When Emily Was My Stepsister – Family Ties Turn Romantic

My eyes were fixed on the kitchen counter as I washed the last of the dishes, the warm glow of the evening sun casting a golden light on the space. The sound of the shower in the bathroom was a soothing background hum, a reminder that Emily was finally getting a chance to unwind after a long day. I glanced at my watch, the numbers ticking away with an alarming speed. How was it already almost nine o’clock?

“James, can you pass me the razor, please?” Emily’s voice called out from behind the shower door, a hint of amusement lurking in her tone.

“Uh, sure,” I replied, digging through the shopping bags until I found the fancy pink razor encased in plastic. I quickly snipped open the packaging with a pair of scissors and handed it through the door.

“Not peeking, are we?” Emily teased, her voice dripping with seduction as she reached out to take the razor from me. I chuckled and backed away, closing the door behind me.

“Okay, I’ll be heading out now. See you later,” I said, grabbing my phone from the counter and making my way to the front door.

Just as I was about to leave, I noticed a sliver of light spilling into the hallway. Realizing I hadn’t fully closed the bathroom door, I crept closer, my heart pounding in my chest.

I pressed my eye to the gap in the door, catching a glimpse of Emily’s beautiful body. Her calves were being shaved, the steam from the shower swirling around her legs. I couldn’t help but be drawn in, my gaze tracing the curves of her hips and the soft swell of her breasts.

As I watched, transfixed, Emily turned to face me, a razor glinting in her hand. I quickly ducked back behind the door, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. I heard no reaction, so I cautiously peered around the door again.

What I saw took my breath away. Emily was massaging shaving cream around the lips of her pussy, the razor glinting in the dim light. I felt a twitch in my groin as I watched her smooth, toned body, my mind racing with forbidden thoughts.

Misjudging the distance, I fumbled for my phone, my hand shaking as I tried to unlock the screen. The phone slipped from my fingers, landing with a loud thud on the floor.

“James? James, are you still there?” Emily’s voice called out, her tone laced with amusement.

I froze, my brain screaming at me to move, to get up and run. But between the unobstructed view of her dripping wet body and the thought of being caught, I was paralyzed. Emily walked past me, heading for the vanity, and I let out a silent sigh of relief.

As I heard her rummaging around in the drawers, I ducked behind the door, holding my breath. The sound of her footsteps getting closer sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t dare peek again until I heard the shower start.

When I cautiously looked around the door, I saw Emily running her hand over something clear, her eyes closed in ecstasy. My focus was broken as she reached down and started rubbing her pussy lips, a low moan escaping her lips.

“Mhhhhh Nancy, this is the best present you’ve ever gotten me,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. My mind reeled as I realized what she was holding – a glass dildo, its bulbs glinting in the dim light.

I was transfixed, my cock hardening in my jeans as I watched Emily take the dildo deep into her mouth, her eyes closed in rapture. I felt a twinge of disappointment as she pulled it out, but then I saw her bring it back to her body, tracing the tip across her breast and stomach before inserting it into her pussy.

As I watched, Emily’s moans grew louder, her body rocking back and forth in a sensual rhythm. I felt a surge of desire, my hand instinctively reaching down to stroke my cock through my jeans. I was in agony, my body screaming for release as I watched Emily play with her nipples and dildo.

It was then that I saw her yoga pants sticking out from behind the door. An idea flared in my mind, and I slowly pushed the door open, reaching around to carefully untangle her panties from her pants.

As I crawled back outside, I looked down at the panties in my hand, my heart racing with excitement. They were almost completely sheer, the floral pattern stretching across the material like a delicate dance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I inhaled the musky aroma of Emily’s womanhood, my cock hardening to a painful point.

With shaking hands, I brought the panties up to my face, inhaling deeply as I watched Emily speed up her thrusts. I felt a surge of desire, my hand instinctively reaching down to rub the smooth material up and down my shaft.

“Ooooohhh fuck,” Emily moaned, her voice echoing through the bathroom. I felt a jolt of electricity as I watched her, my body screaming for release. And in that moment, I knew I was lost, forever trapped in a web of forbidden desire and temptation.

Emily’s eyes fluttered closed as she let out a soft moan, her head tilting to the side. She leaned back into the corner of the shower, her body trembling with abandon. I watched her intently, my arousal growing with every passing moment.

She roughly grasped her breast, her fingers closing around her nipple as she pulled it taut. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips, and I felt my cock pulse with excitement.

I wrapped the soaked gusset of her panties around the head of my cock, relishing the feel of the wet lace gliding over me. The pressure was building inside me, and I could feel myself getting close.

As I watched, Emily frantically slammed the dildo into her beautiful pussy, her body shuddering and her hand flying to her mouth. She screamed into her hand, her hips bucking wildly as a powerful orgasm washed over her.

My own orgasm came only a few seconds later, as I shot load after load of my cum into her soft, thin panties. The material quickly soaked through, and my cum began to roll down my shaft and pool around my hand.

Emily collapsed onto the floor with a soft thud, looking completely drained. She ran her fingertips up and down her arms, sighing as she began to stand up.

Fearing being caught, I quickly stood up and shoved the soiled panties into my pocket.

Walking quietly down the hall and out the front door, I exited into the cold night air. On the short walk home, I thought about the events of the night. Almost in disbelief, I considered what Emily had said about my mother and her “present.”

Walking in the front door of my house and through to the living room, I saw my mother sitting on the couch.

“You’re home late,” she remarked, looking up from her laptop.

“Yeah, Emily took her time,” I responded, trying to sound calm and casual.

“So did she enjoy yoga?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, she did. She said it felt really good to stretch herself out,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.

My mother snorted, shutting her laptop as she stood up and walked past me up the stairs. “I’m sure she did,” she said, chuckling.

I shook my head, wondering what Emily had really said to my mother.

Yawning, I turned to the next page of my textbook. My eyes scanned the massive walls of text, my mind struggling to focus.

“Calculus permits us to take this limit, and indeed uses just this limit as the definition of the derivative. We thus define the instantaneous velocity vector as the time-derivative of the position vector,” I read aloud.

I glanced over at my clock and saw that it was already well past midnight. Sighing, I shut the textbook and yawned. Exam week was in less than a month, and I was still weeks behind on my studying.

Standing up and stretching, I looked out my window at the sheets of rain pounding down on the rooftops of houses. I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of milk.

As I stood at the counter, I couldn’t help but think of Emily and her incredible body. I thought back to last week, remembering the sounds of her moans as she pleasured herself. The sweet scent of her panties still lingered in my mind.

Taking another drink from the bottle, I stood up and was about to put it away when I heard a knock at the front door.

Cautious as to who would be knocking on my door in the middle of the night, I peeked out the window before going to the door.

To my surprise, I saw Emily standing in the rain, wearing a deep red cocktail dress. The rain had soaked her head to toe, and her wet hair hung off her face.

“Emily, are you alright?” I asked, opening the door.

“What are you doing out in the rain?” I asked, trying to hide my concern.

She stepped inside, and I realized that she was crying.

“Emily, what’s wrong?” I asked softly.

She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I… M-my… Is Nancy here?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No, she’s at a conference and won’t be back for a few days,” I replied, shutting the door behind her.

“Oh,” she said, looking down at the ground.

“You can talk to me about it, Emily,” I said, trying to reassure her.

“I just, I didn’t know where else to…g…,” she said, breaking down into tears.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said firmly, trying to calm her down.

“Please, can you stay with me, just until I fall asleep?” she asked, her voice shaking.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to stay in the same bed with Emily in her soaking wet dress. But I didn’t want to upset her, so I lied down on the bed.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her eyes closing as she began to sob.

After a few minutes, she began to calm down, her breathing slowing as she fell asleep.

As I lay there, I couldn’t help but notice the way her body fit against mine. She was warm and soft, and I could feel her heart beating against my chest.

Eventually, she stirred, her eyes opening as she looked up at me.

“James, did you really mean what you said before? About me being a beautiful woman?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” I replied, smiling at her.

“I think that you are incredibly attractive, and one of the nicest people I know,” I said, trying to reassure her.

“Oh, you’re too kind,” she said, smiling back at me.

She reached out and placed her hand on my cheek, her body slowly moving closer to mine.

I felt my cock harden as she pressed herself against me, her body warm and inviting.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Any time, Emily,” I replied, my voice low and husky.

As we lay there, I could feel her body tensing up, her breathing slowing as she relaxed into my arms.

I ran my hand over the taught muscles of her stomach, feeling her body respond to my touch.

“Mhhhhhhh, my husband never holds me like this anymore,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I traced my fingers in circles over her stomach, running them around her navel and drawing lines between her ribs.

Her breathing seemed to deepen as she pushed herself into me, my cock hardening as I pressed myself against her.

“Uhh,” she moaned almost inaudibly as my fingertips grazed over the front of her breasts, teasing around her nipples but never quite making contact.

She reached over me, placing her hand on my back and pulling me into her even further.

As we lay there, neither of us saying a word, her deepening breaths were the only sound in the room.

Eventually, I ran my fingers over her nipple, pushing it down to the side before letting it spring back.

At the same time, I thrust forward and pressed my cock against the crease of her skirt.

As we lay there, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next, my body aching with desire for her.

I lean in, my mouth inches from hers, as she moans and arches her back, pushing her hips into my groin. My hand cups one breast while I roll the nipple of the other, eliciting short, sharp moans from her as she begins to buck her hips against me.

I take my hand back to her stomach and press firmly on her waist, running my hand along her front and over her hip, feeling the band of her panties underneath the soaked fabric.

“I…I can’t believe what I’m doing,” she whispers.

“Shh,” I respond, my voice low and husky.

“I’m reminding you how you deserve to be treated,” I whisper back, my fingers tracing the fabric of her panties.

She tries to push herself against my evasive hand, moving her hips towards me. I run my hand further down, stroking along the outside of her leg and sliding my hand under the fabric of her dress to grip her hip firmly.

“Ohhhh…please!” she whimpers.

“Please what?” I reply coyly, my voice dripping with sensuality.

She turns over and presses her chest into mine, whispering hoarsely into my ear.

“Touch me.”

I pull my head back, my lips pressing against hers as I finally give in. I press my hand firmly against her panty-clad pussy, feeling how completely and utterly soaked she is.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she moans, rubbing herself back and forth over my hand.

I begin to tease her, stroking up and down and reaching just under the edge of her panties before pulling back and tracing along the inside of her thigh.

She lifts up my shirt and pushes the flat of her palm against my stomach, her kisses becoming more passionate as she reaches down over my jeans and gives my length a firm squeeze.

“You’re so hard!” she exclaims.

I give no response, instead pushing her panties further into her sopping pussy and triggering a moan as she forces her hips harder against my hand.

Sliding my fingers around the skin on either side of her panties, I lift the material up and slide my fingers down her dripping slit, feeling her tightness contract on my fingers.

She gives a sharp intake of breath as I work my fingers into her, her breathing becoming even more erratic as I stretch out my thumb to start slowly rubbing the folds around her clit.

I remove my hand from her panties and sit up, before kneeling behind her and wrapping my arms around her chest.

I pull her up so that she is kneeling in front of me with her legs spread, cupping her breast and pulling her back so that her back presses against my chest and her head is draped over my shoulder.

I continue to caress both of her breasts for a few seconds before reaching down underneath her dress and sliding her panties to the side.

Teasing my fingers around her wet opening, I rub my underwear-clad cock against the cleft of her ass, causing her to arch her back and drop her head further over my shoulder.

I slide two fingers into her, and take this opportunity to lick and kiss along her neck to her collarbones and back up to her earlobes, her soft moans affirming her pleasure as she rocks her ass up and down against me.

I feel her begin to shake and squeeze faster as her moans become increasingly desperate.

“Oh my fucking god,” she whimpers.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” she moans.

I meet her thrusts by pushing my hand harder against her, lifting her up off the bed and burying my fingers deep inside her.

I hold her there for a moment as she squirms, her breathing becoming more erratic.

“W-what are you doing?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Please, don’t stop,” she begs, her hips pushing against mine.

I slowly slide my fingers out of her, and trace them up and over her lips, before moving her to the side and kissing and licking along the back of her neck.

She moans as I move to the side of her neck and suck hard just below her jaw, her breathing becoming even more erratic.

Shuddering, I grab the zip of her dress with my teeth and pull it down to the small of her back, before working my way back up and planting soft kisses along her spine.

She reaches up and slides the dress off her shoulders, before reaching over her and running her hands over her breasts and down her stomach to her waist.

Using my forearms to push the dress down, I move to her side and lay her down on the bed, before swinging my leg over her.

Leaning in, I kiss her passionately, our tongues fighting for dominance as we move against each other.

Reaching a hand down under her dress, I trace my fingers along the outside of her panties, feeling the heat pulsing from underneath.

As I rub back and forth, I shift down her neck to her collarbones, before kissing along the top of her bra and running my tongue under the slight lift created by her cleavage.

She moans her approval, running her hands through my hair and pushing me harder against her.

I use my other hand to unclasp the front of her bra, her breasts falling loose and still remaining quite upright and perky.

With light pink nipples standing firmly apart from her pale skin, I guide her toward her right nipple but pull away slightly, instead licking and sucking around her breast.

Going from her cleavage, up to the top to the underside and tracing circles around her nipple, I tease her until she tenses up and relaxes.

“Please!” she whines, pulling me towards the center of her breast.

“Don’t tease me any longer,” I whisper, running my tongue once lightly across her nipple, pushing it down with my tongue.

She tenses up but relaxes as I go back to teasing just around it, catching her off guard every time.

As I run my tongue over her nipple and swirl it around, she tenses before relaxing, just as she relaxes, I place my mouth over her nipple and suck hard as I press her panties firmly between her folds.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” she gasps, as she presses her hips back against my hand, my thumb rolling around near the top of her slit.

She eases up after a few seconds, at which point I assault her nipple with a quick series of gently bites, keeping my mouth suctioned over her breast.

“Oh fuck,” she yells in a hoarse whisper as she convulses beneath me, grabbing handfuls of my hair and pressing herself against me.

I let her calm down a little before switching to her other breast and giving her the same treatment.

After a few minutes, I begin to kiss lower, running my tongue down her stomach and around her navel.

Shifting my weight backwards, I slide her dress off completely, leaving her in nothing but a pair of soaked red panties.

As I kiss my way along her waistline, she moans and reaches up, her hands slipping through my hair.

“Oh my god, are you going to…?” she starts to ask, but I interrupt her.

“Are you…?” I reply, my voice low and husky.

She seems a little lost for words, as I run my tongue just under the top of her panties, massaging around her mound and hips with my hands.

Pushing and pulling on her soft flesh, I run my tongue along the inside of her thigh, tracing parallel to the leg of her panties.

My passes get closer and closer until my tongue touches the fabric, and I pull back, kissing along her thigh to the back of her knee.

Switching to the other leg, I tease even closer to her womanhood, causing her to groan.

“No more teasing!” she begs, her voice firm and insistent.

“I can’t take it!” she exclaims, her hips pushing against mine.

Laughing softly, I move my face to just in front of her panties, where I can feel the heat emanating from her sex against my face.

Pressing my face against her panties, I press my tongue flat against the fabric and inhale her scent.

“Mhhhhhh,” she sighs softly, as I run my tongue in slow, flat licks over the outside of her panties.

Tasting her sweetness, my tongue delves deeper into the gap between her lips, and I pull the band of her panties down, revealing her thin layer of light brown pubic hair.

Standing, I quickly pull off my jeans, revealing my very obvious bulge, which her eyes lock onto.

Leaning in, I kiss my way down her leg, as she lifts her hips to meet my face.

I lick right next to her lips, breathing hot air onto her sex, and she sighs as I place my tongue gently at her dripping hole, and lick slowly up to her clit.

Now I can fully taste her, she has a musky taste with a sweet edge, and I don’t stop until she reaches down and runs her hands through my hair, guiding me up to the top of her slit.

“Please, right there,” she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reach a hand up and pull back on her mound, stretching her lips out and pulling back her hood.

My mouth makes a tight seal against her skin as I suck and gently lick her, her moans only getting louder as I use my other hand to rub a finger back and forth between her wet lips.

Her hips start to push against mine, causing my finger to slip into the entrance of her tunnel, and I keep lapping at her clit as I slide my finger into her hot body.

She tenses as I add my second finger, and I feel her walls squeeze it, her breathing becoming even more erratic.

Alternating between facing my palm down and pushing down as I slide my fingers into her, I let them rest just underneath her cervix, before pressing down on the bottom wall as I pull out.

Then, flipping my hand over, I stroke along the upper wall of her vagina, feeling her hips begin to match my rhythm.

Switching from longer flat licks to flicking my tongue quickly over her clit, I cause her to jolt and buck with a quick intake of breath.

Her thrusts and breathing become more erratic as I continue my oral assault, her hands gripping more firmly in my hair as she pushes my face into her pussy and grinds against it.

“Ohhh, please, don’t stop,” she moans between jagged breaths.

“Ohhhhhh my god I’m cumming!” she screams, her body shaking as tremors rip through her.

Her head thrown back, she screams in wordless, silent ecstasy, her body releasing and a new wave of pleasure tearing through her.

“Uhhhh,” she moans as her body releases, each new set of convulsions dripping more of her sweet nectar into my mouth.

As she comes down from her orgasm, I ease up on the pressure but still keep my mouth locked against her, occasionally licking up her slit or licking across her clit with my tongue.

Her body going into a mini-climax every time I do, she finally pulls me off her.

“No…” she pants, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No more,” she says, her hands slipping through my hair.

“Oh lord,” she whispers, her eyes locked onto mine.

“Was that alright?” I ask, my voice low and husky.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard in my life!” she exclaims, her voice full of excitement.

I lie down next to her and hold her in my arms, her back pressing into my chest.

“Mhhhh, you better not lose that, I’m going to make you feel as good as you just did for me,” she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

She yawns, her body relaxing into mine, and I respond by holding her tighter.

“Yaaawn, I’m just gonna close my eyes for a sec, okay?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I just, yaaaaawn. I just need a minute,” she repeats, her body drifting off into sleep.

“Sure,” I respond, my voice low and husky, as I hold her close and drift off into sleep with her.

As I lay there, her soft breaths danced across my chest, I hesitated, unsure if I should wake her.

I trailed off, my sentence unfinished, and gazed down at her peaceful face.

“Fall asleep,” I whispered, completing my sentence, though she was already lost in slumber.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and let her warmth seep into me.

My mind wandered to the events that had transpired earlier, and a pang of guilt crept in.

Though I knew her husband was unworthy, I still struggled with the reality of our actions.

Apart from his infidelity, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d somehow wronged her.

I pushed the thoughts aside, knowing it was pointless to dwell on them now.

I settled my head beside hers, and let the sound of her gentle breathing lull me into a restful sleep.

Hello, I’m James G, a newcomer to the world of erotic literature.

I’m eager to learn and grow as a writer, and I appreciate any feedback you can offer.

This is my first attempt, and as you may have guessed, I’m still finding my footing.

I’d love to hear your thoughts and suggestions on how I can improve.

If you’re interested, I’d be happy to continue the story and share more chapters from this series.

Thank you for taking the time to read my work, and I look forward to hearing from you.