You are so quiet, Malcolm, It's something wrong. I kept my eyes
on the plate in front of me. Nah, Mama, I'm just tired,
you know how I do those devils. I could not look across the
table at my mama. My stepsister was sitting beside her. If I looked
at her, the knowledge I knew would be all over my face. Oh
what knowledge? Oh nothing? Just My step sister started making foreigner and I
stumbled across her videos while on the corner of the other night. Out of
curiosity, I accidentally watched all eight of her videos. Bad Bam that name
took me to all the videos she featured and started, most of what centered
around her being gang banged by a group of men. It was bad enough
that I had found the content, It was even worse that I had been
unable to stop myself from watching them. Are y'all clean this up, my
stepdad said, taking a goulb of his beer. Me and Tisher complied,
gathering the plates and cups, taking them into the kitchen to be wrenched and
loaded into the dishwasher. The kitchen was silent except for the running fostered water
as she wrenched the dishes and then handing them to me the place in the
dishwasher rock yo. Mama was right, she said, you been with and
shit. I rolled my eyes out of habit so used to doing so.
Whenever she opened her mouth. Nothing but negativity ever came out of it.
How Ama being weird? You're not being your usual self important asshole self that
runs his mouth off fucking night, she said, at least you're being your
usual pleas herself with nothing but nice things with that about others? Is it
about that? Yeah, it's about that. Yell man. You must have
seen her post pictures with a new man. You man. I looked at
her. I got so mad. She smiled, elated that she had hit
a tender spot. You know what, I'm gonna leave. Yeah, I'm
gonna go ahead and leave before her some feelings in here. Before I could
walk past her, she bent over to put a bowl in a dishwasher.
The hand of her shirt started rising, revealing green ink on her light skin.
I sat down at the island, commanded my body not to do this,
not now, not when I needed to get away from her. See
my mind and my body what happen in the Civil War? As my dick
hardin despite how much I despised her and this right, the fact that she
was my stepsister. Scenes of her bent over taking dick flash to my mind.
I couldn't help but watch her bent over. Her spandex pants were see
through, so what was inside them was on full display. Not that I
hadn't seen it in all her videos, but real life beats the screen any
day. She looked back suddenly. It's like she felt my eyes burning holes
in their pants. Her head cock to the side of confusion, my eyes
looking away. She had noticed look at me, she said. I swallowed
nervously for what I want to see something. I kept my eyes straight.
I tried to act normal. I felt she came storming over. She got
a little attitude. So my hands went up in the fence because she she
put her hands on me before. But her hands didn't go for my face
as they did in the past. Nah, her hand went south of the
front of my pants, grabbing my dick through the dinum. We were both
in different states of shock. I couldn't believe her hand was grabbing me there,
and she couldn't believe that watching her had caused this reaction in my pants.
Information passed between our eyes as we realized the unexpected flare of lust that
was now present in the room. This lust has always been present, but
it was hidden because we are related. Our open animosity for each other became
a protective barrier that kept us from acting on it. And that shit was
gone. My hands reached out without consulting my mind, grabbing handful of her
ass cheeks I wanted to best since we first met at seventeen. She responded
by squeezing my dick, which was now a polar steel. I cannot stop
myself from wrapping both hands around her neck, her glossy lips part and the
breathe. She pulled herself closer to me and stuck a tongue in my mouth.
I had never been disaggressive with any woman in my past. I don't
know what came over me, but I like that. Aint y'all done in
there? Yet reality hit. It's like ten fold crashing to the ground.
We broke away from each other, putting as much distance between us as possible.
She heard out the kitchen to answer her Das's call, while I tried
to calm myself down. A shit, say how many times a right I
have to tell you? Don't open the potato chips up til your pay for'em.
You gonna have to tell me that all the time. You know I
like to turn to too is somebody just say come in here all the time.
Our Sunday tradition called for television after the dishes had been clean. It
was supposed to be a way of us bonding as a family, but our
old school parents liked to watch the same movies every week. This initially started
to make sure that we all sat down as a family. But shit,
I couldn't focus on that movie right now. I was too aware of Titius
sitting at the other end of the couch. I could see her legs and
off her a feel stretched out one a could crossing the other. An image
of those legs on the shoulders flashed through my mind out of nowhere, and
then my dick was hard again. I grabbed a throw pillow inside it in
my lap. Our parents didn't notice shit, but she noticed, and she
was her usual asshole self by smirking at me. And this was not a
laughing matter. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck my stepsister,
who I've lived with under this roof for the last three years, and
no We've never had a bond like brother and sister, and could barely stand
being in the same room together, but we were still related. That's still
my stepsister, that matters, right. How school going, baby tis?
His dad asked her, fine, just fine, Yeah, nothing to say
about your classes, your professors. No, it's exam season. My mom
trying to patting her husband's knee when she's off a campus. She ain't trying
to think about school. My stepdad let up. Always diffused by my mom,
but I didn't want to drop it. No, No, I wanted
to keep prying because it occurred to me that she might have dropped out any
new hobbies. Just her eyes born to mine, she was annoying. No,
I thought you said you got in the film. Both parents looked at
me, inquisitive, wondering where that theory came from. Pasted them. Titia's
face was surprised at first, and then relaxed into an amused expression. I
didn't expect. Actually, I have taken up film, she confirmed, sitting
forward so that we can see each other fully. That's very sweety, my
mama said, yeah, it is, I added, but I never would
have expected it, though, why not? She asked? Don't I look
like to take a duelephant of a camera. I couldn't help a smile,
immensely amused. Now I guess you do. You know we not into that
YouTube techie stuff, her dad said, dismissively. Put your work on the
DVD and I'll watch it. I'm sure it's already on the DVD, I
said, nearly laughing. She shot me a smile in the middle finger across
the couch. I excused myself to cope. I had started paying when the
door opened. She shut it with her back, crossing her arms across her
chest. I kept paying while she watched. You think you're funny, don't
you? She said, you're projecting? How funny you think I actually am?
I shot off the last few droplets. Somebody told you, or you
found out yourself. I found out myself how browsing the sights? Yep,
you were the first video on my hub feet You really thought that Redwick was
going to disguise you? Not really, It's just part of my image,
she said, What made you do it? A homegirl told me about an
audition she had done. If you flicks herself and the help with her finances.
But your dad gives you an allowance. It's not enough. She glanced
down at me, fixing my pants. How many did you watch? All
of them? I said, And you can take some dick, A lot
of it, actually, I replied. She shifted from one foot to the
other, her eyes changing, looking heavier. I waited for her to respond,
for the conversation to keep going, but she stayed silent. Her eyes
was doing that communication thing again. Shells broke out over my skin, like
her hand was touching me. So what was that in the kitchen? She
asked? That kids felt like you'd been wanting to do it for a long
time. They felt like you've been waiting for me to do it, I
said. She shrugged, neither confirming or denying. So what do we do
now, she asked. The correct answer would have been tried harder than before
to avoid each other. I don't know, I said, honestly. Should
we just do it, get it out of our systems? Nah, that
won't work. Why not? Because I've seen the way you cream? Ain't
no way. I'll have it once and I wanted it again. The corner
of your lips curved. She only creams when she likes it. Who's to
say she'll like you the way you were squeezing my dick, eyes and say,
she's at least excited to find out your tongue swiped across your juicy lips.
Wasn't now? I wanted to taste them again. Show it to me.
You said your eyes were lasers. Wait, watching, I placed my
hand at the front of my jeans. Slowly I unsnapped the button. Then
I pulled the zipper down. You watched like a hawk as I pulled my
boxes down enough to free my dick. Your lips parted, stunned, impressed,
he glowed. I thought you was gonna kiss me a can, but
he dropped to your knees. I watched in amazement as you took me into
your high mouth and began slurping, like how was your favorite popstickler? Shit?
Your mouth felt better than I imagine. Where we were it didn't matter
to me, nor did our parents' marriage certificate that had made a step siblings.
All that mattered was me reaching down, yanking your top along with your
bra and freeing those titties. I palmed them, squeezed them. You moaned
around my dick. The vibration said it another way for pleasure through my groin.
I grabbed your arms and pulled you up, sitting you on the countertop,
my lips locked onto a chocolate nipple. I held both titties, licking
and sucking back and forth between the two, indulging myself your teeth, sucking
to your loyal lips, and muffled the sounds you couldn't help making. I
continue sucking the nipple water, pulling your pants off as I expected, no
panties. That was your bear, pussy covered and peach for us. Your
clip piers with a pink bar bell. I spread your legs wide so I
could look at you. I'd wanted you in this position since the moment I
laid out on you. I circled your clip with my thumb. This ain't
the time to play with it, you said, full of me here roughly
by my shirt. Fuck me. I shoved your legs back nearly to your
shoulders. Your freaking as smarked at me, returning into roughness. My deck
strateds in the row and one thrust, no hands are needed and part of
your foes, and pushed its way into your tightness. I nearly moaned,
I lie, how fucking snug it was around my dick fuck this pussy,
you moan forcefully. I did as instructor, thrust the end and out of
that shit like it might disappear any minute. The counter rattled at the impact,
but I was beyond caring about being silent. My mind was a tunnel
that only saw me with my dick and my stepsister's pussy, drilling it,
getting pleasure from it. If our parents found out because they heard the noise,
then I was just gonna take the doll. But first I was going
to nut that's pussy I'd ever had the pleasure of being in. She pulled
me closer to kiss me, to quiet the moons. Every now and then
you would break our kiss to look down watching me slide in and out of
your pussy. I lifted your legs higher and gave you another inch. I'm
coming in this pussy, I told you, come in this pussy moon biting
your lot. I looked down at us and saw the thick white cream saturating
my dick more covering it every time I went in and came back out.
When your walls began tightening around me, I put it all inside you and
let it explode. You screamed, my hand covering your mouth too late?
Hell did you tell me? As we shut it together, we caught our
breasts, our eyes locked one another. I waited to see the regret in
your eyes. I waited for you to push me away and discuss that what
we had just done. Instead, you gave my lips a pack and gently
pulled away to get dressed. You didn't rejoin us on the couch. You
went up to your room, probably to recover and to beat down. I
just gave you the after glove of the orgasm, hit on the smile to
my face. Thank you,