Step-By-Step(47)

“It’s so good. So tight.” His voice sounded strained. “Oooohhh…God…”

He sank in all the way and shuddered, filling her anal cavity with his salty spunk. His head was tilted back, and his mouth was open, while he gasped with pleasure. Mesmerized, I watched as his cock fell free, leaving behind a clotted mess of semen, which began to drip out of her ass. Stephen touched her rim, inserting a finger into the wet, squishy wetness. Klara groaned and let him work her over for a good minute.

“I love anal sex,” she purred. “Your stepfather is very nice. You’re a lucky girl.”

I smiled at Stephen, feeling a rush of warmth. “I am.”

We left Klara after showering, promising to meet again tomorrow. Hand in hand, Stephen and I strolled through the resort towards our room. Strange insects bleated noisily, hidden in the foliage, and the sound of the water nearby was romantic and calming.

“Tonight was wild,” I said.

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

I smiled at him. “You liked doing that to her.”

“I did.” His look was sheepish. “It’s nice.”

“Maybe you can do it to me sometime.”

His eyes softened. “I’d love that.”

I giggled, “I bet.”

His smile fell. “We gotta be careful. Your mom would be pissed if she found out.”

“I know. I won’t say anything. I swear.”

“Are you okay with this?”

I shrugged. “Sure.”

“It’s risky. I…feel a little guilty.”

“Me too.” I had to know the answer to a burning question. “When did you know you liked me? Was it on this vacation or before?”

He sighed. “Before.”

“Oh.”

“You’ve been flirting with me, Emma. It’s been subtle, but I’ve picked up on it.” He shot me a glance. “I’m not blaming you, cause I’m the adult and I should know better, but…I’m weak where you’re concerned. You’re hard to resist.”

“I like you weak. You’re more fun that way.”

He pulled me to him. “Let’s be careful, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love your mom. I love you. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt Beth.”

“Me either.”

His mouth was on my neck, kissing gently. “You’re the sweetest Christmas present I ever had.”

“Oh, my God! Is it Christmas?”

“In two days.”

My shoulders dropped with relief. “I have to get mom something.”

“We’ll go into town tomorrow.”

Renewed with energy, I skipped ahead. “I hope she’s feeling better. Let’s see if she wants ice cream.”

Stephen caught up. “I’d love some.”

I grinned into his appealing expression, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Me too.”





The Perfect Gift, Part II




By Nadia Nightside



© Copyright 2013, Nadia Nightside, All Rights Reserved



“Hello? Is anybody home?”

I hear my stepbrother’s voice resounding through the hallways of the house. Immediately, I get up from my spot where I’ve been waiting patiently—watching the wall while sitting on my bed and softly fingering my pussy—since I woke up and finished getting dressed early this morning, eight hours ago.

It’s important to obey orders. I always do. Daddy made sure that I did.

“Hello, Chris!” I call down. “I’m coming down now!”

My voice is cheerful and alert. It’s so important to let a man know he’s important and wonderful by being happy and active when he’s nearby.

I’m so very excited Chris is finally home from college.

Chris has always had a little trouble fitting in with others. He’s a genius, or near that, with computers—he’s been programming since he was ten, and when he turned eighteen he got a full ride at a prestigious technological university for some program he made up for optimizing search engines or something like that.

I’m not too sure about the specifics—all that knowledge is really just for big strong smart men, anyway. Chris had been headhunted by a few corporations, but Daddy insisted that he go to college.

I stand up in my room, stretching just a bit, my youthful, perky big breasts stretching out against the tight white fabric of my dress. Little trails of pussy juice slide down my deliciously tanned legs, completely uncovered by my short dress.

I’m a gorgeous eighteen year-old hottie, so wearing tight hot dresses just comes completely naturally to me. My body is lusciously toned—I do yoga for four hours a day when I’m not being blissfully drilled by my big, strong MasterDaddy—and so my stomach is tight, my ass firm, and my arms lean and hot. My back ripples with tight, soft flesh, every part of me made for displaying. My hair is blonde and long, floating down toward my ass in straight golden strands, and my big blue eyes have a comfortable, hot emptiness to them.