Stepbrother: Impossible (Steamy Step Taboo Romance) Read Free

hold my legs to my chest, and began to investigate my pussy in much closer detail, with both his fingers and his tongue.
    'I want to watch you pee', he said randomly. 'I want to see it come out of your pussy hole.'
    'It doesn't come out of my pussy hole', I said, correcting him. 'It comes out of here.'
    I pointed to it, and I could tell he was impressed at how intimate I was with my own anatomy. How easily I moved around it.
    'Show me your clit', he said, so I widened my legs and pulled back my clitoral hood to show him my swollen and sensitive nub. He tried to lick it but I had to push his head away, because the intensity was too much. I showed him how to move around it with his tongue and his fingers, and how I liked to be pleasured. He caught on straight away, and after a while, with his tongue nudging my swollen nub, and his middle finger sliding cautiously in and out of my pussy hole, I could feel the familiar sensations of an orgasm already building.
    'This is incredible', he said. 'I love your pussy.'
    'I thought you might', I said. 'It loves you too. I think your cock would fit perfectly inside me.'
    'Do you want me to try?' Sam said.
    'In a moment', I assured him. 'I love what you are doing.'
    'Show me your tits', he said, 'I want to see them too.'
    'Ok', I agreed.
    I lifted my T-shirt over my head, and undid my bra.
    'Wow', Sam said again. 'You're perfect.'
    He reached up, squeezed both of my breasts and pulled my nipples erect.
    'Gently', I said, his fingers a little too eager to please me.
    'Sorry', he said, apologising. 'I love them.'
    'Fuck me Sam', I said urgently. 'I want your cock. Slide it into me slowly.'
    'I might come real quick', Sam said. 'I'm so horny.'
    'Me too', I said, reassuring him, unsure of how much longer I would last too.
    'Should I wear a condom?' he asked me.
    'No', I said. 'I want to feel it for real, I've dreamt about it for long enough.'
    We went to my bed, and Sam put me on my back. I lifted my legs up to my chest and held my pussy hole open for him as best as I could. Sam was so horny, he was having trouble concentrating, so I took hold of his cock for him and began to guide it to my tight little sex. It felt good being in control, so I took the opportunity to rub his cock into my clit and up and down my gash before placing it at the entrance to my pussy. When it was there, I relaxed myself, and stretched my legs a little further open. Sam put his hands on my ass as I had asked, and he held them open so my hole widened as much as it could.
    'Push Sam', I said, and he pushed.
    When his cock popped into me with nothing but a wet slurping sound and little other fuss, I was a little surprised, expecting it to take much longer than that for him to penetrate me. It was either that I was super-horny, or that it was just meant to be. Either way, neither of us were complaining. I had dreamt about sex with Sam for so long, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of the sensation that was sweeping over me. I had never felt anything this good, nor imagined how good it could actually be. It was as though everything it my life had been leading up to this point, and nothing from this point on would be the same. It was breathtaking, incredible, and still leaves me to this day, lost for words how to describe it to do it justice. It was, as I was, the closest thing I could describe as being a miracle. If I was a miracle baby, Sam was my miracle boy, brought to me by a million to one chance, my sex toy, my lover.
    'I am no longer a virgin', I said to Sam, between swallowing, peaking breaths.
    He had pushed himself as far as he could inside me, drawn himself almost entirely out again, and was on the second thrust.
    'Nor am I', he said, and we both giggled as much as our oncoming orgasms would allow us.
    'Why have we never done this before?' I said. 'This feels incredible.'
    'Well now that we have', Sam said, the words punctuated by deep breaths of concentration, 'we aren't going to stop.'
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