A Forbidden Family Affair

My younger sister Angie and I rarely got along growing up. She and my little brother were always much closer. When my brother moved to his dad’s house, it got even worse, and I think she blamed me for it. But when I was 18 and she was 16, things changed. My mom remarried, and along with her scum bag husband, came our new stepsister Shayla, also 16, and she could not have been less like my sister. Angie was athletic and outdoorsy, and Shayla into trendy clothes and malls. Shayla was petite, with long brown hair, a tiny waist, and narrow hips. Angie had a more firm round body more built for a basketball court than a runway, with short blonde hair and wider hips. Angie tended to wear more practical clothes, mainly t-shirts and jeans that hugged her form and Shayla preferred trendy button up shirts with short skirts that matched to varying degrees. They shared a room, but spent every minute hating each other.

Somewhere along the way with their rivalry, I became a battle ground. Shayla started out just being generally nice to me, and since I was 18 and had a car, meant that she went with me places. Angie of course started getting jealous, and started trying to top her. They kept escalating their rivalry, and if one made me a sandwich, the other would cook me dinner. If one leaned against me while watching a movie, the other had to sit in my lap. No matter what happened, they had to show that they were better than the other and I, being the oblivious loser, never thought more of it than innocent one ups-man ship.

The innocence was tossed out the window though, and it was as much a surprise to me as anyone. I came home late one night after a concert, and Shayla was having a sleepover with her friend Christy. I quietly went to my room, and a few moments later, I heard a light knock on my door. Shayla was at the door. “Um, Christy was wondering if you wanted to lay down with us.” I shrugged, pulled on some shorts, and brought my pillow into the den. They each moved over to the edge so I was in the middle of the mattress, and they immediately rested their heads on my shoulders. I started to doze, but was awakened a short time later by a hand slipping down my shorts. The small fingers worked my shorts down and began to tenderly massage my balls. My shaft quickly hardened in surprise, and the small hand took hold of it and continued its massage. My first thought was Christy, but when I opened my eyes, she was sound asleep. I turned to my left, and my tongue and lips were assaulted. A fury of kisses covered my mouth, and a warm mouth nibbled at the soft skin on my neck. My assailant managed all of this while keeping my left arm pinned under her, though I had no inclination to offer any resistance. I could not believe what was happening. Shayla’s petite hand was gripping my cock, and her budding breasts pressed against me as she furiously kissed my face. With one arm pinned beneath her sleeping friend, and the other completely under the Shayla’s control, I was at her mercy. She quickly pulled herself up, pinning my cock between my stomach and her warm wetness, and started grinding her tender pussy against my aching cock, while freeing my hand to run across her firm ass and breast. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter. The whole time her friend slept soundly across my right arm, Shayla’s nubile body pressed tightly against me, the forbidden nakedness of it just making me want her more. Pre-cum oozed, mixing with her juices and our bellies slid against each other. I was nearly ready to burst, and we had barely begun. Just when I wanted to cry out, she leaned down close to me and said, “Shh, you don’t want to wake anyone up before the best part.” She kissed me lightly on the chin, and then with the smoothest movement, my world exploded in lights. Her slippery pussy wrapped around my cock and I knew right then that I was not going to set any records in duration. She bounced up and down with all the energy that only a teenage girl could muster. Her body moved like a piston, driving her down on me and rising again, and each movement serving to push me closer and closer to the edge. I couldn’t believe what was happening. She seemed possessed, and I was determined to satisfy her so I began to match her pace as I rocked my hips upward to match her downward movements. I put my arm around her waist to pull her down to me, and locked my mouth on her tiny titties, making her nipples rock hard with my tongue, before burying my face in her neck. I gripped her firm butt with my free hand, and pulled her down to me, driving my cock deep into her body. Her young pussy gripped my shaft and I pulled her even tighter. She let out the tiniest squeak, and I could feel her body clenching around my shaft, then a gush of wetness. This sent me over the edge, and I exploded inside of her, drenching her insides with sticky cum. As we lay there gasping, covered in sweat, Christy snored loudly right in my ear.

The next morning at breakfast, things seemed back to normal. Christy and Shayla ate pancakes, Angie ate eggs, and nobody mentioned anything unusual the night before. For the next few days, things seemed fairly normal, though I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Shayla’s body. She seemed to love flaunting it, and made it a point to give me glimpses every chance she got. Angie must have noticed, and decided she’d had enough. She had no intention of letting Shayla get so much attention without getting her say in things.

I lay sleeping early the next Monday morning, and without fully waking up, I heard my mom and stepdad leave for work. I heard a gentle creak of my bedroom door, and then a weight shifted around on my bed. A small body pressed against my back, and I thought maybe Shayla had decided on another adventure. Again, a hand slipped down my shorts, and I could feel a warm body press in against my bare back, with soft breasts and a softer tuft of hair on a warm pussy held firmly against me. As my rod attained its full extension, I could feel light kisses on the back of my neck. I turned over to meet her mouth and nearly shouted in surprise. As I lay there amazed, Angie’s naked body, firm, fit and athletic, captured my attention. Without saying a word, she pulled my shorts off and wrapped her lips around my rock hard shaft. Her tongue wormed its way around the head, before she brought her mouth completely to the base of my cock. I could feel her throat squeezing tightly on me before she pulled back. She began using her face to fuck my cock with a passion. Angie’s moans of satisfaction mixed with mine. Soon I ached to taste her like she tasted me. I pulled her body over to me and buried my face in her sweet smelling slit. Her clit glistened at me, as I lapped at her furiously. Time and time again she gushed at me, and I drank in her juices each time. After what had seemed forever, I could feel my balls clenching, and Angie still working her way up and down without pause. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold back any longer, she stopped. I ached for release, and she wanted to make me wait. She rose up, and moved her body, positioning herself over my cock, grinning impishly. With a sly smile, she slipped it into her amazingly tight ass. Unable to hold back, I came the moment I was inside her. She wasn’t finished with me though, and her firm ass kept my cock hard. She slowly worked her body up and down, and my seed provided some slipperiness as it coated inside her. She kept her body moving and writhing and her handful sized breasts jiggled enticingly. Soon, she was pounding away furiously, taking the full extent of my shaft deep inside her. She dug her fingers into my chest and bit her lip as she impaled herself on me again and again. I could not believe my sweet baby sister was in my bed, with my cock buried so completely inside her ass, and I was quickly returning to the point of ecstasy. Unable to handle any more, I pushed her over onto her back, and started pounding into her with reckless abandon. She buried her fingers into her pussy, and wave after wave of her orgasms poured over me, and I picked up my pace. Soon, Angie was gasping, and begged, “Come! Come in me. I want you to come in me, please!” With that, I just couldn’t hold back a moment longer and let go with a torrent. When I did, it was too much for her, and she unleashed a torrent of her own, and dripped down her body and wetted my balls with her juices. I lay back, panting, and Angie set about licking my balls and shaft clean. She then leaned in, buried her tongue in my mouth. After a few moments, she leaned out, kissed me on the forehead, and then left my room to get dressed for school.

At school, things seemed back to normal for the girls, but it was hell for me. My friends kept going on about their weekends, and who they claimed to have made out with, and on and on. Of course I couldn’t tell about my amazing weekend, and even if I could, who would believe me? Angie and Shayla passed me in the hall a few times that day, but didn’t give any real indication that anything had happened. By

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