As I ate breakfast at the kitchen bench the following morning, her latest dalliance walked past me with a smirk, gave me a thumbs up and disappeared. Around an hour later, Misty appeared. She wore nothing but a light, almost diaphanous silk robe and was still drying her hair as she got coffee.
Waiting until I looked at her, Misty tossed her hair back over her other shoulder. At her hair toss, her robe parted, and her gorgeous B-cup right breast momentarily popped into view. Struggling to prevent an erection, I bent over my phone, pretending to read my newsfeed. But then, Misty flopped onto the stool beside me, legs akimbo, and flashed her pussy at me.
I had time to observe she’d trimmed her bush to an arrow pointing at her clit before quickly averting my eyes and turning, trying to hide my now raging erection.
Misty chuckled saucily and asked, “Whassa matter, Flip? Don’t like the view?”
Grinding my teeth, I replied, “It’s not enough that you cock tease my father that you have to do the same to me?”
To my shock, Misty slapped me.
“I am not a cock teaser!” She almost growled. “I’d have willingly made love to your father if he hadn’t been so damned honourable towards my mother! And you, you man! You don’t take hints!”
Misty stormed from the room as I wondered what the fuck that was about. Hints? What fucking hints? All she did was belittle and insult me. What could she mean by ‘hints’?
With no clue, I tidied up my breakfast meal and decided to clean the whole kitchen. Picking up a stack of papers near the house phone, a folded letter dropped out. Checking to see what it was, I opened it. Instead of the letter I expected, it was Misty’s first-semester University results. To my utter amazement, Misty was in pre-law, and her results were three A’s and a B across her four subjects.
‘The girl has a brain!’ I wonderingly thought. ‘Who fucking knew? If she’s that intelligent and beautiful, why is she fucking muscle-bound, brain-dead rugby players? She should be dating intellectuals,’ and then it dawned on me. ‘She should be dating me. I’m a straight-A student and have my choice of career. Medicine and Law seem the best option, but Dad wants me to take the Airforce Officer route and become a fighter pilot.
I’m leaning towards following Dad’s wishes because it would mean that I’d have most of my hours towards my commercial pilot’s licence and, if I stayed in for ten years, have a guaranteed income for the remainder of my life.
Realising I’d need to get something out for dinner, I timidly knocked on Misty’s door.
Wrenching her door open, her breasts delectably bouncing into view again, Misty growled, “What?”
Blushing and trying unsuccessfully to keep my eyes off her chest, I asked, “Are you home for dinner? If you are, what would you like?”
“No!” Misty spat. “I’m being taken to dinner by Joel. Then I’m bringing him back so we can fuck all night!”
As Misty began closing her door, and without realising I was about to speak, I blurted, “I saw your first semester results, Misty. With your smarts, why do you act like a dumb bitch and let yourself be used like the team’s bike?”
Misty’s gaze softened, “I should slap your dopey face again, asshole,” she said. “Boys don’t like smart girls, Flip. They’re intimidated by them and won’t ask them out. I like being taken out, Flip. And I love sex, so win-win, right?”
“The right guy would love you for your intelligence, Misty,” I pointed out.
Looking sad, Misty said, “The right guy won’t even look at me, Flip. He looks away right when I want him to look.”
She shut the door in my shocked face.
I shook myself, ‘No, you dumb ass,’ I thought. ‘That was not what you think it is. Your stepsister did not just hint that she wanted you to look at her. You’re misinterpreting!’
Troubled and confused, I went to my room. I had a chemistry exam the following week and wanted to review my notes and the coursework. An hour later, after realising I’d spent the entire time staring at the wall and thinking about my stepsister, I gave it up and thought I’d go for a run. As I exited my room, I heard a muffled “Flip. Flip. Are you there? Help!”
Running towards the sound, I wondered what Misty was up to. Our house is secure, so we wouldn’t have been invaded. But why would she be yelling? Getting to the stairs, I saw Misty stuck between them, about halfway down.
“Misty? What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing, asshole?” She spat.
Riled, I spat back, “I don’t have to fucking help, bitch! Stay stuck in there for all I care!”
I began clomping down the stairs, headed for my run.
“No! Wait.” Misty called. “Help me, please?”
Still pissed, I stomped back to where she lay. From below, I could see up Misty’s short skirt, and OMFG! She wasn’t wearing underwear! I stumbled to a stop, “Umm, Misty. Where are your knickers?”
Misty, wriggling, trying to get out, stated, “I like being commando. ”
“Why?”
Wriggling harder, Misty swore, “So my pissant stepbrother can stare at my cunt rather than help me get unstuck! Why the fuck else would I go commando? I like boys feeling me up, dickhead. Without the knickers, they can do it easier.”
“You know what, Misty?” I snarled. “Fuck you! If I see your date, I’ll send him in. I’m sure he’ll enjoy the view!”
“Is that it?” Misty taunted. “You’ve got the sweetest pussy you’ve ever seen before you, and you’re ignoring it and going on your run?”
Exasperated, I slowly asked, spacing out every word, “What_do_you_want_from_me, Misty?”
Misty screamed in frustration, “How fucking dense can you fucking be? Fuck me, Flip. I’m lying here, totally exposed to you, with my cunt dripping, and all you want to do is fight!”
Of course, being dense, I didn’t think ‘fuck me’ meant ‘have sex with me’. I thought she meant ‘fuck me’ in terms of being frustrated. So, with a sigh of resignation, I tried to pull my stepsister out from between the steps.
“Ow!” She cried, “Ow! Ow Gawddammit! My tits are attached, you know?”
“How the fuck did it get in there to start with?” I asked, uncertain how to release her.
“I dropped my damned phone walking down the stairs, and, of course, it bounced off the back of a step and landed on the wall unit way back out of reach.”
“Why didn’t you get the broom attachment to drag it closer rather than climb under there?”
“Because I didn’t think of it!”
Trying to add some humour, I grinned, “Bet you wish you’d used it now!”
“Oh, funny, funny, hah, hah.”
“I’m wondering how you got in there if you can’t get back out?”
Misty sighed, “Going in, my tits pressed against my chest, flattening them out, and I slid under with no problem. But, going backward, they’re dangling in the air. So, when you pull me back, they get pushed up by the step’s edge as if you’re trying to rip them off.”
Even though I was trying not to, my eyes kept drifting to Misty’s exposed pussy. ‘It looks wet,’ I thought. ‘And what’s that smell?’
My cock throbbing, I unthinkingly leaned over and sniffed, and my dick jumped as my sphincter clenched. Dazed, I put my hand on the back of Misty’s knee and lightly tickled it.
“What are you doing?” Misty asked nervously.
“Shut up,” I muttered. “I’m trying to work out how to get you out.”
Misty’s skin was silky smooth and felt tremendous against my fingers, so I stroked higher. Now I was closer, I couldn’t see Misty’s pussy, so I lifted her skirt higher, exposing her sexy centre again. I wanted to see more, and Misty hadn’t complained, so I pulled her skirt above her toned ass.
“How does exposing my ass help you get me out of here?” Misty asked. But was it desire I heard in her voice? I didn’t bother to respond.
Entranced by the smooth skin over her toned, taut muscles, I began describing circles. I trailed my hand from her left knee up her thigh onto her bottom, stopped to knead a few times, and then dipped my finger into her cleft and onto her tight cheek. Then pausing to knead that cheek, I ran my fingers down to her right knee before crossing back to her left and repeating the circle.
Misty’s thighs spread the third time around, and the smell of her arousal grew exponentially.
The fourth time around, Misty pleaded, “Touch me, Flip. Please don’t leave me wanting.”
I was too horny to wonder about my stepsister’s sudden attitude change, so instead of running my hand up the back of her thigh, I ran them up the inside and onto her perineum. Tickling there briefly, I slid my index finger along Misty’s slit, spreading her folds and exposing her pinkly flushed pussy lips. Then, finding her clit, I switched to my thumb, pressed on it and slowly manipulated it back and forth.
“Hmm,” Misty sighed as her ass rose to meet my gently stroking fingers.
With Misty kneeling on a step and her upper body under the one above it, Misty’s ass protruded beautifully into the air. Taking advantage of this, I knelt between her feet, placed my hands on her firm buttocks, spread them apart and ran my tongue from her clit to the beginning of her perineum. I repeated the lick twice more before I paused at Misty’s vulva and pushed my tongue as deep into her as possible.
“That’s good, Flip,” Misty moaned.
Knowing I was so turned on that I would lose control and cum as soon as I entered her, I concentrated on giving my stepsister an orgasm with my fingers and tongue. Misty proved to be as vocal with me as with the other lovers she’d entertained in bed because as soon as my tongue flicked her pleasure button, she sucked in a deep breath and screamed.
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