Chula Vista Dream
Chapter 5

Copyright© 2015 by Lorenzo Abajos

Coming of Age Incest Story: Chapter 5 - This is a story of a time and place that is gone. The early 1950s in California were golden years. A young man graduates from high school and learns to love his stepmother and stepsisters in a special way.

Caution: This Coming of Age Incest Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Reluctant   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Spanking   White Male   White Female   Oriental Female   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Lactation   Pregnancy  

The summer was passing. I was making plans for attending San Diego State College. We had discussed my situation around the dinner table. At first, I wanted to stay there at home, and take the bus. But it was becoming clear, after talking to my stepsister, Maggie, that doing that on an almost daily basis would be tiring. Dad had taken me up where the college was located in San Diego, right along US 80. We could take a direct route. But the bus wouldn't. It was over ten miles up there.

My real reason for wanting to stay at home was pretty personal. I couldn't say anything to Dad. Of course not. I was making love to my stepmom, Cindy. We were lovers. She had introduced me to sex. To all kinds of sex. It was the most wonderful thing to happen to me. Cindy was in her forties, and I was eighteen. I wanted to stay at home with her for as long as I could.

Even more astonishing, to me, was what was happening now in our bungalow. Sheila, my twenty-three year old stepsister, had moved back into the house, and into our old bedroom. She had left her husband, Jason, because he was ruining them with his gambling. Even harder for her was the fact that she was pregnant. She said she was expecting the baby to come in November. It was now early August.

That night we had concluded that I would probably be better off finding a room up near campus. The four of us finished eating Cindy's meatloaf and then listened to the radio. I told them I was going for a walk, to get some fresh air. It was so hot.

"Can I come too, Peter? I'll slow you down, I know, but I need to walk a little. I'm getting so fat."

"Ah, Sheila. Come on, you're welcome to come. I just wanted to get out for awhile. Come along."

We said bye to Dad and Cindy as they were sitting in the living room. Cindy gave me her sweet smile, and winked at me. I think I blushed, but Dad was down fiddling with the knobs on the radio console. Sheila took my hand as we went out and down the concrete steps.

We passed bushes of oleander blooming. I would stop to smell the flowers because they smelled like candy. The leaves were poisonous, so they were a dangerous temptation for children. We learned at an early age that just because it smelled good didn't mean it was good to eat. Lots of bougainvillea was blooming too. Actually, with our Mediterranean climate we had different flowers blooming pretty much all year round.

Kids were playing in the street. Not a cloud in the sky. We walked around the block and Sheila was chattering the whole way. Her hand was sweaty in mine but I enjoyed touching her. I loved my stepsister, too. I noticed that Sheila was getting damp on her chest. That was the lactation. She tried to keep pads in there to soak it up, but they didn't always work. It was embarrassing to her.

"Let's get back. You're getting wet, Sheila. We can get home in just a minute or so."

"Oh frak! Okay Peter. Sorry to ruin the walk. I'm just a mess. Fat and messy. Frik and frak!"

She was like that. She never liked to curse or say naughty words in public. In private, it was a little different. I chuckled to myself. We got back to the house and she went into our bedroom. Our house only had two bedrooms. Dad and Cindy in one. Me and my stepsisters in the other. I did have it to myself for the last year, but not now. I stayed up for awhile and then went off to bed. Cindy and Dad followed soon after. I heard them as I was undressing, with only a night light on in my room.

"Peter, please?"

That was Sheila, lying in bed with only her panties on and whispering to me. Her breasts were exposed as she lifted up her sheet. I knew what she wanted. I put on some pajama bottoms and approached her bunk bed. I couldn't help getting hard. She couldn't help but see it. But I sat down and pressed my lips to one of her nipples. I began sucking and she sighed, with relief, and with pleasure.

I didn't ask her if I could, but I started rubbing my cock in my pajamas. Then I slipped it out through the hole and began rubbing the pre-cum into my cock head. My lips moved over to the other tit, and the hard nipple. Sheila pressed my face into her bosom and began moaning louder as I sucked her sweet milk into my hot mouth.

"I love you Peter. You're so sweet, for a brat. God, that's so good. Suck my tits baby. Oh fuck, suck them."

It was my pleasure. I loved doing it. So far that was all we had done that was naughty. I think I made her have orgasms whenever I did it for her. Oh, I had come on her belly and her tits the first time I did it. But not since then. I was helping her every night now. I would always get hard, and then jack off into a sock. She just pretended to sleep but I would hear her giggling as I beat off.

Now she was whimpering and I knew that she was touching her pussy. She often did that as I sucked her tits. I didn't mind. It just made me harder. I liked being hard. And I liked making women come. I think I was getting real good at it. I kept making my stepsister come while I sucked her erect nipples and she finger fucked herself. At last she was through and I had got lots of milk from her. It was tasty, and creamy, and now I wanted to finish myself off in bed.

She put her fingers up to my face. "Want a taste, Peter?" Then she giggled. I licked her fingers and she tasted just like her mother did. It was good pussy juice. I arose and went over to my bunk bed. Sinking into the bed I began jacking off into a used sock that I gathered up from the floor.

I heard a rustling as her sheet was passed down to the foot of her bed. In the glow of the night light I saw Sheila clearly, putting her pretty legs and tiny feet over the side of the bed and then getting up to come towards me.

"Peter. Peter." She knelt down beside my bed, slightly grunting with the effort. "Sweetie, you know, you're a great little stepbrother. You are. Let me help you baby. You helped me and I can help you. Don't tell anyone, okay? Let me do it, Peter."

She moved her hands to remove the sock and took my cock in her sweaty hand. I almost came immediately, but I wanted to see what she would do. I controlled myself. Her long, wavy hair fell about her face, as she placed her mouth down and around my prick. Oh, it was wet and hot on my hard cock.

I think my stepsister was very hungry for cock. She was chewing on the head and then the whole prick. Her hand held it up as she took each of my balls into her mouth and rolled them around. Then her tongue lapped my whole cock from the balls up to the top. She even bent over and licked my ass hole. That was wonderful. Again, I almost came. No, not yet, I told myself.

My fingers were in her glossy hair now, urging her to suck me all in. I wanted to come in her mouth. I wanted to fuck my Sheila's mouth until she gagged, and then fuck her a little more. I was groaning and humping my dick into her drooling mouth. She took her mouth off for a moment still stroking my cock in her hand.

"Do you like? It it good Peter? I'm a good cocksucker, aren't I? Yes, I am. Anyone would want me. Oh, god, come for me baby. Come for me. I want to taste your milk. Mine was good, now give me yours, brat. Come for me."

All the while she had been using both hands. Jacking me off and then sucking my cock. Her finger went into my butt, and that was finally enough. I had to come. I gasped, because it was so tender. My prick was sensitive, and my spunk surged out in strings of come. My stepsister was struggling to swallow it all. Her spit was dripping down my cock and onto my balls. She swallowed all she could and then began licking around the base of my prick to get all of the tasty snack she wanted.

"Jesus, Sheila. God that was good. You're the best. Ah, fuck. It's so tender. Careful. Um, yeah, lick it please."

She finished cleaning my cock, then laid her head down on my stomach, gently touching my cock. I reached down and caressed her hair. She turned and smiled at me. I could see her clearly in the night light. She leaned over and kissed my lips. Then she stroked my curly hair, roughed it up, and got up to go to bed. It was a struggle with her growing tummy, but she made it.

I smiled as I heard her creaking bed springs. She was getting bigger, but she was so pretty. I loved my stepsister. That was a night for a good, heavy sleep. I dreamt vividly, but had forgotten those dreams by morning.

With Sheila at home most of the time now it was not the same as earlier. Cindy and I had been able to make love anytime she was not busy, or I was around. I still was working at the San Diego Country Club. I was working as a caddy and learning to play golf. Now I needed to start really saving money if I was going to find a room up closer to the college. I was working more often.

After a morning at the club, I got home, just after two in the afternoon. I had made some nice tips from club members and I was feeling good. All that money was going into the college fund. I got off the bus about two blocks from the bungalow and walked slowly in the heat. I was sweaty from carrying golf bags on the course, and then sitting on the bus with only the open window, and the blowing warm air, to cool me off. I needed a shower. I could have showered at the club but I wanted to get home.

I opened the front door and walked in seeing Cindy in the kitchen through the archway. She turned and smiled, with a knife in her hand. She jokingly poked it at me, then put her finger to her lips, hushing me before I said anything.

"What's up?" I wondered aloud.

"Sheila's getting some rest. She just got to sleep. That baby and the heat are getting to her. So we need to be quiet."

"Okay. I'm going to shower. I'll get my stuff from the bedroom but I'll be quiet."

 
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