Chapter 6

In two weeks I would be moving out. The fall semester was soon to begin at San Diego State College.

With the money I saved working at the country club I could just make it. I was lucky. My twenty year old stepsister, Maggie, had a house mate moving out. This one girl was going back home. She had decided she wasn't ready for college. Maggie was able to get me that room in the house.

My Dad would be helping me move my stuff about ten miles north, close to the college. Not really far away. I could be home almost any day if I wanted to take the boring bus ride. Until then though I was at home. My stepsister Sheila was still sharing our bedroom. We had only two bedrooms in the bungalow. She was twenty-three years old. She'd left her husband Jason because of his gambling. Her baby was due in October. This was the middle of August.

I turned eighteen early in the year, before I graduated high school. My stepmother, Cindy, was my secret lover. So was Sheila now, since she moved back home. But, Sheila let me know last week that she knew about me and Cindy. I guess, like a lot of young people, I just thought if I ignored that she would forget about it. I don't know. It's silly of course. But I had just avoided talking about it.

This morning I awoke hearing a Cardinal calling in the bougainvillea that spread across the south wall of our stucco bungalow. It sounded like the bird was singing, "pretty, pretty, priest, priest, priest." If we were catholic I might have taken it for some kind of sign. I chuckled though. We weren't.

It was early, and the mist was still hanging as the sun slowly rose. It would burn off quickly. I stretched and looked over to my stepsister. Sheila was sleeping on her back, with her round, pregnant belly rising up. She was snoring a little bit. I had morning wood. I needed to piss. I waited for my erection to get softer, then I got up to go to the bathroom. We had only one, of course.

As I approached the bathroom door my stepmother, Cindy, came out of her bedroom. She was wearing a pink Terry Cloth robe she had tied at the waist. Her wavy brown hair was down around her shoulders. She didn't bother wearing slippers because it was warm in the house. Her tiny bare feet were so sexy to me. I smiled at her. We both quietly entered the bathroom, closing the door. It had an old keyhole type lock, but we had never had a key. I slipped the sliding bolt to lock it.

I was not shy with Cindy anymore. I went over, pulled my cock out of my briefs, and began peeing into the toilet. Cindy just giggled, and went to the shower to start the water running. I shook my prick off and turned around, grabbing her around the waist. She hadn't turned on the water yet. She had dropped the robe on the floor. I leaned down, kissing her on the lips and probing with my tongue. Her dainty hand was wrapped around my hardening cock.

She pulled away, and I groaned with frustration, but she just bent over, put the toilet seat and lid down, and pressed my shoulders, forcing me to sit. I knew what she wanted. Her pussy lips peeked out of her curly brown pubes. I leaned forward, grasping her round butt cheeks, and slowly licked her wet slit.

I could feel her trembling as I sucked on her clit, and she pressed her pussy against my face. Honey began to drip from her hot pussy and I licked it up. I loved my stepmother. She was so good to me. I ate her juices as I jerked my prick. She was coming quickly for me. She often did. I was proud of how good I made Cindy feel. I was close to coming myself when we heard a slight bump outside the door. I got soft then.

Cindy squatted down, grabbed her robe, and put it on as I went to unbolt and open the door. I stuffed my cock back in my briefs as I found Sheila on the floor. She was struggling to get up. Her belly was not helping.

"What happened, Sheila. Are you alright?"

"Yes Mom. I'm fine. I dropped my lotion. I'm just clumsy. I bent down to pick it up and lost my balance. It's fine."

"Okay, baby. I was just going to take a shower. Do you need the bathroom first? Go on Peter. You need to get out and let the ladies use the bathroom."

I went back down the hall to my room, as Sheila and Cindy decided who would shower first. I heard the shower start as I was in my closet finding a shirt to put on. I was only wearing my underwear. That's how I usually slept now. Or sometimes naked. I was thinking how lucky we were that Sheila hadn't seen anything. Then she came back into the room.

She smiled as she came nearer.

"You're really nasty, you know that Peter? I saw what you did. I saw it through the keyhole. You're naughty, and you're going to be naughty with me, too. Is my pussy as nice as Mom's? I want you to lick it, Peter. Lick my pussy, little stepbrother."

As she was saying this she had taken my hand and was pulling me over to her bunk bed. Her robe fell open and I saw her round belly above her hairy pussy, and her milk filled tits. I was glad to help her. I loved Sheila. I loved sucking her breasts to get all of the milk. I loved fucking her, too. And I wanted to suck her pussy for her. Just like I did for Cindy.

She laid back, spread her thighs wide, and I got down and started sucking her clit. I knew that would make her come fast. I liked that. She was moaning louder, but the shower would drown out her groans. My cock was hard and I stroked it slowly as I savored the smell and taste of my stepsister's pussy.

"Tell me I'm pretty, Peter. Tell me. I'm pretty. Men want me, don't they? Oh fuck, that's so good. I'm coming over and over. Eat me. Eat me Peter. Fuck."

I started finger fucking her and telling her how sweet and beautiful she was. I knew she was. She was so pretty and I loved her. I wanted to fuck her. I was going to fuck my stepsister now, while her mother was taking her shower, rubbing her pussy the way I knew she did. I thought of Cindy, and I crept up on the bed and slowly fed my cock into Sheila's pussy. So tight. I pushed it all the way in, and she cried out, begging for more prick, more cock.

"You like this, don't you Sheila? Ah, fuck, I love screwing you baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I was moving faster now, fucking my stepsister. My ass was humping hard and deep. I wanted to fill her pussy with my come. I needed to come now. I loved her pussy. I loved fucking. Ah, it was close now, so close.

"Do it now, Peter. I keep coming, keep coming. Shoot that spunk baby, fuck me, come for me, oh fuck."

It was coming now. I spurted out into Sheila's vagina, filling it, and dripping come all over her curly hairs, and down onto the white sheets. I kept pulling out and ramming in until I had no more to give her. I shuddered and then leaned down, and she hugged me as I kissed her lips. My stepsister was so pretty. She sighed as I pulled my soft cock out.

I was now sitting on the side of her bed as she pulled her legs up, still spreading them wide because of her belly. She dipped her fingers into her slit, and then licked her fingers. She grinned. Then she slowly leaned down and started licking my soft cock. I think she liked the taste of my come.

When she had cleaned me up she finally got to take a shower, when Cindy had finished. I followed them, and Dad was last. Today was Saturday, so he had slept in. We would be moving my stuff up to the college later in the afternoon. I was moving some things in before school started. But I would sleep here at home until the first weekend before classes started.

I didn't care if Sheila knew about me and her mother. Not as long as I could still make love to both of them.

Dad and I drove up to the college that afternoon, with some boxes of things, and lots of clothes. Maggie was there, and I met her other house mates. It was a large, Victorian style house, with several bedrooms. At one time it had been a farm home. Now it was surrounded by tract houses. The tenants all shared the chores in the house. I would have to take my part, too.

Each person had a room to sleep in alone, but the rest of the house was shared. I made number five in the house. The owner lived in the largest bedroom, downstairs. I was lucky she let me stay there. She usually had only girls for tenants, but she liked my stepsister.

Maggie came home with us that evening, and the family were together for dinner. She was going to spend the night, and go back on Sunday. She had to be at work on Monday. Cindy served tacos and burritos. We just helped ourselves and made them at the table, with whatever we wanted on them. Cindy put out refried beans, lettuce, tomato, hamburger, cheese and tortillas. She made her own sauce that she cooked the hamburger in.