My Stepsister’s Surprise: The Unexpected News

Deni left after lunch and I didn’t see her again until a couple of weeks later, aside from catching a glimpse of her heading off to work. The next I saw them was when Dave and Deni turned up at another neighbor’s house, as it was their turn to host and apparently, had invited Dave and Deni directly.

The BBQ was well underway by the time they showed up. Dave greeted everyone warmly and Deni seemed relaxed and happy. She looked adorable, wearing a short white miniskirt and a cute black t-shirt with the outline of a large white heart emblazoned across the front.

Deni hugged everyone in turn, giving them a friendly kiss on the cheek. As it came to my turn, she discreetly whispered “hello daddy” into my ear before moving on to the next person.

I was clearly in a state of shock for several seconds as the news that I was about to become a father again sank in.

Deni was quickly swept away by the wives, and I settled down back into a chair to continue my already open beer. I have to admit that it was a somewhat surreal feeling, to be sitting around with Dave, sharing a beer, knowing that I had impregnated his wife.

The BBQ followed its usual pattern, eating and drinking too much while the various guests exchanged banter. Dave appeared unusually cheerful and was enjoying a liberal quantity of beer, having downed several already.

As the food came to an end, Dave stood up and banged a couple of empty cans together to get everyone’s attention.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he started, adopting his most solemn expression, which can’t have been easy, given the amount of beer he had already consumed.

“It is my… no, our great privilege… to inform you all… that Deni is…” he paused momentarily, before continuing “we… will be joined by a third member of the family in a few month’s time and take on our new role as parents.”

The wives, already suspecting the motivation of Deni’s avoidance of alcohol, gathered around her, reveling in the new topic of conversation, while the guys dragged Dave over to the makeshift bar and poured him a liberal scotch, accompanied by somewhat inappropriate jokes about his prowess.

I looked over at Deni, who seemed intuitively to know that I was looking at her as she simultaneously glanced over in my direction. I smiled at her warmly.

Although it was unlikely that this baby would ever be truly mine, I was happy, and I sensed that she was too. I almost wished that she would leave Dave and move in with me, but I knew my daughter would probably go ballistic if I partnered with a young woman of Deni’s age.

I noticed that Deni must have needed to use the rest room, as our host directed her to the location. She made her excuses to the assembled group of wives and headed into the house.

I quietly slipped away and followed her inside, not wanting to be seen.

The bathroom was just at the top of the stairs, and I arrived just as she was coming out. Deni’s eyes lit up, and she quickly ducked back inside the door, dragging me with her.

“I want you… I want you now!” she whispered into my ear.

“I didn’t hesitate. I looked dead into her eyes and then turned her to face the wall, bending her over slightly, I dropped my pants, and pumped my already rapidly hardening cock into full erection.”

“I lifted the back of her skirt and moved the bottom of her panties to the side. They were already soaked with her wetness, and her pussy was dripping wet.”

“I forced her open, slipping the head inside her and started to fuck her. She started whimpering and moaning as I thrust into her.”

“She was as tight as ever, but this wasn’t about to be a leisurely fuck. I reached around and grabbed her tits from the front and squeezed them as I pistoned my cock with a sense of urgency into her pussy.”

Deni was trembling. I didn’t hold back, and after just a few minutes, I erupted into her, flooding her pussy with cum.

I held her there for a moment, sweating, regaining my strength before slipping out of her and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe our combined fluids from my cock, while she reached under her skirt and straightened her panties over the lips of her now cum-filled pussy.

She turned to me, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me deeply, her tongue finding mine.

“Hey,” she whispered, “listen… I’ve got a day off on Monday and Dave is heading out of town… can we… you know?”

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation, kissing her again.

We listened for sounds of anyone outside the door, and she slipped out to rejoin the party. I stayed behind, waiting a few discrete minutes before going back down to join them.

I took my seat and cracked open another beer. If it was surreal to think that Dave’s wife was pregnant with my baby, it was even more surreal, knowing that his wife was sitting next to him with her pussy full of my cum.

Sunday was a quiet day, and I busied myself with various tasks to make sure I had nothing to disturb me on Monday. I even took a trip to a local sex store that I knew of and picked up a pack of a kind of under-the-counter Viagra, as I was pretty sure I was going to need it, together with various toys, some lube, and a vibrator.

I was going to enjoy being her sex ed teacher.

Monday came, and sure enough, Dave headed off to work at his usual time, throwing an overnight bag into the trunk of his car. I watched deliberately out of the window for him to leave.

Not sure why really, I guess I was unrealistically hoping for Deni to scamper over the moment he left for work. The morning passed by with no sign of Deni.

I decided that she must have changed her mind when my thoughts were interrupted by my mobile phone ringing.

I almost ignored it but figured business is business and answered. To my surprise, it was Deni.

“Hey Gary, it’s me, Deni,” she said.

“Oh, lol, I wasn’t expecting a call from you… how are you today?” I replied, somewhat puzzled about why she would be calling me.

“I’m fine,” she giggled, “how are you?”

“I’m fine too, was just about to go out,” I responded, curious where this was heading.

“Come on over,” she said and suddenly hung up.

I smiled to myself and grabbed the bag of supplies I had obtained, popping one of the so-called Viagra clones and headed for the door.

Over at Deni’s house, I rang the bell and she answered, dragging me inside and closing the door behind us.

She stood on tiptoes, threw her arms around me, and kissed me deeply, her little tongue darting into my mouth.

She was a fast learner. We broke the kiss, and I took a step back.

She stood there, oozing sexuality and did a little twirl for me, giggling. A tight white t-shirt clung to her body but this time it looked so different, clearly, she was not wearing a bra as the mounds on her t-shirt revealed the natural shape of her breasts, her nipples clearly tenting the fabric.

The shirt contrasted nicely with the brown pantone of her skin, the recent sun having darkened it.

Her little bubble butt was covered by an extremely short, mauve-colored mini skirt.

Aside from that, her feet were bare. She looked so short with no shoes on.

“I missed you so much,” she said.

“Me too,” I admitted. It was true, I loved being around her. She made me feel younger, and I enjoyed every moment of her company, even when we weren’t having sex.

“So, are you ready to teach your new student?” she winked at me with a mischievous look on her face.

“Definitely,” I replied.

I grabbed her by the hand and led her into the living room.

I kissed her and gestured her to sit on the sofa. She sat there, knees together, arms folded demurely in front of her.

“So, tell me about your sexual experience,” I said, like a therapist waiting for her story to unfold.

She looked at me with almost sad eyes, a look of resignation on her face.

“That’s just it… that’s the problem… I don’t really have any,” she said.

“Dave was my first ever boyfriend, and we didn’t make love until we were married… until I met you, I never even realized it could feel so good.”

I smiled at her willingness to be open and honest with me.

“So, did you ever masturbate when you were younger?”

“No,” she flushed bright red, “My mom always taught me that it was wrong, like impure.”

“So, you’ve never masturbated?”

“Nope,” she shook her head affirmatively.

“So, you never get turned on and feel the need to touch yourself?”

Again, she shook her head, “Well… yes, I sometimes get aroused, but I just try to distract myself by thinking of something else.”

“You know, Deni, you surprise me. Many girls touch themselves… it’s like the most normal thing ever.”

She looked at me quizzically.

“How do you ever expect Dave to know what you like if you don’t know yourself?”

She pondered my question for several moments.

“I… I always thought guys knew what to do and would do it the right way.”

I had wondered why Deni always seemed to lay there passively and not directly participate in our lovemaking.

“Does he ask you?”

“Nuh uh,” she replied, shaking her head.

“And what do you do for him? For his pleasure?”

“How do you mean?” again a quizzical expression in her eyes, “I just let him do what he wants.”

“And what does he want? What does he like to do?”

Actually, given this unusual situation, I was just plain curious about why her husband couldn’t make the most of such a sexy young wife; it seemed like such a tragedy waste.

“So, how does he make love to you?… Does he lick you like I did? Does he ever just bend you over and fuck you?”

Deni looked hesitant, wondering how and whether to answer, but I looked at her reassuringly and squeezed her hands.

“He… well, we usually cuddle and kiss a lot, then he gets between my legs and puts it in.”

“And does he make you cum?”

Deni seemed to be squirming at the intimacy of my questions, either shy or embarrassed to answer me, often taking almost a minute before answering.

She looked down.

“No… I don’t think I ever really had an orgasm before you,” her face turned bright red.

“And how long does he go on for before he cums in you?”

“I don’t know,” she responded and laughed, “I don’t really keep track of time… not long.”

I laughed with her, “And then what does he do?”

“Lol, he falls asleep and snores,” she giggled, but I could tell she was frustrated by his actions.

“And how does that make you feel?”

Deni pondered a moment, “Kinda numb… but I just accepted it, to me it was normal.”

“When you fucked me that first time, it… I knew it was wrong, I wanted to stop you… you scared me…. but actually, it opened up a whole new world for me.”

She continued, “I felt so guilty for days for having enjoyed it, I was angry at my body for responding like it did to you, but you made me realize how amazing sex can be and now all I can think about is when will I get the chance to have sex with you again.”

She looked down sheepishly.

I smiled and hugged her lovingly, trying to reassure her.

“You are an amazing young woman, Deni, you’re so beautiful, so sexy, it’s a shame that it took my stupidity to make you realize how great sex can be.”

“Really?” she asked, seeking further reassurance.

“Really!” I emphasized, “I mean look at you, even the way you dress, it’s so sexy.”

Deni blushed… “I’m not wearing a bra.”

“I know and it suits you,” I added.

“But you can see my nipples,” she protested, covering her hands over her tits.

As I watched Deni’s face light up with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, I knew I had to be gentle yet firm in my approach. “Let’s try something new, Deni,” I said, my voice low and soothing. “I want you to touch yourself, to explore your body and find what gives you pleasure.” Her eyes widened, and she looked away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Do it for me, Deni,” I coaxed, my voice softening. “Put your hands inside your t-shirt, and play with your breasts. Feel what gives you pleasure, and tell me about it.”

Deni hesitated, her eyes darting back to mine, but I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She was curious, and a little scared, but she was willing to try. She slipped her hands inside her t-shirt, and I watched as her face relaxed, her eyes closing as she focused on the sensations in her body.

“Pinch your nipples, try doing it softly and then hard,” I instructed, my voice firm yet gentle. Deni complied, her eyes fluttering open, and I could see the surprise and pleasure on her face.

“It’s making me feel good,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But if I squeeze too hard, it hurts, but it’s a nice hurt.”

“Keep going, Deni,” I encouraged. “Put one hand under your panties, and play with your clitoris.”

Deni’s face flushed even deeper, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know, Gary. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that.”

“Do it for me, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle. “Trust me, it will feel good.”

Deni hesitated, but eventually, she complied, her hand slipping under her panties, and I watched as her face relaxed, her eyes closing as she focused on the sensations in her body.

“Focus on what gives you pleasure, Deni,” I instructed. “Imagine the feelings of when we’re together, and try to remember the sensations.”

Deni’s hand sped up, and I could see the tension in her body building. “Keep going, Deni,” I encouraged. “You’re so close.”

And then, suddenly, she was there, her body quivering as she orgasmed. She withdrew her hand, her fingers wet with her juices, and looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and bewilderment.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I want you to do that every day, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle. “I want you to get into the habit of enjoying yourself, of exploring your body and finding what gives you pleasure.”

Deni looked uncertain, but I could see the determination in her eyes. “I’ll try,” she whispered, still embarrassed, but willing to try.

“Take your clothes off, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle. “Come stand in front of me.”

Deni complied, her face flushing as she stood in front of me, her body exposed. I could see the nervousness in her eyes, but I also saw the trust, the knowledge that she was safe with me.

“Kneel down between my legs,” I instructed, my voice softening.

Deni dropped to her knees, her eyes looking up at me, and I could see the innocence, the naivety in her eyes. She was a perfect submissive, and I intended to explore this side of her character to the fullest.

“I know you want to learn about sex, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle. “And I’m honored to be your teacher. So, if you really want to learn, I need you to promise to do anything I ask of you, without question.”

Deni nodded, her eyes wide with trust, and I knew that I had her, that she was mine to teach, to guide, and to explore.

“Now, I want you to unfasten my pants, and take my cock out,” I instructed, my voice firm yet gentle.

Deni reached forward, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with my zipper and fastener. She pulled my pants open, and I felt a surge of excitement as she tentatively wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

“It’s so big,” she whispered, her eyes wide with awe.

“Squeeze it firmly, and pump it slowly,” I instructed, my voice softening.

Deni complied, her hands working up and down my shaft, and I could feel the pleasure building, the waves of sensation washing over me.

“Kiss the tip,” I commanded, my voice firm yet gentle.

Deni looked aghast, but she lowered her head, and softly pecked the top with her lips. A strand of precum dangled between my cock and her lip.

“Have you ever given Dave a blow job?” I asked, my voice softening.

“No, never,” Deni whispered, her eyes wide with shame.

“It’s time you learned, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle. “You need to get over your anxiety, and learn to do it well. It will make Dave happy, and it will make you feel good too.”

Deni looked crushed, but I could see the determination in her eyes. She was willing to try, to learn, and to please me.

“Take the head into your mouth,” I instructed, my voice firm yet gentle.

Deni looked scared, but she accepted my wishes, her mouth opening wide as she took the head of my cock inside. She started to suck me, her tongue circling, her lips working up and down my shaft.

“Now, look up into my eyes, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle. “See the pleasure that you’re giving me.”

Deni looked up, her eyes locked on mine, and I could feel the intensity of the sensations building. I was so close, but I didn’t want to cum yet, not until Deni was ready.

“Finger your pussy, Deni,” I instructed, my voice softening.

Deni’s hand went to her pussy, and she started to rub herself, her moans and whimpers getting louder. I felt the vibration of her pleasure, and I knew that she was close.

“Climb up on top of me, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle.

Deni climbed up, her body positioning itself on top of mine, and I could feel the weight of her body, the heat of her skin. I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwined, and I could feel the passion building, the desire growing.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Deni?” I asked, my voice softening.

“Yes,” Deni whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Tell me, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

“I do, oh my god, I do,” Deni whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

“Beg me, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle.

“Fuck me, Gary, please,” Deni whispered, her voice barely audible.

I lunged my hips upwards, spearing her completely in one go. Deni cried out, an intense fusion of pain and pleasure, seared through her body, followed almost immediately by a long ear-piercing wail, and I felt her muscles spasming as an intense orgasm beset her body.

“We’re not done yet, Deni,” I said, my voice firm yet gentle. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock, to make yourself cum, to make me cum.”

Deni started to repeat, her hips lifting and dropping, her body moving in a rhythmic motion. I could feel the pleasure building, the desire growing, and I knew that we were both close.

“Make me cum, Deni,” I said, my voice softening.

Deni reached her arms behind me, grasping my head, and kissed me deeply as she frantically bounced her hips up and down, fucking herself with my cock. I could feel the intensity of the sensations building, the waves of pleasure washing over me.

And then, suddenly, we were both there, our bodies spasming, our muscles trembling, as we orgasmed simultaneously, our bodies locked together in a passionate, loving moment.

Deni collapsed against me, her body quivering, her breasts pressing into my chest. I held her tightly, my arms wrapped around her, as we stayed cuddled together, holding each other, our bodies still trembling with pleasure.

“How can you do this to me, Gary?” Deni whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I’m not doing anything to you, Deni,” I said, my voice softening. “I’m just releasing what’s already in you.”

Deni kissed me lovingly, and snuggled into me, her body still trembling with pleasure, and I knew that I had her, that she was mine to teach, to guide, and to explore, to love and to cherish.

My pants were drenched from her juices, but I didn’t care, I was just savoring the moment of holding my little angel. We had the entire day ahead of us, and I wanted to cherish every second with her. She was feeling complete, and my emotions were too – a calm, contented sense of peace.

We spent the rest of the day in a leisurely pace, getting to know each other better. She cooked lunch for us, and we made love again in the afternoon. We showered together, and by early evening, we had made love once more. I suggested taking her to a movie, but she was hesitant at first, fearing that someone might recognize her and alert her husband. I reassured her that we would go to a secluded part of town and watch the movie in private. She eventually agreed.

She dressed in her signature style, a form-fitting white t-shirt, but I persuaded her to forego a bra for this occasion, which she reluctantly agreed to. She wore a short skirt that only came down to mid-thigh, showcasing her slender legs, and finished the ensemble with a pair of tall wedge sandals. After searching online for a movie we would both enjoy, we headed out in my truck. We purchased a couple of tickets and an oversized bucket of popcorn before making our way to a screen, Deni holding my hand like a girlfriend as I led her to a row high in the back.

It was about 15 minutes into the movie when her phone buzzed, and she looked panicked, realizing the incoming call was from Dave. She looked at me as if to say shhh! and shielding the mouthpiece with her hand, answered in a quiet voice. Deni explained to him that she was at the movies and that she was with a friend.

“Who with?” Dave asked.

“Sarah, a friend from school,” Deni replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I decided to seize the moment and slipped my hand over her thigh and up her skirt to her panties. She gasped as I slipped my fingers inside and started to finger her clitoris. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and excitement, clamping my hand in place with her thighs.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, still trying to maintain the charade. “It’s just one of the scenes that caught me off guard.”

I continued to pleasure her, using her wetness to lubricate my fingers before slipping them inside her. She started to moan and whimper, her body responding to my touch.

“You’re sooo bad,” she exclaimed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the movie.

“Your turn,” I said, taking her right hand and placing it on my bulge.

“What, here? No way,” she protested.

“Suck me,” I commanded, my voice low and assertive.

She looked around nervously before bending down over the seat, her mouth closing around my engorged cock. I stroked the back of her head, applying gentle pressure to get it as deep as I could without choking her.

“Suck me,” I repeated, my voice low and husky.

She looked up at me with a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes before continuing to suck me off. I felt my own orgasm rising, and I knew there was nowhere for it to go, so I held the back of her head tightly and erupted into her mouth. She tried to jerk back, taken by surprise at the spurts of semen hitting the back of her throat, but I held her head in place.

“Lesson number two, always swallow his cum,” I whispered into her ear, my voice barely audible over the sound of the movie. I then turned her face to mine and kissed her on the lips before tucking my satisfied cock back into my pants.

The movie eventually ended, and we headed home, more or less in silence. About halfway home, she turned to me and said, “Gary, can we do that again sometime?”

I smiled, knowing that she had accepted that new experience.

After I pulled into my driveway, I escorted her to her door and was about to say goodnight and return home when she turned to face me and asked me to spend the night with her. We went inside, and before heading up, I grabbed the bag of supplies from the sex shop that I had left in the living room. Taking my hand, she led the way to her bedroom. We both undressed, flicked the lights off, leaving only a bedside lamp illuminated, and climbed into bed, kissing passionately for several minutes.

I rolled her onto her back and took the vibrator, setting it on a low, gentle vibration before holding the tip to her clitoris. Deni cooed as the gentle vibrations aroused her, and I started sliding the vibrator down her pussy lips and nudging the tip inside her opening. She was whimpering and moaning softly, and I twisted the end cap, turning up the intensity of the vibration, before inserting it inside her. Her abundant flow of juices lubricated it as I started to fuck her with the vibrator.

I took her hand and placed it in her hand, lowering it to her pussy. Almost intuitively, she started to fuck herself with it, her eyes closed, and all I could discern was her moans, the gentle hum of the vibrator, and the steady rise and fall of the bed covers as she masturbated.

She started to buck her hips and her moans grew louder, delighting in the new sensations until she cried out as an orgasm swept over her. I was always amazed at how easily she could reach orgasm with the right stimulation. As she pulled the vibrator away, I climbed over her between her legs and slid my cock into her.

I fucked her slowly, even in this simple missionary position, she was writhing at the joy of having my cock inside her. We continued, softly, gently making love, kissing each other, suckling occasionally on her nipples. It was different, tender, patient lovemaking.

She came again two more times before I finally released into her. We snuggled down together, the post-coital satisfaction not requiring words, and we drifted into sleep, holding her in my arms.

The next morning, I started blinking my eyes open, taking in my unfamiliar surroundings when I noticed that Deni was already awake. She was laying on her side, quietly watching me sleep, waiting for me to wake. She was a picture of loveliness to wake up next to, and I stared back into her eyes and smiled.

“Gary…” she said hesitantly, pausing a few moments before continuing, “…I love you.”

I replied, “I love you too, sweetheart,” interpreting her words as meaning the kind of way two good friends might care about each other.

“I mean,” she continued, “I really love you… I am…” she searched for the right words, “I’m crazy in love with you.”

I took a moment to process the full significance of what she had just confessed, and a warm glow swept over me as I realized that she wasn’t just my lover, this wasn’t just a casual relationship to satisfy our lust. I finally had to admit to myself that I was actually in love with her too.

I rolled over to face her, took her hand, looked into her eyes, and said, “And I am in love with you too, Deni.”

Her eyes welled with tears, and we kissed for the first time as two people deeply in love with each other. I held the mother of my future child tightly, wishing this moment would never end.