Chapter 3

As I spurted my load onto Jessica’s tongue, I saw the wink in her soft, brown eyes and watched her stand up to kiss me hard on the mouth. She gave me that snowball and I found myself gladly taking it, too. I found my hands cupping her lovely buttocks while she fondled my tush as well. For at least that moment, we were lovers, my stepsister and I. Would it, could it, last? Was it a mistake? Could we return to normal and act as if nothing happened? Was this all the pills or something else in our case? Had there really been a mutual attraction all along?

“Damn, bro! You’re a natural kisser! And you’re not squeamish about snowballs! Nice! I’m not giving you up, Simon, so face it ... deal with it. We’re lovers now, and nothing that you say or do can change that fact. These are your tits now. This is your mouth. These are your lips. This is your tongue. This is your pussy. This is your ass. This body of mine ... it belongs to you. Never forget that ... papi,” Jessica declared, though I was convinced that the pills just hadn’t worn off yet.

“You’re likely to change your mind about a silly old barber like me when you’re sober and chat with your besties soon enough. I cut hair for a living ... probably not the most glamorous line of work for someone in your social circle. All your college girlfriends would think you silly for wanting your own stepbrother, anyway. At least when sober themselves,” I noted that this incident might not be limited to our household with those pills.

We dried off and Jessica wouldn’t leave well enough alone. She pulled me closer and pressed her wonderful brown mounds to my chest, letting me feel that splendid bust of hers against my own flesh. She grabbed my ass and I found my own hands magnetically drawn to her bottom. If this was a temporary situation, I decided, why waste it? Sure, we’d be awkward afterward, but that ship had sailed. If I had to be awkward, at least I could kick fucking my own stepsister off my bucket list. Given the risks out there, I might as well live my life while I could.

“Take me ... over the sink ... please!” Jessica bent over the sink and I slid easily into her hot mess of a soaking wet pussy.

“Damn ... sis ... damn ... this ... tight, snug ... twat! So drenched, too!” I commented while holding onto her butt and her hips for control.

“Oh ... God ... I’ve wanted this ... I’ve wanted this for ... two ... long ... years!” Jessica confessed to me as I pumped harder in and out of her luscious Latin snatch.

“I’m not ... a ... one-woman ... man!” I warned Jessica, fearful that she would have buyer’s remorse when she sobered up or we all did.

“Fuck, no, you’re not! You’re a horndog! And you’re my own stepbrother, too! Basically, you’re my big, tough ... horny ... kinky ... beefy ... thick ... womanizing ... chubby-chasing ... brother! I ... love ... it! I wouldn’t have it any other way! And I’m your ... horny ... little ... stepsister ... your chunky ... lusty ... dirty little slut ... your ... puta! Fucking ... take ... me! Take ... me! This ... is ... yours ... forever!” Jessica really pushed back at me with her luscious ass now.

When I slid a finger into Jessica’s backdoor, it felt like drilling for oil, particularly when I saw her biting her bottom lip in the mirror. I added another finger and her eyes bugged out from the impact of my digital invasion. Jessica screamed in ecstasy and cussed in Spanish now, her face concentrated in her raw, primal, animal lust. I didn’t know if this really would end with her sobriety, but I knew that if it did, I would hope that said sobriety didn’t last. I was already hooked on kinky, nasty, raunchy sex with my stepsister now.

I pulled Jessica’s hair a little and she howled with her orgasm, her whole body shaking with a rapturous climax that had to be felt in other rooms. She was mine. I knew it now. Even if she sobered up, she wouldn’t want to stay that way, not after that. My stepsister was my private property now ... and I was stuck with her ... for good. I owned the Latin cutie ... and she loved me for it.

“I meant what I said, bro ... I’m yours. You could fuck every last one of my girlfriends ... and their mothers ... and Mom ... and I would still greet you at the door with a blowjob and a nice, cold cerveza! With lime in it! Hell ... you could butt-fuck them and I would still greet you that way, slurping away every trace of their asses, too. I’m staying with you ... for life, so I can devote myself to your joy and pleasure. You’re papi now ... and I’m gonna be at your beck and call forever!” Jessica promised me as we heard angry knocks on the bathroom door and opened it.