Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

But of course he loved his sister and he didn't really want to abuse her or belittle her. Still, there was maybe a trace of that feeling of hostility there now as he turned his sister over onto her back and began forcing entry into her steaming pussy an inch at a time. Without haste, savoring the hot wet hole, he guided his gristle-hunk slowly into the tight aperture. The intensity of his lust, his almost sadistic thoughts as he slid his prick between his sister's legs, alarmed him a little. He had never before experienced such conflicting emotions simultaneously. Then, those feelings disappeared just as quickly as they had appeared, and he felt nothing but love and infinite gentleness toward his sister, his beautiful female, Joyce, his loving sister who was yielding at last.

He held her legs high, making her look ridiculous, awkward, yet strangely graceful. "Joyce! Joyce!" he gasped, fucking her now, fucking the way his father had fucked her-but plunging deeper-and once again he heard the same sounds and saw the same facial expressions he had observed that awful night when he had become filled with hate and envy and despair that his own father was fucking his own sister.

But now she was calling: Denny! Denny! instead of daddy! daddy! He hoped fucking him was not the same to her as fucking their father. But, no, he thought, that couldn't he. I'm sinking deeper, fucking her harder than dad fucked her. Despite the hindrance of the rubber he wore, Joyce's pussy felt slick, wet and hot. But he envied what his father had described as his "operation," for he yearned to shoot his come up into her twat, too, just as father had done. But he could not… he dare not come inside her.

The bedsprings squeaked m a beautiful and steady rhythm as he drove his meat wedge harder and harder into his sister's cunt. She wanted it hard, because she kept telling him: "Harder, Denny… fuck me hard, hard!" And pelvis met pelvis-clashing, crashing in furious frenzy, sex-crazed abandon. Denny had his fists under her ass now, to raise her up higher so he could stick her harder and deeper…

They had thought Denise as asleep, but suddenly she began pleading from her own bed across the room. "Please, you two!" she begged. "Hurry up and f-finish-or s-stop! You're driving me crazy. Hurry! I'm shaking all over and my pussy's dripping wet!"

Denny loved the idea that his fucking was arousing still another female. "Agh! Agh! Agh!" he rasped loudly to torment Denise. He hoped she would finger-fuck herself as he fucked his sister. But the thought promptly fled from his mind, for at that instant Joyce announced she was coming. He had been holding back, just as Norma had taught him, but now he drove savagely and managed to let his load fly a few seconds later so that they reached the heights together. As he emitted huge, deep gasps he clasped his hand over his sister's mouth to silence her ecstatic screams. Then they lay tightly clasped together for what seemed half an hour, murmuring promises of lifetime devotion and love and talking about how good their first fuck together had been.

"We took an awful risk," Joyce said, finally. "Dear-ling, don't you think you'd better go to your own bed now?"

He kissed her, pressing his new erection against her leg, but she said they would fuck another time-to "call it quits" for tonight. He could not persuade her to fuck again, so he rose and collapsed into his own bed.

After several minutes, Denny said, "Can't I come over and fuck you once more?"

"No, Denny," Joyce said in a strange voice. "In fact, all of a sudden I feel terrible. I–I've been thinking maybe we should never do it again together. Do you understand? I know it sounds awful, but-but think of the c-consequences, Denny."

"So what?" he said, remembering Joyce with their father. "We got a good thing… why give it up?" He wondered if she would turn down her father, and anger surged through him.

"I'm not sure, Denny. I–I just know there is something terribly wrong about our doing that. I think I better wait and discuss it with you once we're on our way back home. Yes, on the plane… Yes, I'll talk to you on the plane about it… "

Denny pulled off the loose rubber that clung to his flaccid penis. He said nothing, and in a few minutes he fell fast asleep.

From the moment the three of them awoke the next morning, Denise stuck close to Denny. Finally, in the back yard, Denny tired of her stalking him like some kind of sexual prey. He turned on her.

"Hey, what the hell's gotten into you, Duchess?" he asked angrily.

She winked. "I want you to come to my bed tonight," she cooed. "I wanna show you something different-something you've never experienced before."

Denise simply stared at him, trying to conceal the lust she still felt from listening to Denny's loud and passionate screwing. Yes, she had resolved to douse the fires of desire that raged within her own craving body. She had decided to initiate Denny in the art of anal sex, but she gave no hint as to the nature of her lust.

Denny just gawled at her blazing, green eyes, wondering what had gotten into her-or not gotten into her! How could he fool around with her in the same bedroom with his sister-even if he wanted to fuck her? Yes, The Duchess had changed, for sure. She had really dropped her phony, sophisticated front. Despite himself, throughout the rest of the day he kept imagining sinking his meat into the cunt of his sexy-but-arrogant step-sister. "Different," she had promised. He wondered what she meant by different. Maybe the planned to have Frederick in bed with them! He could not get Denise off his mind. It would be another female conquest-three in one vacation! He loved Joyce, deeply and truly, but she had implied they should never fuck again. Didn't he have a right, then, to explore other avenues of relief? Yes, he decided. It was his birthright-as a male. He had to chuckle at his own reasoning, but he knew he would like to fuck Denise.

Before dinner that evening, he informed Joyce of Denise's proposition, testing her reaction. To his amazement, she advised him to go ahead, and she reaffirmed her own decision not to have sex with him again! Again, she promised to give him all her reasons once Walden Flats was behind them.

Denny took Joyce at her word and, later that night, when the lights were out and the house creaking silent, he stealthily tiptoed across the room to Denise's bed.

Denise quickly flung the covers aside. "I've been waiting for you, Denny," she said excitedly. "Come on. Climb in. We belong together, Denny," she whispered lustfully. "Denny and Denise. Yes, we belong together. I listened to you last night, and I'd guess you're a pretty good fucker. You're worthy of me, Denny. Aren't you glad?"

Denny cared nothing about his step-sister's arrogance at the moment. All he cared about were her tits, and her hot pussy that he could sink his cock into. To his joy, she seemed every bit as expert and horny as her mother. Already naked, Denise tugged at his under shorts until they were off. Then she began deftly rolling his dripping hard-on between her hands, complimenting him on his "bee-yooo-tee-full prick." She was a terrific French-kisser, her tongue nearly gagging him as she ran her fingers ticklingly all over his cock and balls. "Umm, a really neat prick," she said. "We're really going to have fun. You can do anything you want to me, but try to wait until I tell you what to do. I know more about sex than you, Denny."

Soon, she flung her leg so that her heel rested on her hip, and as they lay on their sides she directed his hand to her waiting cunt. "Suck on my nips for a while!" she commanded. Even in bed Denise tended to be very bossy, for she dictated the exact speed and pressure of his mouth on her titties and his finger against her pussy. He let her have her way, because her hand on his prick felt too good. Why argue? he decided.