Forced Step-Sister Cum
Kayla's step-brother Matt has always secretly had a crush on her but was too shy to say anything. He ends up getting caught be Kayla and a friend where they do sexual and sometimes painful acts to him. Then the tables turn.
Warning! This erotic short story includes feux-family members torturing and pleasuring each other, anal sex, and forced sex. Enjoy! More
Before I go on, I just want to set the record straight. I let her do this. I let myself get tied up. Why is it that I am currently blindfolded, lying naked, sprawled out on my sister’s floor? Let’s go back a little.
First off, I just want to ask one question. Is it wrong to fancy my step-sister? We aren’t blood related, and we’re nearly the same age. She’s the most beautiful girl I have ever met, and if it weren’t so taboo, I would take a run at her. Sadly, I know my parents would not think highly of that, not to mention she is way hotter than the girls I am normally able to interest.
My name is Matt, and I have been living with my dad my whole life. My mom ran out on us when I was younger, and it took my dad a while to bounce back. Years passed, and he finally was able to recently settle down with a great woman and decent mom, Cheryll. She’d get me ready for school, do my laundry, and do all kinds of other “parent things.”
Cheryll also had a daughter…boy, did she ever have a daughter. Her name was Kayla, and I have had a crush on her since the day I met her. I first just thought she was always a strong woman and hated men in general. In high school she wouldn’t let any guy talk to her in a mean way, or a kick in a groin was on its way. She is indeed a strong woman but not as cold towards men as I thought.
We were never what you would call “close siblings.” She didn’t like me, unfortunately, and I was always too shy around her. Words always seemed to sheepishly stumble out of my mouth when talking to her. I’m not ever sure she caught on I thought she was pretty; I hope she didn’t. Still, whenever there was a bully, she was there to help me. Kayla wasn’t any bigger than me, pretty small actually, but no one would hit a girl. She’d call me names herself, but I knew she’d do her best to make sure her family was protected.
We grew up, and those feelings of attraction I had towards Kayla only grew…as did she into her very womanly body. Her wardrobe consisted of tight miniskirts and low-cut blouses. Her boobs would practically fall out of them. Regardless of her distaste in most men, she wasn’t afraid of flaunting what was given to her. She’d constantly be seen wearing revealing clothing that, as a teenager on the verge of college, made me imagine doing nasty things to her. I would never tell her something like that; I don’t particularly like getting kicked in the balls.
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