It was past midnight when the buzzing of my phone woke me up, just as I was finally drifting off into the dream world. Sleep didn’t come easy tonight, thanks to a Christmas-themed karaoke party at the bar across the street. Grumpily, I reached for my phone to mute it. When I looked at the screen, I raised my brows in surprise.
“New message from Janina.”
Janina was the daughter of my mother’s second husband. “Stepsister” wouldn’t be the appropriate term, as we were both adults and on our own already when my mum and her dad got together. While we always got along well, we’d never been really close. We saw each other only on important birthdays and, well, Christmas.
Janina was charismatic, funny, and, in her own way, sexy. A couple of years younger than me, she was just over five feet tall and very womanly built. Big breasts, wide hips, and a shapely round butt that looked great in the tight jeans she used to wear. Long auburn hair fell on her shoulders and framed her face, her full lips often forming a warm, intelligent smile. Since I have been in a committed relationship for ten years now, and she was technically almost family after all, I limited myself to undressing her with my eyes, hoping not to be caught.
And now, out of the blue, she wrote me on WhatsApp in the middle of the night… very unusual behavior. Part of me knew something was up before I even read the message. It was innocent enough – but then again, it wasn’t at all.
Janina: Hey Max… still awake?
Me: To be honest, you woke me up… I forgot to mute my phone.
Janina: Whoops, sorryyyy…
Me: Never mind. What’s up?
Janina: Oh, I just got home from a girls’ night. And I’m a bit drunk, I’m afraid… and not really tired… and just thought, why not text someone? And you are that someone now.
Me: You never ever texted me randomly late at night 😀
Janina: True. But I’m bored and alone tonight.
I felt it in my stomach. That certain mood. Approaching the forbidden fruit. Curiosity, slowly building arousal. Testing the waters. Not quite crossing the line.
Me: Well, it happens that I’m on my own tonight as well; Sarah’s working.
And why exactly did I tell her that?
Janina: Aww, poor guy has to take care of himself tonight? Welcome to my world :/
Janina: You fucked her last night, though, am I right?
Okay, I know. At this point, I absolutely should have ended the conversation if I were a good, loyal boyfriend. I didn’t.
Me: I don’t think it would be appropriate to discuss our sex life with you, would it?
Janina: Oh, come on.
Janina: You know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex? I need some fuel for my mental engine.
Janina: Don’t be a pussy. Sarah’s hot. You’re handsome. I like the picture in my mind… What’s the harm? Tell me what you did to her!
Janina: I bet you took her doggy…
Me: Wow… seems like someone’s a little horny tonight?
Janina: That’s the understatement of the fucking century. Damn, I’m so starved…
Janina: If someone broke into my flat right now, I’d probably just bend over for him 😀
By now, I had stopped thinking with my brain.
Me: I have to admit, I like that picture in my mind too…
Janina: Oh yeah? You like your woman on all fours, wiggling her ass for you?
Me: Let’s just say you definitely have the ass for it.
Janina: You like my ass? I definitely wouldn’t mind if you took care of it right now.
I was hard as a rock and started slowly stroking my cock. This was so wrong, but nothing could make me stop right now. She was typing again. That woman was on fire.
Janina: Oh boy, this is hot. I’m soaked. I’ll need to change the sheets tomorrow. Please tell me what you’d do to me if you got your hands on me right now!
Me: Right now? I’d have a hard time holding back…
Janina: Please don’t hold back!
Me: You like a good spanking?
Janina: Yeah, but only if it hurts.
Me: How about sucking cock?
Janina: Oh my God, I would fucking love a dick in my mouth right now! I’d swallow you whole on the spot. But in the mood I am tonight, I would do whatever you want anyway…
Janina: Hell, I’m so damn turned on it’s no longer funny… Got to get my toys…
Me: The thought of you toy-fucking yourself almost makes me soil the blanket…
Janina: Such a waste… cum belongs inside me!
Janina: Inside me, onto me, everywhere…
Me: Any hole I want?
Janina: Fuck yeah. I’m all yours. Take me anyway you want… Just shove it into me…
Janina: You want my backdoor? It’s been months since I’ve been properly fucked in the ass…
Janina: Damn, now you got me in the mood for anal… I need to feel something in my ass right now…
Me: Shit… I’m gonna cum soon if you keep talking like that…
Janina: I’m close myself… You like it when I talk dirty to you? When your slutty little stepsister fingerfucks her tight butthole? Can you please gape me open and cum in my ass?
This was too much for me; my cock felt like it would burst at any moment, and then I came so hard that the phone dropped from my hand, and a massive load soiled my shirt and almost hit my face.
For a short while, there was digital silence. Coming down from my orgasmic high, my brain started working again.
Me: Oh my God. What was that?
Janina: Right? I’m lying in a huge mess right now, and my cunt is so swollen it feels twice the size. Dude, I’m glad I woke you up.
Me: I take it that this stays between you and me?
Janina: Of course.
Me: Because otherwise, I’m dead, you know?
Janina: Don’t worry. My lips are sealed. I promise you.
Me: Thanks.
Janina: I’d rather have them pushed open by the tip of your cock, but they’re sealed.
Me: You are killing me…
Me: Good night, I guess. Got to catch an early train tomorrow.
Janina: Okay. I’ve got a mess to clean up here first. Or make some more mess and clean up later… we’ll see. Sleep tight, big boy. :p
Me: Sleep tight…
—
As so often is the case in the North of Germany, December didn’t bring the festive and majestic snow-covered fields and villages everyone was hoping for. Instead, the western wind blew clouds full of rain across the gray sky, cars splashed through pools of muddy water, and in front of the supermarkets, exhausted mothers fought for parking spaces. Merry Christmas time.
Like a zombie, I walked the mile to the train station. After what happened last night, I didn’t find sleep immediately, despite being exhausted.
I was kind of glad I didn’t see Sarah today. We kissed goodbye yesterday as she worked on Christmas. She usually chose to do so, both for the benefits and the good excuse not to visit her horrible parents. So at least I didn’t have to fake normality for her.
On the train, my mind kept drifting off, remembering what happened last night. Did it happen? In my sleep-deprived state, my memory already felt unreal and sketchy.
Without really noticing, I opened the WhatsApp chat from last night and read it again. My pulse quickened. There it was, the proof of what we did—just as raunchy, dirty, and irresistible as last night. I read it twice.
Then, my stomach tightened when I looked at the screen:
“Janina is typing”
Janina: Caught you! You’re reading our hot chat from last night, aren’t you?
Janina: Because that’s what I’m doing.
Me: Good morning. I’m extremely tired.
Janina: Me too. When we said goodnight to each other, I was still so horny I needed to cum once more. The toys are lying all around me in my bed. And during the night, I must have kicked off the blankets because half my upper body is cold and exposed.
Janina: Wanna have a wake-up picture?
Me: No. Listen, Janina…
This had to end. In the light of day, with no erection throbbing between my legs and draining the blood from my head, the whole thing felt like a disaster waiting to happen. She was typing faster, though.
Janina: Where do you stay over Christmas?
Me: At my mom’s. But please, let me tell you something:
Again, she was typing faster than I was.
Janina: I’m staying over at Aunt Martha’s. Just down the street. In the spare bedroom on the first floor. She never locks the front door, you know?
Me: Stop it, please. Seriously.
Janina: I know, I know, I know. You’ve got a giiirlfriiiiend…
She sent me three rolling eyes emoticons.
Janina: It’s okay. Don’t worry, I will leave you alone now. I know you are a good guy and you want to be faithful to her.
A good guy would not have had this conversation, I thought to myself…
Me: That’s true.
Janina: And I respect that.
Me: I mean it. Nothing more will happen between us, okay? It was stupid enough to begin with.
Janina: I enjoyed it a lot, and so did you. But relax. I won’t molest you.
Janina: Got to take a shower now. I smell like fucked pussy – thank you again 😉
With that, she went offline.
—-
Mid-afternoon, I walked from the train station to my mom’s house. Hungry and tired, I was looking forward to the cozy, decorated living room, a coffee, and a huge piece of apple pie.
Lost in my thoughts, I passed by Aunt Martha’s. My heart beat faster. It had to be her Toyota parked in front of the house. Somewhere inside she was, behind an unlocked door… I shook my head to clear my mind, and walked on.
“Welcome home!” My mom embraced me with a big smile on her face.
Over the next few hours, the family trickled in by and by, filling the overheated living room with chatting and laughter. The delicious scent from the kitchen, where the dinner was already in the oven, mixed with the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and the stove spread comfortable warmth across the house. I felt at home and was at ease for the first time since my phone buzzed last night.
That was when Janina arrived. With her typical upbeat attitude, she walked inside, greeting everyone with her broad smile and an empathetic “Merry Christmas!”
She had chosen a strapless dress. Her long, curly hair fell on her bare shoulders, a pearl necklace directing the looks to her ample cleavage.
The dress wasn’t tight-fitting, but it hugged her curvy figure nicely without showing off too much. Only her wide hips stretched the fabric a bit more, and it clung to her full, round, wiggly butt. From the knees down, she was bare, her smooth, pale skin contrasting nicely against the dark blue dress.
Everyone got a hug, and soon she looked up at me with a cheeky face and pulled her arms around me. I felt the swell of her breasts, her petite hands on my neck. “Merry Christmas to you as well…”
Her breath was warm against my ear and made me shiver. The embrace lasted just a moment too long, unnoticeable to others but very obvious to me. Then, she let go of me and turned away, ignoring me for the next few hours.
The first part of the evening went smoothly. We all took our places at the big table loaded with delicious food and had the first round of drinks. Janina sat on my side of the table but at the other end, so I rarely got to look at her. She was involved in a lively chat with some young niece of hers, while I had to speak loudly and slowly so Grandma could follow me.
I drank a bit too fast, though. Maybe because the ice-cold lager was just too tasty, or maybe because of nervousness.
It was around nine o’clock when I needed to use the bathroom, which was a few rooms away. It was quieter here, the voices from the living room muffled by two closed doors and the floor in between.
I found the door locked and had to wait for a minute. Then, I heard the toilet being flushed and the key being turned from the inside. Janina stepped out of the bathroom, suddenly inches away from me. My heart skipped a beat. She seemed to be surprised only for a second; then her smug grin returned.
“Enjoying the party, big boy?”
She held my stare and looked me so deep in the eyes it was almost unbearable. I tried hard to play it cool.
“Sure, sweetie. Who doesn’t enjoy a Christmas dinner?”
“There are things I’d enjoy a bit more…” she replied, licking her lips. Her eyes were indiscreetly wandering all over my body.
“Oh, but where are my manners!” She faked an embarrassed expression. “I’m sure you badly need to pee. The bathroom is all yours!”
With that, she stepped aside, but only a little bit. She still stood half in the door frame, making no intention to move any further.
Again, that cheeky smile. She was playing with me. I decided to simply ignore her. Unceremoniously, I squeezed past her. I felt her leg touching my crotch, her big breasts softly pressed against my chest. I inhaled her intoxicating perfume. She was breathing a bit faster now. Her hand lingered on my thigh; it had no business being there.
I closed the door behind me and was alone in the bathroom and heard her walk away.
My mind was spinning. And of course, it took me a while before my cock was relaxed enough so I could pee.
—
When I returned to the table, I noticed she’d changed her seat. Now, she sat opposite to me, two chairs to the left. I couldn’t avoid staring at her if I tried.
I don’t know if it was the incident in the door frame, the alcohol, or the way she looked at me, but my resistance started fading away. I drank and watched: her tongue licking cream from her lips, her fingers playing with strands of curly hair, or trailing the hem of her dress in front of her silky cleavage. I knew she wanted me. All it took from me was a single nod of consent, and she’d jump at me like a bitch in heat. Lust and decency were arm wrestling each other, and decency was almost touching the table with the back of her hand.
My phone buzzed. I used that to escape a tiring discussion with my cousin Andi about the upcoming election and excused myself for a second.
“New message from Janina.”
With a mouth dry as sand, I read.
Damn. I’m looking at you all the time, and the only thing on my mind is: Fuck me!
Sorry, I can’t help it. Please, please, fuck me! Hard, deep, and passionate, until you release yourself inside me. My whole body is craving it. I know you think you shouldn’t, but if you don’t fuck me tonight, I will burn from the inside… It’s up to you. Either ignore this message or get ready to wreck me!
That was all it took—the straw that broke the camel’s back.
I stood up from the table and, slightly unsteady after my fifth beer, went into the hallway. Nothing. The bathroom door was open. The door to the kitchen was closed, though. I rushed inside.
There she was, standing in the middle of the kitchen and typing on her phone. When she looked up, I was already close. I pushed her against the fridge, my body pressed tightly against hers. Her mouth half open and her eyes blurry, she didn’t say a word, but I felt her hand squeeze my ass. Avid for her body, I grabbed her tits hard through the fabric, pushed my leg between hers, and pulled her in for a sloppy, predatory kiss. She purred like a cat when my right hand slid under her dress, feeling the wetness of her crotch.
When I yanked down her panties, her eyes widened in shock.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want!”
My voice was raw and raspy when I hissed at her.
“In the kitchen? Oh, fuck… we’ll get caught, you idiot… hmmm… fuck, you feel so good… stop it now!”
I was way too horny already to think of anything but her wet pussy and how badly I wanted my dick inside her.
Then, I heard the footsteps as well. Panic hit. Seconds before the door opened, I swung around, acting as if I were checking something in the dishwasher, while Janina turned and opened the fridge.
In that position, sweet, innocent, fifteen-year-old Lina couldn’t see that the front of her dress was in disarray. The girl seemed unsuspecting. She just gave us a shy smile and took a bag of chips from the cupboard.
I can’t believe to this day that we got away with it.
When Lina was gone, we both took a deep sigh, and our eyes met.
“Shit, that was close!”
She grinned at me.
“You’re such a pervert, trying to fuck me in your mom’s kitchen…”
“Look who’s talking. You’re the needy little whore begging for cock. You are as wet as a soaked sponge!”
She smiled. Slowly, she approached me. She had to stand on her toes to be close enough to my ear, then she whispered:
“I’ll excuse myself and go upstairs. You follow a bit later. Don’t make me wait too long. My mouth is all watery…”
—
I sat in my chair, leaned back with dizzy eyes, waiting for her move. I wasn’t able to focus on the conversation around me anymore.
Each time our eyes met, she opened her mouth slightly, her face distorted with uncontrollable desire. Waves of lust rushed through my body. A cocktail of alcohol and arousal had washed away any remorse or rational thought whatsoever. I felt a painful twitch in my suddenly way-too-tight jeans. Oh, how badly I wanted to feel her curvy body rocking against mine, to lick the salt off her skin, to squeeze inside her hot, juicy pussy…
Then, slowly, she rose from her chair.
“Wow, I really don’t feel like walking all the way up to Martha’s in that rain… I’m pretty wasted, and I think I forgot my warm coat…”
With her slightly slurred voice and flushed face, holding on to a chair with her weak knees, it was quite a convincing act. If only they knew…
Of course, like any good host, my mother offered Janina the couch upstairs to crash on, right next to the guest room where I was sleeping.
She excused herself and wished everyone a good night. Then, she gave me one last, hungry look, bit her lip, and turned for the stairs.
How long did I have to wait to avoid arousing suspicion? I managed about ten minutes, which felt like hours. Then I declared that I was terribly tired because I’d had a short night (which was true) and needed to catch a few hours of sleep. Judging by their faces, no one in the room had the faintest idea what was going on, or they kept their poker faces well.
I left the living room and closed the door. My whole body was tense as I slowly walked up the creaking stairs. I knew she heard me coming. I knew she was waiting.
It was dark upstairs, except for the moonlight that fell through the window. I could make out that the door to her room was slightly open, and without hesitation, I stepped inside.
I had only half entered the room when I felt her warm hands on my neck, dragging me down onto the couch while her tongue slipped into my mouth for an impetuous, sloppy, greedy kiss.
“You kept me waiting, you bastard!”
She was breathing fast and was already busy opening my belt. Soon, my shirt and pants were gone, along with her dress. Her huge tits dangled in the moonlight when she pulled down my shorts and smiled. I felt her warm breath on my cock.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this!”
She wasn’t playing around. After hours of teasing, the sudden stimulation was almost too much. My moaning filled the room.
She took me deep. The warm tightness of her throat was almost unbearable, and when she first released me with a gagging sound and her playful tongue slid along the length of my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer if she kept doing that.
I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up, and sucked her nipples. They were hard like diamonds, and she pushed her chest against me. I bit her hard.
“Aaaaaah…!”
A high-pitched cry escaped her, so loud that my heart skipped a beat.
I took hold of her head and put my hand over her mouth. “Fuck, you wanna get caught!?”
She shook her head.
“I’m going to fuck you now!”
She nodded enthusiastically, pure primal lust in her eyes. Impatiently, she started licking my hand.
“Will you keep quiet?”
I removed my hand to let her speak.
“Oh my God, yes, but will you finally fuck me? I need to feel you inside me. If I’m too loud, just push my head into the pillows or gag my mouth, but please, please stuff my cunt now!”
I was so hot that I did not need any invitation. Pushing her face down onto the couch, I spread her legs and, without further delay, parted her lips. We both moaned in unison when I sank my full length into her wet fuck hole. Her big, firm ass started rocking in my rhythm. When I pulled her head back by her hair, she sighed and closed her eyes in bliss. With my free hand, I massaged and squeezed her butt cheeks.
I was in heaven and didn’t want this to end, but I felt my cock pulsing and twitching and knew I was close. She was as well, apparently, whimpering and moaning into the pillows, her right hand frantically rubbing her clit while I pounded her hard from behind.
“You on birth control?”
My pace quickened and became more erratic as my orgasm built up.
“No, but fuck it!”
She was out of breath.
“Cum inside me! I want to feel it!”
I slammed in and out of her like a wild animal now, while Janina was a twitching mess, pinned down by my weight.
With the last vestige of reason, I pulled out. She grunted in frustration and quickly turned around, trying to get some.
I came harder than ever before. The first splash hit her forehead, the second just missed her open mouth. I kept cumming, spraying her neck, her tits, her belly.
Completely exhausted, I fell onto her sticky body. Nobody spoke. We heard the laughter and music from downstairs. I felt her heart beating and smelled her scent of sex and sweat.
She sighed.
“Damn…”
Her wetness was rubbing against my leg.
“…I always hate it when guys pull out!”
“Thank God at least I had some brain activity left and didn’t try to make you a mommy!”
Her nipples were still hard, poking my hairy chest. She laughed and pinched my ass.
“You are such a chicken. But hey, if you are too scared to play a little roulette…”
I felt her finger probing between my cheeks.
“… then next time just take my backdoor…”
