James Porter: Hot and horny family

He smiled at Kathy. "Is this the Simpson residence?" he asked.

Kathy hesitated momentarily, because the name was still strange to her. However, she quickly recovered and said, "Yes, but my mother and Mr. Simpson aren't at home."

The young man seemed surprised. "They aren't?"

"No, they're away for a few days."

"Oh, sure! They must be on their honeymoon." "That's right," Kathy replied. She had noticed how handsome the young man was, and she liked his quick smile. "Who shall I say called?"

He grinned again. "I'm Mr. Simpson's son, Pete. He called me at camp and told me he had gotten married. He gave me this address and said I should drop around as soon as I could. Well, I've been on leave for the last couple of days, and I suppose Dad tried to phone me to tell me about the honeymoon but couldn't reach me."

"Probably so," Kathy said, returning his smile. "But there's no reason for you to leave. Why don't you come in and we can get acquainted? I'm Kathy, Mrs. Simpson's daughter. I guess that makes me your stepsister, doesn't it?

"Right!" He took off his cap and stepped into the house, carrying his bag. "Dad told me about you, and about Billy too. Is he around?"

"Well, no. Not right now. He's spending the night with a friend."

"Sounds like that leaves you all alone," Pete said, grinning in a very friendly way.

"Just me and the cat," Kathy replied. "You can leave your bag right here in the hall, and we can go into the living room."

She led the way.

"Would you like a Coke?" she offered.

"Sounds good."

"Why don't you take off your tie and sit down and relax? Take your shoes off, too, if you'd like to."

"You really know how to make a guy feel at home," Pete said.

Kathy thought about his remark as she went to the kitchen to get the Cokes, and a strange little buzzing began in her cunt. He was very good-looking, big and muscular, with curly black hair. Now that she had found out what sex was all about, he was just the sort of guy she would like to get it on with.

But he was her stepbrother, and that meant she couldn't fool around with him. It would be almost as bad as fucking Billy, who she was ashamed of despite the pleasure it had given her.

This thought brought her fear that she might be pregnant, and suddenly she had a mental flash.

What if she were to make a play for Pete right now? He was in the Army, which meant he was away from girls most of the time and therefore probably very horny. If he were to break down and fuck her, she would have a handy person to blame for knocking her up. And it could even be true. How would she know later who was responsible-Pete or Billy?

The more she thought about it, the better the idea seemed. It was nasty in a way. But if Pete responded to her invitation and fucked her, he would have only himself to blame.

And he was such a handsome guy, it would be a pleasure to ball him. She quivered as she carried the Cokes into the living room.

Pete had removed his tie and had stretched out in a comfortable chair. Kathy drew a cushioned stool over next to him and sat down on it.

He thanked her for the Coke and took a sip. He looked down at her, grinning. "I didn't expect to find I had such a pretty sister," he said.

"Stepsister," Kathy corrected.

"Yeah. I guess that makes a little difference." A slight change occurred in his eyes, and she could tell he was thinking somewhat along the same lines as she was, though she doubted if he had let his thoughts run quite so far. She watched Pete, her eyes glinting warmly, and she noticed the color in his cheeks as he squirmed a little.

I'm turning him on, she thought with pleasure. I wonder if his cock is getting hard?

She said, "You know, I told you to take your shoes off. You can't be comfortable with those heavy things on your feet."

She dropped to the carpet to sit next to his legs. She put her Coke aside and reached for one of his feet. Her short skirt had climbed halfway up her thighs, and she noticed that Pete was ogling them.

She began to unlace his bulky Army shoe.

"Hey you don't have to do that," he said in confusion. But it was plain the action pleased him.

She pulled off his shoe and turned to the other one. She quickly removed that one, too.

"Now how about these socks?" she said, and began to pull one down.

He was thrilled by the very personal attention Kathy was giving him, her fingertips trailing along his ankles and feet were marvelously exciting. When she picked up one of his bare feet and held it, his cock became hard.

"That tickles," he said huskily, but he made no attempt to pull away.

"You have good feet," she told him as she caressed the one she held.

With that, she bent quickly and rubbed her face along the side of his foot.

Pete didn't know what to make of this sexy creature, who, he judged, was barely old enough to have hair on her cunt, and certainly too young for him to fuck. Besides, she was his stepsister. That meant he didn't dare touch her.

He decided he would have to turn her off without further delay, though his cock was throbbing for action. "I think you'd better cut that out," he said, and tried to draw his foot from her grasp.

But she clutched it with greater determination and began to lick it up and down. Her moist, gliding tongue felt wonderful against his skin. The fact that it was his foot that she was licking made the pleasure especially intense. It was as if she had no reservations as if she were prepared to do anything at all with him. She nibbled at his toes and took his big one into her mouth. She sucked on it.

As his cock throbbed harder and his blood churned hotly through his entire body, Pete felt his resistance crumbling. If she didn't stop what she was doing, God only knew what might happen.

She gently put down the foot she had been kissing and began sliding her hands up his leg, caressing him through his pants. She smiled at him, her lips slack and her eyes glazed and misty.

He had never known a girl her age to come on so strong, and the fact that they were practically related made it even more amazing. He thought there must be something wrong with her.

When he tried to twist away, she immediately slid a hand the rest of the way up his inner thigh. She shocked him by cupping the lump in his pants that contained his bulging cock. The feel of her delicate hand caressing his hard-on through his trousers sent a blast of pleasure roaring through him and caused his prick to twitch.

"Oooooo, it's jumping!" Kathy cried. "I just love cocks!"

His brain reeled. He could hardly believe what she was doing-but he certainly could feel it. Her caressing hands were driving him out of his mind.

Kathy had enjoyed making the lewd remark because she wanted to think of herself as a swinging chick. She no longer had the slightest moral inhibition to restrain her as far as sex in general was concerned, and she had managed to convince herself that her relationship to Pete didn't matter. He was just a strange boy to her.

As excitement rose strongly within her, and she felt her cunt begin to dribble onto the nylon crotchband of her panties, She attacked the fly of Pete's trousers, grasping the tab of his zipper and pulling it down.

"'No…" he groaned. But he wanted her to continue with what she was doing.

She snaked her dainty hand into his pants and through the fly of his shorts. A tremor rocked him as she closed her cool fingers around the throbbing, hot column of his prick. She pulled the swollen cock out, and the minute it was free, the last trace of limberness went out of the horny shaft and it stuck straight up, rigid as an arrow with a big, rosy head.

"Oooh, it's beautiful!" Kathy gushed as she ran her encircling thumb and forefinger up and down the shaft and watched a drop of clear lubricant ooze out of the hole in its tip. "I just have to…"