“But, this?” I said, as I slightly moved my cock against her ass cheeks.
“Yes. I love…this,” she sighed, as she gently pushed back against me, moving her hips as the head of my cock began to worm its way between her legs. “You know, it is mine now. That is the rule,” she whispered.
“Rule?”
“Yes, the rule. Once you fuck your stepsister, she owns your cock. It’s mine now,” she said, as she opened her legs wider, allowing me to slip closer to her opening. “Don’t worry, I will take great care of it.”
“Yours now?”
“Yes,” she said, as she moved her body slightly forward to a new angle, and then back again. This time, the angle was just right and my cock easily slipped into her, in one slow motion. She let out a small gasp, followed by a purring sound.
I let out a low, long moan as I filled her up completely. Then ever so slowly, I pulled partway back out, and paused. I thought that last night was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. I was wrong.
“Again, my love, again,” she strained to say, in a hushed voice.
I concentrated, as I pushed as slowly as I could. My cock twitched, as it reached its goal. Linda squeezed my hand, hard, against her breast once more. Then, taking my fingers, she began to rub her extended nipple. She let out a small hissing sound as she placed her fingers on mine, and used my fingertips to pinch her little bud.
I did not need a second lesson. I continued to pinch and pull gently on her little bud, as I slowly moved in and out of her. Again, the sexual tension was off the charts.
I proceeded with a slow, steady, in-and-out motion. With each thrust, her juices just seemed to spill out of her. She began to make the same little noises that I had experienced the night before. I was learning her language of sex.
Like a person slowly turning the dial on a thermostat, I picked up the pace one click at a time. It was exquisite torture. However, as the pace increased, all pretense of slow-and-easy was soon thrown out the window. We both had reached the point where our only focus was the release of the tension we had been building. I realized in that moment that our connection, this tipping point we were experiencing, had been many years in the making. Yes, the sex was new. The love was not.
Once again, there seemed to be a temporary loss of consciousness, as we both came. To build to such a point, and to achieve simultaneous release, is not common, nor will it ever be. But to have the experience with one you love, is to have a lasting memory. It was wonderful.
We just lay side by side for some time. Eventually, our heart rates subsided below our training range. I found her hand, and held it. I felt a need to be connected, and she squeezed it as soon she felt it.
“Ken, are we bad for doing this? It doesn’t feel bad,” she said, as she turned her head.
I turned to meet her gaze. “No, it doesn’t feel bad at all,” I said, with a big smile.
“But maybe we should talk more about, you know, this thing. What are we going to do?” she asked.
“Well, first, let’s eat breakfast. I’m starving,” I said.