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I PEEL MY BOXERS DOWN and stroke my hard cock over her body. Precum drips from my mushroom head, and I use it to slick the rest of my shaft.
She lets out a little whimper and grinds her hips into her pillow, which makes my cock flare. Stepsis must be having a nice dream.
It’s time I make that dream a reality.
Slowly, I get onto the bed and swing my leg over her. The bed creaks with my movements, sinking lower from my weight.
When I put my weight down on her—lightly—her legs straighten out. I mount my stepsister and throw the covers back, flossing my cock against her ass crack.
“Mmm,” she purrs, bucking softly. “Decker.”
Even in her dreams, I’m the one fucking her. As it should be.
I lean over her, framing my arms on either side of her face so I don’t squish her. Tucking her brunette hair out of the way, my lips ghost over the shell of her ear. “I’m right here, babygirl.”
Goosebumps break out on her nape.
Her eyes slowly open. Blink.
I grind my cock harder against her ass, spilling precum all over her booty shorts.
“Oh Jesus,” she says in a low, throaty voice. “My head’s spinning.”
“Too much to drink last night, little girl?”
She blinks again, trying to look up at me above her. “D-Deck? What the heck are you doing?”
“Waking you up like a good big brother.”
“Is that . . . is that your dick against my ass?”
“Don’t be coy, Cass. You know it is. I woke up like that.”
Her eyes narrow. “Is that my fault?”
“Of course it is. I can’t have you alone in the house without getting aroused.”
“We’re alone?”
I nod. “Mom’s out.” I kiss the top of her head. “Which means I need to piledrive the ever-loving fuck out of you, little sis. I’m sure you understand, right?”
“Oh God. I’m hardly even awake. This feels like a dream still.”
“Even better. Maybe it is?”
She tries to squirm out from under me, but it’s futile. I have her pinned, and all I need to do is put a little more weight on her to get her to stop.
My hand trails down her side, between my legs. I find the hem of her panties and shorts and pull them aside.
With the same hand, I grab my cock and angle myself above her.
“You don’t have school today, either. So no excuses for why I can’t fuck you for three hours straight.”
Her eyes widen. She’s not in dreamland anymore, but I’m about to put her back there.
The tip of my dick rests against her wet pussy lips. Waiting.
She groans. Wiggles her hips a little. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
I give her a devious grin. Then I rock forward and my cock slams inside her.
Cassidy’s pussy stretches around my length, a moan escaping her lips. “Fuck!”
I rest my body weight on her, squishing her body deep into the mattress. I use my knees as leverage, framing her wide hips, rising and falling in a slow rhythm.
It doesn’t matter how slow or fast I go. The size of my cock alone makes Cass squirt her brains out—she’s told me as much.
But my slow, steady rhythm seems to drive her wild. It’s the calm before the storm—the steady beat of the drum to wake her up, before I pummel her guts.
Her fingers clench the pillow she’s resting on.
I raise my hips high and slam down, clapping my hips against her cushiony ass cheeks. My balls spank her and make her whimper.
“Be gentle, please,” she begs. “I’m tired and hungover.”
She shouldn’t have said that. It only makes me want to dominate her more.
My rhythm picks up. My thighs burn as I slam down into her, battering her tight pussy and shaking the bed. It groans and moans just as much as she does.
Before long, the whole room is echoing with her cries of pleasure.
“Y-Y-You’re sure Mom’s out?!” she wails.
“I think so.”
She gasps.
I slam into her harder to shut her up. Make her forget Mom for a moment.
I wish someone would walk in right now, so they could see how I use my little stepsister like a speedbump toy in the mornings, mounting her ass in such a naughty position. A smaller man wouldn’t be able to get around all that ass to penetrate her.
What a sight it must be to watch my heavy balls swing into her ass with satisfying claps. To see my tight rear bouncing on top of her heavy one. Not even able to see our faces—just our holes aligning, making sweet, dirty music.
I wrap an arm under her neck and use my other to complete the arm bar, holding my wrist. Her head lifts slightly, and her face starts to turn red as I apply a bit of pressure.
I’m choking my eighteen-year-old stepsister as her pussy greedily eats up my cock. I can’t think to a better start to the morning.
She’s so damn hot. So damn horny and available. Always open to me. I can play her like a fiddle whenever I want, and it’s the best feeling in the world.
Her insides are hot and wet. My cock slides effortlessly, until she clamps down from the asphyxiation.
“You get so tight when I choke you, little sis,” I grunt in her ear, clenching my teeth.
Her body is planked now, back bowed, head trying to rise higher like a seal so she can get some air into her lungs. Her face is turning redder, veins protruding along her neck and forehead.
Cassidy’s eyes widen. “D-Deck!” she croaks.
Her eyes close and slowly open.
My body moves fast, fucking her like a lightning bolt. Reaching the crescendo.
When her pussy tightens even more, constricting my length, I know she’s cumming. It gets wetter, stickier inside. Warmer, if it’s possible.
Her body jerks. She’s about to pass out. She’s drooling.
I let up my arm bar and continue to ride her through the worst of it.
I can see the recognition swarm back to her face—the color returning to normal as she pants and moans and sweats. Drool spills past her lips, rolling down her chin.
I curve my legs under her thighs, then pull back on my calves, hooking them around her fleshy legs. I push outward, spreading her wider, until she’s in a prostrate position.
She says something indecipherable, and then I have her right where I want her—legs locked in, unable to move.
I fuck my immobile stepsister harder than before. My body humps like a jackrabbit, cock driving into her over and over again. It sounds wet and sloppy now, squelching with every hard thrust. The claps have become slaps.
My abs ride her backside, the sweat building between us, making us both slick.
With another growl, I get up onto my knees. I’m in the groove now. I position myself behind her and yank her up onto her knees by pulling on the waistband of her booty shorts.
She pops up with a yelp.
I slap her ass, drawing out a red handprint.
She’s on her hand and knees like a dog now, whimpering. Shaking. Trying to hold back from an insane orgasm.
I slam into her and watch me cock ride in and out. My hips barrel into her fleshy ass cheeks and I spank her naughty rear again.
Her arms wobble. Her toes curl at my sides. She’s useless.
“So, did you fuck that boy from your school at the party? Cole, I think his name was?” I ask, making light conversation as I pulverize Cassidy’s cunt.
She gasps, head leaning forward to try and rest her forehead against the pillow. “N-No! I would never!”
“Mmhm,” I say, not convinced.
“And wh-what about you?” she cries. I notice tears rolling down her cheeks, though I don’t know if it’s from sadness or pleasure. “D-Did you find any strange to—”
She cuts herself off as I drive deep inside her. Then she tries to hide her face by nestling into the pillow, raising her ass higher.
We’re having an argument during sex. It’s hot and stupid.
I reach forward and down, hooking my fingers into her mouth, and pull up with both hands, keeping her face lifted from the pillow. .
Now I have her fishhooked like a little slut. She can’t speak even if she wanted to.
Her tongue lolls. She looks silly and stupid, cheeks stretching out, but so hot as her tits jiggle beneath her and her ass cheeks ripple with every hard thrust of my hips.
“I fucked your mom,” I say easily.
She lets out a little wail.
I don’t know if it’s my words or my cock, but she lets out a massive groan, eyes clenching shut, and screams.
“Thas shnot funnyyy!”
I pull out of her pussy.
My hand replaces it, slapping her cunt, finding her clit and massaging it like a vibrator.
Juices leak out of her, spilling all over me.
My dick shoots ropes of cum all over her ass and the bed.
Her body jiggles from my harsh fingering. I love the way her ass shakes uncontrollably.
“Ahhhh!” she screams, freed from my fishhook.
Make her forget all her questions. All her little thoughts.
When she comes, a fountain of fluids shoot out like a sunflower, all over my hand and wrist and forearm. It splashes back into my face and I laugh.
When I stand from the bed, her body won’t stop convulsing.
She flattens on the bed, plopping down tits and face first. Little spasms follow, whole body jittery and alight with orgasmic bliss.
She’s prostrate, tuckered out, and ready for a nap.
I wipe my cock on her ass.
“That’s . . . not funny, Decker,” she repeats, slower this time as she tries to get her breath to a normal level.
She’s stewing in her own juices and doesn’t give a shit. What a little whore.
I pat her ass cheek. “I know, Cass. I know. You’re my favorite little cocksleeve, though. You know that, right?”
Her head tilts to the side. “Is that all I am to you, big bro?”
“What, my cumdump? My cockholster? Of course not, Cass. I love you. Don’t forget it.”
A small smile comes to her lips. “You’re gross. But . . . thank you. What a hell of a way to wake up.”