Stepsisters Suc

CHAPTER 2

Slamming the front door behind him, Harper lifted the case of Budweiser and called out "The party's here!" Resounding echoes of "Yeah dude!", "You the man!", and "All right!" echoed over the blasting rock tones of Slipknot's 'Before I Forget.' which was practically vibrating the thin, beige walls. As a press of young men suddenly descended on him, Harper lifted the beer up, away from a slew of grasping hands and held out one palm in a warding gesture. "Back off assholes!" he laughed as his friends clamored their approval.

Shoving aside the demanding press of tee shirted, denim bedecked, guys surrounding Harper, Jeff grabbed the beer in his left hand and gave a resounding high five to his buddy. "This is my house so I get first dibs," Jeff said over his shoulder. Indignant cries of "Screw you!," and "Come on!," greeted this announcement.

"Dude. I can't believe you came through. Cool," Jeff said, turning back to slap Harper on the shoulder.

"Of course, man. Mike owed me one so he grabbed the brew for me."

"Great. Pete's supposed to bring some beer too. Come on in. Let's get this party rolling," Jeff said. Turning back to the press of eight other thirsty young guys in a partying mood, Jeff said "Who wants a beer?" This question was greeted with a loud cheer. Tearing open a corner of the cardboard box, Jeff passed out cans to his eager poker buddies.

Popping the top on a lukewarm Budweiser, Harper grinned. Raising the can up he said "Let's play some fucking cards!"

Slapping his friend on a solid shoulder, Jeff grinned and opened his own beer. Taking a swig of the nectar, he picked up the case he had set by his feet. "I'll put these in the fridge. You assholes start divvying up the chips. Yo, Gary, change that fucking CD."

As Jeff headed towards the kitchen of his small two bedroom house, Harper headed for the felt topped foldaway table where the poker chips and cards were set out waiting. Pulling out a metal folding chair he plopped down, set his beer on a cork coaster with a picture of a topless, large breasted blonde on it, and grabbed the deck of cards. Cutting the deck in half he deftly raised the fifty two rectangles into a bridge and listened to the whir as they shuffled back together. Tapping the cards on one edge to realign them in a neat stack, he snagged a handful of Doritos from a bowl in the middle of the table. As the other guys scraped out chairs and plopped down, Harper happily munched a handful of orange chips. Licking powdery residue from his fingers, Harper said "Gary, put on the Shine Down."

"Got it dude," came the response followed shortly by the pounding sound of Shinedown's 'Sound of Madness' echoing through the house. Knocking the table in time to the music, Harper grinned and grabbed a handful of poker chips. Sweeping the red, white, and blue chips over in front of himself he looked around at the eager faces of his friends. "Who's in?"

"Me, Jerkface," came the response from behind him. "And if you want those chips, you're gonna have to buy in." A friendly grin turned up thecorner of Jeff's mouth as he grabbed the back of Harper's chair and shook it.

Gary, fresh from changing the CD, pulled out the last chair and, turning it backwards, plopped his lanky frame down. Catching Harper's gaze with a nod of his chin, Gary half smirked. "So dude. How's it going with Alyssa? Given how close you were to tapping that ass at my party... and now, living in the same house and all..." Sticking his tongue out, Gary mimed parting something with his hands and licking at the center. "By the way, did your folks ever find out why Vickie broke up with you? I'm sure they'd be interested to know how close...," Gary made quotes in the air with his fingers as he said this last, "you and Alyssa really are."

"Come on man. You know that's not cool. She's my stepsister now."

"Maybe so, but you two aren't related by blood at all. I don't know. As hot as that girl is, I think I'd have to finish closing that deal."

As his friend waggled his eyebrows suggestively like Groucho Marx, Harper had to laugh. "And, no. No way in hell could we ever tell my mom and Will about that." Rolling his tense neck muscles to loosen them, Harper sighed. "Man, it just fucking sucks. The very freaking day after I almost made it with Alyssa my mom tells me that she's getting engaged to her dad. What a fucking nightmare. Vickie hates me now, I haven't been laid in six months, and as for Alyssa..." Harper's voice trailed off as a distant look came over his face. "Stepsisters suck," he sighed.

"Dude, you wish! You should be so fucking lucky." Gary opened his mouth and mimed repeatedly inserting something in and out as his tongue poked in and out of his cheek causing it to bulge like something was being shoved against it.

Picking up one of the coasters from the table, Harper flung it at his friends leering face. "Man, fuck you!" he said, laughing.

Ducking to one side, Gary dodged the flying rectangle which landed on the floor behind him. "Still, what I don't get is how you and Alyssa didn't know your mom and her old man were dating."

Shaking himself from his reverie about Alyssa's physical charms, Harper focused back on Gary's intense brown eyes. "We knew they had gone out a couple of times and were in a couple of the same clubs, but Goddamn!" Shaking his head wearily side to side Harper placed his chin into the palm of one hand, elbow resting on the poker table. "No, we had no clue they were really serious until they dropped the M-Bomb on us. Christ."

Leering suggestively, Gary rolled his eyes. Lifting his hands, the twenty year old hawk faced man made a circle with the thumb and pointer finger of his right hand and mimed repeatedly inserting his left pointer finger in and out of the hole thus created.

Chuckling, Harper rolled his own eyes. "Sheesh. You guys are such fucktards," he said. "Now let's play some cards."

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Curling her dainty size six feet under her, Jennifer Bryce adjusted her position on the leather couch in Alyssa's living room. "So, Alyssa, tell me..."

"Tell you what?" Alyssa asked as she peered at the stack of DVD's. "So, what do you want to watch, anyway? Red Riding Hood, The Notebook, Wanted...?"

"How about Fight Club?" Jennifer responded. "Brad Pitt's hot in that one."

"Yeah, he's freakin' hot," Alyssa said, sliding the DVD off the shelf and opening the case. "Brad Pitt could bend me over the bed anytime."

Bending over, one hand resting on the television stand, Alyssa turned on the DVD player and slid the disc in. Jennifer's gaze followed the gently swaying curve of Alyssa's taut buttocks as they moved. Barely covered by a set of skimpy silk ladies pajama shorts, Alyssa's sexy rounded mounds were as captivating a sight as Brad Pitt's more muscular ass had ever been. Catching a glimpse of curly black pussy hairs peeking out from the loose edge of the filmy shorts, Jennifer swallowed. "And if you were lucky, Angelina would join in. Speaking of which..." Leaning over the way she was, Alyssa's tank top hung down revealing the smooth tautness of her stomach. Wallowing in the view, Jennifer could see the rounded fullness of Alyssa's voluptuous breasts where they swayed lightly left and right. A surge of lust caused her pussy to swell with damp readiness.

Swiveling, Alyssa drank in the sight of her best friend. Jennifer was tucked into the plush corner of the black leather couch, dainty feet curled up and tucked under her derriere. Tanned, sexy, smooth-shaven legs were on full display - the curve of the top half leading up to perfect creamy thighs barely covered by a pair of sheer pajama shorts. Alyssa felt a sudden storm stirring in her abdomen. Jennifer's smooth auburn hair was arrayed across the midnight black leather like a waterfall reflecting facets of the early morning sun just as it broke the barrier of night. The tank top Jennifer wore sat so low on her shoulders that her cleavage came to just barely above the circles of her nipples. Two tiny points of hardness poking at the thin cotton material were proof of the girl's arousal.

Boldly, Jennifer locked her hazel eyes on her friend's. Reaching out, she lightly tapped the cool leather next to her, an open invitation for Alyssa to join her. "Come here," Jennifer said softly. Alyssa's prominent cheekbones were suffused with warmth as she lightly ran her moist tongue over suddenly dry lips. She was suddenly really glad that Harper wouldn't be coming home tonight. At the thought of her handsome stepbrother her thoughts took a sudden curve. Muscular smooth chest with nice pecs, gorgeous six pack abs... Goddamn I'd love to let him lick every inch of me...Drawing in a sharp breath and holding it, Alyssa tried to control her rampant thoughts. If only he wasn't my stepbrother now, I'd fuck him so hard he'd think he'd died and gone to heaven. Enough!

As a jolt of pure desire shot through her, Alyssa tensed her suddenly quivering thighs. It had been a while since she's had a real fucking. The last guy she'd slept with was two months before that night when Vickie had caught her about to screw Harper at Gary's party. Swallowing the spittle that jetted into her mouth at the thought of screwing the hell out of her sexy stepbrother, Alyssa returned her focus to her friend. Raking her eyes up and down the frame of the voluptuously sexy, auburn-haired girl, she forced her mental track away from the rigidity of a steel hard pussy pounding penis and back once more to the thought of spreading Jennifer's legs and suckling at the damp sweetness of her friend's soaking vagina. Not to mention having the favor returned. Alyssa stepped around the coffee table.

Gracefully, Alyssa joined her friend on the plush comfort of the couch. As Jennifer hit Play on the remote, Alyssa lightly ran the tips of her fingernails over the smooth skin of her friends lusciously curved legs.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," Jennifer said with a light shiver as a minor electric tingle followed the path of her friend's fingernails.

Fingers continuing to blaze a trail along her friend's smooth upper thigh, Alyssa snuggled her head into the crook of Jennifer's shoulder. Breathing deeply, she sighed in bliss as her nostrils caught the wonderfully feminine scents of jasmine shampoo mixed with White Diamond perfume. "You wanted to ask me something?" the young woman said, sliding an index finger under the edge of the silken fabric at the bottom of Jennifer's sheer emerald lingerie shorts.

Distracted by the tidal wave of desire crashing against the shores of her consciousness, threatening to wash away her inhibitions, Jennifer abstractedly replied "Hmmm... Oh yeah, about Harper."

Taken aback at how the unexpected topic mirrored her own thoughts of a moment ago, Alyssa removed her head from where it was nestled in the curve of a feminine shoulder. Searching her friend's luminescent gaze she wondered, How did she know...? Does she know? Butterflies fluttering in her stomach she asked, "What about him?"

Wiggling, Jennifer snugged her tight derriere a little farther into the plush cushions. Rolling her neck in a tight circle she moaned in time with her friends continually stroking fingers, Brad Pitt and the movie forgotten in the background. "Well...," she drawled. Sitting up straighter, she met Alyssa's querying gaze. "You know, Harper is really cute."

"Yeah, I know. But...," started Alysa.

"I know. The whole stepbrother thing. Still, it's not exactly private news that you and Harper were caught pretty red-handed by Vickie."

"Yeah. What a bitch. I don't know what the hell Harper saw in her anyway."

Using the edge of a long finger to gently push an errant strand of hair back over Alyssa's ear, causing her friend to shiver at the tickling sensation, Jennifer said, "I do. She's hot and she puts out."

Alyssa snorted. "That's true enough I guess. I mean if you like skinny girls with small tits."

"Come on. You know she's hot. You just don't like her. Hell, if she wasn't such a bitch I'd do her myself." Jennifer laughed throatily.

Taking a deep breath, Alyssa let it flow out from her nostrils. "I suppose. And I guess I really can't blame her for hating me seeing as how I was about to jump in the sack with her boyfriend when she walked in."

"Like I said. The boyfriend who's now your stepbrother. Come on. Just because your folks got married doesn't mean you're not attracted to him anymore. I know better than that. I've seen you staring at his ass."

Giggling, Alyssa snuggled her head back into Jennifer's shoulder and, with the palm of one hand, stroked her friend's silky smooth thigh. "You're right of course. Hell, if our folks hadn't got together I'd have fucked his brains out ages ago."

"See, there you go. But what's the deal?" Raising her head back up, Alyssa gently guided one hand up under the bottom edge of Jennifer's silky pajama shorts. Her questing fingers located some curly hairs which she began to twist in small circles. "Are you interested in Harper?"

Spreading her legs a bit to allow her friend better access, Jennifer smiled coyly. "I have to admit, he is pretty cute." Lips quirking up, Jennifer raised her eyebrows. "So..., have you seen him naked? How big is his dick?" A questing finger gently parted then probed at the moist lips of her swollen vagina, gently stroking the soft tissues of her pouting pussy lips. Shifting upward, Alyssa found the hard bump of her friend's tiny pleasure center. Lightly stroking Jennifer's clitoris, she looked into her friends half shut eyes. As a wave of pleasure jolted through her, Jennifer drew in a sharp breath.

Trailing her finger downward from the small pleasure bump at the top of her friend's pussy, Alyssa softly stroked between the protruding lips. Discovering the hot open channel between Jennifer's engorged labia, Alyssa slid her finger into the wet cavern of soft tissue. Engulfed in warm dampness, enfolded by the soft pliable tissues inside her friend's eager vagina, Alyssa's finger slid delicately in and out. "I've seen him a couple of times coming out of the shower. I think he's left the door cracked a couple of times on purpose when Dad and Julie weren't around. And yes, he has a very nice dick and a really great ass."

"Yeah, I'd fuck him," Jennifer said as another wave of pleasure radiated out from her rapidly heating pussy She groaned as Alyssa's finger stroked up between her labia to prod once again at the little nub of her clitoris. A shot of pure overwhelming passion rushed through her, desire taking her by storm.

As her pulse sped up with each jolt of pleasure, Jennifer pulled the raven haired beauty onto her lap. The overstuffed leather couch cushion sank down a little more as Alyssa's creamy smooth legs settled on each side of Jennifer's thighs, capturing her in a taut embrace. Running her hands up under Alyssa's loose tank top, Jennifer gently stroked a circle around Alyssa's belly button before moving up to cup the conical weight of her breasts. As thumbs stroked hardened nipples, Alyssa moaned in pleasure. Reaching out, the young woman brushed a finger along her friend's jaw line. Tilting Jennifer's chin up, Alyssa met her friends smoldering, passion glazed eyes. "For now, there's you and me. Harper can wait." Rolling to her feet, Alyssa took the remote and clicked off the movie. Holding out a nicely manicured hand, she helped Jennifer off the sofa. "Forget Brad Pitt, too. Let's go upstairs."

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