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moment I’d dreamed of for so long was actually about to happen. I positioned myself over her, my arms holding me up. Slowly and surely, I pushed an inch of my cock into her slit.
    I pushed all the way in, penetrating her completely. She continued staring into my eyes. Every time I pulled out and thrust in again, she arched her back and pushed toward me. We soon found the perfect rhythm. After a moment or two, I stopped and moved my arms so her legs were lifted up, giving me even easier access to her tight, wet hole.
    She pinched my nipples – hard – which cause me to start pounding her pussy faster. The look of lust and pleasure on her face was priceless. I still wasn’t sure why she had allowed me to kiss her or take it farther, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was the friction building up as my smooth shaft slid in and out of her. I changed my stroke angle slightly after every few thrusts, enjoying every flexible curve.
    “Fuck. That feels good,” she gasped.
    “You’re so fucking tight,” I said, hoping she took it as a compliment.
    To be honest, I didn’t care at that particular point in space and time. The only thing I had on my mind was fucking her until I came deep inside her. The thought of shooting my load into her pussy pushed me over the edge. I slowed down to try to stop myself from coming, but my orgasm flashed through my mind. As my cock squirted, I grunted, thrusting into her one last time.
    When I stopped coming, I looked down at her face. Fuck. She hasn’t come yet, I thought. She smiled at me as if it didn’t matter to her. I was still so turned on, I pulled out of her and slid down her body. Before she could say anything, I licked her wet, sloppy lips, tasting my juices and hers. As I licked and kissed her pink, fleshy folds, she moaned in pleasure.
    I had never eaten out my own creampie before, but it wasn’t half bad. Her ecstatic screams made it that much better. She thrust her hips up, getting closer to coming, so I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and wiggled them up and down as I slid them in and out. This caused her to start breathing even faster as she moaned and groaned.
    My tongue slid over her clitoris, massaging it, as I finger fucked her. I felt her hands on my head, pressing me closer. When she came, her pussy clenched around my fingers. I lifted my head and looked up at her face between her heaving breasts. She smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. I crawled up beside her and laid down on my back.
    Neither of us talked as we enjoyed the afterglow. I had the taste of our juices in my mouth, but I didn’t care. None of the women I’d ever fucked in my life had made me feel half as good as fucking my stepsister. It was because deep down I loved her. And from what I could tell, she loved me too. When she got up to leave, I sat up in bed.
    “Where are you going?” I asked.
    “This was just one time lust,” she said, gathering her clothes from the floor.
    “No.”
    I stood up.
    “Excuse me?”
    “I want more.”
    I kissed her. She didn’t resist. We made love again that night. After finishing and cleaning up, we slept next to each other in my bed. My roommates would give me shit in the morning, but I didn’t care. After so many years, I finally slept like a baby. I was content with a twinge of happiness, the best way to be most of the time.
     

 
     
     
    Laura
     
     
     
    My stepbrother got me pregnant. And it made me the happiest woman alive. Love was more precious than all the money in the world. Even better – our son Chaz. During the pregnancy, I spent many hours in the stands watching Lance play soccer. While he didn’t need the scholarship anymore, he wanted to play.
    When I saw him on the field running around and kicking a ball, I smiled. He was insistent on finishing college. All my money meant nothing to him, which was strange to me. So many men only wanted to fuck me for one reason – my wealth. From our very first sexual encounter, Lance had