Stepsister

My name is Maxim, I'm 18 years old, and for my age, I've had few intimate relationships with girls. Only twice, and even then, it was while drunk. I live with my mother and stepfather, while my father and his wife live separately. I sometimes visit my father on weekends, we hang out, go to various exhibitions, generally have interesting times, but that's not what this story is about.

His wife has a daughter, now—she is my stepsister. Her name is Elena. I never used to think of her as a woman; we always got along well and played together. Then we grew up and became like good friends—sharing secrets, arguing, going out together. And now she has already graduated from university

and has a good job, while I'm still a student. When I visit, she's always happy about it and invites me to all sorts of parties. I've started occasionally glancing at my sister; she's not very tall, with jet-black, wavy hair. She has a gorgeous figure in my opinion, just a tiny bit plump, with large, high breasts and a firm, round butt with mind-blowing dimples.

I've seen her in her underwear, as she wasn't shy about changing in my presence—after all, I'm her brother. And sometimes, when she came out of the bathroom in a short robe—it would open for a moment and I'd lose my breath. She always went to the tanning salon or sunbathed in the summer, and her skin is naturally dark. This time, my father left me some of his things and said he was going to the dacha this weekend, but asked me to come by and pick them up. I arrived on Friday evening, rang the doorbell, and Lena opened the door. Smiling, she let me into the apartment and gave me a peck on the cheek, pressing her breasts against me. Shivers ran down my spine.

 — Hi Max! — She was wearing soft knit pants and a plaid shirt. Judging by her wet hair, she had just gotten out of the shower and changed into home clothes. — Come in, take off your shoes.

 — Hi, Len. I'll probably have some tea, pick up what dad left, and head out, since there's no point sitting home alone tomorrow.

 — What are you talking about? I'll be home all day tomorrow, I have some work stuff to do, and it's already late. Stay, since the parents aren't here, you can sleep in their bed, not on the couch like always. — She smiled and waited for my answer.

After a brief hesitation, I agreed to stay; after all, going home—to the other end of the city at such a late hour really wasn't the best idea, and I could easily leave tomorrow morning.

 — Alright, you convinced me. Just let me take a shower, I just came from work.

I took clean underwear from my things, which were always at my dad's just in case, and quickly rinsed off in the shower. I came out and saw that my sister had already poured tea into mugs and taken out cookies.

We drank tea and shared the latest news; she told me about her new job, I recounted a funny story that recently happened to me and my friends, and she laughed for a long time. When the tea was finished, my sister suggested watching a movie. I agreed, especially since there was nothing else to do anyway. We went to her small room, she turned on some movie on the computer, and I, having no other place—plopped down on her bed, getting comfortable for watching. My sister gave the computer chair a skeptical look and, without thinking twice, sat down next to me.

We silently watched the movie, but not even half an hour passed before Lenka said:

 — Want some wine?

 — I do! What kind of wine? — I should say, I loved wine.

 — Cherry! — My sister smiled conspiratorially, pausing the movie and running to the next room.

A couple of minutes later, she returned with a one-and-a-half-liter bottle styled like a jug, two glasses, and a bar of chocolate. We turned the movie back on and, watching it with one eye, started drinking the wine. I was practically in bliss; the drink was very tasty, and a pleasant warmth spread through my body.

An hour later, the movie ended, as did the bottle of wine. Alcohol affects me weakly, and besides a slightly blurred vision and relaxation, I didn't feel any other effects. But Lenka's words were even a bit slurred. She took her things and went to change behind the door. I knew that at night she only wears a nightgown, like a robe above the knees with straps. She ignores underwear. While she went to change, I sat at the computer and went to a familiar forum to read the news. Five minutes later, the door opened and my sister walked past me towards the bed; I managed to catch a glimpse of her beautiful, tanned legs in the monitor's light, then she disappeared into the darkness.

The monitor was positioned so that behind its light, I couldn't see at all what was happening on her bed; I tried to peer into the darkness but only heard:

 — What are you looking at? You should go to sleep too.

 — Can't see anything, the monitor's blinding. I'll read a bit more and then go.

In truth, whether it was the wine I drank or my half-naked sister nearby, my dick was hard and pressed against my jeans like a wooden pole. I sat for a while, trying to distract myself by reading the news, but my thoughts kept returning to my sister. My imagination willfully painted scenes where I was having sex with my sister; my thoughts were so vivid that I was afraid Lenka would see them. I decided to wait a bit until Lenka fell asleep and relieve the tension in the well-known way. And to pass the time, I decided to look for porn on my sister's computer.

I unzipped my fly, pulled out my dick, and started jerking it off very fast. The proximity of my sister, her smell, excited me even more, and I was already close to the finish when I heard a rustle from the direction of her bed. I froze and peered into the darkness until my eyes hurt. Seeing nothing, I was about to finish the job, but I heard another rustle and, unable to bear it, turned on the desk lamp. My sister, looking at me with interest in her eyes, blinked from the bright light. I wished the ground would swallow me; quickly putting my dick back in my pants, I couldn't think of anything better than to mumble:

 — Sorry.

And shuffled towards the door of the room.

 — Stop! — my sister called out.

Hesitating, I stopped and looked at her questioningly.

 — Come here. Turn off the lamp.

With unsteady steps, I approached her bed, turning off the desk lamp on the way. After a few seconds, I made out the silhouette of my sister, illuminated by the bluish light of the streetlamp from the window. She sat up on the bed and reached her hands towards my jeans. I stood rooted to the spot, holding my breath, watching her actions. She unzipped the fly—I hadn't had time to button it myself—and pulled my jeans down. I stepped out and was left in my underwear. My sister moved even closer and said:

 — Take off your T-shirt.

I obeyed her without question, as if someone was controlling me. Lenka was sitting so close that I could feel her breath on my stomach. She ran her hands from my shoulders down to my underwear, from which my dick was sticking out, and slowly pulled them down to the floor. When she was pulling down my underwear, her beautiful black hair brushed against my dick. I shuddered. Then she stood up and took my tool in her delicate hand. I gasped; Lenka moved her palm back and forth along the shaft and pulled me towards her. My feet touched the bed and I stopped, running my hand over my sister's cheek. She smiled and, leaning forward,

took my dick into her mouth.

I threw my head back and almost cried out in pleasure; after ten seconds, I came in her beautiful mouth. My body twitched in sweet sensation, then my legs gave way and I lay down next to her on the bed. Lenka also lay down next to me on her back and took off her nightgown; I put my hand on her stomach, feeling her soft, velvety skin, and moving my hand up, grabbed her breast. My sister started breathing heavily and reached to kiss me. I had never kissed like that in my life; my sister's tongue was doing unreal things in my mouth. Letting go of my sister's firm breast, I lowered my hand and placed it on her pussy, inserting two fingers inside. Her pussy was smoothly shaved; she probably shaved it before I came.

My sister arched her back and moaned; her beautiful breasts pointed upward and I buried my lips in her nipple, continuing to caress Lenka's pussy. Then I decided to try something I had never done but had seen hundreds of times in porn films. I got on my knees in front of my sister and pressed my lips to her slit. At first, she was silent, just quietly moaning; I clumsily moved my tongue, but then, reaching one spot, I felt my sister shudder and moan, so I focused on that spot. Soon, she was thrashing from the orgasm she experienced. I lay on top of her and kissed her gently, pressing against her.

 — Keep going like that.

I continued and, almost finishing, I whispered:

 — I'm coming.

My sister whispered:

 — Inside me… — and wrapped her legs around me.

I held on for a few more seconds, then, with a groan, started erupting inside my sister. I had never had an orgasm like that in my entire life. Weakly, I collapsed on top of my sister and kissed her on the lips. We lay like that for a couple of minutes, then she slipped out from under me, and I turned onto my back; Lenka sat on top of me and started kissing me, touching me with the nipples of her breasts.

I could lie like that forever, but my little sister stopped kissing me and turned her back to me. I saw her beautiful ass and pussy, from which her juices were flowing. I pulled her ass towards me and pressed my lips to the spot I had been caressing before. From my sister's trembling, I understood I had hit the right spot, and a second later, I felt her lips on my dick. After three or four minutes, I was fully ready again, and my sister was on the verge of an orgasm. I crawled out from under her and, telling her not to change position, entered her from behind. My sister braced her hands against the headboard and moaned, while I fucked her, taking each of her breasts in my hands.

From the excitement, she couldn't hold on and, letting go of the bed, pressed against me. In that position, it was inconvenient to fuck her, and I paused, caressing her breasts and kissing her neck, pressing against her soft ass. Then my sister suddenly turned around and pushed me onto the bed. I fell on my back, and she, like a cat, crawled up to me and, sitting on top of my dick, pressed her breasts against me. We kissed, and she slowly moved her ass up and down, impaling herself and sliding off my dick. It felt very good, but the slow pace set by my sister didn't satisfy my arousal. Enduring a bit more, I grabbed her ass with my hands and started driving my dick into her with all my strength.

My sister hugged me, biting my shoulder, and moaned stifledly. I felt I was about to come, but my sister beat me to it a little. She squealed loudly, her vagina started contracting strongly, and I, pressing her against me, discharged a fountain of sperm inside my little sister. Lenka went limp and, relaxing, lay on top of me. I didn't object. It felt good to feel her body on me, to feel her heartbeat, to feel my dick inside her warm, wet vagina. After a few minutes, she slid off me and lay next to me, pressing her stomach against me and throwing one leg over me. I seemed to be getting aroused again, amazed at my own stamina, but seeing my sister smiling in her sleep, I decided that was really enough for today. Kissing her on the lips, I also fell asleep.

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