The Stepsister’s Playful Side
Eva’s flirtatious nature had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks, but it wasn’t until she trudged through the snow-covered streets to help me with my elderly mother’s recently vacated apartment that I caught a glimpse of her playful side.
As she dropped her coat and bag of cleaning supplies on the floor, she let out a loud expletive, “FUCK, it’s cold out there, Francis!” Her exuberance was infectious, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her antics.
Despite her unpolished demeanor, Eva had a certain allure that drew me in. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and her thick, curly brunette hair seemed to have a life of its own.
As I helped her with her coat and sweaters, I noticed she had no bra under her t-shirt, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. She was still nursing her 18-month-old daughter, Julia, and I was taken aback by the sight of her engorged breasts.
“I have to empty these babies,” she teased, pulling out her breast pump. “Wanna watch?” I shook my head, feeling a mix of embarrassment and fascination.
As we worked on the apartment, Eva’s energy was palpable. She washed the floor on her hands and knees, her big ass prominent, and her round tits bouncing with each movement. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, my mind wandering to all the possibilities.
When we finished, we shared lunch and talked about the kids and my brother, Jim. Eva mentioned their active sex life, which included swinging with other couples, but Jim had become increasingly jealous. She laughed and swiped her hand across her crotch, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
That night, I found myself fantasizing about Eva, my mind racing with scenarios of her on her knees, sucking my cock. I squeezed and stroked my balls, feeling my thick cock reach its full 7 inches. I stroked it hard, blowing a tremendous load into my foreskin, licking my fingers in satisfaction.
A couple of days later, Eva sent me a text inviting me over, “The kids haven’t seen their Uncle Frank in ages.” I arrived the next day, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
As we watched a movie upstairs, Eva’s tiny hands and stubby fingers rested on my thigh. I finally worked up the courage to gently grab her hand, and we shared a passionate kiss. The dam of passion burst open, and we wildly groped each other like teenagers who had been grounded for a year!
Eva grabbed my bulging crotch and growled, “I fucking want you.” I croaked weakly, “Yes,” as she led me by the hand into the next room. She pushed me into a chair, took off my boots and socks, and did a graceful handstand, ending up in the splits.
She sat at the edge of the enormous King-size bed, her chubby legs slightly spread, revealing a neatly-trimmed dark black bush. She smiled thinly and said, “You want some?” pointing down at her pussy. I said, “Yes, I’d love to make love to the most beautiful woman to ever take her clothes off in front of me.”
Eva said, “You’re such a bull-shitter, but you do know what to say to a girl!” She took my belt and dropped it on the floor, pulling my pants and underwear down. She looked my cock over, stroked it once or twice, and then swallowed it whole in three long thrusts of her wide mouth.
She gave me the most amazing blowjob I’d ever had, expertly using her tongue and not using her teeth. She rode the shaft like a machine, stopping short of making me cum twice. I moaned, my legs shaking, as she licked the purple rim of my throbbing cock head.
Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed. She spread her legs wide and folded her knees, looking at me pleadingly, “Will you lick my clit, please?” I dove right in, plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts.
I sucked her clit gently, plunging two fingers into her pussy as I licked all around it. Eva came with a sharp yelp, grabbing a wash towel and putting it in her mouth. I spat on my thumb and shoved it up her ass, probing at first, then jamming it in hard as she moaned through the towel.
I finger-fucked her pussy and ass like this for a bit, finishing her off with a short rim job that seemed to tickle her a bit. She moaned deeply from her round belly. I went to work on her clit with my full attention, giving her my “patented” hard and soft tongue treatment that seems to be popular with all women.
Eva bucked with a continuous wave of orgasms, her screams muffled by the washrag in her mouth. She finally grabbed me by the hair and growled, “Stop! I need a break for a minute.” I slid alongside her as she wrapped her thick arms around me, and I licked her salty-tasting neck.
Her chest was heaving, and her lactating breasts were leaking. I French kissed her deeply and moved my mouth to her right tit, beginning to lick and squeeze it. She tried to stop me, but I latched on and began sucking like a 30-pound 5-month-old. My mouth filled with the faintly sweet nectar of warm, thin mother’s milk.
Eva relaxed as the Oxytocin went to work. An old memory rushed back to me of suckling at my own mother’s full tits when I was as old as 5. When I finished my unplanned but lovely meal, my cock was throbbing again, and Eva said, “I need to be fucked,” as she leaned over and sucked my hard dick to make sure it was ready.
She rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide, saying, “Fuck me now.” I crawled up on top of her, my 6’2″ frame towering over her tiny body. I leaned down and gave her pussy and asshole a quick lick, making sure everything was good and wet. It was, and I put my throbbing cock head between her pussy lips, she lifted her full ass towards me, and I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and pulled her tiny body onto my cock.
As I thrust deeper into her, my companion’s pussy expertly squeezed my member, sending shivers down my spine. Her gasp was music to my ears as she reached her climax for the first time, her body trembling beneath me.
“No, no, wait,” I whispered, lifting her up to prevent myself from following suit. I turned her around, her supple body on all fours, and was struck by the beauty of her alabaster ass framed by her curving hips.
I took a deep, sensual lick of her pussy and asshole, the taste of her skin sending my senses into overdrive. Withdrawing for a moment, I plunged back into her, my cock sliding effortlessly into her warm, wet depths.
“Oh, god,” she gasped, slamming back against me with a ferocity that left me breathless. I held her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I fucked her harder and faster, her tiny body undulating beneath me like a woman possessed.
“More,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. I pinned her ass cheeks between my thumb and forefinger, and she came again, her body twitching with pleasure.
Emboldened, I slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room. She moaned, her clit rubbing against her panties as she came yet again. I slapped her harder, and she let out a cry of pleasure, her body arching back against me.
As my own orgasm built to a crescendo, I pulled out of her, my cock throbbing with need. I sprayed a thick stream of jism across her ass and onto her back, our bodies glistening with sweat and semen.
We collapsed together, our hearts pounding in unison. I licked my cum off her back and ass, the taste of her skin still lingering on my tongue. She rolled over, her tiny body on mine, and licked and sucked my shrinking cock clean.
“I think I’m in love with you,” she whispered, her eyes shining with tears.
“I know exactly what you mean,” I replied, my voice husky with emotion. We swapped kisses, our lips moving in perfect synchrony as we luxuriated in the afterglow of our passion.
As we drifted off to sleep, I knew that I wanted this woman again – and soon.
“You know why I never went down on you before?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our pounding hearts.
“No, why?” I replied, my voice equally hushed.
“Because your brother was jealous,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “He thought I only liked women, not knowing that same-sex couples are capable of incredible intimacy and passion.”
“I know,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. “And I have to say, I’m impressed.”
“Impressed?” she repeated, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
“Amazing, best I’ve ever had!” I said, my voice full of conviction.
We collapsed into each other’s arms, our bodies entwined as we drifted off to sleep, our hearts full of love and passion.
As the months passed, Eva and I continued to explore our desires, our love growing stronger with each passing day. We knew that we had something special, something that transcended the boundaries of conventional relationships.
And as we lay in each other’s arms, our bodies intertwined, we knew that we would always be there for each other – no matter what.
Frank Mills writes stories from his own and his friends’ experiences about sex between real people, not models or porn stars. He writes for real men and women to enjoy.