CW: 100% consensual stepsibling sex. The entirely fictional characters in this brief erotica are of legal age.
(953 words; would cost $57)
Big brother gets up to get water in the middle of the night and walks by lil sis’s bedroom door, open just a crack, and hears something unusual. A squeak? Another tiny squeak, or squeal?
...a moan?
Something about the nature of those sounds pulls at a deep, primal part of him. A sudden rush of blood to certain parts means his body knows what those sounds are . . . but he doesn’t let himself acknowledge it, not really. Because . . . that would be, wrong. He can't know certain things about his stepsister, his sibling, of sorts.
He tells himself, maybe something's wrong? Maybe . . . maybe he should just check, and see, and make sure. So big brother, always the protector, pushes open his stepsib’s door just a bit more. The hallway isn't much brighter than the dark bedroom, but it is just enough that he can see her bed. And see her form on the bed. And see bumps at the end of the bed that must be her feet, moving and writhing. The soft, quiet mewing-like moaning continues, punctuated with little squeaks.
Big brother feels his cock strain against his shorts, but he ignores it, thinking, maybe something IS wrong. He thinks, l’ve never heard her make those sounds before.
He pads on the soft carpet into his stepsis's room. It smells clean with a touch of floral and . . . and something else. Something . . . sweet, and musky, and heady. Something that makes his palms sweat, his mouth water, his erection throb. As if following the scent like a physical trail in the air, he walks closer to the source, to the bed, to where he sees his sister lying in the dark making small animal sounds.
Now, next to the bed, he hears, very faint, wet sounds. The head of his cock pops out the top of his shorts eager, hungry, to get to what is making that sound. But brother stands there, silent, unmoving -- breathing in that strange and delicious scent and listening to the tiny creature noises and soft wet sounds.
Until, she makes a long, low moan that vibrates his spine all the way down into his balls and makes him moan in bodily sympathy. She gasps and freezes. Stepsis reaches up above the bed and pulls aside a window curtain letting in a wash of silver moonlight. The room is cast in bright moonlight, objects and shapes now visible -- but, also unusually strange. It ls the same room he’s seen before for years, but now, it is an alternate, dreamlike version. Edges are crisp and silver, and curves are soft and glowing. He looks down at her, soft and glowing. He see his stepsis lying in disheveled blankets, her t-shirt pulled up, her soft breasts with nipples made dark in the moonlight's contrast. Her tummy moving with her quickened breathing. Her panties down around one knee and her hand covering her pussy. His stepsister's pussy. He ls always only properly known it as her "bits" or . . . well, never really thought of it before, until now, where she’s covering it like a secret. There -- there is from where that hypnotic scent comes, tinting the room with natural perfume. Hardly noticeable yet filling his entire being with desire.
He looks at his stepsis’s face, she looking at him, silent, unsure. Breathing hard. Even in this wan and pale light he can see the darkening of blush on her cheeks and between her breasts. Her parted lips. The glisten of her sleepy doe eyes.
He nods, very slightly. He doesn’t even know what he means by doing that, but she seems to. Stepsis bites her lower lips, and keeps looking at him while her hand starts moving. He looks down and sees her hands slowly caress and rub between her legs in slow circles. He watches her middle finger move down and disappear between two soft, puffy lips glistening with moisture. She groans gently, and he feels something drip down off the head of his cock. He sees a thick glistening trail down the head of his cock and the front of his shorts, with another drop swelling at the tip ready to run down the length. His body wants, needs something.
He looks back as his sister who is also looking at his cock. She moans again, sounding hungry, whiny, needy. She looks back at him, and opens her legs. She spreads them far, putting both her hands on her inner thighs, framing herself -- showing herself to her stepbrother. Her soft, swollen pussy dripping with silverkissed juices similar to his own.
His body aches. Her body arches.
It squirms.
He can see her body also wants, needs. and seems exactly in every way like his own aside from opposite and complimentary parts. His sister mews a pleading sound. But . . . but his stepsib. . . . He opens his mouth, meaning to speak, to say something, to remind her, remind himself, no, this is wrong, forbidden.
She says in a quiet voice, "Please, big brother. . . ."
He's immediately moving himself atop her. Her legs open wide and high, her hands rushing to push his shorts down his hips so the weight of his cock falls and lies against her soft body. Her arms wrap around him, bringing him to her -- her warmth radiating up and caressing him.
He looks into his stepsister's eyes, still looking so sleepy, so dreamy. Her breathing short and hot in his face. She moves and angles her hips under him, his cock positions to press between her pussy’s lips, the head moving into wet warmth. He knows where it is, what ls about to happen.
“Sis, I. . . .”
“Please!”
He pushes himself into her with no resistance and feels his body enveloped into her softness.