Serendipity

I hate the Christmas season, or rather I hate the social side of things, or rather I do now when I discovered that after my partner left, I had no friends and my family were elsewhere in the world. The people I thought were my friends were actually my ex's friends, and the social life I had pretty much revolved around her. So, all I had left was work, a few acquaintances and a boring life when I wasn’t working. Yes, there is the work’s social club, and I often go to their activities, but more often than not, I feel like a fifth wheel. Now I was facing the prospect of the work’s Christmas party in a pretty flash restaurant near the Harbour Bridge of Auckland, New Zealand and turning up alone without a date/friend and getting the usual looks as if everyone expects me to drink myself silly and start a fight (I doubt they actually thought that, but it’s how I feel they view me.) Me? I’m a lift engineer. All I do is maintain lifts running in all buildings and ensure they break down as little as possible. Occasionally I’m called upon to answer a breakdown call, particularly on my round. Once every sixth day I’m on call throughout the night from 16:30 to 08:00 or twenty-four hours if it’s a weekend or public holiday. There are usually two of us on call, well, three if you count the supervisor. However, it’s rare for him to get involved unless it’s a severe breakdown and a key customer. First call and backup are how it goes with the guy on first call fielding the out-of-hours calls, which can either be zero or overwhelming and if necessary passing them on to the second guy as there’s no pattern to a breakdown.

***

Tonight, I was on the first call, and it was fairly quiet. There were only three jobs so far, and it was looking like I might get a full night’s sleep. I’d just undressed and slipped into bed when, with impeccable timing, the phone went off.

“After hours, Marie here, got an entrapment for you,” came the ridiculously cheerful tones of the young lady who manned, with others, an independent out-of-hours service for the company (and a good few other companies, too).

“Sure, where,” I replied politely; it wasn’t their fault.

“NZ housing, Grey Street between fourth and fifth, she thinks,” came the answer. “Er... she’s in a wheelchair and is panicking a little; I’m staying on the phone with her.”

“On my way, I’ll be twenty minutes tops,” I replied before hanging up and pulling my clothes back on.

Entrapments are a priority; if we’re in the middle of something and one comes in, we’re expected to make things safe and rescue them. There are no excuses. Getting someone out of a lift is often easy enough. We have a key that opens the landing doors and can open the lift car doors to allow people to climb out. That’s assuming the lift is near a floor, naturally. If not, we can often drive it from the top of the lift to a floor, or, if it won’t move, release the brake on the motor and allow the car to move up or down (depending on the weight of the people in it) to a floor. The worst nightmare is a balanced load where the car won’t move, but that’s so rare that few lift engineers have run across it.

The drive-in was quick, traffic was minimal, and although I had to pick up the emergency access keys from the office, I made good time. Judging by the partial darkness on some of the buildings, it looked like a phase had blown on the electrics somewhere, and that usually meant the lifts stopped. Still, I was inside the building and managed to climb the stairs to get to the fifth floor before the twenty-minute mark.

I opened the landing doors and saw that the car was between floors, so I carefully opened the car doors.

“Hi. Lift engineer. Soon have you out,” I said loudly and confidently.

“Where the fuck have you been?” came an aggrieved tone.

“I had to get keys, but I’m here now,” I replied, sticking my head down to see a blotchy-faced middle-aged lady in a wheelchair.

“Been hours,” she replied hotly.

“Twenty minutes since I got the call,” I answered.

“Liar!”

‘Oh hell, one of those’, I mentally sighed.

Most people stuck in a lift, even the drunks, tend to be happy you got there and are going to let them out. Occasionally, some will have a medical emergency, such as a panic attack or asthma episode, and require the ambulance people to step in with me. Some, though, don’t like the claustrophobia or the heat/humidity and are generally bad-tempered buggers to begin with. They tend to be trouble; sometimes we keep them there until we get a police presence just in case. I made a judgment call and decided that a lady in a wheelchair was unlikely to get physically aggressive or, at worst, I could retreat to the stairs, so I decided to remain polite.

“Well, I’ll get you out as soon as I can. Don’t worry, you’re pretty safe where you are,” I replied. Most people aren’t aware that a lift is the safest mode of transport on the planet, way, way safer than air travel.

“Fuck off and just get me out!”

‘Charming,’ I thought, but I closed the car doors, climbed on top of the car, and switched it to inspection before closing the landing doors, only to find no response, even with the power to all functions made.

Climbing out, I opened the car doors.

“Going to have to go to the motor room and move it from there,” I said. “Won’t be long.”

“I’m going to sue!”

“Do what you like,” I replied with a shrug and started to close the doors again.

“Wait!”

“Yes?”

“I... I’m sorry. I don’t like close spaces, and this is freaking me out,” she said, looking very tearful.

“I’ll do my best. Do you have a phone?”

“Yes, why?”

“Give me your number, and I’ll call you. I’ll leave the inner doors open and the outer ones slightly open, and you can help me out by telling me when the lift is level with the floor,” I replied, though there was a floor-level indicator on the main controls.

“Yeah, I can do that. Thanks,” she replied and gave me a number.

I called her, and she replied. I told her that I was going to have to climb the stairs to get to the top.

“I’ll try not to be too long,” I finished.

“Thanks... I don’t even know your name,” she replied.

“Sam.”

“Evelyn.”

“Nice to meet you, if in difficult circumstances, Evelyn,” I replied as I climbed the stairs.

“Glad you came, even if I was a bit of a ratbag,” she said ruefully.

“Well, you probably have enough problems without this, too,” I chuckled.

“Yeah. Car accident hit and run and some spinal damage, but hopefully repairable with a good surgeon. But until then, I daren’t get out of the chair except to haul myself onto the loo or into bed,” she explained.

“No husband, family to help?” I asked.

“Hubby ran off with his secretary a couple of years ago and went abroad. The kids are down in Christchurch. I was supposed to be working here, but this happened, and I was unable to start and had to be rehoused here as I couldn’t afford my rent,” came a sad voice.

“Couldn’t move back with the kids?”

“No room and tricky for travel.”

“What about friends?”

“New here, got none.”

“Same here. Mine all stayed with my ex.”

“Heard that happens with guys.”

“Did with me,” I chuckled. “OK, got here. Won’t be long.”

“Thanks... er...”

“Yes?”

“Um, I don’t suppose you could get me up to the seventh; only the fifth isn’t much use for me in my current state?”

“Sure, just grab the rubber banana as you head up.”

“Rubber banana?”

“The door stop on the landing floor. It’s keeping the doors open.”

“Oh right, sure.”

“Moving now, I’ll keep it slow.”

“Thanks.” A pause. “Got the banana,” came a giggle.

“I’ll want it back,” I chuckled.

“You’ll have to find it. I’ve hidden it.”

“Someone’s heading for a strip search,” I chuckled.

“Sixth floor, and how terribly rude,” came a prim giggle.

“You’re the one hiding my banana,” I laughed, watching the lift slowly move between floors.

“Oh, if only,” she laughed out loud.

“Should be close now.”

“Yes, and stop, please,” she replied.

“OK, coming down and will unlock the doors for you,” I stated,

“Thanks, Sam. Sorry for being a bitch,” she replied.

“You were stressed, Evelyn, so no worries,” I chuckled as I locked the motor room and hurried down the stairs.

A quick twist of the door lock key enabled Evelyn to wheel herself out of the lift car and onto the landing.

“Oh, thank God!” she breathed.

“I’m sure he helped somewhere,” I chuckled.

“And thanks, Sam,” she added with a slight blush and held out her arms in an invite.

I leaned over and hugged her, finding a kiss on my cheek.

“Got time for a coffee?”

“Yes, just let me close this down with the call centre,” I replied as the lights flickered and the power returned.

“Follow me,” she nodded as I rang the centre and closed the call.

Despite the condition of the building and its reputation of being a haunt for junkies, the flat was neat, below a certain point. There clearly were areas Evelyn couldn’t reach.

“Coffees over there with the kettle, milk’s in the fridge. I need the loo. Might be a little while, so make yourself comfy,” she stated and wheeled herself off through a doorway.

By the time she had sorted herself out, I had two coffees ready. We moved to a lounge area, where I sat on a sofa.

“So, divorced?” she asked.

“If we’d been married, yes,” I replied.

“Do a runner on you?”

“No, we just drifted apart. Got to the stage where we couldn’t live together,” I sighed.

“Sad.”

“Yep, but not as bad as what happened to you,” I replied.

“Yeah. The bastard was fucking his gold-digging secretary for over a year before I found out. I’m supposed to be owed money, but the clever git put the house in a trust and buggered off abroad.”

“So you can’t touch the trust and can’t get support?”

“Yep. Then this, just when I hoped to start a new life,” she added, looking about ready to burst into tears.

“You’ll be back on your feet soon. You said there was a good chance,” I replied, reaching to hold her hand.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I’ve got the strength to go through this again. I can’t even get out to do things, and the people here...” she finished with a shudder.

“I could offer you a house share,” I said on the spur of the moment.

“You don’t know me, Sam.”

“I know you’re a neatness freak,” I chuckled.

“Below six feet, yes,” she giggled.

“You’re easy on the eyes and deserve a decent chance. Plus, I need a friend, too,” I added.

“I can’t say I’m not tempted, but...”

“Besides, it might be the only way to regain my rubber banana.”

“Oh, that,” she replied, handing it back with a grin.

“Damn, I was looking forward to searching you for that.”

“Probably frighten the bejesus out of you if you did; there’s a fair few scars there,” she replied.

“I don’t scare easily,” I chuckled.

“You mean you would?”

“If that’s what you wanted.”

“Oh God, I hardly know you, but it’s been so bloody long,” she said, weighing some odds.

“Um... how would it work if we did?”

“Christ, you’re keen,” she giggled. “I sleep on my back but can’t have anything press on me. Um... if you put me face down on the bed with my legs kneeling on the floor. So long as we’re careful, I think that’ll work.”

“Kind of doggy style?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“You sure,” I asked, standing up.

“No, but it’s the best offer I’ve had in over a year,” she blushed.

We then kissed a slow, long, passionate kiss that soon had a specific part of my anatomy as stiff as a board and Evelyn gasping with plain desire.

“Bedroom!” she said urgently, pointing the way.

I wheeled her through, and she guided the chair to the side of the bed, where there was a lifting frame. Not knowing her technique, I watched as she heaved herself up and over to sit on the edge of the bed, where she began, with the help of the lifting frame, pulling her clothes off.

“Get ‘em off, Sam. This isn’t a strip show,” she giggled as I grinned and pulled my kit off.

Despite the scarring around her legs and abdomen, Evelyn was quite lovely, most of which appeared to be fading. Still firm 36” C-cup breasts high on her chest, a regular mane of red/brown hair above and below with an untrimmed pussy. Blue eyes and full lips, as well as a pleasant personality. Her legs were thin from lack of exercise, but hopefully, that could be fixed later.

“No prize, I know,” she said a little nervously. “Plus, I had no reason to trim.”

“Looks pretty good to me,” I chuckled, glancing down to where my cock stood proudly erect.

“Jeez, looks like they were right when they said a guy would fuck anything with a hole,” she giggled, her eyes never leaving my groin.

“Need a hand to get ready?” I asked with a grin.

“Bit unromantic, I know, but help me down the bed and turn over... gently and slowly,” she replied.

It took a little bit of doing and a bit of time, but eventually, Evelyn was sprawled out with the base of the bed supporting her body and her legs apart on the floor.

“Some lube in the drawer,” she said, pointing.

“Gonna try the old-fashioned method first,” I replied as I got to my knees and slipped my tongue into her valley of delight, finding her a little dry but soon coming to a flow.

“Oh, oh, Sam! Oh fuck!” she squealed out as her legs twitched frantically. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”

Her juices were flowing freely now, so I gently inserted a finger into her, moving it back and forth, feeling her internal muscles rippling over it as the volume of her cries increased even more.

Finally, her hands gripped her quilt, and she gave out a low, powerful moan as her internal muscles clamped down on my finger and gave a delicate shudder of delight.

“Good?”

“Oh, fuck, yes! So much better than my fingers,” she gasped out.

“More?”

“Oh yes! Fuck me now. But please, no pressure on my hips,” came the eager reply as I placed my cock at the entrance to paradise.

I slowly slid into an achingly tight, if well-lubricated, pussy, bringing a moan of delight from Evelyn. Keeping things gentle, I placed my hands on the bed and began some long, firm strokes into her, enjoying the sensation immensely.

“Oh God, I missed this so much,” she admitted softly.

“Me too,” I admitted as well. “Can I cum in you?”

“Yeah, I should be safe,” she replied, looking back with a slight smile.

“Good.”

“Yeah! Feels so good,” came the reply, then, after a pause, “Did you mean it about a house share?”

“Yep. Even if this isn’t going to be a fringe benefit,” I gasped as I felt my climax beginning.

“If you want it, it’s yours, Sam,” she gasped in return.

“I want, I so want!” I moaned as I tried to hold back and prolong the pleasure.

“Me too! Oh fuck, here I go again!”

Evelyn gave another low moan as her body shuddered again, triggering my release into her in a powerful blast that just never seemed to end.

“Oh wow!” I gasped when I could finally get my breath.

“Oh, fucking wow, indeed!” Evelyn agreed.

“So, when can you move in?” I chuckled as I helped her up the bed and handed over a tissue.

“Where do you live?”

“North Shore, Milford.”

“Need to give two weeks’ notice, but I can be moved in over the weekend. If you want me.”

“I want. Taking a chance, I know, but damn woman, you’re a lovely lady.”

“I... I haven’t been called lovely in a long time, Sam,” she said, bursting into tears.

“Some people are blind to the obvious,” I replied, holding her gently.

“I just want to be loved!” she wailed.

“We’ll get there.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

“I... I don’t know why, but I believe you,” she said, snuggling up a little as I covered us with the duvet.

“First things first. I want to take you out on a date,” I chuckled.

“Where?”

“The Wharf. The works’ Christmas do,” I replied, giving her a soft kiss.

“Is it... me friendly?”

“Dunno, but we have a lot of guys who can lift your wheels,” I chuckled.

“OK.”

“We’ll take it from there,” I said with a smile.

“Can you spend the night with me?”

“Yes, unless I get a call.”

“I’d like that.”

“Me too,” I replied and cuddled her in.

I awoke in the morning to a gently snoring Evelyn. I quietly eased myself out of her bed and sorted myself out. By the time I was ready, she was awake and grateful for the coffee.

“I have to go to work, but here’s my key and address if you want to look around. I can sort out your lifting gear tonight if you want to move in,” I said after a few kisses.

“I can get the disability people to sort that,” she replied. “Until then, can you stay with me?”

“Yeah, that works for me,” I replied, seeing the delight in her eyes.

***

It took nearly a week to sort things, but Evelyn moved into my house, finding, to her utter delight, that it was near the shops and the beach as well as Lake Pupuke. She also loved being the centre of some attention at the works do and, although confined to her chair, had a wonderful time.

We grew ever closer as the weeks went by until she finally got the date for her operation, and I sat outside in the waiting room, fretting like mad and hoping things would go well.

Finally, a doctor/surgeon came to see me and gave me the news.

“It went as well as possible. Evelyn will be able to walk again, though only at 90% of her previous dexterity and stride,” he said, to my relief.

“Thank God!” I breathed.

“She’ll need several months of physiotherapy, but that’s covered by the ACC (Accident Compensation Corporation) provisions.”

“Can I see her?”

“Yes, they’re bringing her onto the ward now,” he smiled.

“Hi, Sam,” she said in a sleepy, slurred voice.

“My love,” I greeted her with a beaming smile.

“You love me?”

“Since we first met,” I chuckled, going over an old but always fresh script.

“I love you too,” she replied with a gentle smile.

“I know.”

“Going to be on my feet soon.”

“Yeah.”

“Can try some new, more dignified positions,” she giggled with a wink.

“Hell, I’ve created a monster. Doped out of her gourd and still thinking about sex,” I chuckled. “Anyway, I kind of like the way we do it now.”

“Only cos it got you into my bum once or twice,” she giggled, then laughed out loud.

“Hey, I remember someone begging,” I said with a grin.

“Ooh, you liar!” she replied, a huge grin wreathing her face, her eyes sparkling. “But I’m glad you did.”

“I’m glad you got stuck in that lift.”

“Me too, my love, me too.”

 

In For a Penny

 

It all started a year ago when my stepsister and I decided to go on holiday together. Actually, ‘we’ didn’t decide. I still reckon I was tricked into it, not that I’m complaining… well, not now, as it turned out to be the best decision of my life.

I’d best start at the beginning, though our setup is pretty conventional. My mum and stepdad got together several years ago after their respective divorces. Each brought a child, a boy (me) and a girl, into the marriage. At the time, we were approaching our teens. After a little initial awkwardness, we both got on pretty well; as far as we were concerned, we were like a real brother and sister. I married about ten years ago to a long-standing school friend or childhood sweetheart, I guess you could say. We were both 25 then, and the relationship produced two kids, a boy and a girl. My wife was (and is) a good woman and pretty adventurous in bed, but during the marriage, we got into a rut, leading to us arguing a lot. It was for the usual reasons: not enough money and other family things, though not acrimonious as I still get to see my kids regularly. So, in the end, we just split up, went our ways and got divorced, with both our kids living with their mum. Occasionally, she calls in when her new guy, a long-distance trucker, is away to get an itch scratched that he can’t seem to reach. This suits us both as I get laid regularly by someone I still genuinely like… though no longer love.

Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Sean. I’m 35, just under 6 feet, and my middle-aged spread is beginning to show, probably because I have not eaten that healthily since the wife left. I go out a couple or three times a week, mainly on weekends with my mates, to the pub or club and generally have a good time.

Now, on to my stepsister; she is also married and, I believe, very happy. Her husband is a good bloke who comes out with me at least a couple of times a month, and we get along well.

Her name is Penny. She’s 32 and 5’ 2”, with short blonde hair and 36C boobs (I know this because her husband Phil let it slip when he was drunk one day and a little out of control of his mouth). She likes to laugh but is quite conservative with her hubby around; we are close, as in friendly, these days, but not so close as to be seeing each other daily.

This story begins when I was at home one morning looking at some holiday brochures. There was a knock at my door, and when I answered, there was my stepsister, Penny.

“Hi! How are you?” she said brightly.

“Fine. Come in,” I replied with a grin at seeing her.

So Penny came in, and I ushered her into the living room. She started thumbing through the holiday brochures while I went to the kitchen to make us both a drink.

“Thinking of going on holiday then?” she asked when I took her a cup of coffee,

“Sure am, Sis.”

“So, who are you going with?” she asked.

“Probably on my own,” I replied.

“Oh, that’s sad; you should find someone to accompany you. It’ll be more fun.”

“Like who?” I chuckled. “All my mates are married, and their wives won’t like the idea.”

“Well, I could go with you...”

“You must be joking, Sis. Why would I want my stepsister to go on holiday with me?” I laughed, thinking it had to be a joke.

“I was only saying. Keep your shirt on, Sean,” she replied, clearly a bit put out nevertheless.

“Sorry, Pen,” I answered earnestly, as she did look annoyed. “I’d probably be trying to get laid and wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”

“Oh, yes, sorry, Sean.”

After an hour in which she went over what her daughter, Kirsty, wanted for her birthday, Penny left to pick up her youngest from school, which left me at home alone again and with some peace. We do get on, Penny and I, but I also like my peace. But I felt ashamed at how I’d put my stepsister down about her going with me. But why would I want to go on holiday with my stepsister anyway? The main point of going from my point of view was to get laid a lot with a variety of different women; sharing a room with my stepsister would limit my options immensely. Christ, the last time we went away was with our parents when we were both kids.

So a couple of weeks passed, and I spent the time trying to see if any of my mates could go on holiday with me. The trouble is, all my mates are married, so their wives are not prepared to let them go on holiday with one of their single mates (and for very good reasons, if I am being honest).

I was then invited to my stepsister's BBQ one Saturday afternoon. It was Kirsty’s birthday. I got a taxi to her house, knocked on her door, and was let in by my 14-year-old niece.

“Hi, Uncle Sean,” Kirsty greeted me as she served as the welcoming committee.

“Hello, cheeky, and happy birthday,” came my reply as I handed over the delicate bracelet she’d hinted at. ‘She’s going to be an absolute stunner when she gets older,’ I thought to myself, appraising her developing figure.

“Sean, glad you’re here,” shouted Penny from the back garden as Kirsty thanked me for the gift and then ran off to show her mates. “Go and put your beers in the fridge,” Penny added, which I did. I took one of Phil’s (Penny’s husband) cold beers and went to join the rest in the garden.

Soon, the beer flowed, and we were all having a good time. Phil was cooking, Penny was playing the good hostess to the other guests, and the kids were mostly behaving in the background. At about 10 p.m., most people went home, leaving Penny, a slightly drunk Phil, and me, Kirsty, having gone with one of her friends for a sleepover.

“So, who’s going on holiday with you then, Sean?” asked Penny.

“No one yet, Sis,” I replied.

“Why not?” asked Phil.

“Well, none of the lads can go with this single man. I don’t think their wives trust me not to lead them astray,” I laughed. “Want to come, Phil, or will my stepsister not allow you to?”

“Sorry, Sean. I have work commitments, but I would have loved to go with you,” he replied with a grin. “All those bikini-clad women,” he finished with a leer.

“I told you, Sean, I would go with you,” Penny winked. “Phil wouldn’t mind me going, would you, Phil?”

“No. Penny can go with you, Sean. I trust the both of you,” Phil nodded drunkenly. “Though she might cramp your style.”

“No, I won’t... much,” she giggled.

So, with all the drinking and having a good time, it was agreed that Penny could come away on holiday with me, despite my better judgment. ‘Teach me to get drunk!’ I thought the following morning.

***

The months went by; I booked the flights and hotel. The day came for Penny and I to go on holiday together, and after many hours of flight and transfer to our hotel, we finally got to our room.

The hotel was quiet and not too crowded with people or kids, which is why I chose it. Penny was pleased with our room, which had the usual bath and shower, two single beds, and a pretty good view.

“So, are we ready to explore the area?” I asked as I quickly unpacked my case, and Penny dealt with hers.

“Sure. Let me change first, though, Sean,” she replied and vanished into the bathroom.

We explored the area around our hotel, found some shops to buy water and food, and took in the sights.

During all this, Penny was wearing a tight and relatively short cream top that exposed her midriff, and she did not appear to be wearing a bra. She was also wearing a pair of high-cut shorts, and I must admit she did have a nice pair of legs. All those years of going to a gym had worked for my stepsister; I could not see an ounce of spare fat on her.

We eventually returned to our room to prepare for an evening out in town. I showered first and got ready, followed by Penny.

“Penny, I’ll wait for you downstairs in the bar,” I called to her in the shower.

“OK, Sean, see you there.”

Downstairs, I eyed up a couple of the female guests but had to admit, neither was a patch on Penny, not that that would usually stop me, but with Penny with me, it wasn’t an option, which was the main reason I’d been reluctant to bring her. She was a definite cramp on my style. Eventually, after my second bottle of beer, Penny turned up wearing a simply stunning outfit, tight pink top, which was also off her shoulder and showed off her still perky boobs, along with a very short black skirt, which made her legs look great.

“Penny, you look simply gorgeous,” I complimented her with a slight gulp, knowing I was with the most gorgeous woman in the hotel complex.

“Thanks, Sean. I hope I look OK,” she replied with a slight blush.

The evening went well; we had a good meal and just chatted about our family and things we used to do when we were younger. I did have to be careful, my eyes were constantly drawn to Penny’s boobs and not her face, but I don’t think she noticed or minded. Nor was I bothered about not being drunk and on the prowl for an easy lay, either. If anything, it was fun as we lightly flirted with each other, avoiding anything over the top.

***

The next morning, we decided to spend the day relaxing at the beach. I found us a couple of sun beds and, after a swim, I took my top off and lay down. Penny had just paddled so as not to mess up her hair, she said. She then took her top off to reveal a perfect pair of still perky boobs held in a bikini top and then bent down to take her shorts off to show me her bikini bottoms, making me almost groan in suppressed lust at an absolutely divine rear end. Penny then got on her sunbed and lay on her stomach.

“Sean, will you do me a favour and put some cream on my back? I don’t fancy looking like a lobster,” she requested, then untied her bikini straps. I took a handful of lotion had started to rub it all over my stepsister’s back, glimpsing a side view of her boobs as I did so whilst concentrating heavily on suppressing my burgeoning erection.

After about half an hour, Penny looked at me and said, “Sean, I feel embarrassed to ask you this, but do you mind if I go topless? I know I’m your stepsister, but would it bother you?”

“Penny, if you want to go topless, then be my guest. You might be my stepsister, but you’re also a beautiful woman with a bloody good figure, so why not show it off,” I told her with a slight swallow.

“Aw, thanks, Sean,” she almost purred, and, with that, she rolled over onto her back, sat up and dropped her bikini top to show the world her boobs. And boy, they did not disappoint, as the sudden drool in my mouth told me.

And this is how the holiday continued. Penny always went topless, me putting lotion on her back (which she also did for me) and looking really, really good when we went out in the evening. And yes, for all she’s my stepsister, I was seriously tempted at times as it had been a while, and she was flaunting it a bit when we were out and putting a cramp on my intentions to get laid as often as possible with as many women as possible.

***

Our holiday was coming to the middle of our first week. Nothing had happened between Penny and myself. I was of the opinion she’d scream and run a mile if I did try anything, tempted as I was at times and suspecting she knew the effect she was having on me, although she didn’t let on. Indeed, all there was, was me just getting horny with seeing my stepsister topless, having never seen her boobs before. What with all the sun and beer, it definitely affected me. But with Penny, I just was not sure if she knew or not, and I was becoming increasingly frustrated sexually. I was resorting to shaking hands with myself in the bathroom each night, and yes, Penny was the woman my lurid imagination was fantasising over.

On this day, though, the time had come for our evening out, and Penny looked fantastic as usual. We went to a bar after our meal, and when we were settled in a corner with our drinks, Penny said to me, “Sean, thanks for letting me come away with you. I’ve enjoyed myself.”

“Penny, it’s been my pleasure to have you accompany me, and I must admit I’ve enjoyed seeing you topless,” I replied, a bit embarrassed with my last comment as it was the beer talking.

“Sean! Have you been looking at my tits?” she asked, laughing.

“Well, they’re quite perky, aren’t they?” I chuckled. “And like you didn’t know.”

“36C Sean, and I’m glad you like them,” she grinned. “It’s the first time that I’ve ever been topless. Phil would never let me do it. Like he never lets me do lots of things,” she sighed.

“Like what?” I asked.

“He always moans if I go out with my friends and other things.”

“But why would he moan about you going out with your friends?” I asked in a puzzled tone.

“Well, I suppose it’s because I dress a bit too tarty for Phil’s likes. I do enjoy showing a bit of cleavage, but I don’t get my tits out for the lads if you know what I mean?” she replied, looking slightly flushed.

As there seemed nothing I could add to the conversation, I bought us another drink, and we soon decided to return to the hotel. This time a slightly downcast Penny wanted to hold my hand, to which I did not object. I very much enjoyed having my hand held by a damned good-looking woman, even if she was my stepsister.

We finally got back to our hotel, stopped to have one more drink in the hotel bar and then slowly made our way to our room, both of us having drunk a little more than usual.

“Sean, another drink?” she asked nervously when we got to our room.

“Sure, Sis, why not,” I replied. “So, what is it with you and Phil?” I asked, tackling the subject that was bothering her head whilst holding a nice cold beer in my hand.

“Well, it is all about sex... I want to try things, but Phil is such a cold fish. He never wants to experiment or try anything different,” she told me.

Hearing this from my stepsister made me get really horny, some of it from the drink, but I was also a bit surprised that Penny would ever say things like this. Perhaps it was all the beer she had drunk that evening, though I felt she had been working up to this all night.

“What things are these then, Sis?” I asked carefully.

“Sean, when you were married, did you and Yvonne (my ex) enjoy sex?”

“Yes, we did, Penny, and we did all sorts of things. That was never one of our problems,” I replied with a slight smile.

“Sean, can I cuddle up to you? If you don’t mind?” she asked and came over to me as I stretched out my arms, put them around my stepsister, and gave her what I hoped she thought was a brotherly cuddle, seeing a single tear run down her face.

Penny looked me in the eyes and said, “Sean, you’re a good man. Why have you not found a good woman for yourself?”

“Tonight, I have a very good woman in my arms,” I replied, taking a chance as I squeezed her tight. Then, almost without thinking, I kissed my stepsister on her cheek.

Penny looked at me slightly in wonder and then turned slightly to kiss me on my lips, causing me to open my mouth and slide my tongue into her mouth, which met with no resistance. Both our tongues entwined as one. We finally stopped after a few minutes, both of us slightly flushed but very aroused, too, as we both knew this was going to go a lot further than propriety would generally allow.

“You kiss good, Sean,” she said, panting slightly.

“Not bad yourself, Sis,” I told her, giving her a tight squeeze.

Penny kissed me again, but this time slid her hand onto my cock and gently squeezed it, taking its measure, as it were.

“You sure about this, Sis?” I said, allowing her to back out if necessary, hoping she wouldn’t.

“Sean, I... don’t know, but I just want to enjoy myself without the feeling that I get from Phil that I’m a pervert if I go off menu... so to speak. I want to try things I know he does not want to do. If I’m ever going to do it, I would sooner do it with my stepbrother than some stranger,” she told me. “Plus, you’ll keep your mouth shut about it too. It’s not like you’d dare tell anyone, is it?”

“True, and if that’s what you want, Penny, I’ll do it with you. But what do you want to do? Please tell me, as it could be a great turn-on for me, Sis,” I asked, trying not to dance around the room at the opportunity of a lifetime that had been staring me in the face for so long, and I’d been too blind to notice.

“I want to try bum sex and also to suck cock and swallow cum,” she rushed out with a significant blush.

“Penny, bloody hell, is that all you want?” I chuckled. “Most normal guys would love you to do that for them.”

“My dear brother, if only you knew what a sheltered life Phil and I lead,” she sighed. “No, I’ve never done anal or sucked or swallowed cum because he thinks it’s all dirty and nice people don’t do those sorts of things. So, if I’m ever going to do them, this is my chance. Sean, I want you to be the man to give it to me, and I must admit it would be the biggest turn-on ever for me to fulfil my ambition to do this and for it to be my very own brother. Yes, I know it would almost be incest, but who cares because I fucking don’t at the minute.”

I was shocked at all this and thought the drink must have made her say these things now that we had broken the dam, not that I was objecting, however.

I took a mouthful of my beer and looked at Penny before saying to her, “Penny, if you are sure, then, yeah, let’s do it.”

Penny rolled over to face me and passionately kissed my lips as I started to run my hands through her soft hair. She then slid her tongue into my mouth to gently box with mine as our passions exploded. She soon started to probe deeper into my mouth, swirling her tongue around mine and making soft moans as she did so. I then started to slide my hands down to those boobs that had tempted me so for the last week and which were still unencumbered with a bra, then gave them a slow squeeze. Penny broke away from our kiss, stood up, and reached for her top. Then, she pulled it over her head to show them to me, all nicely brown due to her topless sunbathing that had distracted me. I reached up and palmed them, feeling their softness and also the rising of her nipples at my manhandling of her bounty.

“Sean, suck them, please. I want you to suck on them!” she moaned.

I lifted my face up to them and slowly started to lick and suck on Penny’s nipples, making sure to get them harder and more erect, as well as causing her to moan louder in ecstasy.

Penny then leaned forward and, putting her arms behind my back, grabbed hold of my top and pulled it off over my head, forcing my mouth away from her nipples. She then bent down to kiss me hard on my lips and made her way down my body, kissing delicately and lovingly.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned as the feelings invoked were exquisite.

She slowly made her way down my body; all the time, I could feel her hard nipples trailing their way on my naked flesh, and when she got to my shorts, she just grabbed them and pulled them off. I was now naked in front of my stepsister. Penny placed her hand on my cock and slowly started to move it up and down. Her actions made me harder and harder.

“You like that, brother. I can tell,” she said to me with a smile.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped.

Then she did what I thought would never happen between us despite my recent lurid fantasies. She took my hard cock and slowly placed her lips around it, and gradually started to feed it into her mouth until her lips were brushing my pubic hair. I was in so deep. I could feel it going down her throat. Never had any woman given me a deep throat before, and I now knew what I had been missing, as well as hoping for it to happen again. A couple of times, Penny gagged on my cock while deep-throating me, but she never said a word all the time. She just worshipped my cock.

“Pen, you’ll have to stop, or I’m going to cum,” I warned her.

“Hmmmm,” she almost purred, causing her throat to vibrate. Immediately, I went over the top and blasted my seed down her throat. She swallowed every drop of it.

“Oh, my, fucking, God!” I gasped, still trembling from what had to be my best orgasm ever.

“Mmmm, one down, one to go,” she giggled.

“Lie down, Sis. I want to see your pussy,” I demanded. I was determined to treat her as well as she’d treated me.

Penny rolled over onto her back in the centre of the bed. I got up, knelt and took hold of her short skirt. I pulled it down her legs to reveal a pair of white panties. I took hold of these and very slowly pulled them down her bronzed legs to finally reveal a beautiful, shaven pussy amidst the startlingly pale white where she’d worn her bikini bottoms. I moved down and placed my mouth over her entrance to paradise. With my tongue, I slowly lapped at this opening, swirling over her clit and trying to make her climax as well as she’d managed for me. Penny’s response was to open her legs as far as she could and place them over my shoulders. I was now looking down my stepsister’s wet and gaping hole. I pushed my tongue as far down her pussy as I could and licked and sucked. All the time, I was using my thumb on her clit.

“Sean, oh fucking hell. Oh my God. Phil would never do this for me. Oh, Jesus Christ, that’s so fucking good! Don’t stop! Please, don’t you fucking stop!” she gasped as her pussy was now extremely wet, and she smelt wonderfully of a woman in heat as she orgasmed again and again under me. “Fuck me, Sean. Oh, just fucking fuck me, NOW!” she eventually demanded.

I got up from my stepsister’s pussy and, standing up, took hold of my now hard again cock and walked on my knees towards my stepsister. Taking hold of my cock, I slowly rubbed it up and down the entrance to her pussy, teasing her slightly.

“Please, Sean, don’t tease me. Just put the fucking thing in me. I want your hard cock up my CHUFF NOW!” and with that, I pushed hard. My cock was now up to my balls in my gorgeous stepsister’s pussy, and, fuck, she was wet and achingly tight for a woman who has had two kids.

I slowly moved my cock in and out of her pussy and leant over and kissed and sucked on her hard nipples, and then I moved up to kiss my stepsister on the lips.

“Sean, that feels great, but please, just give it to me hard. I need it hard!” she broke our kiss to demand.

I took my stepsister at her word and started to pound harder and harder. Penny lent up under me to rake her nails down my back, digging deep into my skin. “Yes, yes, you fucking bastard. That’s it. Make me come!” she gasped, her eyes almost rolling back into her head.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Sis!” I moaned as the feelings generated by my cock raking her pussy were becoming overwhelming.

“Cum for me, bro. Cum for me!” she demanded as my cock became almost painfully hard. I exploded inside her just as she reached another climax of her own.

I just held her there as we both came down from a lustful high. With sweat pouring off us, we kissed tenderly in the afterglow of a highly satisfying fuck. Also, to my amazement, I felt my cock returning to stiffness again. I simply could not get enough of Penny, and I knew it was mutual as she was squeezing my now resurgent cock with her internal muscles.

“Sean, I want you to fuck my bum now. I want it up my bum,” she moaned.

“OK, Sis, my pleasure.”

“Sean, I’ve never done anal, so what position do you want me to be in?” she asked as I withdrew my now stiff cock and got off her.

“Just place yourself face down and put your head on the pillow like you would do for doggy style,” I replied. “I’ll use the sun cream for lube.”

Penny got in this position as I dribbled sun cream onto her back entrance and carefully lubed her up before dribbling it on myself. I made sure everything was as slippery as I could get it. Then I moved forward, took hold of my cock and placed it carefully at the entrance to her anal sphincter. I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her and kept pushing until Penny had taken the whole length of my cock. She gasped and wiggled delicately in response. I was somewhat amazed that she’d never tried to stop me or ask me to hold still for a moment.

“You OK, Sis?” I asked her.

“Y... yes. It hurts a bit, Sean, but please don’t stop, as it feels so good, too,” she moaned.

So I carefully began thrusting my cock in and out of her. For her first anal experience, I was surprised how she just took the whole length of it up with no complaints, just soft moans and gasps of delight. She had reached under herself and was bringing herself off constantly with her fingers. The ecstasy built for me, and I realised I was not going to last that much longer.

“God, Penny, I’m going to cum soon, girl. I can’t keep this up. Do you want me to cum in there?” I gasped.

“Yeah, cum for me, bro,” she crooned.

I pushed into her as far as I could go and felt my ejaculation begin.

“Fucking hell, Penny. Here it comes, girl!” I gasped hoarsely, after which I felt my balls erupt and all my cum shoot out into her forbidden depths, giving her a first anal experience to remember.

“Sean, that was great. I don’t think, you’ve had a shag for a while, the amount you’ve been pumping out,” she giggled once we had our breath back. “Can’t remember the last time I did it three times in a row either, come to that.”

“Well, it’s been a while, sis, but what a fuck you are!” I replied in awe. “Never taken anyone round the world before either.”

“Round the world?”

“Three ports of access, three injections of cum,” I chuckled, seeing her eyes light up with mirth.

“Oh, I see,” she giggled. “Ready to go again?” she asked with a smile and a blush.

“I shouldn’t be,” I chuckled and glanced down. “But hell, yes!”

And so we made love... actually, we fucked for the rest of the night, delighting in each other until we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms in the wee small hours of the morning.

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I'm not sure what our relationship will be like when we get home. But Penny plans for it to continue as she wants to feel my cum dripping from her pussy regularly. To do this, she intends to periodically call in on her brother to make some new experiences. Despite the forbidden nature of our relationship, she just loves being fucked into by me, as she can release her inner slut and not feel any shame in doing so.

 

 

The Comforts of Home

I noticed my stepdaughter's posture as she sat in the car next to me. Her knees were at an angle towards me, close to the gear stick on the car, though as I was in fifth, not too close, yet close enough to stir those old familiar and unwanted feelings. She was dressed in her usual manner: blouse and short skirt showing her lovely legs off. Despite trying to keep my eyes on the nighttime road, it was very distracting as the streetlights flashed by.

Her conversation covered her days at university and how she was looking forward to coming home and seeing her Mum again... yet I barely heard as my concentration was focused on ignoring the lecherous feelings she was again causing his mind to envision.

At 21, Kirsty was a fully mature, lovely blonde young lady, vivacious and full of life, but my thoughts as ever strayed back to the time she hit puberty shortly after I moved in with her Mum and watched a gangly young girl change into a young adolescent and so began the lust for her body I always tried to hide and conceal.

My partner Vicky often asked me why I didn't give her hugs and cuddles, and I always made the (truthful) excuse about not wanting to come over as the pervy stepdad. Indeed, Vicky believed me and sympathised, though I suspect she'd be shocked at the thoughts racing through my mind at times involving Kirsty and all I wanted to do to her... willingly or not. Yet I knew that Kirsty knew how I felt when I watched her in her short skirts and tight tops; she often mentioned to her Mum about me staring at her at times, though my excuse held that I was simply proud of how she was turning out. Although Kirsty, I believe, suspected my thoughts, she eventually simply accepted them and left me to stew with my conscience and my fantasies as I never dared to act upon them and have my world come crashing down around me.

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