His Nasty Little Pussy

I would masturbate every night, sometimes twice a night. I would go out and pressure guys to have sex with me. I just couldn’t stop myself.

Then my mother married this guy she met online. I couldn’t believe it when she told me.

She had been chatting with him for some time and on her vacation she headed out to Vegas and returned home married with a man and his son in tow!

At first, I was pissed, but that didn’t last long cause damn are they hot! My stepdad is one sexy man and so is his son.

They both are quite into fitness so they work out a lot. Both of them are built like male models, with sweet muscular arms, sexy-toned abs, and the nicest asses I have ever seen on dudes.

Well, it didn’t take me long to get the idea of fucking them in my head. Before I knew it I was using them for my masturbation material. I would lay there and diddle myself as I fantasized about being in the middle of a stepdaddy and stepbrother sandwich! Then one evening destiny allowed my stepbrother Steve to see me at my best–sprawled out naked on my bed, a tit in one hand and my favorite vibrator in the other.

I honestly didn’t hear him open the door… I did however hear him gasp and blurt out “Oh, shit! I am so sorry!”

I sat up pulling the sheet over me “It’s okay Steve.” I said before he ran out the door. “Damn!” I muttered to myself and crawled out of bed. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower.

As I hosed off I mulled over the situation. Mom was working late and stepdad Charles was out with his buddies for an unplanned poker night. I had sexy Steve all to myself. The thought of him inside me as I ran the bar of soap over my wet body was almost too much. I rinsed off resisting the urge to finish flicking my bug in the shower.

I got dressed and went to the living room where I found Steve. He looked up at me and then quickly looked away. I almost laughed out loud but held it in. I knew I could have him then and there but I wanted to torture him a bit first.

I walked over to him. I had on a pair of way too short shorts and a white tee shirt. My skin was still a bit damp when I had gotten dressed and I hadn’t dried my hair. Needless to say, my dark areolas were perfectly visible as I approached Steve. I reassuringly put my hand on his shoulder, “Steve it’s not a big deal. I don’t mind that you saw me playing with myself.” I knelt in front of him “In fact I kinda like it.”

He looked up at me, his eyes wide, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something.

“You know, since you and Charles, I mean Daddy, moved in I think about you a lot…” I paused and took a deep breath, expanding my chest way more than was necessary “I even think about you when I am playing with my… my pussy.” I looked down and tried to look ashamed.

“You do?” he managed to stammer out. “I think about you too.” He looked away. “I mean, you are hot and you aren’t my sister.” He ran his hands up and down his thighs “Is that wrong?” He looked at me. I could see the bulge of his cock struggling against his blue jeans and wanted to relieve him of the pressure, but right now he needed reassurance that he wasn’t doing something bad.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“We aren’t doing anything wrong.” I put my hand on his and shivers coursed through me. I had to put some distance between us or I was going to pounce him and fuck him on the couch.

“You hungry?”

He nodded “Yeah.”

“Let’s order a pizza.” I jumped up and grabbed my cell phone.

“What do you want on it?”

“Whatever you want is fine.”

I ordered the pizza and we went about our business the rest of the evening. I desperately wanted to take advantage of him then and there but I knew if I just teased him a bit, it would be all that much better in the end.

That weekend was so much fun! I spent it teasing the shit out of Steve and as it turned out my daddy, Charles.

Every Saturday Steve and Charles got up early to do laps in the pool. I made sure to be out there sunning myself. I was wearing my super tiny white bikini as they came out the door. I lay at one end of the pool struggling to put on my tanning lotion as they came out to exercise. I raised the tube of lotion in the air, “Oh, could one of you please give me a hand?” I said in my best damsel in distress voice. They both stopped dead in their tracks when they saw me. Charles’ jaw about hit the ground before he stammered then spoke “Steve, go put lotion on your sister.” He looked away and hurried off to the other end of the pool.

Steve swallowed hard as he approached me and I heard him swallow hard again as he took the lotion from my hand. I lifted my hair as he began to slowly rub the cream onto my back. “Mmm, that’s it.” I cooed. The touch of his hand was making me hot. I couldn’t believe how moist I was getting. I briefly contemplated having to jump in the pool so no one would notice a damp spot between my legs.

Steve’s hand trembled as he continued spreading the cream around. I was going to glance over my shoulder to see the expression on his face but instead, I saw Charles as he was going down the stairs in the pool. He was watching Steve slather lotion on me and I could see his hard-on from here. “Mmm.” I moaned again and bit my lip as visions of these two hot men pumping away at me filled my head.

Steve closed the flip top on the tube handed it to me and hurried off with his towel strategically placed in front of him. I giggled to myself as I watched him slip quickly into the water.

The idea of both my dad and my brother sporting a woody for me, made my pussy ache and I relished the squishy juices as they formed in my bikini bottoms. I closed my legs tight and casually wiggled my hips sending shivers from my swollen clit throughout my body.

I rolled onto my tummy, my butt aimed at the pool as they did their laps. I couldn’t see them but I knew damn well they were checking my ass out. I stayed on my tummy till I heard them getting ready to get out of the water. I slowly rolled over and sat up and seductively adjusted my top before getting up and walking toward the pool. I stood at the entrance as they both clung to the edge of the deep end talking. Chills ran over me as my sun-warmed skin hit the cool water and it caused my nipples to instantly harden. Even I was impressed at how far they poked out. The white triangle that barely covered my areolas struggled even more to keep my modesty and I realized that the guys were no longer talking.

With both of them watching me I slowly slipped into the water then dove in head first so I could come up and have water beading on my breasts like you see in the movies. Well, it worked. I couldn’t see my boobs glistening in the sun but I could see my dad and brother’s faces and let me tell you I had their complete attention.

I ran my hand over my long wet hair, pulled it to the side, and wrung it out “Whew. The water feels great. I needed to cool off.” I smiled at the guys then slowly got out of the pool. I walked back to my towel leaving a trail of water dripping as I made my way.

I could feel their eyes on me as I stayed with my back to them and teasingly dabbed myself dry. As I gathered my things to go inside I purposefully dropped the tube of lotion “Clumsy me.” I scolded myself as I bent over to pick it up, my breasts aimed in my dad’s and brother’s direction. The wet material clung to my flesh and with the added strain of gravity, the tiny triangles were barely able to contain my full breasts as I scooped up the lotion. As I stood up and turned to the door I heard the two men mumbling.

When I got inside, my Mother greeted me with a suitcase. “Cindy, is Charles outside?” I told her he was and she handed me the empty suitcase “Could you put this in my room? I’ve been called away on a work emergency and will be leaving ASAP.”

I made a sad face and asked her how long she would be gone. “I’m not sure, but I think I’ll be needed for at least a few days. I hope to be home by Tuesday.” She said and hurried out the back door toward the pool.

I smiled as I took her suitcase to her bedroom. Her workaholic mentality had always pissed me off. I always felt second in line and for a long time I blamed her career for not having my real father in my life. Turns out that when you get older, having a mom that works non-stop can be kinda cool.

I put the suitcase on her bed and as I turned to leave I saw the picture of her and Charles on her nightstand. My body got warm and tingly as I ran my hand over his picture. I giggled to myself “While the cat’s away…” I left her room to begin planning my weekend seduction.

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