My Ex's Stepsister

1.

He started to walk closer, and she took a step behind. They have done this many times, but every time, a sense of thrill as she anticipates a new adventure that awaits fills up her mind.

She stumbled backward, falling down on the bed, and he leaned down to close the distance between them. As she sniffed the masculine scent on his body, she could feel her underwear threatening to get soaked in the juices that so desperately wanted to release out of her body.

He moved closer to her and as her back hits the bed, he cages her between his strong arms.

"I want you so badly," he huskily whispered and nibbled into her ears, licking the lobe and sucking on it. Her breath hitched at his words. No matter how many times he might repeat those words, it still had the desired effect on her.

A moan threatened to erupt out of her throat, but she tried to suppress it. Beads of sweat formed all over her forehead, his deep grey eyes, almost like a granite, that were looking at her lustfully, were capable of doing things to her body without him touching her.

The moment he would walk in and stand closer to her, she swore she could come undone just by looking into those lust-filled eyes. Eyes that were meant only for her to look only at, eyes that wanted him closer every moment, trace her features, and to do magical things to her.

He gripped both of her hands with one of his and pressed it above her head. Just as she had thought, the proximity of their distance was making her feel breathless, forcing her to lick her lips as they went dry.

Not just her lips, even her throat felt parched, she swallowed, but her saliva seemed to either have dried up or droolled down her mouth looking at this raunchy beast in front of her.

He slid his other hand inside her undergarment, and oh, it was so soaked and her core pulsating in awareness. As his fingers teased her swollen lips down below, she couldn't suppress the moan any longer.

Her throat released a loud and thick moan, and her voice sounded so hoarse. She was so wet and ready for him. All he needed to do was to be near her.

"Oh! baby, You want me, just like I want you," he breathily moaned out. He gave her swollen lips another squeeze with his naughty fingers and pressed his delicious lips on hers to muffle the moan.

She spread her legs wide, "Ye-sss.. ah, I am." She feverishly stuttered.

He slowly peeled off her skirt from her body and admired the soaked pink underwear, before tearing it off of her body too. He licked the moist nub and sucked on it. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of her and she gasped audibly.

He chuckled softly at her reaction. He was liking-- no loving every bit of the moment and those mellifluous sounds she was making-- for him.

"You're hot and you taste divine," he complimented, before getting back to violate her. Not that she was complaining about the violation. If anything, she craved for more. His deep voice was the most exquisite sound in the room and his body an art for her to admire.

"Oh! F-fu-ahhh!" she was finding it difficult to form a proper sentence. The perks on her bosom were hard and erect, they felt sensitive against her restriction of the garment. The fabric of the garment that molded perfectly on her body, now teased her.

She wanted to free them from the cage, and oh, it would be so good if his long and slender fingers would do the needful, or maybe his delicious mouth could.

She would love it to be the latter, much more than the former. But either way, she isn't going to complain.

She loved watching him lost in pure pleasure, it was worth everything in this world. When he came inside her, and the moment when his face would tighten pleasingly, she found it sexy.

He would breathe heavily and his bulky figure, his broad chest filled with sweat, would look all set for her to devour.

But, damn!! Her body, damn!. It was so sensitive to his touch. She hated it sometimes. Her traitorous body caved in with just a simple touch of his skillful hand and she would already be done before he could chase her to it.

This time she had made up her mind, she was dead set to wait for him.

A thrill ran through her spine as he let out a groan. He pulled out his tee-shirt over his head and she could see it was so soaked with sweat. His body still had the beads of sweat that were clearly visible to her, and it spread all over.

She felt tingles in her core, as his tongue was working its way between the swollen lips. Going deeper and deeper, tasting and teasing her, just the way she liked it and wanted it and she yearned for his touch nearly all the time. At times wondering if it was sin to be to hungry for him, like nothing and nobody else mattered anymore.

She was still gasping and gulping, her mind was a whirlpool of countless emotions and she strived to keep her focus.

Her head fell back as he sucked on those lips again and then a finger would intrude into the intimate space, giving her the sense of immense pleasure. Later, the second and the third would follow one after the other.

This was how it went every single time, yet she delved deeper in this feeling like it was the first time she was doing this. Never would she be able to ahve enough of him-- not in this lifetime atleast.

Her legs were turning weak and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it. She wanted to clench her thighs to curb the arousal that threatened to release, but, he grabbed them tightly, forced her to spread them wide open for him. A marveled groan sounded from deep within his throat. He liked what he saw.. after all it was his to take.

She arched her back, her heart was speeding counless miles per minutes. "God! I want faster and deeper.. more. Give me more." she cried out. Just then his mouth and the intruding fingers left her swollen lips, so she groaned and furrowed her eyebrows, as she immediately started to ache for it.

He stood up and yanked down his jeans. Now, even after all these intimate years of togetherness, she still marveled at the length of him down there. It was standing proud and erect for her. Watching him undress, she filled her aching core with her finger, teasing it.

Her lips went dry once again and she licked them with her tongue. She liked his strip show and it made her drip in response. Her teeth painfully gripped her lower lip, drawing out a bead of blood. She knew only he could quench her thirst.

Once he was done undressing, he slid his arms around her slim figure and pulled her up in his arms. He tossed himself and turned them on the bed, with her straddling him.

She jerked at his hardness, as it touched her sensitive lips, she knew it was waiting to intrude deep down her core. He sneaked his fingers in her clothes and traced a line from her waist, up her body, and pulled her top over her head and threw it away.

He slowly traced his finger over her garment and pinched the erect perk over it. His every touch felt painful, yet satisfying. She yelped at first and then came down with a soft moan. More juices seep out of her body and dripped down.

"Baby, you are so hot." he unclasped the garment that was holding the firm bosom and threw it away. She instantly sighed with relief as well as groaned with the torment of the tug she felt between her legs.

"So are you, baby," she purred, sounding like a seductive siren. Only he could draw out such a response from a shy, introvert girl like her. That was the power he held on her, and she loved every bit of it.

He kneaded her bosom and licked them, one at a time. His tongue was working on them, drawing carefully calculated, slow and intensely satisfying circles and his lips tugging them a little, causing her sweet pain. His callus thumb pad rubbing on the perkiness, drawing endless pleasures out of her.

She leaned closer, to kiss him. He clutched her pouty lower lip and tugged on it. Meanwhile, he gripped her waist and slapped her butt. He adjusted himself to insert his hardness inside her, craving to be gripped tightly by her, molding them together, until they broke with contentment and became as one.

"Mmm..!!" She cried out, "You are so big."

"Yet you are so ready for me, baby." he still did not let go of her mouth, roughly tugging the lip.

She cupped his face and deepened the kiss. Slow and savage, while she wiggled her hips trying to pull herself down, and fit on his hardness.

He kneaded her butt and rubbed the valley of her arse. He slapped her hips and drew slow lingering circles on the valley, teasing and tormenting her.

She was finding it hard to keep up with the teasing. He managed to paint eternal desire on her body and still kept her wanting for more.

He moved his hips at a pace that matched perfectly in sync with hers and she arched her back, her hands on his shoulder for support. But her hands were getting weak from the intense experience and she was afraid she would fall on him.

"Oh, baby. You're so good." With her eyes closed, she groaned out, "Yes..yeah. more baby. Harder, please.. oh, please give me more, harder.

She bit her lips, "Mmm..fuck.. yeah," she wimpered, her voice trembled with the deep and amazing feeling of thrill that she was experiencing with him. Only he could do this to her and that was exciting as well as terrifying. Because she was damn addictive.

He was a drug, and she was addicted to him. She felt immense excitement surge throughout her, it was her body telling her that soon he would satiate her needs and yet she won't have enough of him. There was nothing she could do to stop this or distance herself from this addiction in front of her now. But, without that drug, her heart would stop-- that much she knew for sure.

It would not be wrong to say that this addictive beast whom she was riding right now, was an imporant part of her life that was keeping her alive.

"Bo..Bo.." she heard someone calling her name. "Wake up, Bo." She heard the same voice calling her name again. Then someone jerked her body a little harshly. And that was how Bo was forcefully pulled out of her sweet dreams and she did not like it.

"Damnit!! Snap out of it already. You're making me feel horny," that girl said and then sniggered, playfully as well as shamelessly.

"What?" Bo screeched out, as she opened her eyes to look at the person in front of her. The one who dared to spoil her good mood. She, though, was still in a daze from the dreamy experience.

"You are practically m**********g in front of me. Do you have a habit of doing this all the time, Bo?" the girl jokingly asked and wiggled her brow. Blush crept her fact, as the girl jested and that smirk forced her to moisten her lips with awareness of what she had been doing.

Bo cleared her throat, "I was having a nightmare." she lied with an attempt to save herself from getting embarrassed.

"Wish I could share that nightmare with you. Quite hot, it was." the girl giggled and flirtatiously licked her lips.

"Wow! So much for lying and then getting caught," Bo thought to herself and inwardly facepalmed herself.

It took a brief moment to gather her thoughts and pull herself out of that feeling. Bo realized the girl was looking at her, intensely. She was studying Bo's features keenly, making her squirm with nervousness.

Bo was also unknowingly touching herself inappropriately, as an after effect of what she had been dreaming about. Her core was still tingly and a little fondly helped ease the pain. However, as soon as Bo realized what she was doing, she quickly pulled her hand away. Maybe that is why the girl was staring at her like this.. or was she glaring now?

Bo at last suceeded in remembering the name of the girl, who was now sitting in front of her. Her name was Echo. Something about the way Echo looked at her was making Bo feel very extremely nervous and she swallowed her saliva as she also felt a little anxious about the whole situation she had unintentionally dragged herself into.

"You look.." Echo took a long pause before she said, "s*x-starved." and started laughing hysterically. Once again, Bo found herself embarrassed and shy at the same time. Her face grew hot, her cheeks felt warm and she was sure the blush had painted her cheeks and turned her look crimson.

Bo barely had any friends and mostly preferred being alone. Which is why this time Bo looked at her.. quite intently. It seemed like a decade had elapsed, she had seen someone laugh so heartily.

The very next moment, before Bo realized what had happened, a pair of lush lips were on hers. She barely blinked with the sensation of the movement, as the realization hit her. However, surprisingly, it didn't feel awful. Though it felt a bit awkward for sure. Maybe because it was the first time such a thing had happened to her, or she was still in a daze about it, not realizing what she should do with what was happening.

Either way, Bo would never have thought that her normal day would end with a girl kissing her. But there were more adventures awaiting for her from here on. If only she knew about them beforehand..