Stepsister's Sleepover Pt. 03

Sorry it's been forever since I posted the first 2 parts. Life, you know?

A few people said that the previous parts of this story were too short, so this is much longer.

Part 4 (the final part, probably) is coming along nicely and should be published some time before 2024.

I read a story on here recently where in the introduction the author said "This is set in England, sorry if that offends anyone." Which amused me, and I'd like to echo that warning and apology.

All characters are at least 18 years old and you should not be reading this unless you yourself are at least 18 years old.

Hope you enjoy.

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How do you go back to normal after your stepsister has sucked your cock?

It was a few weeks since my stepsister had given me a blowjob and every time I looked at Chrissy I imagined her lips around my shaft, or the way she'd looked after swallowing my cum, or the bliss on her face after I got her off.

Hiding my erection had become a full time job. I think she knew it too, and I think she was thinking the same thing, occasionally I would catch her looking at the bulge in my trousers or staring off into space in a day dream. At night I would lie awake thinking of her while I jerked off, imagining that she was in my bed with me, so that we could kiss and touch and maybe more. Once or twice I tried to stop thinking about Chrissy so I looked at pictures of an ex of mine, Stacy, jacking off as I remembered the times we'd made love but as I neared my orgasm Stacy's face turned into Chrissy's and I came to the mental image of fucking my step-sister. That night I fell asleep feeling a mixture of shame and desire.

I also found myself wondering if that was it, just one morning of need, of lust, or if there was something more going on between us. Obviously I was fast becoming infatuated with her, but were her glances simply glances, or did she feel the way I did? Did she want more to happen? Our parents, thankfully, seemed quite unaware that anything had happened between us. After all, what parent would suspect their children of being intimate with one another?

One evening I was coming home from a night out with friends, I hadn't had much to drink because I had to start work early the next day so I was feeling just the right side of tipsy, enjoying the cool April air.

As I opened the front door I could see that the TV was on and that Chrissy was lying on the sofa wearing a white crop top and some denim shorts. For a moment I stood admiring her, her slim frame, her messy blonde ponytail, the way her clothes hugged her body. It brought a smile to my face just thinking about how cute she was.

I called out to her and she waved vaguely at me. I retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and went to join her on the sofa.

"Budge up", I instructed, tapping her foot. Chrissy sighed dramatically and lifted her legs so that I could sit down and then dropped her feet into my lap.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked, not looking away from the TV.

"Yeah, it was alright." I answered, and then I gestured at the TV, "What's this?"

"Princess Diaries 2."

I rolled my eyes.

Chrissy laughed, as though she knew what my response would be even without seeing my face.

"Hey, it's a classic."

"I'm pretty sure you're the only person who thinks that."

Chrissy shrugged and changed the topic.

"I thought you'd score tonight. I didn't expect you home so early."

"Nah. Didn't feel like it. Besides, I can't leave my stepsister home alone for too long, she might accidentally burn the house down."

Our parents had also gone out for the night to some fancy restaurant.

At that Chrissy finally turned to look at me and pulled a face. "Checking up on me? I'll have you know that I am responsible and sensible."

"If you say so. I seem to recall you leaving the bath tap on too long and flooding the bathroom 2 days before Christmas."

"Honestly!" Chrissy exclaimed. "I make one small mistake and nobody lets me forget it."

Every time she had run a bath since then her mother would supervise to make sure there were no more mishaps.

"Anyway," I changed the subject, "why the interest in my sex life?"

"I dunno," she shrugged, "You usually hookup on a night out is all."

She waited until I brought the water bottle to my lips to take a sip and then continued: "You're such a man-whore."

I snorted, spluttered, and coughed as the water went down the wrong way.

"You take that back." I gasped, Chrissy simply stuck her tongue out in reply.

After I had recovered I tried to think of something to say to get back at her.

"The way I look at it, I have enough sex to make up for the lack of it in the rest of the family. Mum and dad don't have much sex, I know because the walls of this house are quite thin so you'd be able to hear them going at it-"

"Gross."

"... And we both know you're not getting any."

Chrissy's face turned sombre and I knew I'd hit a nerve.

"It's different for girls." She muttered.

"I know", I said quickly, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just kidding."

"Like, if you have sex with a load of girls everyone thinks you're cool, but if I went out and hooked up with a guy who can't keep his mouth shut then suddenly it's 'Oh Chrissy's well easy, just get a few drinks in her and then she puts out,'" Chrissy sighed and shook her head, "I'm just waiting for someone I trust. That's why I was excited to suck your cock a few weeks ago. I mean, you're not likely to go bragging to all your friends."

I frowned, trying to think through her words.

"That almost makes sense," I said.

"Don't sound so surprised," Chrissy shot back.

We lapsed into silence after that and she turned back to the TV, I wasn't watching but I didn't particularly want to go to bed either. After a few minutes I started mindlessly stroking her legs and she didn't object. I could feel myself getting hard and smiled at the idea that just touching her smooth skin could get me going like some horny teenager. Chrissy sat up and I stopped but she just shuffled closer to me so that she was all but sitting on my lap, with her legs dangling off the sofa.

"That doesn't look comfortable," I observed.

"Shhh." She replied, and laid her head on my shoulder, her face buried in my neck.

"Now you're not even watching the TV."

"Sshhhhh." Chrissy reached out and grabbed my hand that had been massaging her lower leg and brought it to rest on her thigh, and let out a contented sigh.

We sat like that for a while before I heard the soft snoring that told me she had dropped off to sleep.

I must have fallen asleep too because a while later I started awake to see the end credits of 'Princess Diaries 2' scrolling down the TV.

I squeezed Chrissy's knee and whispered, "hey, wakey wakey sleepyhead."

She murmured in protest but opened her eyes and yawned.

"That was a good movie." She declared, making me laugh out loud.

"You were asleep for the end of it."

"I know, but still. Oh, my butt's gone to sleep, let me move around," and she climbed onto my lap so that she was straddling me, I let my hands rest on her hips and we stared silently at each other, she licked her lips and then slowly leaned in to kiss me, her lips felt soft against mine and the smell of her perfume was intoxicating, she smelt of roses.

I made myself pull away from her.

"Mum and dad could be back any minute," I hissed.

"I hope not." she replied and she kissed me again, I kissed her back, our mouths opening and our tongues meeting as I grabbed her arse and squeezed her cheeks.

Chrissy broke our kiss and looked at me.

"I wondered how you felt about what happened after Jenny left. I mean, I guessed you had fond memories of it because you seem to get a hard-on every time you look at me now."

"Yeah, I saw you looking a few times."

She grinned.

"Hard not to."

And then we were kissing again, I moved my arms around her waist and pulled her tight to me as she moaned into my mouth, savouring the feel of her soft lips, I pulled back and bent down, planting soft kisses on her jaw, then on her neck before sucking the skin of her throat.

"Fuck," Chrissy moaned, "that feels so good but please stop, I don't know how I'd explain a hickey to mum."

I grinned up at her and returned to kissing her soft lips, our make-out session accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing and quiet moaning.

Suddenly we heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

"Crap!" Chrissy exclaimed and she jumped up and raced upstairs, I could hear her bedroom door close at the same time as I heard the car doors close outside.

Dad opened the door and smiled as he saw me sitting on the sofa, "Hey Jeff, did you have a nice evening?"

"Yes thanks dad," I replied. "How about you?"

"Yes it was lovely thank you."

"Jeff dear, is your sister in?" my stepmother asked as she followed my father into the house and shut the door behind her.

"Yeah, she never went out, she's gone up to bed already, too cool to hang out with me."

Dad laughed and my stepmother made a sympathetic noise.

"Do you want a drink? We're going to have a nightcap."

"No thanks, I was just about to go to bed. 'Night." I replied

"Goodnight!" They chorused back and I headed up the stairs to my room.

A few weeks later it was a Saturday morning and I was washing up my breakfast things when Chrissy came bouncing into the kitchen, "Good morning!" she said, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me.

"Good morning to you too, you're very chipper this morning."

"Well, it's the best day of the week."

She bounced over to the kitchen table where our parents were having breakfast and gave each of them an enthusiastic hug before sitting down and pouring herself a bowl of cornflakes.

"So Dad, you know how I'm your favourite child?" Chrissy began, I turned and gave her a look that said 'really???' but she didn't notice because she was looking at Dad with the puppy-dog eyes that meant she was about to ask for something extravagant.

Dad had just raised his cup of coffee to his lips and he paused, giving her a wary look before replying, "Why do I get the feeling I'm about to spend a lot of money?"

"No! It's not that! Well, not a lot of money... I just wondered if we could have a party here to celebrate the end of the exams in June. It'd be just a few friends."

Our father was wearing a sceptical expression.

"Just a few friends? How many are we talking about?"

"Um," Chrissy replied, "10 or so? But then they might bring their friends, who might bring their friends..."

"So the whole year group?"

"Please dad? Please?"

"I will think about it. When is your last exam anyway? We might want to celebrate as a family..."

"June 17th," said Chrissy, "It's a Friday."

Dad consulted the calendar on his phone and then said "Oh."

"Let me guess, you've got a very important trip to Timbuktu that week?" Chrissy replied with mock exasperation.

"Hong Kong, sorry missy."

She made a disgusted face at his pet-name for her. Dad switched his gaze to my stepmother who had been watching the conversation with an amused expression.

"Maggie?"

She shook her head, "I've got to go to Berlin and meet some designers that weekend, I'll be leaving on the Wednesday."

"You live such glamorous lives." Chrissy sighed.

"Yes," said my dad, "if you call spending hours in awful airports 'glamorous'."

"Well, why do I even need one of you here? I'm an adult, you can trust me to be sensible."

My dad made a sceptical face again but my stepmother spoke up before he had the chance.

"We do trust you dear, but we don't know every single one of your friends or their friends and we wouldn't want the party to get out of hands. And you're quite right, you are an adult, but I think you need an adultier adult, as I believed the kids say nowadays."

"Millennials say that," Chrissy muttered, "we don't say that."

Her mother shrugged, obviously uninvested in the minutiae of intergenerational rivalry.

Chrissy began to pout and I sighed deeply before speaking up.

"I'll be here, I could be the responsible adult." Chrissy opened her mouth to issue a retort but I cut her off, "if you say 'that'll be a first' I'll change my mind."

And she closed her mouth faster than a mouse-trap, making our parents laugh.

"OK," said Dad, "But if anything gets broken Chrissy, you're paying for it."

Chrissy nodded meekly in response and the conversation ended so I went upstairs to my room and laid on my bed -- I didn't work on weekends and I liked to laze about for most of a Saturday.

About 15 minutes later there was a knock on my door and, after I called out that it was OK to come in, Chrissy opened the door.

"Hey," she said, "I thought I should knock in case you were masturbating."

I shook my head.

"I lock the door if I'm wanking off."

"Good to know." And then she turned back around and locked the door.

"What's that for?" I asked.

Chrissy did not reply but walked over and climbed onto the bed beside me.

"Thanks," she said, "for rescuing me back there."

"No problem."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead." I replied.

She laid her head on my chest. I hooked my arm around her head and ran my fingers through her hair, waiting for her to speak.

After a few moments she said "will you have sex with me?"

I wasn't sure what I was expecting but it wasn't that.

"where on earth did that come from?"

I felt her shrug and then she wriggled to get comfortable.

"I dunno," she replied, "It's like I was saying the other week, I'm waiting for someone I trust, and you're not going to go bragging about it, so I trust you, so you're my first choice."

"Oh, you make it sound so calculated, how romantic." I teased.

"Shut up." she mumbled and then she hit me.

"Oof," I gasped, "Is that how you flirt normally? Hitting guys?"

"No, only annoying older stepbrothers who tease me when I'm trying to be serious."

We lapsed into silence as I considered the idea, it certainly would be going much further than we'd gone up to that point, the part of my brain that thought this was a bad idea was warring with the part of my brain that had fantasised about fucking my stepsister.

What did she see in me, I wondered. Sure, I was quite attractive, well built without being ripped. An ex had once told me my dark brown eyes made me look "wise and kind" to use her words. And I was tall, being just over 6 feet is always a hit with the ladies.

"It's OK if you don't want to," Chrissy spoke up and I realised that she was waiting for an answer "If you think it'd be too weird or too much or whatever that's OK."

I rolled onto my side and she squirmed up the bed so that we were facing each other, our faces only a few centimetres apart and I gazed into her eyes.

"Are you serious about this?" I asked.

She simply nodded.

I leaned and kissed her, we lay there making out, running our hands over each other's bodies, drinking in the feel of each other, before I spoke.

"Then OK."

"Thank you", she whispered.

We kissed again, our lips parting and our tongues meeting. I pushed my hand up under her shirt and squeezed her breast beneath her bra. Her thigh was rubbing against my cock and I was getting hard.

I pulled back from her.

"I don't have any condoms..." I said.

Chrissy rolled her eyes at me.

"You arse," she said exasperatedly. "I didn't mean now."

I grinned at her.

"Anyway," she continued, "we'll have to wait for mum and dad to be out."

I kissed her gently.

"So," I said, "After your exams?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

I rolled onto my back and she moved with me, her arm draped across my chest, her head nestled in the crook of my neck, my arm around her waist and that was how we stayed, hugging for a while.

In fact Chrissy didn't move a muscle for some time so I began to wonder if she'd fallen asleep before her mother's voice called loudly up the stairs.

"Chrissy! Come down and help me with the cleaning."

"Ugh," Chrissy grumbled as she roused herself, "Why do I always have to help with the housework? This is so unfair."

And then my father's voice sounded.

"And Jeff, if you're just going to laze around all day you can come and help me with the gardening!"

"Oh great," I groaned, "He probably wants me to help tame the bramble on the back fence."

I looked at Chrissy.

"Swap you?" I asked.

"Ha, not on your life."

Chrissy and I didn't spend much time together leading up to her exams, which was understandable -- she wanted to study. I, at least, was still wary of our parents getting suspicious. Thankfully Chrissy and I had always got on quite well so spending some time together was nothing out of the ordinary but I was worried that if we started hanging out every day our parents might think something was up. Though in retrospect I was probably being paranoid.

A week before Chrissy's exams were due to start and one evening I was sitting in the sitting room waiting for dad to finish cooking dinner, I had offered to help but he shooed me away with a comment about not wanting to have to call the fire brigade.

Chrissy wandered down the stairs and popped her head into the kitchen. I couldn't help checking her out, her arse looked fantastic in skin tight jeans though her torso was hidden behind a baggy hoodie.

"What's for dinner?" Chrissy asked my dad.

"Meatballs." Was his response.

"Oh! That's my favourite!" She gave him a dazzling smile.

"I know."

Chrissy leant over and kissed him on the cheek then pranced past me to one of the comfy chairs.

As she passed me I swatted her arm and mouthed at her.

"Suck-up."

Chrissy stuck two fingers up at me and I snorted.

When she had sat down she cleared her throat.

"Jeff..." she began in a tone that announced she was about to ask something unreasonable, "could you do me a favour?"

"What?"

"Could you buy the drinks for the party?"

I frowned at her, "But you're an adult, you can buy your own alcohol."

Chrissy made puppy eyes at me.

"But I have to study, don't you want me to do well? And we need a lot of stuff and I know you guys like to show how strong you are and you've got a car. Please?"

I said nothing so she tried again, pouting as she said; "Pleeeeaaase???"

"Oh alright." I replied, and shook my head at the dumb expression on her face. "You know you look silly like that?"

She squealed and jumped up and hugged me. "Thanks! We'll need beer and vodka and whisky and jaegermeister and WKD and some mixers and something non-alcoholic I guess. And snacks."

She jumped off me and bounded back to her seat.

"And who exactly is paying for this?"

Chrissy thrust her arm in the air and, with a flourish, pointed towards the kitchen.

"My darling step-father. I think he feels guilty about not being here for the end of my school life. Some might say he's spoiling me but I am his favourite child..."

"Are not."

"Are too."

I scrolled up a used envelope that lay on the coffee table and threw it at her, hitting her in the head with it.

"Ow!" Chrissy cried, beyond all proportion.

At that moment my dad stuck his head round the kitchen doorway.

"What's going on in there?" He asked.

"Jeff's bullying me!" Chrissy replied.

Dad shook his head.

"Children, children. Do try to act like adults."

I stuck out my tongue in a stunningly accurate imitation of Chrissy and she responded by sticking out her tongue at me.

"Oh yes," said my dad with just a hint of sarcasm, "that's much better."

And then he disappeared from view and went back to the cooking.

Chrissy and I stopped pulling faces at each other and I brought up the shopping for the party once more.

"Just make a list and I'll get it after work one day."