AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the sequel to the story "Stepsucker", which can also be found here on Literotica. It would help the experience to start with the first story, but if necessary, I'm sure this one can stand on its own. This story is fiction, and all characters are over eighteen.
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Melissa was back.
My beautiful stepsister had decided to drop out of college, and to move back home with her father and my mother. She could have moved in with her mom, who had a much bigger house, but it seemed that she had something else in mind. Even though I was over eighteen, I was still living at home as well, not having enough money from my cashier job to get a place of my own. When I heard that Melissa was coming back to the house, I decided that I was in no hurry to leave.
I hadn't spoken much to Melissa since the time she went down on me in the basement, my first and only blowjob. It had been the single best experience of my life, and whenever I thought about it, I would become as hard as a rock. Melissa seemed to be amused by my increased infatuation with her. I used to secretly stare at her whenever I could, but after that incredible night, she would give me plenty of great opportunities; walking around the house in only a towel or swimsuit, and sometimes leaving the door open when she got dressed.
I think she was getting a little bit of a thrill from trying to get me out of my shell. She was the only girl who hadn't been turned off by my shyness. It was as if she could sense the strong sexual animal that was striving to burst out of me. And she should know, because quite a bit of that animal had burst all over her face.
I had never worked up the nerve to make another move on Melissa, though I couldn't help feeling that that was exactly what she wanted me to do. She could have easily gotten things started by herself, but no, Melissa didn't want the power, she wanted to be controlled. It had to be true. She could have had any guy in the world. The problem was, none of them provided the challenge of "corrupting" her little stepbrother.
More than anything, I just wanted to pull out my cock, grab Melissa by the hair, and plunge myself into her throat. If I could work up the courage, my stepsister would probably give me access to that heavenly mouth whenever I wanted. That was the way she was. If only I could work up my confidence. If only I could be sure that I hadn't been misreading the signals. If only...
And then something happened. It was early in the afternoon, and my parents were going to be at work for hours. I had the day off, and was watching T.V. with Mark, Melissa's biological brother. I felt butterflies whirling inside of me as Melissa came in through the front door, and to my surprise, she wasn't alone. Amy Farland, my stepsister's best friend from high school, came walking into my living room. She had been at the house plenty of times a few years ago, but like Melissa, Amy was even hotter in her twenties than she was in her teens.
Both girls had obviously been at the beach, because they were only wearing bikinis. I'll always believe that Melissa had the perfect body, but Amy was damn sure close. Amy was shaped like an hourglass. Where Melissa was toned and perky, Amy was soft-looking and voluptuous.
"Hi boys," Amy said, flashing an adorable smile.
"Mark," Melissa said, sounding somewhat surprised. "I didn't know you were going to be here."
"Yeah," Mark said, stealing a noticeable glance at Amy. "Nothing better to do at home."
Melissa exchanged an almost annoyed look with Amy, but her friend only shrugged. Melissa bit her lower lip, and finally said, "I think Mom is looking for you Mark."
"What are you talking about?" he said.
"She called me on my cell, and asked me if I knew where you were," Melissa said. "She told me to tell you that she needs help with something."
"Help with what?" Mark said.
"What the hell do I care?" Melissa said. "Just go home."
"Oh, I get it," Mark said. "You two are having some guys come over here."
"Fuck off, would you?" Melissa said.
"Fine, whatever," Mark said. He turned to me, and continued, "I guess you'll have to hide in the basement for a couple hours. Unless you wanna go over to my house?"
I almost said "yes" until I saw the expressions Melissa and Amy were wearing. They were looking right at me, and though I couldn't be sure, I thought that Melissa had winked. My heart skipped a beat, and my cock nearly leapt up with glee. Even the possibility that something was about to happen made me feel like my head was spinning. I hoped to God that I wasn't imagining things.
"No thanks," I told him.
"Suit yourself," Mark said. "I'll talk to you later."
Melissa, Amy, and I watched as Mark got up and left. The three of us stood there in awkward silence for a few seconds, until Amy said, "Melissa, did you want to use the shower first? I can wait in your room until you're done."
"Don't be silly," Melissa said. "Our parents have a huge shower." Laughing, she continued, "If you promise not to try anything, there's plenty of room for two."
Both of them giggled, and started to walk toward the staircase. Amy went right on up, but my stepsister hesitated. Flashing a mischievous grin, Melissa said, "You know, there's also plenty of room for three."
Without another word, Melissa scurried upstairs, leaving me wide-eyed and slack-jawed. I couldn't believe that it was happening again! It really was! Not only was my gorgeous stepsister offering me an open invitation, but she had brought her best friend along. My knees were shaking, and my cock was already throbbing with anticipation. It was just too good to be true!
So why was I hesitating? I could hear the shower starting upstairs, but I still hadn't moved. Before it felt like butterflies were fluttering inside of me. Now they felt like eagles. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and even though it was a little chilly, I was sweating profusely.
"You can do this," I whispered to myself. "You'll never forgive yourself if you don't."
Concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other, I began the trek up the stairs. I was so nervous that I was shivering the entire way. It would have been a different situation if it was only Melissa again, but with Amy in the mix, there was more pressure this time than there was the first.
After what felt like an hour, I finally reached the top of the steps. The door to the bathroom was only a few feet away, and the door was half open, steam from the shower seeping into the hallway. I could hear Melissa and Amy giggling and whispering from within.
Suddenly, Melissa called out, "If you're just going to stand out there, we'll have to get started without you."
That was all I needed to hear. It was as if Melissa's reassuring tease was filling me with enough confidence to continue. I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by. Not only was I going in there, but I was going to get as much enjoyment from it as I could. Holding back would be stupid. I couldn't count on a "once-in-a-lifetime" opportunity coming a third time.
I walked into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me. If possible, I got even harder at the sight that greeted me. Melissa wasn't lying about getting started without me. The glass door of the shower was wide open. Amy and my stepsister were already kissing, running their hands up and down each other's bodies. Melissa looked as perfect naked as I remembered, and Amy made me think that a centerfold had jumped right out of a magazine. The water was cascading off of their nude forms, dripping all over their amazing bodies.
I approached the shower, kicking off my shoes, and pulling off my socks as I went. Melissa and Amy stopped kissing just as I took off my shirt. I froze at their sudden attention, wondering if I had done something wrong. The two of them were standing in all their naked glory, staring holes into me. I wasn't sure what to do next.
