My stepsister’s heartfelt admission

Morgan’s warm breath danced across my lips as she whispered, “Good morning, sleepyhead.” I slid my free arm up from her waist to her neck, gently pulling her even closer. We started our day with a warm, tender kiss, one that lasted almost five minutes. As I pulled back, I stroked her face, taking in her features. She may have looked like a little kid, but she was all woman, and she was all mine.

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked, my voice low and husky. “I’m thrilled you changed your mind—but why? What happened between yesterday morning and last night?” Morgan leaned her head up on her left hand and caressed my face with her right. Then she looked me square in the eyes and answered.

“I had to go home yesterday to change my clothes,” she began. “My mom was there. She asked me why I stayed the night—our first night. I tried to tell her all about you—how we met, how we went to your place, and, yes, how we made love. Mostly, I told her how you treated me. You’re the first man who treated me like a real woman. That’s when I realized—I wanted YOU! All the other guys I went out with, well, they’d fuck me, sure, but when they were done they’d tell everyone it was like fucking a little kid. How embarrassed they were; how funny it was. One guy even said it was pathetic. Can you imagine how I felt? I’m 22 years old and I’ve never had any hope of a real relationship until now. I just can’t afford to let you get away. I’ll do anything to hold on to you—anything.”

“Anything?” I asked, a smirk spreading across my face as I slowly slid a finger into her surprisingly wet pussy and then into her tight ass. Morgan spread her legs further to encourage me, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Yes… anything,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I know you want to fuck my ass. I’m kind of scared. I’ve heard it can hurt like hell, but I trust you so I’m going to let you do it. No… that’s not quite right… I want you to do it—very much. It felt so wonderful, so exciting last night. If that’s what your fingers feel like, I can’t begin to guess what your wonderful cock is going to feel like. I want you to do it and I want it now.”

“Now?” I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

“Why not?” she replied, her voice growing bolder. “We’re in bed, we’re naked, and we’re definitely in the mood. Get some lube and let’s go!” I sat up and moved to the night table, opening the small box that held all my essentials. I found the gel lube and turned back to my lover.

“We’re going to take it slow—really, really slow,” I promised. “In fact, we may not even get very far this morning, but I promise you we will definitely do it. I want to do it right so you’ll want to do it again, and again, and again.” Morgan smiled, and then laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As I lubed my fingers and gently probed her anus, Morgan’s breathing grew ragged and heavy. She leaned into my touch, her body responding to the gentle pressure. I worked my fingers in and out of her, rotating them to simulate the shape of my cock. She surprised me with how easily her ass accommodated my digits.

“I think I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “This feels really great, and it’s not hurting me at all.” I smiled, my heart racing with excitement. I lubed my cock, applying a generous amount of gel before gently placing it at the entrance to her anus.

“OK?” I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

“Yes, I can feel some pressure on my butt,” she replied, her voice growing bolder. “It’s kinda like having a really big bowel movement—only a hell of a lot more fun.” I kept up the pressure, and suddenly heard an audible “POP,” indicating the head had passed her sphincter.

“That’s the hard part,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I’m in.” Morgan lunged back, forcing my cock straight into her bowel. When her ass reached my abdomen, she turned again.

“I’m OK… no… much better than OK,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m feeling incredible. My ass is all tingly, and it’s spreading all over me. Fuck me now… please! You know I love it hard.” I pulled out, but not all the way, before plunging back in. I fucked her faster and faster—harder and harder.

Morgan’s breathing grew ragged and heavy, her body responding to the intense pressure. All she could say was “oooohhhh… oooohhh… oooohhh.” I saw her reach down to tickle her clit, her body tensing with pleasure. As I felt my balls churn, signaling the onset of my orgasm, Morgan shook and spasmed, screaming, “UNGGHH,” over and over and over.

She collapsed onto the bed just as I shot four streams of hot white semen into her bowel. I fell on top of her, my cock still firmly entrenched. I moved behind her and took her into my arms, pulling her to me.

“That was incredible,” we both said in unison, our voices barely audible. We both started laughing, the tension between us dissipating. I attempted to remove my cock, but Morgan stopped me.

“I like it right where it is,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Leave it in… please!” I bent around her to kiss her again, my heart still racing with excitement.

Eventually, my cock shrunk so much it just popped out of her. Now I spun her around to hold her close in a super hug.

“That was really wonderful, but not as wonderful as you,” I said, my voice low and husky. “You amaze me. You may be small, but you’re more woman than anyone I’ve ever met.” Morgan smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Before I could finish, Marti, my computer, interrupted us. “Good morning, sir. Good morning, Morgan. I didn’t want to interrupt. You were obviously having so much fun. I heard more ‘ungghh’s and ‘oooohhh’s than ever before. Sex must be addictive. You do it all the time.”

We howled, our laughter echoing through the room. I almost hurt myself laughing so hard. Only a computer, capable of processing millions of data bits each second, but incapable of human feelings, could come up with a statement like that.

I had an idea. “I was about to say we need to do a lot today,” I said, my voice low and husky. “Like your clothes and stuff. And you really need a new ride. No woman of mine is going to be seen in a piece of shit like that thing you’re driving. So let’s go.” Morgan jumped off the bed into my arms, throwing her arms around my neck and ramming her tongue down my throat.

After breakfast, we showered, taking extra care to clean her ass of all the dried gel. As we dried each other off, Morgan spun around and grabbed her ankles.

“Don’t you recognize an invitation when you see one?” she asked, her voice barely audible. “I want you back in my ass again.” I figured she was still pretty well spread when I placed my cock against her asshole.

“Push harder,” she said, her voice growing bolder. “Harder. I want you in there. I love the way it feels.” I grabbed her hips even tighter and pushed, forcing my way into her. Again, there was a “pop.” Now I started thrusting into her, slowly at first, but increasing with every attempt.

As I fingered her clit and massaged her nipples, Morgan’s body began to tense. She started to shimmy and shake, her hand finding her pussy before removing it and thrusting it into her mouth. There was a sudden “OOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK!” as she started to straighten.

I lifted her, suspending her ass on my rock-hard erection. I rammed her up and down as I fingered her clit harder and harder until she tensed—and then released, her orgasm overwhelming her. I held her close to me, her head on my shoulder as I slowly removed my cock with another loud pop.

“Ryan, that was so fucking amazing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What an orgasm I just had. It was like all the times I’ve cum in the past three years rolled into one. I have never felt like that before, and I can’t wait to feel like that again. I only have one regret.”

“What?” I exclaimed, my voice low and husky.

“No, nothing was wrong,” she replied, her voice growing bolder. “My regret was that I waited until I was 22 to have anal. I should have done it years ago.” I smiled, my heart racing with excitement.

“Well, I’m glad you waited,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I’m glad I was part of it.” We finished our shower, dried each other, and dressed.

“What’s first?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

“Pick up your stuff or go car shopping?” Morgan asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I knew what she’d say. What woman can resist shopping? Besides, I was a little nervous about meeting her family.

We settled on a Mustang, red with a V6. I refused to get her a V8 because I didn’t want her racing or dealing with more power than she could handle. We would take delivery in two days, so I had plenty of time to get to the bank for a withdrawal.

Now, the hard part—facing her mother. Morgan hadn’t said anything about her family except that she lived with her mother and younger sister. They seemed to have a good relationship, so maybe things would be OK.

She directed me to a residential area just outside the resort area where we had first met. This area of the country has a lot of manufactured housing, the politically correct description of what we used to call mobile homes, even though none of them are technically mobile, being attached to a foundation or on concrete blocks.

Hers was a slightly run-down single home, as opposed to a double-wide. Sure enough, Mom was home, and was justifiably cool to me even though I made every effort to be polite and courteous.

I could understand her concerns. I’m 40, Morgan is 22, and we’ve only known each other for two days before she decided she should move in with me. I’d probably be reserved under those circumstances, too.

I think one of Mom’s concerns was the loss of Morgan’s income, but she’d find that was nothing to worry about. I made more in a day than she made in a year, so I could afford to be generous.

“I think we’ll get along just fine,” I said, trying to reassure her. Morgan smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and took my hand.

“I’ll make sure to introduce you properly,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Mom, this is Ryan. He’s going to take care of me.” Her mother looked at me, her expression softening ever so slightly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ryan,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

“It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am,” I replied, my voice low and husky. We spent the rest of the day getting to know each other, talking and laughing together.

As we sat down to dinner, Morgan’s mother smiled at me. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, Ryan,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Morgan smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I told you he was a great guy, Mom,” she said, her voice barely audible.

We finished dinner, and then Morgan’s mother excused herself, leaving us alone. Morgan leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“I think we’re going to be just fine, Ryan,” she said, her voice barely audible. I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

“I think so too,” I replied, my voice low and husky. We spent the rest of the evening getting to know each other, talking and laughing together.

As the night drew to a close, Morgan leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“I’m glad I found you, Ryan,” she said, her voice barely audible. I smiled, feeling a sense of love and devotion wash over me.

“I’m glad you found me too, Morgan,” I replied, my voice low and husky. We shared a tender kiss, our hearts filled with love and devotion.

I couldn’t help but think about my idea as Morgan and I packed up her belongings and prepared to leave. We were moving to a new house, just 30 miles away from her previous home. As we loaded up the Porsche, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and possibility. Morgan was a beautiful woman, and I had no doubt that she would be the perfect subject for my research.

“I’m ready to go,” Morgan said, her eyes shining with tears. I held her close, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay. We said our goodbyes, and I waited outside while Morgan said her final farewell.

Once we were back on the road, I explained my idea to Morgan. She listened intently as I explained my plan to use computer technology to map the female orgasm. She was enthusiastic, and I could tell that she was eager to help.

“It’s going to take a long time,” I warned her. “It might take months or even years before we can figure out a way to access the data and make it work.” Morgan nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination.

As we arrived at our new home, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. The house was beautiful, with five bedrooms and three full bathrooms. I had a maid come in twice a week to clean, but I knew that I would have to get used to doing more of it myself.

After dinner, I sat back down at my computer and began to research. Morgan was busy putting away her belongings and getting settled into our new home. I worked tirelessly, trying to make progress on my project.

As the night drew to a close, I turned off my computer and headed to bed. Morgan was already asleep, but I could tell that she was waiting for me. I slipped into bed beside her, and she reached out to me with a smile.

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes shining with adoration. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I reached out to Morgan, but she was still asleep. I tried to sneak out of bed, but she caught me and pulled me back down.

“Not so fast, mister,” she teased, her voice husky with desire. I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. We spent the morning making love, our bodies entwined as we explored each other’s desires.

As the days turned into weeks, I began to make progress on my project. I developed a plan, and Morgan was my rock, supporting me every step of the way. We worked tirelessly, our love growing stronger with each passing day.

One day, as I was lost in thought, Morgan surprised me by appearing in front of me. She was naked, her body glistening with desire.

“You’re working too hard,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “You need some relaxation.” I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. We spent the next few hours making love, our bodies entwined as we explored each other’s desires.

As we lay in bed, Morgan turned to me with a smile. “I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said, her eyes shining with adoration. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we drifted off to sleep.

Over the next few weeks, I continued to work on my project. I fashioned a helmet lined with sensors, designed to pick up electric pulses from Morgan’s brain during sex and orgasm. Morgan was hesitant at first, but when I kissed her long and hard, her resistance disappeared.

We spent the next few hours making love, the sensors lit up wildly as Morgan reached a mild orgasm. I could hear the hard drives recording all the activity, and I knew that I had made a breakthrough.

But as I played the data into the computer, I realized that it was more complicated than I had thought. The neural responses were just one part of the equation, and I knew that I had a long way to go before I could crack the code of the female orgasm.

Morgan sat in my lap, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Just as well,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “It’s a lot more fun the real way.” She rose, dropped the helmet into the trash, and led me to the bedroom. On reflection, she was probably right.

As we made love, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at the complexity of the human body. The female orgasm was a mystery, one that I was determined to unlock.

“I love you,” Morgan whispered, her eyes shining with adoration. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we drifted off to sleep.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice low and husky. We spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms, our love growing stronger with each passing moment.

“What happens next?” Morgan asked, her voice husky with desire. I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. “We’ll figure it out together,” I said, my voice low and husky. And as we drifted off to sleep, I knew that we would face whatever challenges came our way, together.

“Let’s try again,” Morgan said, her voice husky with desire. I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. We spent the next few hours making love, our bodies entwined as we explored each other’s desires.

As we lay in bed, Morgan turned to me with a smile. “I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said, her eyes shining with adoration. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we drifted off to sleep.

“I’m glad too,” I replied, my voice low and husky. We spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms, our love growing stronger with each passing moment.