My Stepsister’s Secret Relationship

As I lay in bed the next morning, I couldn’t help but think about the previous night’s events. I had enjoyed every moment of it, and I knew my dad had too. But now, I needed answers to the questions running through my mind.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, where my dad was reading the morning paper. My mom was still asleep, as she had worked the night shift at the hospital. I fixed myself some cereal and sat down across from my dad, who looked up from the paper and smiled at me.

“Morning, Daddy. Did you sleep well last night?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yes, honey, but we need to talk about last night,” my dad said, his expression serious.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I enjoyed it, and I know you did too,” I replied, trying to reassure him. “And let’s just say it’s going to be a regular thing now.”

“Janet, it’s wrong, and we can’t keep doing this,” my dad said, his voice firm.

“Why not? We both enjoyed it, and I’m not getting any younger,” I said, smiling at him. “Besides, I’m not going to stop doing what I want just because you say so.”

“Honey, you’re something else,” my dad said, shaking his head in amazement.

We talked for a bit longer, and I explained to him that this was the new me – a me who knew what I wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. I told him that I was going to use my new… assets to get what I wanted, and that if he didn’t like it, he could just try to stop me.

“You’re blackmailing me, aren’t you?” my dad asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Let’s just say I’m getting what I want,” I replied, winking at him.

We finished our breakfast, and as I was about to leave, I leaned over and kissed my dad on the lips. He kissed me back, and I knew he was okay with the new arrangement.

Later that afternoon, we went to John’s game. We sat in the stands, cheering him and the team on to another win. John played a great game, and I made sure to let everyone around us know that he was my boyfriend.

As John was leaving the field, I waited for him by the car. I was standing there when I saw Kim’s brother driving by with Kim in the passenger seat. Kim glared at me, and I knew I had to fix the mess I had made.

John finally came out, and I met him at the car. We exchanged a deep, passionate kiss, and then got into the car to drive off.

“I loved watching you play today,” I said, cuddling up next to him.

“Yeah, me too,” John replied, smiling at me.

“And I loved the way everyone was talking about how good you are,” I said, giggling.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” John asked, confused.

“Oh, just that I know Kim was there too,” I said, smiling slyly.

“Kim came to one of my games?” John asked, surprised.

“Yeah, I know, I was shocked too,” I said, smiling at him.

“Janet, I think we need to talk about Kim,” John said, his expression serious.

“Yeah, I know,” I replied, nodding at him. “I think we all need to have a long talk about our feelings.”

“I love you, Janet, but I still have feelings for Kim too,” John said, looking at me with a questioning expression.

“I love Kim just as much as I love you,” I replied, smiling at him.

“Really?” John asked, surprised.

“Yeah, I fell in love with her from all the fun we had,” I said, smiling at him.

“And I’m sure she’s a great lover,” John said, smiling back at me.

“Oh, she is,” I said, smiling at him. “She can eat some pussy like nobody’s business.”

John laughed, and we continued to talk as we drove to his new apartment.

As we pulled up to the building, I asked him, “What are we doing here?”

“This is my new place,” John replied, smiling at me. “I just moved in this week.”

We got out of the car and went inside. John’s apartment was lovely, and I could tell his mom had done the decorating.

“Come on, let me show you around,” John said, taking my hand.

We went from room to room, and I was impressed by how nice it was. John then took me to his bedroom, where I saw a super king-size bed and a bunch of trophies on a shelf.

“Wow, you’ve got a lot of trophies,” I said, smiling at him.

“Yeah, I’m pretty proud of my accomplishments,” John said, smiling back at me.

As I was looking around the room, I saw a picture frame with all sorts of photos in it. I picked it up and started to examine it.

“Who’s this woman?” I asked John, pointing to a photo of him and a redheaded woman.

“Oh, that’s just a friend,” John said, trying to brush it off.

“A friend?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, we just met once or twice,” John said, trying to downplay it.

“And are you grabbing her ass in that picture?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

John tried to change the subject by asking me if I wanted to take a shower. I agreed, and we headed to the bathroom.

We undressed each other and got into the shower. John started to kiss me, and I forgot all about the picture.

As we stood under the water, kissing and touching each other, I felt John’s cock pressing into my pussy. I turned from him and placed my hands on the shower wall, looking back at him.

“Take me from behind,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

John didn’t say anything, he just got behind me and started to rub my pussy. I moaned softly as he fingered me, and then he removed his fingers and took his cock.

He teased me with his cock, rubbing it against my pussy, but not entering me. I begged him to put it in, and finally, he did.

As he started to fuck me from behind, I felt a sense of pleasure wash over me. I love it when John fucks me from behind – it feels so good, so intense.

But then, John’s cock slipped out of my pussy and into my ass. I screamed in pain as he buried himself deep inside me.

“OWwww, wrong hole!” I cried out, trying to move away from him.

But John just held me fast, his cock buried deep in my ass. He told me to relax, that it would feel okay in a second. And to my surprise, it did.

At first, it felt strange, but as John started to fuck me gently, I felt my body start to respond. My pussy was throbbing and twitching, just like it does when John’s cock is inside me.

“Fuck my ass, John, fuck it,” I screamed out, my body trembling with pleasure.

John just kept going, fucking me up my ass with slow, gentle strokes. I felt my body start to tingle, and then a strong orgasm swept through me.

“AAAHHHhhh,” I moaned out loudly, my butt tightening around John’s cock.

John yelled out in pleasure, his cock buried deep inside me. And then, he came, his cum flooding my ass.

I felt my pussy leaking, and I knew that John’s cum was still inside me. I slowly moved my hands back up the wall, and John followed me, his cock still buried in my ass.

As we stood there, I felt a small fart escape my butt, along with more of John’s cum. “JANET,” John yelled out, laughing.

“Opps,” I replied, laughing too.

We washed each other, and then got out of the shower, drying each other off. I got on my hands and knees to dry John’s cock, which started to stir when I rubbed the towel over it.

“Your cock looks just like Daddy’s cock,” I said, smiling up at him.

“How do you know that?” John asked, looking at me curiously.

“Because Daddy fucked me last night,” I replied, smiling at him.

John looked at me, a mix of surprise and curiosity on his face. “My fault, huh?” he said, smiling at me.

“Yeah, if you wouldn’t have gotten me so horny, it wouldn’t have happened,” I said, winking at him.

John just picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, throwing me onto the bed. He climbed in next to me, and I cuddled up next to him, his arm wrapping around me.

“Tell me all about it,” John said, his voice husky with desire.

I started to tell him how I was laying in bed, playing with my pussy, thinking about him. I told him how my dad appeared, jacking his cock off, and how I ended up having sex with him.

John listened intently, his eyes never leaving mine. And as I talked, he started to jack himself off, his cock growing harder with every word.

I slapped his hand away, smiling at him. “Hey, that’s my job,” I said, taking his cock in my hand and starting to pump it.

I continued to tell John about my encounter with my dad, about how he ate my pussy and made me orgasm. I told him about how my dad’s cock was just like his, but with bigger balls.

John moaned in pleasure as I pumped his cock faster and faster. I told him about how my dad licked his cum off my tits, and how I ended up licking my own hand clean.

“Damn, girl, you’re such a little slut,” John said, his voice jerky with desire.

“Oh, I’m not just a little slut,” I said, smiling at him. “I’m a big slut, and I’m proud of it.”

John just laughed, his eyes never leaving mine. And as I continued to pump his cock, I knew that I had found a man who understood me, a man who loved me for who I was.

I smiled back at John, licking his cum from my hand, and said, “I would share this with you, but it’s all mine this time.” I licked the last bit from my hand and added, “Yes, that dildo you brought Kim did come in handy.”

I lay there rubbing his chest as he cuddled up to me. I felt good with John’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close. We both dozed off for a while, lost in each other’s warmth. When I woke up, the first thing my eyes saw was that photo.

I saw the photo of John and that older woman. My gaze lingered on her, taking in her curves. She had bigger tits than mine, I thought, checking her out. The woman was as tall as John, and I wondered if she was an Amazonian beauty. I was also right about him having his hand on the back of her ass.

“Her name is DeRonda,” John said from the bed, his voice low and husky.

“Who is she?” I asked, turning to him, my curiosity piqued. I returned to the bed, snuggling closer to him.

“She lives a couple of houses down from my mom and dad,” John explained. “I used to mow her lawn when I was younger.” A smile spread across his face as he continued, “DeRonda introduced me to sex back then. She was my first.”

“Tell me all about it,” I said, my voice husky with desire. I started to rub my pussy, feeling the heat build between my legs.

“I used to mow lawns on weekends in my neighborhood,” John said, his eyes taking on a faraway look. “DeRonda’s husband had just moved in, and I was waiting to see if he’d cut the grass himself.”

“So, you waited a couple of weekends before approaching her,” I said, my fingers dancing across my clit.

“Yes, it was a hot June day when I went over,” John said, his voice filled with nostalgia. “I knocked on the door, and DeRonda answered, wearing a pink bikini that barely covered her curves.”

“Can I help you?” DeRonda asked, her voice silky smooth, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I take care of lawns for people in the neighborhood who don’t have time or don’t want to do it themselves,” I said, trying to sound suave. “Would you be interested in letting me take care of your yard for the summer?”

“God knows someone has to take care of it,” DeRonda said with a smile. “My husband’s not exactly the most reliable person.”

“I should be going for now, but I’ll be back tomorrow to cut your grass,” I said, trying to hide my erection.

“Okay,” DeRonda replied, “but before you go, could you do me a favor and rub some tanning lotion onto my back? I just can’t reach all the spots.”

“Ah, sure, I guess I could,” I said, my heart racing with excitement.

DeRonda got up from her lounge chair and bent down in front of me, her huge tits hanging right in my face. I felt like I was in heaven, my cock throbbing against my hand.

“You’re just so sweet,” DeRonda said, her hand brushing against my cheek.

“Just like it is now,” I said, my cock hardening again.

John told me that DeRonda turned and climbed back into her lounge chair, her big lovely butt calling my attention. I worked my hands all up and down her legs, thighs, and that lovely big ass repeatedly, making her moan and breathe heavy.

“Ahhh, your hands feel so good on my legs, please don’t stop now,” DeRonda moaned, wiggling her butt as she squirmed on her lounge chair.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my worry evident in my voice.

“Yes, I’m just a little ticklish back there that’s all,” DeRonda replied, her voice soothing. “Thank you, John, you can go now if you like.”

I left with the front of my shorts filled with cum, my heart racing with excitement. I ran home, hoping to find some relief in the bathroom.

I slipped into the warm bath, the water enveloping me like a soothing blanket. As I reached for the soap, my mind wandered to the woman who had occupied my thoughts for weeks. DeRonda’s image flashed before me, her vibrant red hair and striking features etched into my memory. I lathered up my hand, the soft suds a gentle caress on my skin.

“Oh, DeRonda,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. I closed my eyes, letting the fantasy wash over me. Her full breasts, her luscious lips, her curvaceous figure – it was all too much to bear, and yet I couldn’t resist the allure.

My hand moved of its own accord, stroking and teasing my erection. I felt a wave of longing wash over me as I imagined DeRonda’s hands on me, her lips on mine. The fantasy was intoxicating, and I let myself get lost in the moment.

As I climaxed, I felt a rush of release, my body tensing and then relaxing as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Some of the ejaculate landed on my face, and I laughed, wiping it away only to realize I’d spread it across my lips. I licked it off, the salty flavor of my own cum a surprise, but somehow exhilarating.

By the time John finished telling me about DeRonda, I was already on the second or third orgasm. I held up my wet fingers, grinning at John. He took them into his hand, his eyes locked on mine as he licked and sucked my juices from my skin.

“That was how it all started with DeRonda,” John said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been seeing her ever since.”

“What? You’re still with her?” I exclaimed, my voice rising in incredulity.

“Yeah, does it really matter?” John asked, his brow furrowed.

“No, I guess not,” I replied, shaking my head. “But I want to meet her, and I bet Kim will too.”

“Does Kim know about her?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

“No, I’ve never told anyone about her – you’re the first,” John said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

John picked me up from the bed, the big wet spot a testament to our earlier exertions. “Maybe we should get a rubber sheet,” I suggested, chuckling.

We dressed quickly and headed into the living room, the tension between us palpable.

“Now, how are we going to sit things right with Kim?” I asked John, frustration etched on my face.

“She won’t even let me explain to her,” I added, shaking my head.

John thought for a moment before speaking up. “How about I take you both out for dinner on Wednesday? I don’t have practice or work that day.”

“Sounds good,” I said, a plan starting to form in my mind. “But maybe you should call her to invite her. She’ll just hang up on me if I try to talk to her.”

“I can do that,” John replied, a smile spreading across his face.