Swinging Steps

Story Description: Incestuous stepsiblings become enmeshed in their parent's odd swinger lifestyle.

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Jerking Off to Mom

Ramon tossed to his side and pressed an ear to the mattress. Blanketing a pillow over the other, he gritted his teeth and groaned.

Reverberant sounds blast from the ceiling vent like a megaphone.

Hearing his stepfather grunt as another man's wife sucked him along with the vociferous noise of his mom slobbering on another man's dick, he surrendered.

Throwing the pillow to the end of the bed, he grumbled, "You promised."

He heard his mom sensually moaning, "Ummm," as she salivated on a prick.

"Damn it," he growled and rose from the bed.

Shuffling to the edge to plant his feet on the floor, he stood and adjusted the hardon tenting his boxers.

"This has to stop," he mumbled while exiting his bedroom.

Dropping the waistband of his shorts and wedging it under his balls, he grasped his shank and strolled down the hall.

Peeking into the living room to observe his parents engaging in a tryst with an attractive couple, he narrowed his gaze and arrowed it at his mom's bobbing head.

He stroked his cock to match her bouncing rhythm.

"Yuck, you're jerking to your mom," a feminine voice said from a distance behind him.

Startled by that accusation, he fumbled to stuff his erection back into his shorts.

Scrambling back from the hallway entrance, he turned to confront his stepsister. He rasped out a whisper, "Marisa, what the fuck? You're supposed to be sleeping."

Holding her response, she pounced past him to peer into the living room.

Hastily turning back to face her stepbrother, she threw a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle and briskly walked back to him.

Standing an arm-length away, she unwarily gawked the arching bridge pressing against the material of his boxers.

Ramon quickly turned his back to her and mumbled, "Damn it, go back to bed."

Amused by his comical composure, she quietly replied, "Who can sleep with that going on. Dad needs to fix those air vents. They broke their promise not to swing at home."

"Obviously," he said.

Marisa placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's awkward talking to your back. I'm not going to tease you, turn around. Does she know?"

Placing both hands down to hide his erection, he turned to face her and replied, "Who? Know what?"

Cocking her head while impishly beaming, she said, "Don't be sheepish. That's also obvious. This isn't the first time I caught you lurking."

"You've been spying on me?" he retorted.

"Yes, from behind. I was being polite to avoid embarrassing you."

"And what's changed?"

"My curiosity."

"About what?"

"I've never actually watched a guy do it in front of me."

"You can't be serious. You want to stare at me while I jerk it?"

Observing his glare and the odd tilt of his head, Marisa exclaimed, "Each time I saw you, I was tempted to peek. Oddly, I'm now obsessed with the idea."

Astonished by her confession, Ramon glared at her in stunned silence. The faint cry of his mother bantering out, "My pussy's so wet," hardened his dick and made it twitch.

Marisa gazed at his discomfort and smiled. She then said, "There's nothing to be ashamed about. You're not weird, you're just a man. I can tell you're dying to touch it and I'm not going anywhere."

He replied, "The idea of choking it in front of you is awkward and frankly, that's what's bizarre."

"I'm not going to laugh, and I won't tell anyone."

The flat line of Ramon's lips suddenly upturned into a broad grin.

Unnerved by the change of his demeanor, she stuttered, "W—Wh—Why are you looking at me that way?"

Ramon teased, "If I show you mine, give me a peek at yours. That seems fair."

Marisa quickly cut-off an abrupt burst of laughter by throwing a hand over her mouth. Her amused eyes glare at him. Dropping her hand, she replied, "You can't be serious. We're both 23-year old adults and that sounded juvenile. You want me to masturbate with you? Yeah, it sounds funny when you say it."

He then winked and replied, "Coming from a sister that's obsessed with watching her brother play with himself."

The statement made her feel pervy. Ashamed, she turned her gaze to the floor and said, "I'm sorry. Hearing them have sex, well, I'm not much different from you. I should go back to my room."

No longer uncomfortable at the prospect of displaying himself, he removed his hands from his tented boxers and bridged one arm to her shoulder. He said, "You can watch. You don't have to do anything. Yes, I jerk off to my mom. Watching her behave like a whore arouses me. I can't help it. We all have quirks and fetishes."

Marisa heard her father grunting along with sounds of sex. The urge to touch herself motived her to say, "I'll do it, but we keep our mouths shut. Okay?"

Ramon nodded and gave her a pleasant smile and then replied, "Agreed. No big deal. We do the deed and then go to bed."

He dropped the hem of his boxers down to his thighs.

Marisa panted the instant his tubular shank bounced into view.

Palming the shaft of his dick, he whispered, "Ah—you can show me yours now."

Marisa meekly nodded her head while her analytical eyes gawked the bulbous purple knob of her stepbrother's penis. Going through the motions with her thoughts in the gutter, she hastily slipped her pajama pants and panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

Bemused by her action, he said, "You're taking your bottom off?"

Stealthily slurping drool back into her open mouth, she abruptly closed it and shifted her gaze to his face. She then replied, "Ah, yeah, well, it's constricting, and I want to open my legs. I can't pop a dick out like you. You wanted a peek, so I'm complying. Since I removed my bottom, take off yours."

Mischievously beaming, he said, "If we're going that far, might as well get naked."

Literally tingling at the notion of that outrageous idea, she unwisely teased the fleshy hood covering her clit without conscious thought her action. Her mouth immediately crimped to muffle an impetuous moan. Wide-eyed, she looked at her brother to see if he noticed.

Feeling a trickle of moisture beading along her slit, she quickly pressed her thighs and clasped the bottom edge of her blouse and thrust the front downward.

"What are you doing?" Ramon said.

She glared at him.

He raised an eyebrow.

She finally replied, "I'll only take my top off on one condition. No ogling my boobs, I'm your sister."

"Stepsister," he corrected.

"Don't remind me, it's still perverse."

Without waiting for him to respond, Marisa began pulling off her top.

Ramon's mouth gaped.

The unveiling was like a slow-motion event he'd see on TV when a woman at the beach removed her top. Like pale balloons filled with water they bounced and rebounded as if they were tethered to rubber bands that were anchored at her shoulders. Her short ginger hued hair flailed about like a halo as she sluggishly shook her head.

Releasing her pajama top on the floor, she turned to look at her stepbrother's goggling stare and growled, "What the fuck, you just licked your lips."

She lunged.

Ramon's protracted temporal gaze abruptly ended the instant she hit him with a time-advancing punch to his shoulder.

He tilted his stare at her red face and blabbered, "What did you expect? It's the first time I've seen you naked—and you're hot."

"I said no drooling looks. That's was a lusty expression with a tongue. You can pull it off the floor now," she replied as her gaze locked on his wobbling cock that was pointed her direction

Catching her eye's fixated on the tip, Ramon inwardly chuckled and then lightly coughed to get her attention.

Marisa slowly looked up and muttered, "Ah—"

He replied, "Yeah, no drooling looks, sounds appropriate."

Frustrated, she bounced her foot from one to the other causing her knockers to sway and quickly injected, "Okay, you can gawk at boobs, but you keep your dick pointed at your mom. You're not jerking off to me. We're just masturbating voyeurs. Agreed?"

"Sure," he replied with a downward glimpse that caught her unwarily fingering herself.

Sexually flustered and eager to get their business started, Marisa abruptly turned from him and strolled to the hallway entrance. The image of her stepbrother's hard penis with the arched head pointed her direction was now imprinted in her mind and she had difficulty concentrating on the action in the living room. Covertly, she plunged a digit and slithered the sticky wetness along her slit and mumbled to herself, "This is so wrong."

Zealous to be as equally naughty, Ramon joined her at the entrance of the hallway. Staring out from that shady alcove, he immediately locked his gaze on his mother as she straddled a big dick. Stroking the shaft in sequence to match every squatting thrust of his mother's downward action, he forgot all about the young woman next to him.

Horny and delirious, Marisa entire focus was now a frigid gape locked her stepbrother's cock. Absorbed in a fantasy, she frenziedly fingered herself with one hand while the other clasped a boob. Opening her mouth to a circumference that was equivalent to his girth, she visualized the head of her stepbrother's dick going in it.

Contrary to his sister's fixation, Ramon was enraptured by his mother's ever-shifting sexual exploits. He yanked himself with faster strokes.

He didn't budge when his mom was suddenly tossed over the top of the sofa with her head facing him.

She dreamily stared in his direction while slithering a long tongue across her bottom lip.

She grunted with every thrust as the stranger pounded her from behind.

Ramon watched in awe as she raised her plump breasts and plopped them over the top edge of the sofa. It was as if she intentionally displayed them with their chunky nipples pointed towards him.

Gathering excessive saliva, Ramon gulped while rolling his own tongue around in his mouth.

As the man fucked his mom roughly, her wistful eyes rolled up and she bantered, "Yes, yes, yes... Harder!"

Ramon jolted as his mom's gaze suddenly locked on him with obvious awareness.

After flickering a seductive tongue towards him, she loudly bantered, "That's it...fuck that pussy...deeper. Give it to mommy!"

Ramon blinked, shuddered, and then hastily scrambled back from the entrance.

Marisa having enmeshed herself in a pleasurable fantasy that solely hinged on the display of her stepbrother's meaty cock was abruptly jarred by Ramon's hasty backward scramble that had him tumbling to the floor.

She leaped back from the entrance and rolled to her back against the wall.

Breathing heavily, she stared down at him and hastily whispered, "What's wrong?"

Shifting his frantic gaze back and forth from the hallway entrance to his stepsister, his voice was shackled by fear. He then crawled further back while shaking his head.

Feeling denied release, she put her hands on her waist and said, "Damn you, I was so freaking close."

Gaining courage, Ramon finally replied, "I think she saw us. I've never seen her so sexually frenzied. She stared right at me."

Marisa's chest still heaved from heavy exhalations. She stared at the floor and once again whined, "I was almost there then poof. I'm so frustrated and randy as hell."

Ramon scrambled up on his feet and stood facing her. He then said, "Didn't you hear me? Weren't you watching? She saw us both and was staring right at us."

She tilted her head to look at his penis to access its rigidity. Finding it limp, she felt disappointed and said, "Not working for me anymore. I'm desperate to get off. You don't need your mom to make it hard, do you?"

"Are you not listening to me?"

Marisa redirected her stare to his face and said, "I heard you. She saw us. Are you sure? I wasn't paying attention to her. Why didn't she cry out an alarm?"

Ramon shook his head. "I don't know. I swear she saw us. I hear them. They're still fucking."

She said, "I can tell you're thinking about your mom. Your dick is hard again. She arouses you that much?"

"My mother prances around naked and she has raunchy sex. I can't control it, it's a turn on. Mom or not, I'm a man. What do you expect?"

Marisa gasped as she watched the head of Ramon's cock balloon up and turn a purple hue as it wildly wobbled up and down.

Fearing it was a prelude to ejaculation that would be wasted on the carpet requiring an immediate cleanup thus ending the excitement, she panicked.

Rushing to him, she briskly clutched his dick in her grip and hastily rasped, "Calm down before you spew. I'm not cleaning that shit up. You still owe me an orgasm."

Wide-eyed, Ramon glared at her.

Sliding her hand up and down the shaft, she lowered her brow and said, "Why are looking at me like that?"

He replied, "Ah, are you even aware that you're touching my dick?"

She hesitantly drew her gaze to her crimping hand. Broadening her eyes at that revelation, she said, "Wow, it's throbbing in my hand."

"Is this a new way of giving a blood pressure test? You can stroke it if you want."

She stuttered, "Y...yo...you want me to jerk you off?"

"Sure," he said, "But you have to agree to let me touch you."

"This is so perverse, it's made me wet again," she said with a smile.

"You need to slow down or I'm going shoot it."

"Aren't you afraid we'd get caught?" she said.

He replied "If mom hasn't raised an alarm, she must have a reason. We stay hidden in the shadows and we should be okay. Their party is nowhere over, so we have time to gratify ourselves."

Marisa snatched his hand and placed it on her sex and said, "One condition, don't you dare make me come."

"That makes no sense. Isn't that the objective. You said I owe you an orgasm."

"Getting off from my brother's finger would be too humiliating. It will haunt me. I'll finish myself off when I get close."

"Then you better stroke me very slow. Having my stepsister jerk me to ejaculation is a thought I don't want to contemplate."

Marisa chuckled.

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Stepping Up the Action

Standing side by side while masturbating each other was awkward and didn't provide the expected result.

Neither of them could focus on the action in the living room.

Marisa removed her hand from her brother's dick and clamped it on Ramon's wrist. She pulled his wagging wet finger from her pussy and hastily shuffled back from him.

Confused, Ramon said, "What's wrong? Did I mess up?"

She glared at him and then huffed, "You're intentionally trying to make me come. I told you not too."

"You were the one thrusting yourself on my finger. I was reacting to you. I thought you had changed your mind."

"I'm sorry, this is so weird. I'm scared."

"What frightens you?"

"Enjoying it."

"That's silly. You're giving me mixed messages. You kept pulling me closer while angling the tip of my dick towards you. You want more than a finger, but you won't admit it. Aren't you the least bit curious to know how it would feel in your vagina."

"My God, Ramon, say pussy. I cringed when said that. I'm not a virgin. Don't you think we're taking this too far?"

"You're really wet."

Unhesitant in her approach, she stepped up to him and clutched his alluring prick once again. She quivered at the touch and held her breath. Placing her other hand on his shoulder to steady herself she replied, "Of course I am. I'm horny as hell, you aroused me, but I'm your sister. It's so wrong."

"Stepsister," he corrected and then said, "It feels natural to me. I don't see the problem. I can slide it in for a minute and then pull out? No harm done."

Lightly biting her bottom lip, she stroked his meaty shank and moved the other down to fondle his weighty balls.

Eyeing the pulsing cock with yearning, she mumbled, "One-minute max, right? Bah, being curious isn't a legitimate reason."

"Why are you trying to justify it. You want me in you, but you're fighting it."

Desperate to satisfy her own dilemma, she latched on to the first conceivable reason that came to mind. "Don't you think your dick needs to be lubed?" she asked while vigorously nodding her head.

Staring into her turbulent eyes, he cautiously replied, "Ah—you are rubbing me raw. So yeah, I could use some."

She broadly smiled at his answer and replied, "I'm literally dripping lubricant, so justifying a quick dip seems logical, but that's all this is. Do you understand?"

"Hum, sure. Your pussy is just a lube box for my cock. I can work with that," he replied with a quirky grin.

Flustered and finding herself incapable of gauging his sincerity, she shrugged off his playful remark and added, "Here are my rules. Put it in me for a minute, but absolutely no fucking, understand."

"Well, technically—"

"Are you determined to ruin this?"

"A one-minute plunge with no fucking. Got it. Can I touch your boobs?"

She hesitated.

He raised both brows and said, "It's not fucking. It's just touching."

"You can touch, but no lustful groping. Let's move further back down the hall."

Grabbing their clothes off the floor, they walked closer to their bedrooms.

Ramon gave Marisa a teasing tickle and then pressed her back against the hallway wall.

Rubbing a flirtatious finger along her slit, he leaned in to whisper, "Open your legs to give me an invitation."

Huffing at his request and giving him a stern gaze, she separated her thighs.

Ramon palmed his dick and began playfully rubbing the head up and down her gash.

She blurted, "What are you doing? That makes me feel slutty, stop it. This isn't sexual, it's only a lube job, remember."

He chuckled inwardly at her rising delirium. Releasing his erection, he clamped his hands on her waist and angled her pelvis forward in a vulgar pose that effectively gaped pussy.

"My God, you're making me look skanky on purpose. You're wasting time—put it in me before I lose my mind."

Ramon grinned and playfully wormed the thick head up against the entrance of her anus. He then gave a little shove pressing it inward.

Marisa widely opened her eyes and frantically snatched his hands to yanked them up to her tits.

Frenzied by desperation, she snatched his dangling dong while grumbling, "I can't believe you can't find the hole," and then wobbled the tip between her labia to wedge the knob firmly in her slit.

Kneading her breasts, Ramon smiled at her.

"What are waiting for, push in," she beseeched.

Eager to please, Ramon stared at her face while barreling the entire length into her.

Slack-jawed, she broadened her eyes at him.

"Well?" he said.

She quivered and gasped in response.

Upon feeling her legs flexing, Ramon quickly said, "Sister, that's a no, no. Your rule. Remember, this is just a lube job."

Breathing heavily, she puffed, "You went balls deep. I feel you in me."

"If I'm hurting you, I'll back out a bit," he replied.

She snapped, "Oh, no, keep it where it is."

"I feel your pussy palpitating around my shaft. That's sexual. You need to stop."

"I can't control that," she replied while clasping her hands tightly on his outstretched arms.

"You're shaking."

She bit her bottom lip and tightened her grip.

"Now you're making weird noises."

"Ummm, ah, ah, oh brother, you're so big. You're throbbing in me like a motherfucking vibrator."

He grinned and then replied, "My dick doesn't vibrate. Seriously, that's you not me. You're tensing up like you're uncomfortable. Should I move a bit?"

Shaking her head in a delirium, she rambled, "No, no, no...that would be fucking...no, no, so wrong, mustn't fuck..."

Noting sweat beading along her neck, Ramon held back a chuckle and then said, "I wasn't suggesting that. Anyway, I'm estimating that we're close to the minute mark."

She feverishly blathered, "You don't have a watch, you don't know. You just put it in me. Not time...oh God, Ramon, distract me, tease my nipples."