His Nasty Little Pussy

In an instant, I felt her lips pressed against mine. She pressed her body against me, and I could taste the fruitiness of her lip gloss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she pushed me back onto the couch, lying on top of me and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

I wasn’t sure how to respond. One part of me wanted to use this as an opportunity to get into her pants, but the other part the part that loved her and cared about her as my stepsister wanted to call a halt to everything out of respect. After all, she’d just been jilted quite badly. My love for her won out.

“Lacey,” I gasped, pushing her back. “Hey, stop!” A tear slipped down her cheek, and she looked wounded.

“I thought this was what you wanted,” she whispered.

“It is, but I…”

“I’m not good enough for you, either!” she shrieked, struggling to her feet.

“That’s not…” I started to deny it, but she had already fled to her room and slammed the door.

I headed down the hallway and knocked gently on her door.

“Go away,” she groaned, her voice muffled as though she were speaking into her pillow.

“Lacey, talk to me,” I called through the door.

“I said go away!” she called back.

I twisted the doorknob and pushed against the door. It wasn’t locked. Lacey was lying on her bed, her face smashed into her pillow. Her short skirt was hiked up, revealing her butt and giving me a peek at her lacy panties. I tried to ignore them.

“Lace,” I whispered, sitting down beside her and placing my hand on her back. “Please talk to me.” She sniffled.

“Look, I just didn’t want to take advantage of you,” I told her. “I can’t stand to see you hurting like this.”

“I thought you just didn’t want me,” she muttered into her pillow.

“That’s crazy! I’ve wanted you for years!” I said.

She sniffled again and sat up. Her beautiful blue eyes still glittered with tears.

“Really?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” I asked her.

“Why have you wanted me for years?”

“Because you’re beautiful, sexy, smart, funny… why wouldn’t I want you? Why wouldn’t any guy want you?”

“Oh, Jace!” she shrieked, throwing her arms around my neck. “Thank you!”

“That guy’s a moron,” I said again. “Seriously. He’s completely stupid.”

“Yeah, he is,” she agreed.

“How about some ice cream?” I asked her. “Double chocolate brownie chunk, your favorite.”

“You remember my favorite ice cream?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Of course I do,” he said. “You always go for it when you’re upset.

Why do you think I never touch it?” “I thought you hated it,” she said.

“It’s my favorite, too,” I admitted.

“And you don’t eat it because you’re saving it for me?” she gasped as though it were the most chivalrous thing she’d ever heard of.

“It’s no big deal, Lace.”

“Oh, my God,” she gushed. “You are so sweet!”

She squeezed my neck hopped up of bed, and headed down the hallway toward the kitchen. When I walked into the room, she had the ice cream container in one hand, and two spoons in the other. She bumped against the silverware drawer with her hip to close it and smiled at me, beckoning me to follow her into the living room.

She sat down on the couch and tossed the ice cream lid onto the coffee table. I sat beside her, and she handed me one of the spoons.

“Dig in,” she told me.

The two of us sat in silence enjoying the cool, sweet flavor of the ice cream. She closed her eyes several times and looked almost orgasmic. I leaned back against the arm of the couch and watched her. In a few minutes, she scooted closer to me and leaned back against me. She held the ice cream in her lap and continued to eat it. I lowered my head and rested my nose against the top of her head, enjoying the sweet, floral fragrance of her shampoo.

“Jason, can I ask you a question?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“Did you… finish… the other night?”

“Finish?”

“Yeah. Did you… finish masturbating?” “Oh, that. Yeah.”

“Me, too,” she admitted.

“I thought you’d be too upset too,” I told her.

“I was upset,” she said. “But I think I was more upset that we didn’t finish together than anything. I… I thought about you when I did it.”

Lacey dropped her spoon into the ice cream container and tossed it onto the coffee table. She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned back against me again.

“I’m sorry if I upset you that night,” I said. “I don’t know what got into me.”

She sighed.

“Jace, I wasn’t mad at you,” she explained. “I was afraid I would lose control. I wanted to, but I just think it’s wrong.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why? Like I said, we’re not related.”

“But we’ve been called brother and sister since we were twelve,” she said. “Don’t you think it’s a little… I don’t know… creepy?” “No, not really. It’s pretty common.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. You know my friend Pete?” “That blonde guy with the tattoo?” “Yeah, him,” I said.

“What about him?”

“He and his stepsister just did it recently.”

“Jackie?” she gasped. “Pete and Jackie did it?”

“Yep. He said they might get married.”

“Really? What did their parents say?” Lacey whispered.

“They’re happy about it.”

“Whoa, seriously?”

“So, yeah.”

“Wow… Pete and Jackie.”

“You see, it’s not that weird. And Pete said he heard that Tim Norris and his stepsister Amy got married last year.”

“Tim Norris… he was the quarterback who was a senior when we were freshmen, right?”

“Yep. He and Amy got married and she’s expecting their first child.” “Hmm,” Lacey murmured, clearly thinking about the situation.

I hoped that by hearing some people known had done it, it might not be such a big deal to her. I looked down at her, and I could see her breasts rise and fall as she breathed. I wanted to touch them, but I managed to restrain myself. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and held her comfortingly.

“Maybe it’s not so weird,” she muttered after a few moments. “It’s not,” I told her. “It’s not weird at all. It’s normal.” “Hmm,” she muttered again.

I squeezed her tightly and used my cheek to brush her hair away from her ear. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I let my warm breath graze against her ear and neck ever so delicately. She tensed up briefly, and then relaxed and sighed.

“I guess it wouldn’t be so weird,” she mumbled.

“No,” I agreed. “It definitely wouldn’t be.”

My heart was pounding relentlessly in my chest, and I could see the roundness of her breasts as I looked down inside her shirt. I had never touched them before, and I hadn’t never seen them except from the side when she was undressing for a shower. It was immensely difficult to resist touching them.

“Would you kiss me again?” she asked suddenly.

“Are you sure?” “I’m sure.” “Okay,” I agreed.

Lacey turned around and pushed herself onto her knees. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her face approached mine awkwardly. Our noses bumped, and she let out a sharp noise in surprise. Then I felt her lips against mine. My eyes closed, and I felt her tongue slip inside my mouth.

Her lips were warm and moist, and her tongue was soft and gentle. She swirled it around inside my mouth, and I slipped my hands up the back of her shirt and felt the smooth skin of her back. She climbed on top of me and straddled me, her kiss becoming deeper and more passionate. Cautiously, I let my hands slide around from her back and up to cup her breasts. She moaned softly, and I could feel her nipples harden under the silky fabric of her bra.

“Lacey…” I breathed as her lips found my neck. “Oh, Lacey.”

My cock stiffened inside my pants, and it pressed insistently against the fabric of her panties. I could feel the bump of her mound underneath them, and I thrust my hips, rubbing the hardness against her. She gasped aloud, and then froze Her face was contorted with horror. Once again, she raced toward her room and slammed the door.

I sighed heavily. I wasn’t sure what had gone wrong. As I sat there on the couch contemplating the situation, my dick slowly softened. I put the ice cream away and slipped the spoons into the dishwasher, retiring to my room to take care of myself once more.