Stephanie Modders lay on her bed with her cell phone in her hands, hovering over her face, clicking away at her texts. Her pink spaghetti-strapped under shirt was half riding up her belly, revealing the belly button piercing, which her mother nearly killed her for getting last year. Even though she was 18 when she got it, her mom didn’t like piercings anywhere but the ear, and she didn’t like tattoos, period. Which is why Stephanie was taking this time, while her mother was out running errands, to wear as few clothes as possible and air out the recent tattoo she had gotten on the small of her back. Every other waking and sleeping minute she spent at her mom’s house, she would have to wear some oversized sweatshirt or a baggy t-shirt that wouldn’t risk revealing her tattoo any time she bent over.
Matt didn’t mind in the least. He sat balancing on a large blue sit-up ball in the room’s corner and pretended to type on his phone. In reality, though, his eyes couldn’t keep from creeping up and down his stepsister’s body. She had long, tanned legs that stuck out from the small black shorts with pink trim she wore.
Why even wear those? They cover no more than panties would.
Matt knew how wrong it was to be so attracted to his stepsister. It’s not like he didn’t try to be, but then again, technically speaking, she wasn’t really a stepsister. His father had dated Ms. Modders for 5 years and had lived together for 4. They broke up not too long ago, and even though they were never married, it felt like a divorce. Breaking up the family just as it was starting to feel normal.
His father moved on to his third long-term girlfriend, with whom Matt now lived. It was becoming a sick joke—the collection of stepsiblings and parents Matt was collecting. Ironically, he had no biological siblings, and after his real mother passed away from cancer as a child, that only left him and his douchebag father. Of course, all of his fake stepsisters and fake stepmothers were incredibly/unfairly attractive. It was one perk of having an absurdly rich and asshole-inclined father. Plenty of attractive women somehow ‘fell in love’ with him, magically.
It was fine. Matt had made his peace with it after his father broke up with Stephanie’s Mom. It helped that all of his ‘stepfamilies’ seemed to genuinely like Matt. He was a good-looking boy. Polite, funny, and outgoing. He had just graduated from high school and would have attended college in the fall. But unlike the heartless business tycoon his father was, Matt planned to study medicine to become a doctor. He enjoyed helping people. He liked making them feel better.
Matt picked up pieces of Stephanie’s clean and dirty clothes that littered the ground around him and threw them at her playfully, one piece at a time. At half speed, she batted the clothes away with one hand, her eyes still not leaving her phone. “Stop it, freak,” Stephanie whined.
“Pay attention to me.” Matt did his best to annoy her, and he was succeeding. “What are you even doing? Writing your memoirs?”
“A friend of mine just hooked up with this guy in a hotel she works at,” Stephanie smiled, biting her lower lip. “So naturally, we’re all discussing the pros and cons of marriage at this point.”
“She make a vid of them hooking up?” Matt asked.
Stephanie glanced down over the top of her perky breasts at her stepbrother. She gave him a measured look, as if deciding between a repulsed response or one of humor. She went with one somewhere in the middle. “Ugh. Freak. And no, I already asked.” She gave him a devious smile through her pink, sparkling lip-glossed lips that made Matt’s cock pulse under his jeans.
“Damn, I could use some new vids—watched all the good ones on the internet,” Matt boldly joked. He felt heat rise to his cheeks.
They had an odd relationship. Having met when they were both teenagers, they became friends early on. Since they were both going through a phase of learning about their sexuality, naturally, their humor had tested sexual boundaries. They used to talk more like friends would back when their parents lived together. Now, it had been almost a year since Matt had seen Stephanie. She had disappeared to college for her freshman year and never visited her mom when she did. So hanging out today was especially awkward since they hadn’t seen each other in some time. Stephanie’s eyes flicked down to him, and she silently shook her head as if to say, You’re stupid.
He might have been reading too much into things, but she used this moment to adjust her position. She tucked her feet closer to her butt, so her knees were in the air and slightly parted. The thin shorts- the only thing keeping him from her warm, tight lips were tucked into her ass crack and flush to her pelvis. He could almost see an outline of everything.
Matt could feel the flush in his cheeks. He took deep breaths in an attempt to quell the flaring heat to his face that ultimately did nothing. He wasn’t thinking logically anymore. He wasn’t thinking at all. The blood flowed far from his brain to the growing shaft between his own legs. He knew he should not have pursued this flirtatious side of things, but he couldn’t help it. Everything about her was intoxicating.
He remembered how they used to get into wrestling matches over everything. Every time it ended in a chorus of giggling. But once his asshole father broke up with her mother a year ago, that all stopped. Now Matt came to visit Stephanie’s mom once a month for a day or two over the weekend. Enough time so Stephanie’s mom wouldn’t hassle him.
Matt didn’t have to visit. He was 18 now, but he liked visiting because he liked this family—and Stephanie. He kept the visits up while Stephanie was in college so that it wouldn’t seem suspicious when she returned home over the summer, and Matt started visiting again. He especially liked times like these when her mother was out getting groceries or with her friends. It made his fantasies more powerful. Even though he knew nothing could ever happen between them, just the possibility of it was enough to make him get a hard-on.
He threw a series of shirts from the floor at her. Each one is getting closer to her face. Each one made her more and more perturbed. His last throw of a dirty pair of jeans that covered her face put her over the edge.
In one motion, she tore the jeans from her face and smacked her phone down on the bed beside her. “That’s it!” She yelled as she lunged from the bed and dove for him. Matt tried to brace himself, but the shock of it toppled him off the sit-up ball as she tackled him. The pair of her jeans in hand, she shoved them in Matt’s face with a smile and a giggle on her lips.
“You like that? Huh? How do you like it?” Stephanie yelled, half-mounting Matt. His hands scooped under Stephanie’s bare thighs and lifted her easily, rolling her to the side. At 18 years old, he was quite athletic. First baseman on the Baseball team in the spring and running back on the high school football team in the fall. Matt had at least 50 pounds of muscle on her, and he could see that she realized how much he had grown in the last year instantly.
“How do I like it?” Matt asked as he had her on her back. His fingers spidered up and down her ribs, tickling her to no end. “How do you like it, huh?”
Stephanie’s high-pitched scream broke into a helpless giggle as she tried to squirm away from her stronger stepbrother. “Stop,” she tried to cry between laughs. “Oh my god, stop stop stop.”
Stephanie crawled back onto the bed she had leaped off of and tried kicking Matt off of her, but Matt slipped around her flailing legs and threw his leg over her thighs, mounting her. She slapped and pushed playfully at his hard chest, but she couldn’t move him.
“Yeah, now you realize you fucked up,” Matt smiled down at her as she squirmed helplessly. For the briefest of moments, Matt’s hands relented their attack on Stephanie enough that she stopped wiggling beneath him. The moment lingered uncomfortably long while their eyes met.
“You need to stop getting between a girl and her phone,” Stephanie broke the silence. “It’s a dangerous thing to do, you know?” She picked up her cell phone from the bed and, with Matt still mounted on her, went back to texting. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have some texts to catch up on.”
“Well, maybe I’ll just hang out here then if you won’t pay attention to me,” Matt said, jokingly rocking back and forth on top of her hips.
“Sure, I don’t care. Do what you want,” she blurted out.
If Matt had been thinking right, he probably would have stopped his hands before they did it, but they moved before he could think. “Fine, how about this? I’ll just do this then,” Matt’s hand reached forward and gently but playfully poked at her left breast through her thin top.
But to Matt’s surprise, Stephanie’s only reaction was to shrug while her fingernails clicked away on her screen. “Sure, go ahead.”
Matt continued to playfully poke and rub for a minute. Trying to make it look more like he was being a goof than he was loving every moment. But then he somewhat accidentally lightly pinched a patch of her shirt with the intention of lifting it from her chest, only to pinch her nipple and pull up on it. Stephanie let out a short, quiet, but high-pitched sound. It was a sound that roamed the mysterious land between pleasure and pain. It startled Matt at first. He almost apologized, but then realized his lower half had a completely different reaction. He was worried she might feel or see his erection growing in his jeans. He considered dismounting Stephanie, but realized she was still lying there. Her cell phone was in both her hands, floating a foot above her now pointed nipples, and her eyes locked on the phone and not her stepbrother straddling her.
Matt drifted his right hand back down to her breasts, but this time, there was nothing playful about it. His palm and fingers wrapped around her and massaged her breasts slowly. His fingertips brushed against her bare skin as they pushed up her chest. His thumb circled her hard nipple through the thin fabric that restrained it. He switched to her other breast, only this time he brushed his fingers down inside the shirt and felt her bare breast in his palm. Her nipple grew so hard it felt like a small blade against his skin.
Stephanie didn’t move her eyes from her phone. Matt could feel her chest rise and fall as her breathing sped up. He leaned back and brought his hands onto both her breasts. He pulled them out from her shirt and made long rubs across her skin. He gave her chest a deep massage as he mashed her breasts together and into her chest. They felt glorious. Matt was beside himself. He couldn’t believe this was real life. He had never felt breasts so full as these. And they belonged to his stepsister.
She was panting quietly now. Her mouth hung open, and she pushed and pulled air through her lips silently, like Matt might not notice. Like her nipples weren’t getting harder by the moment, and she wasn’t getting more and more aroused.
Matt scooted himself to the side of Stephanie. Enough that his hands could slide down her taut belly and brush over the tiny pair of shorts she wore. His fingertips dipped over her sex enough that he could feel the grooves of her lips. His middle finger found the center and wiggled a little deeper into the crevasse of his stepsister’s pussy before he pushed down between her thighs. Matt dragged his fingers back up and pushed down again. He could hear Stephanie struggling to keep from moaning. Air whipped in and out of her mouth between her sporadic breath-holding as she bit her lip.
While Stephanie’s eyes may have had the discipline to stay on her phone screen, her thighs seemed to have a mind of their own. They begged to open up to her stepbrother. He felt her open slightly to make room for his hand as it dipped deeper between her thighs, then when he took his free hand and pulled on her inner thigh, it spread wide with ease.
This time, when his hand pushed down and into her pussy lips, he felt his middle finger disappear along with a part of her shorts inside her lips. It was too much for Stephanie. A surge of brief, high-pitched coos escaped her. Inside her, it was warm and tight, just like he had always imagined. Matt pushed the opening of Short’s leg hole to the side. The fabric was loose and stretchy. It was easy to expose his stepsister’s bald pussy lips. A string of her juices stuck to the crotch of her shorts as he did.
She’s not wearing any panties, Matt marveled.
He looked up at her as his fingertips kissed the lips of her pussy. Her mouth opened as she panted, her eyes locked on her phone. She wasn’t typing so much anymore. Her mind must’ve been elsewhere. Matt kept waiting for her to stop him. To draw the line somewhere on this game that had already gone too far. And as he slipped his middle finger inside her tender, wet lips, he wondered how far I was going to take this.
He had to wiggle his middle finger back and forth to push it deeper inside her. The walls of her pussy were so tight they contracted on his finger. He had little experience with girls. Matt had two previous girlfriends he had sex with, but he knew they went wild, sometimes at least, when he rubbed the roof of their pussies. He tried that with Stephanie, dragging his fingertip gently out against the top of her pussy again and again. Stephanie’s hips maneuvered in tiny circles. Lifting and lowering. She pressed her lips together, but light, gentle moans still hummed from her.
Matt knew, like every boy who had ever watched porn, where her clitoris was located, just above her vagina. But to be honest, he wasn’t really sure what to do with it. His first girlfriend, Maxine, yelled at him when he tried to rub her roughly and smack her as he saw in the porn videos online.
Apparently, pornos aren’t accurate. Go figure.
After that embarrassing experience, Matt tried his best not linger with foreplay and to rush to just stick his dick inside his girlfriend’s. But now, Matt wasn’t sure if Stephanie would shut this all down if he rushed to that, so he tried his best to take his time. After slowly pumping his finger in and out of her pussy for several seconds and seeing her juices start to pool on his finger and hand, he decided to go for it. Matt rested his thumb over her clitoris area and let it rock back and forth with each penetration. She didn’t react at first, but as he slowly applied more pressure and let the meat of his thumb drag wide circles over her clit area, he saw her arch her back at one point. Throwing her head back as she took in a deep breath and exhaled, trying to focus. After a minute, she looked back down at her phone.
Matt realized that when she arched her breasts, they were still out of her shirt, and they bounced as she moved. Her nipples were thick and hard. They pointed away from another to the corners of the ceiling as she lay there. Matt reached up with his free hand and groped her left breast, then her right. The rock-hard nipple raised between his fingers. Clamping it slightly between his knuckles.
Stephanie was moaning now. The combination he entered over her body must have been correct, or at least close, because she could no longer lie there and pretend nothing was happening. “Ohm—Mmmmm… gah…” she squealed. No words came out. Just syllables. The back of her left hand pressed against her mouth. Matt was pumping Stephanie’s pussy faster now. More firmly. A steady, hard finger pushed inside her with her whole stepbrother’s arm. Every sound she made only made it worse for her. He followed her cues like the game it was. The more she moaned, the more he did what he was doing.
“Oh f-fuck—mmm…” Stephanie bit the meat on the back of her hand to keep from crying out in her cute, high-pitched moans. Her eyes stayed on her cellphone clutched in her one hand, but she didn’t text. Matt doubted the screen was even on anymore. Her whole body rocked up and down with his thrusts, making her arm holding her cellphone bounce haplessly.
Matt’s thumb made firm circles around the edges of her clit. They drew messier and wilder as juices from her pussy slicked the surface. His entire hand became wet as he pumped inside her. He felt the walls of her vagina squeezing his finger, and his stepsister’s hips angled down.
It was at that moment that Matt saw Stephanie’s whole body was rigid and arched. Her stomach taut against his forearm as he stretched to keep her nipple pinched. As if she just surfaced from a long dive underwater, she gasped for air. Matt didn’t even notice she was holding her breath. He was so focused on pushing his finger inside her tight hole and the faster and faster rubbing of Stephanie’s clit.
“Ohmyga—hmm, fuck!” Stephanie grunted out. Her left hand…
