Big Book of Smut 2

Shaving My Stepsister

“Mom! You can’t be serious! I have to be ready for the pool party, and I can’t do it without you!”

Josh Granger glanced over at his stepsister. Amy looked pissed, which only made her look cuter. Even with both her hands in casts. He didn’t intend to listen in on her private phone call, but as loud as she was shouting, he would’ve heard her from a couple of streets over.

“No, I can’t,” she snarled. “None of my friends can help me tonight, and I have to be there at eight tomorrow morning. I can’t-”

She rolled her eyes at something his stepmom said. “Fine. I’ll think of something. If I bleed to death, it’s your fault.” She snapped her phone closed and slumped in the easy chair with one of her casts over her eyes.

“Problem?”

He made sure to keep most of his attention on the video game he was playing. He had no desire to be on the rough side of her tongue. Even though she was his age-eighteen-she had the skills of a much older woman when it came to verbally dissecting someone who annoyed her. She’d gotten even better at it since she’d taken that tumble off her ex-boyfriend’s shoulders at the last pool party.

“The airline cancelled our illustrious parent’s flight because some idiot broke the damned plane. The earliest they can get home is tomorrow afternoon. I am so screwed.”

“Why? I can give you a lift.”

She gave him a flat stare. “I was already counting on that, but it won’t do me a bit of good if I can’t get ready.”

He paused the game and stared at her with a frown. “I know those things are a pain in the ass, but you’ve been getting dressed without help for weeks. How hard can a swimsuit and flip-flops be?”

“Hello? Bikini. I can’t damn well shave my legs with casts on my hands.”

That explained the ‘bleed to death’ comment. “None of your friends can take the time to help you out? That sucks.”

“Tell me about it. I already called everyone and got a ton of excuses.”

“You didn’t ask me.”

He grinned to show her he was kidding. They’d lived together since their parents had married four years ago, and while he still fantasized about her, she’d made it crystal clear that she wasn’t dating someone living in her house. Not even someone unrelated to her. After seeing how prickly she could be, he quickly found himself coming to share her point of view.

She opened her mouth to snap at him, but froze before saying a word. The funniest look came over her face. “You know, that might work.”

He almost dropped the controller. “Say what?”

“I’m being serious. I don’t have a lot of choices. Will you?”

“Uh, sure.”

What kind of idiot wouldn’t want to get that close to a hot girl he saw every day, who usually insisted on running around the house in shorts that Daisy Duke would hesitate to wear?

She gave him the eye. “There will be no hanky-panky. I tell you what to do, and you do exactly what I say. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He held up his hands. “You’re the boss.”

“I know this is a huge mistake, but I’m out of options. Don’t make me kill you.” She stood up and headed for her bedroom without another word, gesturing for him to follow.

Her room was bigger than his was, which was sometimes annoying, but he could understand why. She had stuffed her closets full of clothes and shoes. Other stuff covered every flat space. She’d disabused him of the notion that girls were neater than boys were.

He stepped inside and eyed the familiar mess. Her dresser didn’t have a top, from what he could see. There was only a sea of bottles and tubes. More than any one person could possibly need. True, women’s makeup was a mystery, but seriously.

The bed was only a twin, but a queen wouldn’t have fit. A frilly pink comforter and dozens of stuffed animals covered the silk sheets.

She opened the door to her bathroom and stepped inside. “I’ll sit on the toilet. My razor is in the shower, with the shaving cream. You can start with my underarms, and if that works out, my legs.”

She took a deep breath and started tugging her blouse over her head awkwardly. Josh stepped up and tugged it out of her fingers, pulling it smoothly over her head, taking a quick moment to admire her bra-covered breasts while she couldn’t see him. With her arms over her head, they looked even bigger, which was saying something. Amy was seriously stacked.

Her eyes had narrowed when the blouse finally came off. “Were you staring at my tits?”

“Absolutely not. I’m a professional.”

“You’re a jerk, and of course you were staring. Eyes up.” She sat down.

He found the razor and shaving cream right where she said it would be and set them beside the sink. “Okay, give me the lay of the land. If this is anything like when I shave, you have certain directions that get closer to the skin.”

“I can’t see how you guys stand those thick hairs poking through your skin.” She shuddered and raised her arm. “Be careful. If I bleed, you bleed.”

He knelt down beside her, a process made more difficult by the boner tenting his pants. It was probably better for him if she didn’t see that.

He’d never examined a woman’s pit closely before. Her hair was short, looking like a delicate five o’clock shadow on her gracefully curved flesh. Her delicate feminine scent was making his dick as hard as an iron bar.

Noting the direction the hairs ran, he turned on the water, making it hot, but not scalding. The hairs scratched against his fingers as he dampened them and spread a little shaving cream.

The process of shaving her underarm was a lot more erotic than he expected. The soft sound of the razor, the smoothness of her skin under his touch. The swell of her breast right there in front of his face.

He used a damp washrag to clean her skin. A last run of his fingers only found a couple of spots needing a second pass. When he finished, he leaned far enough forward to see her face.

“How’s that?”

She looked a little flushed. Probably embarrassed. She stood up and examined herself in the mirror. “Better than I expected, actually. I’ll have to face the sink for you to get my other side.”

Her eyes locked on his crotch when he stood up, her eyes widening before she scowled at him. “Jesus! You’re turned on!”

“Seriously? You think I’m a saint? Of course I’m turned on! You’re hot, and this is sexy. Don’t worry. I’ll control my lust.”

He held her elbow while she sat down and repeated the process on her other armpit. When he was finished, he and his hand had an appointment.

Amy eyed him a bit uncertainly before standing up. He brushed her hands aside and undid her belt. “Just think of this as my reward for helping you out.”

Her eyes rolled, but she didn’t club him with a cast. “You are such a pervert. I’m your freaking stepsister and you want to undress me. You’ll probably run back to your room and beat off.”

His only answer was a smile. He undid the button to her jeans and slowly lowered her zipper, revealing a slice of heaven. In this case, heaven was a pair of silky black panties. He tugged her jeans until the fell to the floor, never taking his eyes off her.

“Hello? Eyes up here. It’s rude to stare at my underwear.”

He reluctantly moved his eyes to her face. “It’ll be hard to shave you without looking.”

She sighed. “Fine. I must be crazy. Stare all you want, just as long as you get busy.” She explained how best to cover her legs and leaned back to let him work.

He tried to focus on her legs, but his eyes kept darting up to her cloth-covered mound. The lavender scent of her body wash made his cock even more sensitive. He’d better be careful, or he might pop a load in his pants.

Her feet were unexpectedly dainty. He started at her calves and worked up to her knees. The higher he climbed, the easier it was to get lost staring between her legs. He could clearly see the outline of her pussy through the fabric. He noticed a slightly musky scent and wondered if that was her sex.

If he thought her armpits had been an erotic adventure, her legs were ten times better. The touch of her soft skin made his mouth water. The sound of her breathing seemed to match his heartbeat, which was racing. She would never admit it, but he thought this was turning her on.

Once he reached her knees, she had no choice but to spread her legs to give him better access. That brought her pussy into full view. He could see the shape of her lips through the cloth and the musky smell was stronger.

She reached down and tapped her mound with one finger. “Up periscope, perv. You’ve stared at the goods long enough. Shave.”

He had no idea how long he’d been staring, but it hadn’t been long enough.

Josh pulled her to the edge of the toilet so he could get all her exposed skin. The outer legs were interesting, but the fun started when he started on her inner thighs.

His position made him all too aware of how close his face was to her pussy. Close enough to imagine going down on her. And close enough to see the damp spot on her panties.

She was getting into it!

He enjoyed every second of shaving her upper legs, taking care to get every sensitive spot possible under his blade and then his fingers as he searched for rough spots. Her breathing definitely got a bit ragged when his fingertips brushed her mound. The wet spot got bigger, too.

She would probably be taking care of business later, too.

Josh paused while he considered that. The cast only left the ends of her fingers exposed. That would make it hard to reach where she would have to get, especially since she couldn’t bend her wrists. He didn’t think she could manage.

He also thought she would club him to death if he offered to help with that little task, too, so he kept his mouth firmly shut.

“There. I think I got everything.” He visualized her in her skimpy suit and frowned. “Wait a second. Where’s your suit?”

“It’s hanging on the back of the door. Why?” Her voice was a little shaky.

He set the razor down and found the suit. It was even skimpier than he remembered. He held up the bottoms for her to look at. “These are a lot narrower than your panties.”

“So what…” Her voice trailed off as what he was getting at hit her. “No.”

“If you wear this, you’ll have a nice little strip of hair poking out the sides.”

She licked her lips. “And you think that means you get to shave me there? You have lost your mind.”

“Do you have another suit?”

She shook her head.

“Then you have to make the call. A little extra trim or you look like Sasquatch.”

“Oh, and you have no horse in this race? You just want to see my pussy.”

“Your panties don’t leave much to the imagination, so I’ve already seen your pussy. A little more skin and you’re done.”

He continued when she still looked torn. “Look, let’s not bullshit. You’re turned on, too. Stopping now won’t change that.”

Amy swallowed noisily, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “I knew I was going to regret this.” She opened her eyes and glared at him. “This is all your fault.”

“Of course it is. Look, no one ever has to know.”

Amy sighed again. “This is humiliating.” She spread her legs. “Get it over with.”

He stopped the grin before it made it onto his face, picked up the razor, and knelt between her legs again. His palms spread her legs as wide as they would comfortably go, vastly improving his view of her pussy through the thin fabric. The lips of her pussy were clearly visible, and he thought they might be bigger than they were a few minutes ago. The wet spot certainly was.

The next bit was tricky. If he moved too much cloth, she would balk. If he touched anything more than absolutely necessary, she might even kick him. But he would finally be touching her in a sexual way. She might never say anything, but he knew she was horny because of him. That would tide him over many lonely nights.

His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties on one side and pulled them back half an inch, exposing both the stubble from her last shave and a few long, curly hairs. She felt as hot as a furnace under his fingers. A glance up revealed she had her eyes closed and her mouth a bit open.

The shaving cream was incredibly fun to spread around the edge of her panties, especially since applying it made her squirm. He took special care to be gentle as he shaved the exposed part of her mound.

The heel of his hand brushed her pussy as he switched to the other side, making her gasp. He froze, but she didn’t say anything. The damp heat against his hand raised his desire to even higher levels. He pretended not to notice where his hand was resting and started shaving her other side.

She didn’t speak until he was done. “That…that was okay. I was thinking, maybe you should finish.” She sounded breathless.

His heart froze in his chest. “Are you serious?”

Her answer was to raise her hips.

No way was he arguing. He set the razor down, hooked his fingers around the waist of her panties, and slowly pulled them down.

Her pussy was just as pretty as he’d imagined, with light brown hairs covering it just enough to shade the red, puffy lips of her pussy. It opened a little like a flower as he watched.

“Okay, this is totally different than me shaving. What do I need to do?”

“There are some scissors in the drawer. Get close with that. Be very careful, and go slowly. Start with everything away from…you know.”

“Your pussy? I think it’s okay to say the word.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re getting pretty full of yourself. If I could use my hands, I’d do you next.”

“You can do me any time you like.”

She closed her eyes. “Dammit, I walked right into that.”

He smiled as he dug out the scissors. This was already turning into the day of his dreams, and it might get better, if he played his cards right.

He ran his hand across her mound, reveling in the feel if her pubic hair across his palm.

She gasped. “Josh!”

“Did that feel good?” He didn’t wait for her to respond before starting to trim her curly hair as close to her skin as possible. She gasped a wiggled a little, especially when he got close to her pussy lips.

He held his breath when he finished, and brushed his fingertips down her slit. She gasped and bit her lip, but didn’t stop him.

That emboldened him and he took his time spreading the shaving cream across her mound. By the time he had her ready, she was not quite able to keep her soft moans to herself. Her hips twitched every time he came near her clit.

Shaving the stubble off her mound had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever done. Her breathing went all ragged, and her body kept twitching. Her legs slid as wide open as she could get them, and he could see a little way down the pink tunnel beside his hand.

Amy licked her lips when he finished wiping her off with the washcloth. “You’re not done yet. There are a bunch of little hairs on my labia. Please be careful.”

He almost stopped breathing. She really wanted him to touch her pussy. It was a dream come true.

The scent of her arousal was unmistakable when he got closer. Her lips were hot and moist under his fingers as he spread her wide, looking for the almost invisible hairs in all the awkward places. A dab of cream and a slow slide of the razor here and there set her to quaking. That made the task very challenging, but a massive turn on.

When he couldn’t find any more hair, he knew the moment of truth had arrived. If she didn’t really want him to do more, she’d hurt him.

He brushed the tip of his index finger across the top of her slit, making her moan. When she didn’t say anything, he started rubbing her in slow circles. He watched her face as he played with her pussy. Her eyes stayed closed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Her voice was almost too soft for him to hear.

“Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes were unfocused when she opened them, but he could see a hint of her usual fire in their depths.

“I think you know what I want. I want to come. It’s been weeks, and I’m going crazy.”

He ran his finger down her slit, until it sank into her depths. Molten fire gripped his digit and squeezed. He worked it inside her and watched her shiver and moan. A second finger made her squirm even more. He quickly found a rhythm she liked, fucking her with two fingers while his thumb rubbed her clit.

“Does that feel nice?”

“God, yes! My pussy is on fire. I had no idea it would be so sensitive. You feel so good. Go faster.”

He sped up a little and kissed her inner thigh as he brought her higher and higher. When she was almost ready to come, he slowed down. That got her attention.

“You bastard! Don’t do this to me. Make me come.”

“I will. I just need to know you’ll take care of me when I’m done.”

“Josh, I can’t use my hands!”

“You don’t need them for this.” He leaned down and swiped his tongue across her clit. She jerked as if he’d electrocuted her. He dug between her folds with the tip of his tongue, teasing her nub.

“Jesus! Eat me, and I’ll do it. Please!”

He spread her pussy with his fingers and started exploring her with his tongue. The musky scent of her and the tangy flavor made every movement of his cock in his pants pure torture. His previous girlfriend wouldn’t go past third base, but she had educated him on how to go down. His stepsister clearly approved.

In just a few minutes, she almost clubbed him unconscious trying to grab his head, crying out and gushing nectar onto his tongue. He plunged two fingers into her depths and enjoyed the crushing sensation of her muscles contracting as she came.

He pulled back before she became too sensitive, kissing his way slowly up her stomach. He paused at her belly button and teased it, enjoying the salty sweat that had gathered in its depths. He looked up and watched her watch him as he made his way toward her bra-covered breasts.

This was certainly going the opposite direction from where things were supposed to go. He had gone down on her without ever having see her tits or kissing her.

He reached around her and fumbled a bit with her bra, finally popping it loose. He brought his hands in front of her and slid them under the fabric to cup her firm globes. She arched her back and moaned.

It took a bit of finesse to get the straps past her casts, but he finally dropped it beside her panties. Her tits were everything he had imagined: large, firm, and they had the cutest little brown nipples.

She groaned when he took one in his mouth, chewing on it gently. “Yes…that’s it. Suck my nipple. That feels so good.”

Josh took his time exploring every inch if her flesh, licking, kissing, and sucking. By the time he worked his way up to her neck, she was trembling again.

Her neck turned out to be incredibly sensitive. She gasped and moaned as he kissed her. Her earlobes and the spot just under her jaw were particularly susceptible.

“Do me again, Josh. Finger me till I come. I’m so close.”

He slid his hand back down to rub her clit while he licked her neck, and she came almost instantly. He teased her ear while she writhed in pleasure. When she came back down, he kissed her on the mouth, parting her lips with his tongue. She kissed him back aggressively, forcing her tongue into his mouth and dueling with him. The taste of her was indescribably sensual.

She broke the kiss after a minute and looked at him with eyes filled with desire. “This won’t be comfortable for either of us. Help me up.”

Josh stood and helped his beautiful, naked stepsister to her feet. She walked out the door with a swish to her hips, emphasizing her curves and her killer ass.

Amy sat on the edge of her bed and rested her casts on her legs. “Much better. If you’ll do the honors?”

His heart raced as he stood in front of her, trying to get his pants to unzip. His cock was doing its best to bust out on its own, which slowed progress.

Her eyes danced with laughter as she watched his struggle. She leaned forward and blew hot air through the denim.

Her hot breath sent a shock through his system, but he managed to pull the zipper down. Feeling a little self-conscious, he fished his cock out of his underwear.

She smiled. “Nice. Why didn’t someone tell me my brother was hung like a horse?”

“We both know that isn’t true, but thanks.”

Amy opened her mouth and swiped her tongue across the head of his cock, capturing the bead of precum that head leaked out. “Mmm. You have nothing to feel ashamed about.”

She tilted her head and licked his length like a lollipop. “You smell nice, and taste even better. Remember I can’t control your depth, so don’t push too hard, or I’ll choke.”

The combination of her mouth and her words made his cock twitch. He didn’t even know if his legs would support him when she swallowed him.

Her mouth scorched his flesh when she took his head between her lips, sucking it gently and rubbing the underside of his cock with her tongue. She moaned, and the vibration shot through him to his fingertips. She started a shallow bobbing motion, taking a few inches of him into her mouth.

Even without her hands, she gave better head than his last girlfriend had. He was already on the verge of coming. He wanted this to last, so he thought of math problems. That was usually good to keep him from getting there too quickly.

That didn’t work this time. His mind kept coming back to how good his stepsister’s mouth felt as she blew him. The way she looked up into his eyes didn’t help, either. The lust was plain in them.

She pulled back. “I’m going to take you all the way. Hands down.”

He hadn’t even realized he had his hands on her head, guiding her as she sucked his cock. He dropped them to his sides.

Amy took a deep breath, and took him deep. She swallowed and took him halfway down. Her lips writhed as she kept swallowing. She ate his cock until her lips settled around the base of his cock. She looked up at him with those doe eyes, her nose buried in his pubic hair, and stuck her tongue out to lick his balls.

He almost lost it right there, watching her smile around his meat, but he managed to hold off. She pulled back slowly, her teeth gently scraping his flesh as she withdrew.

“I didn’t think I could manage that. I love deepthoating. And licking a man’s balls.”

She ducked under his cock and sucked one of his sensitive balls into her mouth while his shaft rubbed her cheek. He’d never felt anything like it. She licked and sucked his balls until they were wet with her saliva.

He ran his hands down her arms as she did the most intimate thing anyone had ever done to him with their mouths.

After a few minutes, she pulled back and looked up at him. “I can suck you off, or you can fuck me, if you have a condom.”

He almost broke his neck trying to run with his pants around his ankles. A couple of stumbling kicks sent them into the hall, and he sprinted for his room. Seconds later, he returned with the box.

Amy smiled as she pushed herself back on her bed, brushing some of the stuffed animals to the floor. “Get naked, Josh. I want to feel every inch of you pressed inside of me. Hurry.”

If there was a Guinness World Record for getting naked, he broke it. His trembling fingers dropped the package twice before he tore it open and sheathed his cock in latex.

She had the grace not to laugh. Her smile was more hungry than humorous. She spread her legs lewdly. “Get over here and fuck your sister.”

He knelt between her thighs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit to lubricate it. She moaned and thrust her hips, trying to help him slip inside her. When the angle felt right, he pushed forward and sank into her steamy depths.

“Oh, God!” she cried, as he pressed his body against hers, every inch of them touching.

“It’s been too long. I should’ve snuck into your room instead of brushing you off. If I knew how well you could eat pussy, I would have.”

“I’m not adverse to the idea. You wouldn’t even need to sneak tonight. We could take our time.”

“That’s later. Fuck me hard and fast, little brother.”

He grinned. They didn’t share any blood, but the taboo thought still made his cock jump. “I’m only a month younger than you.”

Her answer was to wrap her legs around his waist and squeeze.

His lips found hers, and he kissed her deeply, fucking her with short, sharp thrusts. Her legs loosened a little, letting him pull almost out of her and plunge back inside her with smooth power.

She cried out in pleasure every time he bottomed out inside her. The sound of their flesh slapping together was sexy as hell. It pushed him toward the edge fast, but he kept pushing it back. He wanted her to come first. Her pleasure was the key to his, especially if he wanted this situation to repeat.

The sensations of her body moving against his made that very hard: her legs holding him close, his thighs rubbing against hers, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, her nipples trying to dig a hole in his skin, her mouth wet and hungry on his and her tight, hot pussy clenching his cock tight with every thrust.

Even though it was close, she came first, crushing him inside and out as she thrashed about in unspeakable pleasure. He slammed his cock into her, enjoying the nasty, wet squishing her pussy made as he plunged into it. He felt that moment of no return drawing close. “I’m going to come.”

Her eyes snapped open. “Come on my face!”

Josh pulled out of her, ripped the condom off, and crawled up her body just in time to come. His hand hardly touched his cock before it shot stream after stream of white cum onto her face as she lay there with her eyes closed and mouth open.

The first rope of cum landed on her nose, the second straight into her mouth, and the rest left her cheeks a sticky, gooey mess. She made a big show of coating her tongue with his seed before swallowing it.

“I can’t see or use my fingers, so you need to feed me the rest of your cum with your fingers. Just scoop it in.”

He gathered some of it with his finger and slid it into her mouth. She promptly sucked it clean as if she was giving it a blowjob. He repeated the process until the last of it was gone, leaving a sticky residue.

She opened her mouth. “Cock, please.” She sucked it dry, and licked it clean with a moan.

He climbed off the bed on shaky legs and used his undershirt to make sure her eyes were free and clear before wiping her face clean. When he was done, she smiled up at him, her eyes soft with satisfaction.

“This was definitely a good idea. My pussy is so sensitive; I thought my head was going to explode.”

Josh snuggled against his stepsister and kissed her deeply, tasting himself, but not minding. “You sure know how to treat family, big sister. You feel up to going another round?”

She smiled. “Hell, yes, but you can’t wear me out too much. We have a pool party to go to tomorrow morning. I can’t swim, but I bet you can distract me.”

“Won’t that start everyone to talking?”

“Fuck ‘em. We’re not related.”

“You say that until our parents find out. Besides, I’d rather you fuck me.”

Amy smiled lazily. “Suit up and come to big sister.”