Dannye was the temptress who started it all. I had caught her masturbating and confided to her how turned on it had made me feel. She asked to see my cock. I was hesitant, but gave in, simply because I found her so persistent. I was also desperate for attention.
We had gone skinny dipping in our back yard pool, a first for either of us, as my Dad and her mother, were gone for the evening. I had downed several beers that I had swiped from the refrigerator and was feeling adventurous. Unfortunately, I was not able to handle the beer and it didn’t take long for me to get tipsy. I stumbled up to my bed and collapsed on to it, naked as a jay bird.
I woke up with a raging hard on. Dannye was in my bed and she had her hand wrapped around my cock and her lips over the tip end of it.
I froze. This was my step-sister and she was giving me a blow job. Holy fuck. On top of that, she was as equally as naked as I was. Holy double fuck.
She pushed down on my cock, her saliva mixing with my pre-cum, making my cock glisten in the soft light that filtered into my bedroom from the streetlamp outside.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I breathlessly remarked.
Dannye didn’t stop. My first load of cum shot deep into her mouth. I couldn’t believe she was doing this. A second spurt followed and then a third, Dannye taking it all in, as she continued to grip my cock. She swallowed my cum, even as I grabbed her hair and held on to her head.
Dannye peered back at me and smiled, a small amount of my white stuff, dribbling off her lower lip. She wiped her mouth with the back of hand.
“Hummmmmm,” she remarked, “a bit salty, but good. How do you feel?”
My head was spinning and my mouth was cotton dry.
“That was just what I needed,” I replied. I closed my eyes and drifted back off to sleep.
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I wondered down to the kitchen the next morning. Was it a dream I had experienced?
Marianne, my step mom was cooking. Dad was at the table, reading the news on his tablet. Dannye was eating a bowl of cheerios. Dad looked up as I sat down at the tale, across from Dannye.
“Good morning,” Dad remarked. “Did we have a party last night?”
I knew I was in trouble by the tone of the question. I looked out on the patio and it was littered with empty beer cans.
“Just Paul, Mickey and I,” I replied, “I’ll clean it up.”
Dad didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to. He was cool.
Dannye slurped up the rest of her Cheerios. She didn’t even make eye contact with me.
Dannye excused herself from the table and put her empty bowl in the sink. She had a long t-shirt that barely covered her pink-panties. Marianne leaned over and whispered to her, “Next time, please put on some shorts.”
Dannye disappeared out of the kitchen and I finished up my cereal, pretty much in silence.
“Your dad and I are thinking to take a trip,” Marianne remarked, interrupting the silence. “Do you think we can trust you and Dannye to be on your best behavior while we are gone?”
As she spoke, she looked out at the beer cans on the patio.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.
“Do you think you can avoid parties?” dad asked.
“Can I have wild women over?” I playfully joked.
“No,” Dad replied, “I am being serious.”
I promised I would be on my best behavior.
Marianne disappeared up stairs and I could hear Dannye and her having a discussion, although I couldn’t make out what they were saying. The only thing I could hear was Dannye whining, “Do I have to?”
A few hours later and Dannye and I stood in the front yard and watched as our parents drove off.
“What are they thinking?” Dannye remarked, as she and I waved, and each of our parents waved back.
“I have no idea,” I replied as I watched my dad and step mother drive off. I slipped back into the house, Dannye following me. I plopped down on the couch, setting my feet up on the coffee table, a major taboo with dad or Marianne. Dannye did the same, sitting right next to me.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to get drunk,” Dannye remarked.
“Dad counted the beers,” I replied.
“I’ve got money,” Dannye replied.
“Great,” I replied, “But the beer store is a long way from here and our only ride just drove off down the street.”
Dannye was not going to be deterred. She slipped into the kitchen and emerged with two bottles of wine.
“We can have a wine party,” she replied, holding a bottle in each hand. Dannye found a wine cork and popped open one of the bottles. She poured it into two glasses and we both took a sip. Warm wine is not very palatable, so we added ice, which made it a little better.
It didn’t take long to finish off the first bottle, as Dannye tried to call some of her friends and I did the same. Everyone seemed to be too busy.
We had alcohol and a pool and no friends. It was almost depressing.
“Let’s swim,” Dannye remarked. “Fuck ‘em, we can have a good time without them.”
Her course words were a little bit of a surprise to me. I knew she had a salty tongue, but for me, Dannye never really showed it around me.
It was a warm summer day and one that just called us to our backyard pool. I already knew what a hot body my step-sister had, so I had no issues with being around her.
I was already in the pool when Dannye sauntered out of the house in a tan-colored bikini that didn’t leave anything to the imagination. My head was spinning from the wine we had just drank.
“Wow!” I remarked from the pool, as Dannye tossed a towel on to a chair.
“”Do you like it?” she asked.
“It almost looks like you don’t have anything on,” I replied.
Dannye adjusted the top, which barely covered her boobs.
“Please don’t say anything around mom or dad,” Dannye requested. “You know how they can be.”
Dannye jumped into the pool, yelling “Cannonball!” as she attempted to make a huge splash. As she surfaced, I playfully splashed her. She ducked her head and dove straight at me. I tried to take a step back, but wasn’t fast enough.
From under the water, Dannye pulled at my swimming trunks, even as I tried to stop her. I felt a sharp jab at the back of my knees and I went under. I tried to grab her hand, but I wasn’t quick enough. I had to surface or drown. I took a deep breath and tried to fight her off. While I was the stronger of the two of us, Dannye was quicker.
Dannye surfaced and laughed.
“Come on bro,” she remarked, “Are you afraid of your step-sister?”
“We’re fucked up,” I replied. “We need to be careful.”
“Fuck it,” Dannye replied, “No one is here. Who cares?”
I swam over the edge of the pool and Dannye sauntered over next to me.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I asked.
“Sure,” Dannye replied. “You know anything you tell me I will keep a secret.”
“Ok, this is weird,” I began. I stopped at that point. I wasn’t sure if I should really tell her my dream.
“Spill it!” Dannye demanded.
“No,” I countered, “I can’t.”
Dannye was insistent.
“Was I in the dream?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“In a good way or a bad way?” Dannye asked.
“It was a good way,” I replied. I looked across the pool. I was nervous.
“Okay . . .” Dannye replied, her voice trailing as she waited for me to spill the beans.
“Okay,” I replied, “Please don’t think bad of me or that I am a pervert.”
The water waves slapped at Dannye’s chest.
“I dreamt that you gave me a blow job,” I said.
“A what?!” Dannye exclaimed.
I apologized profusely.
“I told you it was a weird dream,” I remarked.
“That’s not a weird dream,” Dannye replied, looking over at me. “It actually happened. Don’t you remember?”
I had to admit, I was pretty tipsy when I went to bed.
“So was I,” Dannye replied, “and I was horny, so I snuck into your bedroom. Even though you were asleep, you had a huge boner. Oh my gawd! I don’t know what came over me. I had never seen anything like it before. I am so sorry.”
“Sorry?” I asked, “Why sorry?”
“I shouldn’t have . . .” Dannye replied, her voice trailing off.
“Look,” I replied, “I don’t mind. I needed it.’
“Do you think bad of me?” she asked.
“No way,” I replied. “You have a rocking bod. I’d never kick you out of bed.”
Dannye smiled.
“You know…” she began, “Sometimes I have wet dreams about you.”
“No way!” I replied. It was hard to imagine my step-sister having wet dreams, muchless about myself.
“Yeah,” she replied, “Sometimes I get so freakin’ horny!”
My head was still spinning and Dannye was talking about being horny.
“But, you’re still a virgin,” I remarked.
“Yes,” Dannye replied. “But I still get horny.”
“So are you horny, now?” I asked. Dannye didn’t answer.
I pulled myself up on the edge of the pool deck. A tent had formed in my swimming trunks and there was no way I could hide it.
Dannye looked up me. I extended my hand and helped her, neither one of us saying a word, out of the pool, the water cascading off of her tight little body and on to the pool deck. I had looked at Dannye many times, and never saw her in a sexual way, but now, as she stood in front of me, I saw a different Dannye. She silently dropped to her knees and pulled my swimming trucks down, my eight inch cock swinging free in front of her.
She took my cock into her hand and gently massaged it, running her thumb along the backside, just under the fold of my skin exposed the bulb end of my manhood. She bent forward and placed her lips on the tip end of my cock, kissing it.
She looked up at me.
“Can I?” she asked, holding on to my manhood, her fingers wrapped around the length of my hot rod. I simply smiled back at her.
Dannye slipped the head of my cock into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth covering and sliding down the shaft of my cock was titillating. She placed her other hand on my buttocks and squeezed.
“Oh Gawd!” I exclaimed as Dannye moved her mouth back and forth over my cock.
I grabbed her head in my hands and interlocked my fingers into her wet and tangled hair.
“No,” I replied, “I want to put it in you.”
Dannye slid my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me.”
“Do you?” she asked.
“I am going to fuck you,” I replied. “Today, you become a real women!”
Dannye stood up in front of me. She reached behind her back and untied her bikini top, allowing it to fall to the pool deck, exposing her luscious breasts to me. They were small, but perky, her nipples standing tall and firm on each boob.
Dannye took my hand and placed it on her right breast. I gently applied some light pressure. Dannye hummed her approval, as I stepped out of my wet swimming trunks. Dannye ran her hand across my bare chest and up to my neck.
“Kiss me,” Dannye whispered.
I lowered my head and our lips met for the very first time. Her lips were soft and moist, but her tongue was devilishly wicked. We stood and kissed for the longest time, as she pressed her breasts against my chest, her hands on my butt, and mine on hers.
I slipped my fingers into the sides of her bikini bottom and pushed them down. She wiggled her legs back and forth, and stepped out of them, as they fell to her ankles. I squeezed her bare ass in my hands as she continued to press her naked body against mine, my stiff cock pressing against her lower abdomen.
I took her hand in mine as we walked towards the house.
My first real good look at Dannye was the reflection she provided in the sliding glass door as we disappeared back into the house.
Dannye laid down on her bed, and spread her legs, giving me a perfect view of her shaved pussy. I slipped on to the bed between her legs and smiled. I slipped a lone finger into her pussy and she closed her eyes.
“Relax,” I remarked.
Dannye took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully.
“I’m nervous,” she whispered.
“Don’t be,” I replied as pushed my finger up to her clit and rubbed it very slowly.
“Oh gawd . . . that feel so good,” Dannye replied as I worked my finger back and forth over her clit. I could smell the sweet musty aroma of her, as I parted the outer bands of her pussy lips to reveal the bright pink hole of glory before me. I slipped my finger into her pussy and moved it back and forth.
I dipped my head down and pushed my tongue up against her slit.
“Oh, my fucking gawd!” Dannye exclaimed, as I flicked my tongue across her clit and then lightly sucked on it. She grabbed my head and held it in place.
“Oh gawd! Oh gawd! Oh gawd!” she exclaimed in rapid fire succession.
Every time I would try something different, I’d get the same response. I kissed the very top of her pubic area and then slowly worked my way up her body, to her breasts, my cock sliding up against her pussy, as I lightly kissed her left breast and then her right breast. I sat up with my knees pressing against her buttocks, her legs spread, my cock resting at the entry to her pussy. I worked the tip end of my cock back and forth at the entry to her pussy, as she bit down on her lower lip, her eyes closed.
“Be gentle, please,” Dannye whispered, her eyes still closed.
I slipped the tip end of my cock into her very wet virgin pussy. I pressed down on the shaft of my cock, as I inched it inside of her. As soon as I met the resistance that separated her from womanhood, I looked at Dannye and asked again, “Are you sure?”
“Fuck me!” she pleaded. “Fuck me!”
I pushed against her hymen and she shrieked as the thin membrane gave way and I turned her into a young woman. I rhythmically pushed my hip back and forth, my cock buried deep inside of her pussy, as she continued to bite down on her lower lip.
I leaned forward and put my hands on her breasts, rocking back and forth, my pelvis bone crashing into hers. I was not going to be able to hold back.
“I’m fixing to blast you,” I remarked.
“Blast me!” Dannye replied.
I shot my load deep into her pussy.
“I can feel you cuming!” Dannye explained. ‘Oh my fucking gawd, I can feel it!”
Suddenly, Dannye grabbed my thighs with her hands, digging in her finger nails. She shook violently, her body stiffening as I…
