Fucked My Steps****r Pregnant, Paid for Abortion - Sex Stories

Fucked My Steps****r Pregnant, Paid for Abortion

In high school my steps****r and I constantly found ourselves with a lot of idle time alone together. We’d come home from school and it would just be us for a few hours. Both of our parents (her dad, my mom) traveled a lot, so we often had the house to ourselves on the weekends. We’d throw parties, have friends over. For the most part we got along. Late one night following al party, she came into my room just as I was getting into bed and asked if she could sl**p on the floor. A friend of hers had gotten wicked d***k, puked, and passed out in her bed. There were people sl**ping on the couches and in the guest room. She had no place else to sl**p. I offered to give her my bed and sl**p on the floor. She told me to move over and crawled into bed with me. We talked for a little while, laughing about the events of the evening, and smoked a bowl. Both of us had struck out with our respective crushes; they actually ended up hooking up and leaving together. I was making fun of her crush, because he was a fucking tool, and she made fun of mine for being a “superficial cunt.” At one point she dropped the pipe as I was passing it back to her, ashes spilled all over the sheets. She got up and wiped them off while I teased her for being clumsy. She was wearing a t-shirt and these hot little pajama pants that made her apple ass look great. She got back in bed, I packed another bowl. She was moving around, trying to get comfortable, when she slapped the sheets back. I had a raging hardon ...

... tenting in my boxers. She giggled and laughed at first, then she made a comment about my size. She flicked it, playfully. It responded. “It’s not you,” I said. “I know.” (It was.) She turned away from me, curled up a little. Her ass was hanging out of her pajama pants and pointing at me. Every time one of us shifted, we slowly moved closer to each other. After a minute or so of silence she said, “We could do stuff.” “We could,” I said. “But we shouldn’t.” “Should we?” “Probably not.” By this point I was almost touching her butt. She moved and felt me. “We’re not bl**d,” she said. We talked about it a bit, about how we could do stuff, some stuff, and how we shouldn’t do some other stuff. “No sex,” she said. “Just fun stuff.” “And no kissing,” I said. “That would be too weird. We had established the rules. She was practically grinding her butt against me. She turned and grabbed me, pulled me out of my boxers, and started playing with me. She was a little rough (we were both pretty inexperienced) and was doing it all wrong. I tried to correct her and that’s when she said she wanted to watch me. I said I wanted to watch her. So we watched each other. We didn’t cuddle or anything after and she was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. I didn’t see her all day. That night, after all of our friends had gone, she came home and found me swimming me in the pool. We talked for a few minutes, but not about the night before. She went inside, said she’d be up in her room doing stuff. ...