Obsessed With My Step(12)

On the first day we found ourselves alone in the house – Todd had gone to summer school, Dad and Alyssa had gone to work. I woke up excited and eager to hang out with Nick and possibly get naughty. He was nowhere to be found on the first floor of the house. Then I noticed that the basement lights were on. I tiptoed down, careful not to make the wood creak underneath my feet, curious to see who was downstairs. I imagined it was Nick but since it could also be an intruder, I held the phone with my finger ready to press the emergency button. What I found surprised and delighted me.

Nick was naked on the washer.

 “What the fuck...” I started to say.

He froze. He had his cock in his hand and was wearing my cotton panty around his face, like a mask, the dirty gusset directly over his nose. He jumped off the washer, his cock still in hand.

“I was missing you...”

 I didn’t know whether to squeal or laugh at the sight of him, naked with an erect cock in his hand and my panties on his face.

“You’ve been bad and you’re a freak,” I teased.

 “Are you going to punish me?”

“How do you mean?” I asked, then realized what he was implying. “Oh yes, I am going to punish you severely.”

He stood there, still holding his cock, aroused and waiting for me to dole some kind of punishment out to him. My panties hung around his neck. I was excited.

I wasn’t experienced in dominance or submission, but I sure wanted to be in control of things sometimes. I also had been dreaming lately about role play, so this was a perfect opportunity for me to act out a few fantasies.

“Sit on the stairs.” I commanded, pushing him towards the staircase a few feet away.

He sat there with a grin on his face.

“Wipe off that grin.”

He did his best to appear sober.

I lifted my foot to his chest and stepped on him until his back was uncomfortably resting against the staircase. With my hand on the basement wall for support, I moved my foot to his stomach and nudged his hand off his dick. My toe flicked the soft head of his shaft. His reaction was instantaneous, like I had just touched an exposed nerve.

“Do you want me?” I asked. I could feel the pulse of blood in his groin, turning me on.

“Yes, Jena. You know I want you so much.”

He clasped the edge of the stair, his breathing shallow and rapid. I bent and took his cock in my hand, rubbing him up and down. I took my time, and I noticed he was getting close to climax, but my hands were getting tired.

“No! Jena, why’d you stop?!”

“My hands got tired,” I laughed. “And I don’t know if I’m doing this Dom thing right.”

“I’m having fun. Who cares if you’re doing it right as long as you’re having fun?” Nick asked, grabbing me by the ass. “Come here, you bad girl.”

He lifted my sleeping shirt over my head. I was wearing a practical nude bra and panties with knee high black stockings. Yes, I sleep in knee high stocking because my legs tend to get cold at night. I took my panties off his neck.

 “Let’s turn the washer on, Nick. And I can give you a fresh pair of panties if you’d like.”

Nick scrambled towards the washer, turned it on, and lifted me onto the humming machine. The vibration on my ass sent shivers down my entire body, heightening my desire for him. Nick pulled my already-wet panties off me.

“A fresh pair,” he said as he dropped my panties into the pile of clothes on the floor.

I teased him relentlessly; my legs spread open, my hands on his cock.

“You’re so hot,” he swore under his breath.

He was standing between my legs, his cock pointing straight at me. He pulled me by my ass and brought me to the edge of the machine, directly in front of his cock. I spread my legs further apart and pushed closer to him.

“Now, Nick. Now,” I said, throwing my hands over his neck and kissing him deeply.

He returned the kiss, his tongue seeking and finding mine with fervor. I needed him right then. He understood my desire and broke off our kiss to find the slit of my pussy. With his fingers, he massaged my folds until he found the opening, and in one shove, the entire length of his cock was in me.

“Fucking tight, Jena. So tight, little sister.”

He slowly thrust into me, his hips gyrating against mine. His hands held my back and pushed me into him. Between the hum of the machine and the force of his thrusts, I was ecstatic. He kept pounding me, his breath quickening by the second. I was moaning in pleasure, my hands grabbing every bit of him that I could. My fingernails were digging into his back and he seemed to enjoy it. He held both of my breasts, squeezing them as his dick glided smoothly in and out of me, igniting every nerve in my body. At the moment I could no longer handle the immense pleasure and was ready to explode, my pussy started contracting against his cock. That seemed to send him into overdrive; he started yelling my name. My pussy kept sucking him in, tighter and tighter.