When Sophie Teased Ethan Ch 02

"Oh please! You're telling me that you two are going for a dance at Back Door, then off to the cabin for a weekend and you're saying neither of you have dates?"

"That's right Mom."

"I'm calling bullshit on all that, Sophie. You are both hooking up with people and having sex at the cabin."

"We're not."

Technically, it was true. We were planning to fuck each other, not other people.

Mom examined me, scanning body language ticks and expressions she knew so well. I couldn't hide, nor should I have to if her theory were true, but it wasn't and I needed to conceal the truth.

"Look, sweetheart. So long as you take precautions when hooking up, I don't mind but please stick to your story with Dad because he'll believe it and prefers to think of you as a virgin."

"That ship sailed a long time ago, Mom."

"Not in the mind of the guy who taught you to ride your first bike."

I was excited to have Mom's consent but couldn't show that too much. I'd probably raise suspicion if I spent the rest of the day in Ethan's bedroom, so I shouted in on my way by, told him our weekend away was approved, and scurried back to my room where I could pack and plan.

Ethan had another idea, opening my door silently a few minutes after the dust settled, slipping in, and closing it behind him. I spun around from inspecting a pile of scanty underwear and felt excited seeing him, then terrified that we might be discovered.

"You can't see what I'm wearing tonight, brother."

"I've seen your panties before sis."

"Oh fuck, don't say things like that. It sounds borderline perv."

"I have a few pairs of yours stashed away in my room, Sophie."

"Oh fuck, Ethan."

I screwed my face into a contorted, lewd mess, smiling lasciviously like the naughty slut hiding somewhere deep inside.

I wanked off my brother... no hold on, step-brother.

Fuck!

He danced through my room, sweeping me up in classic Jazz big band Charleston style. Ethan's arms swung from side to side with rapid forward steps and heels alternating backward kicks.

Mom taught both of us all the old-style dancing, including Cakewalk and Broadway. Our friends teased us mercilessly until jazz club Back Door opened in town, whereupon a queue formed outside our front door made up of people eating humble pie.

When I fell into his arms, Ethan cradled me, leaning in, panting vigorously but kissing me gently anyway.

"What's happening, dear brother?"

"I'm falling in love with my step-sister."

"I love you too, Ethan but this is seriously dangerous and taboo shit."

"For whom is it taboo?"

"Us being together would be for our parents."

"I think Mom knows already, Sophie."

"Oh fuck, do you really think so... I mean, seriously?"

His lips brushed gently against mine, and Ethan sat down on my bed, pulling me into his lap. Mom had no problem walking into his room anytime she wished, but nobody would ever invade my privacy... well, present company excepted of course.

His cock felt solid through the thin layers of clothes separating us and I exacerbated that, grinding my ass hard into his lap. Ethan grinned, cupping my breasts, kneading gently before tweaking my solid nipples playfully.

"Dad's a bit tuned out of these things. He honestly believes you are his daughter."

"Which I am."

"Not biologically."

"I feel like I'm Ben's daughter. I can tell you right now, hand on heart that Mom would be devastated if she discovered you didn't feel like her real son."

"But I do feel like she's my Mom. Sarah is the only mother I've ever known. I don't see why that must limit our options to be with one another."

We both fell silent and I noticed after a minute that Ethan's arousal below my ass had subsided. I felt discouraged about us, not wanting to bring our family crashing down.

"Sorry, Sophie."

"Why are you sorry sweetheart?"

"I can't stop this now because it's been building for years. You're the only woman I want."

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent. We can figure this out."

He rolled backward, lying on my bed while I straddled his waist, pleased to feel a solid cock rise again. I ground my ass downwards again, this time without the protection of a short skirt, then stopped, remembering what I'd been doing before Ethan slipped into my bedroom.

My face froze and I felt embarrassed.

"What's the matter, sis?"

"Umm, I was considering which panties to wear when you surprised me."

"Okay, so what?"

I looked down at my crotch in shame, biting my bottom lip while frowning in a most tawdry way. All kinds of ideas surged through my mind as a hedonistic riot ripped through my body eliciting uncontrollable shivers while causing tiny goosebumps to rise.

Ethan clicked on to my naughty shame and stared at my skirt as though wishing he had X-ray vision.

"May I peek, Sophie?"

"Of course, but we must be careful. Suspicion from Mom is the last thing we need right now."

"I know, but I've never seen your pussy."

"Your cock touched it earlier when it was all but inside me."

"And it felt so hot. May I have a closer look please?"

"What do you mean closer look?"

"I mean bring your pussy closer to my eyes."

I leaked cream from a hole that was prised open by my straddling Ethan's waist. His nostrils flared, but my brother hadn't registered, as I had, that what stirred him into a sexual frenzy was a faint aroma of my pussy.

"You want me to feed you my pussy, baby?"

"Yes, please."

I leaned forwards, pressing both hands on his chest to help me crawl up. When I sat astride Ethan's mouth with both creamy, swollen labia an inch above his mouth, Ethan wrapped both arms around my waist.

I placed both palms against the wall, lowering my wanton haven into his mouth.

"I've never been licked before brother and certainly never sat on a man's face. It's a first for me."

If he said anything between delightful moans I didn't hear him. Ethan licked the furrow between both of my swollen lips as I ascended on ripples of rapture into clouds that took me away from any trouble and the ills of my new relationship.

I felt his fingers scrabble around awkwardly, then gently pull my pussy lips wide apart, dragging a light bed of pubic whorls aside before he slid his warm, long tongue deep inside my hole.

Ethan licked the pink, soft, tight walls inside my pussy and I squeezed his tongue, welcoming it to a new home. He drained the cream that pooled just inside my entrance hole, swallowing hard while I squeezed out more.

When my step-brother's tongue lashed across the tip of my clitoris, before he clenched his lips around its base, sucking hard, I screamed with joy, clamping a hand across my mouth, stifling any sound that might betray our love while grinding out my orgasm on Ethan's face.

My womb felt like it spawned a billion butterflies whose wings fluttered and caused every fiber in my body to tremble, shiver or shudder in tune with mother nature.

"You have to stop now sweetheart. I came already and can't take any more."

"I would stay here forever."

"We have the weekend."

"Can we just go to the cabin and miss out on Back Door tonight? It would be safer not to expose ourselves in front of friends."

"It makes sense Ethan."

I lifted my soaking wet pussy off Ethan's face, delighted by his performance and my enjoyment. I'd only been fucked once before and that hadn't been great, so the tongue that lapped me into a tumultuous orgasm felt incredible.

"Are we brother and sister still, Ethan?"

"Yes, but we're also girlfriend and boyfriend, or at least I'd like to be."

"Me too."

I dozed off in his arms feeling like the queen with her knight, exactly as we played in our backyard. The similarities were striking, but this was no age of innocence and our game was for high stakes.