. A wet splotch stained their inside. A smile crept onto her face. "What?"

"It's just..." she giggled. "It's difficult to take you seriously when you're waving your dick around."

Emily gestured at my towel. More specifically, the tent that wiggled every time I moved.

"Put it away," she demanded.

"That's not really how that works," I said. Emily's hand had drifted back to the hem of her dress, a finger rubbing against her thigh. "Why don't I go back in there and we can do our business and forget about this."

"Yeah," she agreed hesitantly. "I mean... what if you just stayed out here... it might be better if we just... do our own thing, but together?"

Her hand pressed against the front of her dress, creasing it as she provided some much needed friction. Unsure of what to do, I stood there like a fool.

"Come here," she clarified, patting the bed next to her. "But don't touch me, just... do your thing."

Emily crawled up the bed until she sat near the middle, her legs spread just enough for her to fit one small hand. I sat facing her, my hand wrapping around my shaft over the thin towel, and my eyes averted.

"You can look at me," Emily allowed, her voice small. "I don't mind."

"Okay," I agreed softly, excitement filling me. Emily spread her legs wider, her dress sliding up to her slim hips. One gentle hand circled her sex in slow strokes while the other tugged the shoulder of her dress down to reveal a small, perky breast.

My jaw hung open as I took in details that I'd only dreamt of. Emily's head tilted back, golden hair flowing over her bare shoulder. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting slightly as her hands went to work on her sensitive spots, a wave of pleasure washing over her freckled face. I found myself matching her pace with my own hand, allowing the towel to part for my hand. Steady strokes of my clenched fist mirrored her tantalizingly slow rhythm. Emily's breath hitched as she kneaded her exposed breast, her fingers brushing over her tan nipple with care.

A glint of hazel sparkled in the dim light when Emily's eyes drifted open and fell to my lap. She gasped quietly.

"Chris..." she managed, taking in all I had to offer. Hurriedly, as though she were running out of time, Emily pulled the dress over her head completely and tossed it to the side. She paused for a moment, bright eyes filled with desire as they swept over me. With her dress discarded, Emily's gorgeous, petite form was on full display. She was a model, propped up on the bed for my private enjoyment.

"Slow down," she ordered, and I realized that I had involuntarily quickened my own movements. "I... I want to finish with you."

Fuck, that was hot. Her quiet plea brought me too close, forcing me to take a break.

"I'm close, Emily," I warned.

"Just... come a little closer," she requested, beckoning me. I moved closer to her until my stepsister sat between my knees, her legs spread on either side of my hips. Emily's soft thighs rested against mine, her warmth spreading into me. I watched as she plunged two fingers into her core, tossing her head back to let loose a full-bodied moan.

"Ohhhh yesssssss," she hissed, laughing as her breath ran out. Her sex was shiny with arousal, her lips puffy and inviting as she curled her two fingers. "Closer..."

"I can't," I started, but Emily had already slid against me, the bed sheets tearing free from where they had been tucked. Emily's hand was drenched with her excitement when it bumped into my hand that was rapidly pumping my cock. She had managed to work her left leg underneath my right, both of which hung off of the bed, and slid until our working hands were bumping against each other. We both leaned back, our hips raising in response, chests heaving with quickened breath.

The unmistakable scent of raw, primal arousal had taken over the room, and it was addicting. Emily's sweet musk filled my nose with every inhale, the squish of her hand fucking her hole drowned any other thoughts, and I let myself go.

"Em..." I moaned, my voice deep and breathless.

"Chris..." Her voice was higher and tense, just as her body was tense now. Emily withdrew her fingers and pressed herself hard against my thigh, grinding up and down my leg as her hand strummed rapidly over her clit. "YES! YES!!"

I gripped myself tighter, twisting and pumping my fist in rapid strokes with Emily's grinding. Her legs squeezed against me as she pressed downwards, a shaking orgasm racking over her small body.

"Em, I'm cumming," I grunted through a clenched jaw.

'Yes Chris!" She screamed through her climax, "On me... do it on me!"

My mouth fell open with a guttural moan as waves of ecstasy washed through my body. Spurts of my warm seed splattered onto Emily's stomach as my cock erupted. She slid a hand up her midriff, brought it to her mouth, and lapped up what she had gathered.

"Mmmm," she hummed softly, chest heaving with the effort of her breath. "I like the way you taste."

Before I could respond, Emily slid off the bed and strutted into the bathroom like nothing had happened, hips swaying and golden hair bouncing behind her. Frankly, I was too far gone to contemplate what we'd done either. I collapsed to the bed, exhausted from the day, and our mutual climax, the remnants of Emily's excitement drying onto my thigh.

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I must have fallen asleep at some point, because it was dark when my eyes opened again. I was lying on the bed, a sheet hastily pulled over me. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 9:07 PM.

The bed creaked and the mattress sunk as someone laid down on the opposite side. Emily. In my bed, not the perfectly fine one that sat a few feet away. My eyes flew open, but I didn't dare move. My back was to her, but I was still completely naked from our afternoon escapade.

Why was she in my bed? I was still processing what we'd done earlier. I mean, it's not like we had sex or anything, and it's not like she's actually related to me, but... it shouldn't have felt that good. I didn't regret it or anything, and it definitely didn't stop the stream of thoughts that flew through my mind as Emily laid down in my bed. The memory of her slick sex grinding against my leg flashed in my head again, earning a reaction from under the sheets.

We had been so close. Maybe too close, but that's what I had wanted, wasn't it? Emily had sat on this bed and masturbated in front of me. No, ON me. Now, she slept less than a couple feet away on that same bed.

Emily's breathing was steady and deep next to me. She must have fallen asleep. Meanwhile, I was restless, replaying the afternoon over and over for what felt like hours.

9:30 PM. I was never going to fall asleep with her laying next to me. I started to roll to the edge of the bed, intending to switch beds, when Emily stopped me.

"Chris?" Her voice was soft. "Can't sleep either?"

"I guess not," I admitted.

"Sorry if I woke you up," she apologized. I heard the sheets rustle and felt her leg drape over mine. Heat rushed towards my center.

"It's alright, Em," I said, my back still to her, swallowing nervously.

"Maybe if we were a little more comfortable," she suggested, her foot tracing lines up and down my calf. Her cool hand came to rest on my arm.

"I don't think that's a good idea." I paused, even though that was the only thing I wanted at the moment.

"I can't think of a better one," she said innocently, her voice dropping slightly. "Come one, it's just a little cuddle."

She slid closer, her hand sliding up to grab my shoulder, tugging me gently towards her warmth. I didn't resist, allowing our bodies to inch closer. A welcoming warmth radiated from Emily, the scent of her lavender shampoo filling my head. Her bare chest met my back as her hand walked around to my chest.

"Emily, wait, I'm not wearing..." Before I could finish my warning, Emily pressed herself against me.

"Neither am I," she whispered in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine. The heat of Emily's bare body filled me with comfort as she hugged me from behind. Her chest was soft against my shoulders as she nuzzled against me. "Roll over here and cuddle me."

She rolled away from me, and I followed, keeping a few inches of space between us. Enough that my uncontrollable erection did not touch her. I carefully rested my arm over her shoulder as Emily wiggled lower into the bed until the back of her head rested against my chest. I felt her foot hook under my leg to tug me closer.

"Don't be shy, Chris," she chided, scooting back until her backside was firmly pressed against me. "Is that for me?"

She wiggled her hips in emphasis, rubbing against my cock. I needed her in a way I hadn't realized until this afternoon. I inhaled deeply, taking in the gentle lavender scent of her hair. Emily took my hand in hers, placing it over her breast. My heart raced as my hand cupped her breast, the soft tissue giving under my touch.

"Ohhhh...." Emily hummed, exhaling deeply. "Mmmm Chris... Your warmth feels so..."

Emily trailed off as my lips found the side of her neck. Her head dug into the pillow, exposing the side of her neck to me. I heard her breath catch as my second kiss grazed the cool skin of her neck, lingering for a moment before pulling back.

"More..." Emily whispered, her voice no more than a breath. She had adjusted herself so that my cock settled between her thighs and her fingers teased my glistening tip. My lips worked down the side of her neck, settling into a point above her collarbone. Her nipple rolled between my fingertips as I pressed into her neck, sucking at her skin with a hunger too long suppressed.