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I was a good kid, senior year, with my share of friends and dates. Stef had barely made it into the junior class with all her partying. Surprisingly, we were close.

And now we were getting bored. The Christmas holidays were dragging out, but few of our friends had returned from their holidays. Our folks had gone off to their parents across the country.

We’d smoked a little dope, and were down in the living room, watching a chick flick.

She was snuggled up to me, her hand rested in my lap. There was a bedroom scene, and my cock thickened. Stef giggled and traced the outline with her finger.

“Hmmm”, she said, “you like this”.

The movie and the weed were getting to me.

Stef’s caresses continued. She whispered in my ear, “or maybe this stiffy is for Steffie, hmmmm?”

I was embarrassed: “The movie’s hot — what can I say?”

“That’s ok, Bobby. Hmmmm, feels good.” Her fingers became more insistent.

I figured it was smarter to say nothing.

“I wouldn’t blame you,” she whispered. “You’ve must have heard things through the wall.” My bedroom was right next to hers, and she “entertained” a lot.

“It’s ok, Stef. You’re an adult.” 

“Hmmmm, Poor boy. Maybe you’ve wanted to play, too?” She was getting off on her hot whispers and, to tell the truth, so was I, but I didn’t want to go there.

She did, though. “I’ll tell you a secret, lover. I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

She moaned softly as she pulled down my zipper.

She pulled out my cock and stroked it, down to my balls. I twitched.

She giggled again. “My lord’s a leapin. I like that.”

She wiggled out of her shorts and spooned back against me, grinding her bottom along my cock.

“Fuck me, Bobby.” And I was in. Oh god, she was so tight, a second skin around my cock.

“I knew it,” she was grinning.

“You knew what?”

“How good we would be together. “

“You’ve thought about us before?”

“Sweet boy, it’s all I think about. It took me a while to figure out why I was a sucker for any guy who looked like you. A thrill when I figured it out, but not enough, not, oh, god, like the real thing.”

“You, too. Think about Darla,” she said, mentioning my last girlfriend. “Mom used to say we could be sisters.”

God, she was right. So many cums, so many orgasms meant for her. I owed her, I owed myself. My pumping sped up. “Gotta make up for lost time, Stef.”

She grinned back at me. “Tell me how.”

“Unnnh, cummm in your mouth.”

“Of course. Is that all?”

“Fuck you, ummmf, in the ass.”

“All night. But I want it nasty.”

“Oh, so good, Steffi. I’ll tie you up.”

“Good boy. I knew you could go there. What else?”

“Wake you with my cock across your lips.” I could barely speak, burning, fucking.

“That’s more like it. Your naughty maid is going to be milking those fat balls of yours.”

“Make you beg for it,  my porcelain fuck doll.”

“Mmmm, so you’ve got the fever, too. I don’t think I’ll be the one begging, though.”

“Cover, ummm, you, ummm, in cum.”  I was channeling a long suppressed demon.

“You know this one time won’t be enough, big boy.” Her smile got broader.

“God, no.” I was pumping away, an Eveready fuck toy for my sister.

“But we’ve got the twelve days of Christmas.”

“Oh, yeah,” was all I could muster.

She was giggling, fucking, grasping my cock so tight in her cunt.

“Any girl can make your cock spurt, but I’m going to make your brain cum.”

I was burning, beyond thinking. My seed roared up from balls, deep into her. The room began to swim before my eyes.

She saw me fading out, my hips still jerking into her brutally, and brought her lips to my ear.

As the world went black, I heard “”All your stiffies will be Steffie’s now. And it’s so so so very good. Sweet dreams.”

(Source: padreooceano, via onedirtymother)