Marc was grumbling internally as he leaned his head on the window by the front passenger seat.
His father, Peter, was quiet, but in good spirits compared to Marc, focusing on the road and also knowing that there wasn't anything much to discuss.
That didn't mean Marc was any happier about it.
Especially since he barely knew this woman. He'd only met her once before at his 19th birthday just a month back, a taller Hispanic woman in her thirties like his dad, in a tight grey business suit that didn't help much in hiding her curves. She had her hair tied in a pony tail then and her eyes were obscured behind glasses. Or rather, Marc barely paid attention to her then despite her admittedly bombshell looks.
Maria Callisto was her name. A rather bizarre surname to Marc, but frankly, the idea that she was now her step-mother was more of a crazy thing to him.
That still didn't alleviate much of Marc's discontent.
Mostly because Maria had her own daughter, whom he'd never met before. And he wasn't sure what he was going to make of having a sister, 'in-law' or otherwise.
After a while, his dad spoke.
"I know you're not happy about this," he said as politely as he could. "It's a big change, and you don't know her all that well. But try to stay positive, yeah? You're an adult, things like this shouldn't be hard to adjust to."
"Barely an adult," Marc retorted. "But you don't need to tell me, dad. I'm not gonna object to your relationships."
"Object, no, but handle? That's what I'm worried about," his dad responded. "This will be the first time you've been in a full family, for lack of a better term."
"First time for everything, right?" Marc said, managing a thin smile, his father returning the same, but it was obvious to both that Marc wasn't quite so enthusiastic.
The conversation died down and the rest of the drive was in silence, until they pulled up to a two storey house in some upper middle class neighbourhood. It had a small lawn out front with a paved stone path leading to the front door. It was a fairly blocky building, one of those semi-artsy 'modern' architectural homes with overhanging awnings over the second floor balcony overlooking the street, with half the lower floor taken up by a two-car garage, though even then the ground floor seemed plenty spacious. There were windows everywhere, but he couldn't see inside because all the blinds seemed drawn.
They pulled up onto the concrete driveway, and Marc and Peter both got out, stretching their limbs.
"Well, we're here," Peter said.
"Fun," Marc grumbled. His father didn't answer and instead made for the door, Marc in tow. Peter already had a key given to him by his new wife, so he didn't bother announcing himself until he had unlocked the door and gone inside.
"Maria?" he called out.
"I will be down in a moment," came a rich voice, soft yet inexplicably commanding. It made Marc feel weird, especially knowing she was now his step-mother.
He looked around; the place was 'fancy' by his standards, but ultimately nothing too crazy for an upper middle class home with a 'modern' look; white walls with glass and steel furniture and railings for the staircase leading to the second floor, just off to the left of the entrance, with a door further leading to the garage. To the right was an open-plan lounge room, with a hall going directly ahead.
The floor was made of polished wood panelling, possibly faux, but Marc couldn't tell with his shoes on. There were small lights embedded in the walls, whilst the other fixtures were low-energy bulbs in frosted housings.
Overall, the aesthetic was simple and 'modern'. Minimalist.
Marc admittedly liked it, he hated 'busy' buildings.
He heard steps from the stairs and he saw Maria coming down, once again in a tight grey business suit, albeit bare foot inside the house, showcasing her polished toenails.
Why anyone would bother polishing their toenails, Marc would never know, not when Maria probably spent most of the day in some office wearing shoes.
Either way, even with a business suit, Maria would turn heads with her shapely figure and her looks; she had that air of maturity, but she was a bombshell with perfect features. She wasn't wearing glasses this time, so Marc could see her eyes properly, and he found them strangely striking, bright brown in colour but they didn't seem bland at all. Her hair was still in a pony tail, but it seemed shiny and bright like she'd just recently shampooed it.
She smiled broadly upon seeing Peter and Marc, quite a pleasing expression with her glossy lips.
Marc hated it. She was his stepmother now, and it was already feeling weird for him to notice how good she looked for her thirties.
"Peter," she greeted, leaning in to give him a kiss on the lips which Peter returned, both giggling affectionately. "I hope the place is to your liking."
"A lot better than our old apartment," Peter remarked.
She laughed softly, and then turned to Marc.
"It's good to see you again, Marc," Maria said. Marc did everything he could not to stare at her chest.
"You too, Miss," he answered, before pausing; she wasn't 'miss' anymore, even if she kept her maiden surname, but calling her 'mum' felt wrong too. "Sorry."
"It's alright," she conceded. "I know we haven't had time to get to know each other. I hope we can learn to be a family in time."
"Well, nineteen years, I guess better late than never," Marc murmured.
His dad patted him on the back.
"He'll be fine, he just needs time to adjust," Peter said. Marc flashed a glare at his father, but sighed out and moved to take his shoes off.
"Is that them?" came another voice from upstairs. It was eerily similar to Maria's, only much younger, but that richness was still there.
"Yes, your stepfather and brother are here," Maria responded.
Uncomfortable shivers raced up Marc's body hearing that. He didn't know how to feel about it.
Rapid steps were heard, and Marc laid eyes on Maria's daughter; now, also his stepsister.
She looked much like a younger version of Maria, with a slimmer frame but still curvy. Unlike Maria, she had her hair down, the chestnut lengths hanging almost to the small of her back and very glossy. Like her mother, she had that slightly tanned complexion owed to their Hispanic roots. She wore a white T-shirt with tight fitting jeans, also barefoot in the house. Upon seeing Marc, she gave him a smile that made him feel uncomfortable for reasons he couldn't explain. She didn't have any lip gloss on like Maria, but they still seemed plush and glossy.
But very much like her mother, she looked gorgeous, even casual like this, the kind of girl that was probably insanely popular during highschool and still had influence over her old schoolmates.
Marc had no idea how his father managed to woo a woman with looks that good. His dad wasn't ugly, but he was more 'conventionally attractive', and he worked a regular-ass nine-to-five blue-collar job.
Marc honestly hated it, because regarding his new family as 'hot' made him feel real weird.
Maria turned to her daughter, who was still smiling with an almost mischievous edge to her expression.
"This is Sofia, my daughter," Maria introduced. "She's nineteen, same as you, Marc."
"You know, you probably went to the school in the district next to mine," Sofia remarked. "Otherwise we probably would've met."
"Probably," Marc answered with little enthusiasm, but it seemed to amuse Sofia, his step-sister flashing him a grin.
"Anyway, now that we're all introduced, I should show you around the house. Get you acquainted with the place," Maria said.
"Sounds like a plan," Peter agreed.
It was the only thing Marc was really excited for.
---
The house was pretty nice. Nothing crazy, but also spacious and with plenty of rooms. The one they were giving to Marc even had its own TV, though the room itself was pretty barren otherwise, purposely so, in order for him to set it up how he wished.
He wasn't sure what to make of his stepsister having her room right next to his though. And throughout the whole tour, Sofia was glancing at him, this weird mix of teasing mischievousness and curiosity. Marc didn't dare call it out, but it made him feel real funny.
They had gone back downstairs into the lounge room, the evening news coming on as the sun dropped below the horizon and the lights inside came on automatically, but no one paid attention to the TV as they conversed.
Well, Maria and Peter talked.
Marc did his best to check his phone and contribute to the conversation only as minimally as possible.
Sofia made it difficult, however; the lounge room was arrange around a central steel frame and glass-topped coffee table with a TV cabinet and flatscreen nestled in the corner, the front at a 45 degree angle.
There were two couches, one on either side of the coffee table, with two recliners at the end of the table opposite the TV, an additional small table situated between them, with space to leave between the recliners and couches.
Peter and Maria sat together on the couch away from the main hallway. Marc sat on the other couch. And so did Sofia, draping herself across it in a rather relaxed and casual manner that, to Marc, seemed unintentionally provocative.
Every now and then she'd respond to something Maria or Peter said, and try to involve Marc in the conversation, casting him smirks each time that made him feel uneasy. It seemed she was already intent on teasing him a little, and he didn't know how to feel about that.
"I'm surprised your boss agreed to that raise," Peter said to Sofia. "From the sounds of it, he's a hardass."
"Hardass, yes, but that's all he is. I more or less run the company. Maybe one day I'll take over from him," Sofia said. "He thinks being hard to work for is a virtue. That's not going to get him far these days."
"Sounds like one of my old bosses. She was a real bitch. Her company went bust not long after I quit. Turns out not paying your workers too well tends to make them leave, and they talk about it," Peter remarked.
"Ah yes. Too few employers these days seem to know the virtue of keeping their employees happy. That falls to me at the business."
"Well, you are pretty good at making people happy, mum," Sofia remarked. She looked over to Marc and gave him another of those seemingly characteristic smirks. "It's a pretty useful skill."
"Uh huh," Marc muttered, glancing at Sofia in a sideways manner.
"It is," Peter agreed, leaning against Maria affectionately. "I don't think I've smiled as much as I have around you in a long time."
Maria laughed and draped an arm around Peter.
"There's a difference between making your employees and colleagues happy, and making your family happy. I take pride in the former, but my devotion is going to be in the latter."
'Who even talks like that?' Marc thought to himself, cringing subtly at the display of affection between his dad and stepmother.
Sofia, on the other hand, seemed rather pleased with it, and again, glanced Marc's way with those amused looks. She seemed to slide millimetres towards Marc each time, prompting him to push up against the arm of the couch just that little bit more.
Maria then rose from the couch and clapped her hands together. Marc mustered all his willpower not to blush at the sight of her bust bouncing, if only slightly, in the confines of her blouse, focusing on his phone as a gif of a cat falling asleep standing up passed by his screen.
"I think pizza will do for tonight," she remarked. "No objections to Pepperoni and Cheese?"
"None here," Peter said.
"Throw in some garlic bread too," Sofia added.
"I'm good with that," Marc mumbled.
"Right. I'll make the call," Maria stated as she pulled out her mobile phone from in between one of the couch cushions.
She walked away and dialled the nearest pizza place, whilst Sofia turned to Marc and flashed him a thin smile.
"What?" Marc finally asked curtly.
"Oh, not much, just excited to have a brother," she answered cheerily.
"Stepbrother," Marc responded quickly, catching a stern look from his father.
"Works for me," Sofia said without a beat.
Marc winced and turned back to his phone. Already, his stepsister was proving... more of a handful than he could've ever anticipated.
---
The pizza didn't take too long to arrive, and the four of them were eating their meal at the counter dividing the lounge area from the kitchen, no actual dining table in the house despite there being space enough for one, in a small enclosed 'patio' area behind the kitchen opening out into the small backyard, situated next to an actual patio.
Marc's father and his new stepmother were chatting away between bites of the cheesy meal, laughing at jokes and getting along quite well.
Marc was having a less stellar time trying to focus on his food whilst Sofia kept throwing him conversational tidbits. Etiquette dictated he answer, but there was something... weird with the subtly playful tone Sofia used.
"It'd honestly be pretty nice to introduce you to my old classmates," she said with a wry smirk.
"Why?" he inquired drily. "They don't know me, and I probably wouldn't know them. Why should any of us care?"
"Can't a stepsister show off her new family to her friends?"
"I'm not a show-and-tell toy!"
"Now now," Maria cut in with a soft tone. It admittedly did diffuse the tension a little, but simultaneously made Marc feel weird. "I'm sure Sofia didn't mean it like that. She's just happy to have a brother."
"Yeah... yeah," Marc muttered.
"It's the first day," Peter interjected. "I'm sure we're all still getting used to each other, but given enough time, I think we'll all get along splendidly."
"Exactly, dear," Maria agreed, the two leaning in for a soft peck. Marc wasn't quite used to these displays of affection yet, so he turned his head slightly with a wince. "We'll be spending a lot of time together now, we'll get along just fine."
"Yeah," Sofia agreed, turning a vaguely devious look towards Marc. "We'll be getting to know each other just fine."
The statement made the hairs on the back of Marc's neck stand on end.
---
After that day, life went on as normal.
Well, as much as Marc could manage, but in the weeks that followed, he discovered living with Sofia was... problematic.
She wasn't a bully, and nor did she belittle him or tease him... at least, not directly with the latter.
But there were certain... oddities about her behaviour that put Marc on edge. Since he met her, whenever they've been at home, there had been dozens of small, seemingly innocent little things that just got to him.
Her casual wear was terribly loose at home, sometimes exposing the straps of her bra on her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice how often she exposed her cleavage, even if subtly, with some of the looser shirts she wore, like the tank tops that seemed one size too big for her.
She always greeted him with a semi-playful tone, innocent on its surface, but there was an edge to it beneath the surface, combined with her surreptitious winks, that just put a bizarre, fluttery feeling inside him.
She was like Maria as well, in that her voice, her casual tone, nevertheless had this subtle sensuality to it, unintentional on their part, though Sofia was a little more energetic when she spoke.
Sofia also leaned against things a lot when speaking to Marc, and in doing so, often showed off the edges of her breasts through her loose fitting sleeves, even when the conversation was suitably mundane.
Whenever she gamed on the couch, her posture was always slouched, yet somehow provocative, and she didn't even notice.
She also seemed to have no shame during the morning; on more than one occasion, she had her bedroom door half open whilst she was casually getting dressed, and Marc had seen glimpses of her in only her bra and panties when moving between the laundry and the bathroom. Not once did she call him out, get upset or even tease him, the few occasions where she noticed she simply greeted him or asked him if he needed anything, and he'd quickly answer with a 'hey' or a 'no' respectively and make himself scarce.
Often enough she was lounging on the couch, and no matter which way she was oriented, up or down, her body just had this allure to it, Marc becoming more familiar with his stepsister's flexibility and curves than he ever wanted, and he wanted to know nothing about that.
She also never looked truly dishevelled, in the morning or at night. A bit messy, perhaps, but her hair was always straight and shiny and only marginally out of place. Even when she looked tired, it was only mild, never having bleary or bloodshot eyes.
So even when she was 'messy', she looked good, never like shit as he often did in the mornings.
He was also having difficulty dealing with her choice of shorts; they were almost nothing whenever she was at home, sometimes obscured by the length of her shirts so it looked like she wasn't wearing any pants at all.
There were also occasions where he was sure she wasn't wearing any bra either, her chest looking a little less supported through her shirts, and a little bouncier.
But even when she was clad in public-appropriate clothes, Marc found no reprieve from the seeming casual allure she either didn't notice or care about giving off. Tight jeans and fitting shirts just showed off her frame nicely, and when it was a public outing, she definitely seemed to make a small effort to look fashionable and attractive, as was common amongst girls her age, but she was something else.
And between the seeming ignorance of her allure or her playful if familial way she often interacted with Marc, he was having a hard time keeping calm.
His father didn't seem to see it, though he was enamoured with Maria, so that was perhaps why; they were often going out together when they were off work, leaving Marc and Sofia alone together.
During these periods, Sofia often tried to engage with Marc, and he did his best not to get too worked by her casual sex appeal. She did tease him a little here and there, like a sister would, but as time went on, she seemed to get a little more devious about it, but she never crossed any lines.
Still, sometimes Marc felt his dick stirring, and he did his damnedest to suppress the feelings.
She was his stepsister dammit. His really hot stepsister...
It wasn't fair.
He also didn't know why she didn't have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend, whatever way she swung. She was too hot not to have a partner. Or several. And her personality had a strong appeal.
But, again. Stepsister. Marc was struggling to deal with her behaviour, because they were family now.
But she made him horny without even trying. Sometimes at night, when he was cranking one out, he had difficulty pushing her out of his mind. There were times when his thoughts strayed to her, wondering what things would be like if they were strangers and not step-siblings.
He couldn't reconcile with that, however, divest himself of their actual relationship.
So things only got weirder between him and her.
Until one day, things took... a turn.
---
Marc was slouched on the couch, browsing his phone. It was a weekend, his dad and Maria had gone out yet again. He didn't know what they got up to on these outings besides their frequent restaurant visits, but he wasn't inclined to think about the possibilities. It was bad enough dealing with the intrusive thoughts about his sister.
But them being out meant he was alone with Sofia, and that only made things worse.
It didn't take long for her to show up, stretching her arms above her head, catching her hair and letting the strands fall back into place once she was done stretching, an unintentionally sensual display, especially with the way her movements also caused her shirt to tug on her breasts.
She wasn't wearing a bra again. Marc did his best to ignore her visually, but he was forced to engage with her all the same.
"Hey bro," she announced. He wasn't nearly as comfortable with her to call her 'sis'. Sofia, however, seemed infinitely more accepting of him than he was her.
On a certain level, it made him feel bad. That he was so closed off from her when she never seemed bothered by his not-so-subtle antisocial behaviour around her.
But he couldn't help it, things were just... weird between them.
"Hey, Sofia," he answered, doing his best to focus on his phone as she came around to sit on the other end of the couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and switching between channels.
He couldn't help the glances at her, seeing how she relaxed on the couch, letting the grey-white shirt settle across her body, the branding warped by her bust.
She wasn't wearing any indoor footwear, not even socks, exposing her feet. Even they seemed so perfect like the rest of her. That was the sort of thing she did to him, even her feet made him have weird thoughts.
"You're not finishing your game?" she asked.
"Nah. I'm waiting for the DLC," he said, almost mumbling it. "Go through the whole thing at once."
It was the one subject the two could have a remotely genuine conversation about, both liked to game. But it didn't stop him feeling weird around her.
"You know, we could download a co-op game, finish it together," she said, her tone turning playful again. Affectionate, genuine, but weirdly so.
"Maybe," he muttered. "But you know splitscreen sucks."
"We can work with that," she said. He mumbled an affirmative, but didn't offer much more conversation. So she leaned back with a shrug. "Or we can just hang out here. I don't mind either way."
He wished he could tell her how much he did mind it. But it wasn't her fault. Maybe.
He was being kind of an asshole.
She flicked through the channels again, until she settled on a music channel, some nondescript pop music filtering through the living room.
His nose twitched as an aroma made itself known to it, and he grumbled internally; it was her.
The house smelled of Sofia and Maria, and not in a bad way. It was like they both wore subtle perfumes when not using anything more overt. It was sweet, and a little soothing, but when Sofia joined him for whatever reason, it didn't take long for the scent to get a little stronger. Not overpowering. But somehow distracting.
He could never take it up with her because he liked it. It was a nice aroma, but it only made things weirder for him.
"Still looking for a job?" she asked him.
"What do you think? There's nothing going right now," he retorted.
"That's fair," she answered. Nothing seemed to upset her, his prickly attitude not enough to bother her, taking it in a stride. "At least mum has a good job, dad too."
That was another thing about her he didn't quite know how to deal with; she referred to her mother and his father equally, never 'your dad'.
"We really going to talk about jobs?" he tried to nix the subject.
"Just saying," she stated, reclining back on the couch, pulling her shirt tight enough to frame her bust. He couldn't help the glance.
This time though, she seemed to flash him a smirk, and turned to face him, showing off some of her cleavage as her shirt sagged.
"You know, jobs are a good place to get a girlfriend," she remarked.
Normally Marc probably would've been taken aback by that comment -- and he somewhat was -- but his prickly mood had him retort instead.
"Why don't you get a job then? You'd pick someone up in no time," he grumbled.
"Mmm, true, but I haven't exactly been looking for a partner like that. Still enjoying that post-school freedom," she said. "Besides, you could do with someone, might help calm you down."
"Calm me down?" That seemed to get Marc. She'd never said anything like that before. "The hell's that supposed to mean?"
"C'mon, I'm not an idiot, Marc. I know you've been annoyed with me since we met."
Busted. He looked down with a little shame.
"Sorry, Sofia," he said.
"Nah, don't worry too much." Again, she broached his anxieties but brushed off any concerns for herself. She was far too 'chill' for this. "You're still getting used to all this. To me and mum."
"The least you could do is close your door in the mornings," Marc quipped, swiping his phone with a little more force.
"Oh, is that what this is about?" she ventured, her tone becoming... knowing. Worryingly so.
"What?"
"Are you bothered by seeing your step-sister almost naked?"
'Fuck,' he thought.
She laughed playfully.
"You are, you think I'm hot."
"We're not going there," he said firmly, but she didn't relent, now that she seemed to have caught him. This was a little different to her usual behaviour.
"Hey, no need to be so hostile. I'm not blaming you, Marc. We never grew up together, suddenly you're living with a super hot girl? Of course it'd be weird."
"It's weird now," he asserted. "And who said anyone was hot?"
"Marc, I've had guys and girls tell me I'm hot," she said so surely, he could hardly refute her. Especially since she was right, he did find her hot. That was the whole problem.
"Okay, so what, you're hot, you're supposed to be my stepsister. I'm not supposed to find you hot."
She altered posture. Even that seemed playfully provocative and Marc had no idea if it was deliberate or not.
"And I think you're pretty cute, even as my stepbrother. I don't let it bother me," she revealed.
He didn't need to hear that. He really didn't need to hear that. It sent a tingle through him that made him feel terribly conflicted. It was one thing to have a girl call him cute. It was another when a crazy hot Hispanic girl calls him cute.
But a whole different subject altogether when that crazy hot Hispanic girl is his stepsister.
He bunched up his legs, trying to suppress any wayward... physiological responses.
She let out another laugh. It was playful, teasing, but not necessarily demeaning. It sucked. It only made him more worked up, especially now that she'd found a weakness in his defences.
"Shut up," was all he managed, trying to focus on his phone. He felt like running, but he was honestly unsure of how he should've been responding to this rather... open conversation.
It was made all the worse with how comfortable she seemed, relaxed on the couch and seemingly unaware -- or unashamed -- of how she was affecting him.
"You know, I think you could do with a bit of loosening up. Be like me, don't worry about things so much, even clothes," she remarked, shifting about and leaning on the opposite arm of the couch, legs bent towards her, feet facing him. "We shouldn't have to worry too much about how we behave at home."
He rolled his eyes, but that was a grave error... because it caused him to glance between her legs.
He just barely caught a glimpse of her exposed crotch.
Sofia wasn't wearing anything under her shirt.
"For fuck's sake," he spat, grabbing one of the extra cushions on the couch and throwing it at her. "Put on some fucking pants."
He tucked up one of his legs a little tighter, feeling a little panicked when the sensation of blood filling his cock reached his notice.
She took the cushion strike with a laugh, deflecting it.
"Maybe, if it makes you feel better, but I like having the choice at home," she retorted.
"I like having the choice not to see you naked," he said, fidgeting in his spot as his face flushed with heat and turned red. He felt his jeans grow tight, and he was trying desperately to will his penis not to react.
It was at this moment that he lost.
She gave him a quizzical look.
"Are you getting a boner?"
'Fuck!'
"You are, aren't you?" She laughed again, playful, and much more teasing than before.
"Shut the fuck up, Sofia," he snapped, now feeling both angry and trapped.
"I could do that... oooorrr..." she trailed off, her tone worryingly devious.
She changed positions and crawled closer to him, her shirt sagging away and letting him see her uncovered breasts through the neck hole.
Then she reached around and grabbed one of his thighs with a gentle touch, rubbing his jeans softly. "... I could help you deal with your little 'hang up'."
Marc was in full panic now, gripping his phone so tight he was worried he was going to break it.
"What are you doing?!" he blurted out.
"What do you think I'm doing? You want me to stop?"
"I--"
He couldn't answer. What was happening was insane, and yet...
She smiled, and with the help of her other hand, she managed to pry his legs apart, meeting only mild resistance from him. She eyed his bulge with a hungry expression, one that set him on edge.
He could've pulled away. He should've pulled away. But he didn't. Part of him... didn't oppose this.
And when she gently palmed his erection and began to massage it through his jeans, that part grew stronger.
"I can stop you know," she said. "Leave you alone."
He grumbled, but didn't answer.
"Thought so," she said with a playful chuckle, feeling the outline of his erection, his stepsister gently swaying her rump to an inaudible rhythm, her shapely rump exposed from her lack of pants and her shirt falling down her slightly arched spine.
It was... enticing to see, and his eyes were drawn to the glimpses of her bust. He saw her nipples, and he noticed they were erect.
Now that this was happening, there was little stopping various images forming in his head... like the fact her ass and pussy were in full presentation from the other end of the couch.
She let out soft sighs of delight as she nursed his erection, making the tightness in his pants painful. Her other hand slid down his thighs and across his stomach, fingers splaying wide across his shirt before gently digging her fingertips in.
She squeezed his member tightly, possessively even, before sliding her hand sensually away, leaning her mouth in to breathe across it, warm, moist breath washing over his bulge and making his dick tingle. More than that, she leaned in to drape her lips luxuriously across his erection, something that he thought should've been unpleasant with the fabric, but she showed no discomfort.
Sofia kept this up, making slow, sensual movements upon his tenting erection, brushing her lips and sometimes kissing, before working her fingers down to his crotch, tugging down his pants until only his straining underwear stood between his cock and the bare lips of his own stepsister.
She did the same thing, brushing her lips upon the bulge, only now it felt more intense with fewer layers in the way. He felt her hot, moist breath practically tickle his trapped penis, moisture from her lips just barely seeping through to tingle his dick, the warmth pleasing to him despite everything.
Then she unfurled her tongue and made slow strokes up his bulge, paying no mind to the fabric. It made him gasp, feeling more direct pressure against his erection, and more moisture and warmth. She breathed out, let hot breath wash over his bulge, before clasping her lips around the straining mound, gently kissing, sucking, and shifting positions so even his balls got her terrible, wonderful touch.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he warned. But she simply gave him a knowing look, lips twisting around his bulge in a smirk, as though asking 'want me to stop?'
He didn't say anything. And so she let out a low, sultry chuckle, which itself was a pleasurable taunt, thrumming through his underpants to tantalise his cock.
Every now and then, she looked to the side to plant a kiss to his exposed inner thighs; the touch of her lips was electric. Wonderful. He felt her tongue gently prod and make tiny strokes with the tip against his skin, sliding her lips together in a luxurious kiss.
Things only escalated from there when she returned to fondling his erection with her hands. There was an assertiveness to her touch, but nothing painful or pointlessly mean; she was taunting him, of course, but her taunts were meant to excite and stimulate, and they were quite effective in that regard. She gave his bulge a possessive squeeze, and then did the same to where his balls were concealed, albeit with a little less force.
Then, she reached up with this hand to hook her fingers underneath the hem of his underwear, and slowly tugged it down, her short but well-kept nails gently scraping against the skin of his crotch, her eyes lighting up with desire and delight upon seeing the first of his cock, like she had just uncovered some great prize, her mouth opening in excitement.
Then the corners tugged upwards into a beaming grin, and she fixed him a knowing, teasing look, making sure the reveal was achingly slow. Her eyes shifted slowly between him, taking in his reactions and his groaning resignation to the fact this was happening and that she was making sure it lasted as long as possible, and his emerging penis, painfully straining to straighten out until the hem of his underwear slid off his glans and his length stood tall and proud, despite the fact he was anything but proud right now.
It was one of the hardest erections he'd ever had, and the fact that it was from his stepsister just made the feelings more conflicting.
Sofia, however, marvelled at his shaft, despite it hardly being anything special, an average length and width rising from an admittedly short and thin bush.
"Delicious~" she praised as she gently wrapped her fingers around the middle and then let go in a brushing, teasing touch.
"Don't make it weird," Marc complained with a slight aroused huff.
"Isn't it already weird~?" she retorted teasingly.
"Shut up."
He looked away in frustration and embarrassment, but he couldn't keep his gaze away for long, watching as Sofia began to traipse her fingers up his length in teasing touches, tracing the bulging lines of his veins with a delicate touch; her fingertips were smooth and silky, and the feathery pressure she applied was almost ticklish, and terrible stimulating.
How could she be this skilled? Marc didn't think himself her first partner, that idea was almost laughable, and he would've laughed if she wasn't busy touching his dick.
An idle, slightly unwelcome thought, but she had to have been with plenty of dudes even during late highschool.
The thoughts were banished when she drew her fingers up to his glans, hovering her palm above his tip and bringing her fingertips to grip his helmet in a clawlike fashion. She gently moved her fingertips up and down his glans, and already pre started to dribble from the tip.
Her other hand left his stomach and slid sensually down his body, over his crotch between dick and thigh, until it twisted fluidly to grasp his jewels, fondling them with a careful touch.
The way she moved was so mercurial, smooth and without jitter or sudden interruption, but there was still an edge of eagerness there.
He felt a finger press to one of his testicles, a thumb brush over the other, whilst the middle digit gently pushed up between his orbs to separate them and let them be ever so carefully squeezed between the fingertips and knuckles of her hand, before returning to her gentle, fondling palming.
There was a moment where he felt like he should've retreated. Pushed her away, pulled up his pants from around his knees, yelled at her for this... but as quickly as the feeling came, it was whisked away in the whirlwind of feelings in his mind, because ultimately, his only true hangup was the fact she was his stepsister.
But... she was smoking hot, unrelated by blood or even prior friendship at any stage of his life, and right now, her teasing was almost as incredible as anyone going all the way.
She rubbed her index finger across his tip, smearing his precum about his glans, making the arousal-swollen tip glisten. It twitched from her touch, more precum oozing as soon as she rubbed in the last dollop. So this time, she lathered it onto her fingertip, and let his glans go so she could lecherously slip the digit between her tightly pursed lips, tasting his flavour. She let out a low moan like was tasting the most amazing delicacy.
It was probably just to get him hornier than he already was, he could hardly expect it to have any decent flavour at all, but she did it so convincingly he wondered if his pre somehow was sweet.
She withdrew her finger, sliding the digit down her tongue which she stuck out in a provocative display.
"You haven't been with someone in a while, have you?" she said with lusty confidence.
"How could you possible know that?" he shot back with flustered incredulity.
"Just a hunch," she answered with a giggle. Marc groaned in frustration and rolled his head back; her playful taunts and teasing were going to be the end of him.
She managed to rip a moan straight out of him when she leaned in to give his tip a sloppy kiss, lips draping over his helm with a soft, luxurious touch, her plush lips conforming to the shape of his glans and creating a slight suction that resulted in the quietest smack when she withdrew.
"Fuck," he said, soft and meek. Sofia giggled playfully but quietly, and then moved her hand to wrap its fingers around his mast and begin slow strokes, whilst her other hand continued to fondle his testicles, bouncing the orbs within their sack with delicate lifts of her fingers, rubbing her palm to his scrotum. Precum constantly oozed from his tip, as though milked out of him by her gentle strokes... though her grip was getting firmer.
He watched as his foreskin peeled up and down his glans, smearing pre across it and gathering it into thick amounts before finally dribbling down the rest of his length, getting slick beneath her fingers. Her grip loosened a little, allowing for a slow, soft sliding motion. It loosened enough that soon his foreskin wasn't moving anymore, her hand simply gliding up and down his mast with the barest of pressure. She applied a gentle twist, which with the feathery touch she had was a different sort of feel, like silk grazing against his sensitive member.
Then she tightened again, and began to stroke with a bit more earnest, slowly increasing the range of movement until she was pumping him root to tip, rubbing her thumb to his frenulum and the top of his glans, tracing the cleft edges of the back of his glans between the frenulum. It prompted more precum from him, more lubrication to make her movements slick and smooth even as she tightened bit by bit, but never too much.
"You're so warm, Marc~" she praised. "And hard like steel~"
He wanted her to keep her mouth shut, her dirty talk was surreal to him and it made his mind feel dizzy just from the feelings her words elicited.
Yet what came out of his mouth made him want to hang himself.
"Thanks."
He immediately regretted it and grumbled in embarrassment, but she simply laughed in her playful way and began to stroke faster, a subtle moist sound emanating from his crotch as his lubricating pre near-silently squelched beneath her fingers and palm.
Marc could feel a pressure starting to build in his loins, spurred on just a little bit harder by the fondling to his balls, Sofia building him to what was going to be an explosive climax, almost unbelievable for him.
Again, he felt like he should've stopped this before he came, ejaculation seeming like a line he couldn't cross.
But the longer this went, the more such thoughts were fleeting and unconvincing to him. This was just a handjob and a few kisses to his cock, and it was already more intense than anything he'd ever done with another girl in the past, and his experiences were few.
He felt his balls starting to throb, his dick beginning to twitch, the constant dribbling from his tip a prelude to what was on the horizon. Sofia was starting to stroke faster now, somehow subtly shifting her fingertips as they brushed up and down his mast for just that bit more stimulation. Groans were ripped from Marc's mouth.
The finale was coming.
"Sofia... wait... I'm... oh shit..." He warned.
She only smiled at him with a truly salacious expression.
"Just cum, Marc~ Make a mess for me~"
"W-Wait... don't... yet... aaaaaa..."
His balls tugged firm up towards his body, and his cock pulsed as ropes of semen shot from his tip. She stroked a few more times to wring him out before letting her hands go still, a happy laugh leaving Sofia as she witnessed her handiwork.
Even he couldn't help feeling minutely impressed with the height his initial spurts achieved. She gave a few more tormenting strokes, and then she let go, looking at where his cum fell; most of it landed on the lower part of his belly, just above his groin, some of it getting on his shirt.
He groaned, knowing he'd have to clean that later.
A few dribbles rolled down his cock, his tip stained and her hands slightly sticky from some residue.
Sofia smiled, her tongue slipping from one side of her mouth to the other in a sultry motion.
"Good thing you didn't get it on the couch~" she joked with a promiscuous, teasing tone.
"You're the one that just fucking jacked me off," he shot back.
"Yeah, I did~" she agreed lecherously. "So I should help clean some of it up~"
Before Marc could even question it, he watched with disbelief as she leaned in, outstretching her tongue and curling it against his frenulum.
His cock was beginning to soften, but a fresh twitch coursed through it from the almost electric contact. She began to lick around the top of his glans, the sides, and then along the trails of residue down his length, before finishing with a few slow, wet kisses along the bottom of his belly, cleaning up all his seed, before she brought her stained hand to her mouth and suckled on her fingers and licked her palm clean as well.
He was in disbelief, he'd never seen a girl act that sluttily before. It was equal parts hot and unsettling.
If there was at least some reprieve though, she didn't subject him to her debauched oral attention any further, licking her lips clean and finally crawling back away from him.
Once his cock began to soften, and his breathing normalised, Marc shot her a look.
"I can't believe you just fucking did that," he exclaimed with a scowl.
"No need to be so pissed~" she assured. "It was just a bit of harmless fun~"
"Harmless?!" he blurted. "You're my stepsister, for Christ's sake!"
She seemed amused at his statement, but for some odd reason she got a peculiar smug look at the last part. Otherwise, she seemed unfazed by his outburst.
"Exactly, 'step'~ We're not blood relatives, Marc~ Besides, I know you enjoyed that. I mean, genuinelyenjoyed that~"
He went to speak, to protest, to refute, but he had nothing; he still couldn't quite fathom her blasé behaviour in all of this, but he couldn't say she was wrong either. He had enjoyed that. For all of his conflicting emotions, for all his thoughts on Sofia as a person up until this point... no other relationship had managed to get that kind of orgasm from him with just a handjob.
It was incredible, yet he couldn't shake the shame of what had just transpired... or the burgeoning feelings of wanting it to happen again.
"This was wrong," he asserted, though he didn't sound convincing, even as he hastily pulled his pants up, rising from the couch.
He had to get away from her so he could think clearly. He also needed a shower and a change of clothes as well, feeling his cum soaking through his shirt and chilling his skin and leaving a sticky sensation behind proving to be a big enough distraction on its own.
"I'm going for a shower," he said, collecting his phone and making a break for it. He then stopped and turned to face her, a stern finger point matching his scowl. "Not a word to anyone, got it?"
"Like I'd tell anyone~ I'm not that kind of girl~" she assured. He seethed, hating how... calm and casual she was. Mostly because it seemed to make everything seem so... normal.
His face scrunched in frustration, but he decided to retreat, knowing he couldn't last in an argument against her; he was too confused, and after that, just seeing her seemed to sap his willpower.
As he left however, she had one last play to throw his way.
"Have a nice shower... bro~"
He let out an exasperated huff and stormed off to the bathroom, her melodic, teasing giggles haunting his ears as he left.
---
Standing naked in the shower, Marc felt the warm water cascading down his body. It was soothing, it was comfortable... but it didn't fully calm him. Alone with his thoughts, everything seemed so quiet despite the constant dull hiss from the shower head, and he couldn't stop himself thinking about the other warmth he'd felt this afternoon.
The way Sofia's hot breath washed over his cock... the way it danced about his member, swirling eddies of intangible caresses. The way her lips felt, hot and plush, slowly drawing closed against his skin... the way her tongue seemed to electrify his nerves.
And her masterful handjob, blending feathery pressure with firm but slick pumping.
And then that truly lurid 'clean up' at the end, licking his dick and part of his gut clean of his cum, sucking even her own hand clean like it was an addictive flavour.
Logic told him he should've been repulsed, disgusted even, but the logic seemed hollow because he couldn't muster the emotions to substantiate it.
He softly thumped a fist against the tiled wall of the shower.
Truth was, he'd never felt like that before. And a part of him was even excited by the taboo nature of it.
But was it really taboo? They were siblings only because their parents married, and neither shared a drop of blood between each other. She was his age and insanely attractive. Were circumstances different, he might've thought it a nice fantasy to date a girl so out of his league.
And she had made him feel very good this evening.
But... she was his stepsister. Marc wasn't sure how to feel about Sofia and her... candid intimacy with him.
But as he thought on the ramifications, he was again distracted by the memories of the sensations he'd felt tonight, and it was making things difficult, making the conflict in him all that more intense.
And worse, it was making his cock stir in the shower.
He cursed, thinking his own efforts were going to be futile now, he'd never be able to match her skill. He willed his cock to stay down, he didn't want to crank one out after what had happened, but he feared he'd have to later.
"That bitch..." he grumbled. "What's she done to me?"
He knew well enough; given him a taste of forbidden fruit and now he wanted more, much as he wanted to deny it.
"What am I going to do..." he mumbled, standing still in the shower for longer than necessary.
---
Once his shower was done, he quickly got dressed in fresh clothes and grabbed something to eat for dinner... in his room. He wasn't keen on sharing a table with Sofia, especially after getting a text from his dad that he and Maria wouldn't be back until tomorrow, having decided to stay the night at some friend's house.
It wasn't unusual, they did this on occasion, sometimes going out to a motel somewhere for some privacy, and he had an idea he oft tried to get out of his head about what they were up to.
It was easier this time. Because the idea of what Sofia might want to do with him was dominating his mind.
It also meant that this overnight stay of theirs was going to make things much weirder for him, because now he was alone with the stepsister that had not a few hours earlier given him one hell of a handy.
That wasn't something he could just shake out of his mind.
So he tried to browse the internet on his laptop, find distractions, look at anything, even cat videos, whilst he laid in bed with the covers up to his hips, laptop on a small plastic table with stands straddling his covered thighs.
But he couldn't keep his mind occupied. She just kept floating back into his head like a damn ghost haunting his brain. He wanted more, and he knew he shouldn't, but he was hard pressed to think of any reason that trumped 'she felt amazing'.
He sighed in frustration, preparing to search up some kinky porn and masturbate just to clear his head.
Then there was a knock at his door, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, knowing it was Sofia for sure.
"What," he grumbled, his tone a reflection of his current mood.
"Can I come in?" she asked. It was polite enough, friendly. It made him more annoyed, she didn't seem the least bit regretful or ashamed of earlier events.
Despite feeling like he should've just told her to fuck off, a less logical part of his mind decided on seeing where things led.
"Fine," he murmured. He knew it was a mistake, but this was just getting unbearable.
His door opened, and he was somewhat surprised that she wasn't naked for whatever reason. She was wearing a dressing gown though, and he suspected there wasn't much beneath it...
She greeted him with a smile. Her smiles were ever inviting and he felt she could've seduced a guy with a smile alone.
Hell, he might've been that guy...
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
He put his laptop to sleep, closed it and placed it on a dresser next to his bed and the plastic table down beside it.
"How do you think I'm feeling?" he snapped. "Really fucking weird and confused."
He crossed his arms, thinking perhaps now she'd crack and show some remorse. As expected, she didn't seem all that repentant, but she did at least look a little apologetic... if playfully.
"I'm not surprised," she said as she moved to stand at the end of the bed. Even the way she walked seemed to have taken on a sultry edge to it, like she was actively seducing him with every fibre of her being. And it was having an affect on him. "But you really don't need to feel so bad about it."
"And why shouldn't I? You're my stepsister, Sofia, we shouldn't have done it!"
"And like I said, we're not related by blood. You find me hot, what's so wrong with that~? I find you cute~"
When she called him cute, he felt so terribly vulnerable, that her wiles would easily get their hooks under his skin and turn him to putty.
"Do you think this is some sort of game?" he retorted, though he knew that perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say, she may very well have thought it some sort of game. "How am I supposed to think about you now? How am I supposed to act around my dad and Maria?"
At this point she gave him a weird, almost annoyed look. Mild, but certainly she thought he was being dense over something.
"Do you really expect me to think that things are going to be normal between us from now on?" she asserted.
This caught him off guard; with how casual she'd been acting, he didn't think she really understood. Now he was beginning to suspect she understood more than she let on.
"Well..." he murmured.
"I gave you, my stepbrother, a handjob. Almost gave you a blowjob too," she said, getting a bit of that devious smirk back. "There's no going back to 'normal' from that. Things have changed."
She was right, but the way she was saying it didn't seem so accusatory. If anything, it sounded like she had an idea.
"So what are we supposed to do, then? Live with this secret for the rest of our lives?" he demanded.
Her smile deepened.
"Of course not... instead... change the situation~ Establish a new normal~"
She leaned forward, and he winced at catching a glimpse of her cleavage. However, he was too focused on her words to get caught up in the view. He had an inkling of what she was suggesting, but he couldn't quite believe it.
Sofia was just unbelievable in general.
"You can't be serious," he said as she sat on the bed.
"I am," she asserted. "We can't live as if nothing happened, and really... I don't want to."
She shot him a seductive smile, affectionate and dangerous for his willpower and sense of morality.
"You what?"
"You're cute, Marc~ And I really can't be satisfied with just giving you a handjob. Those sounds you made... they made me feel a whole lot of good~"
He shuffled a little further against the backboard of his bed, especially as she moved closer, sitting on the side of the bed, Marc feeling trapped between the wall and this salacious stepsister.
"You're crazy," he said.
"A little, but what's life without a little madness~?" she remarked with a shrug, stretching her gown a little and framing her bust a bit better, if for a moment.
"But this is--" he began to protest, but she put a finger to his lips, silencing him, though she still had one of those smiles.
"Marc, I'm not gonna force you... but I know you won't get me out of your head. You're going to go crazy. You can't try and act like there's nothing between us... so you could try going with the flow~ Embrace it, turn it from some forbidden mistake, to something fun~ Besides, it's not like you haven't watched some stepsister porn~"
She said that last part with such knowing confidence, he realised she knew about some of the videos he'd watched.
"You went through my search history!" he accused. At this, she laughed.
"Hardly, I'm not that messed up. I just happened to pass by the other day when you didn't quite have your volume turned down enough, and I recognised the video from the sound~"
She laughed again, and Marc could only give her a truly bewildered look; somehow it seemed worsethat she knew he'd been watching a stepsister porno because she recognised it.
"Just because I watch that stuff sometimes doesn't mean this is okay," Marc rebuked. "This isn't some porno."
"No... but that doesn't mean we can't have fun~ We're not blood relatives, like I keep saying. We were just brought together by different circumstances, that's all~"
He sighed, hating how she had a point. Though he figured his own arousal was probably messing with his critical thinking ability, feeling his member beginning to stir beneath the covers, internally bemoaning the affect her presence had on him.
Still, as much as she liked to reiterate that they weren't blood relatives, she very much tried to behave as a family member around him... when she wasn't apparently trying to seduce him. That was weird and surreal.
And yet... he found himself yearning for that forbidden fruit. There was something admittedly thrilling about committing taboo, and Sofia... she knew how to commit taboo and make it exciting the whole time.
"We don't have to have a wall between us~ We don't even have to be partners~ We can just enjoy having fun together~" she posited.
"What, like friends with benefits?" he inquired somewhat sarcastically, but he was starting to find the idea... appealing.
"Step-siblings with benefits, yes~" she corrected with a devious chuckle.
"Don't put it like that, please," he begged. He could tell that he was never going to escape the familial connection with Sofia, especially if she seemingly wanted to make it herself. She was wicked like that.
But, all the same, her suggestion seemed... smart, somehow. If he just tried to rebuke her and ignore her, he'd probably have an aneurysm trying not to go crazy. If he accepted her... well, maybe if they did it enough, it'd become 'normal' and it wouldn't seem so bad.
And not many could claim to have a sexual relationship with one as sexy as Sofia, not that Marc would make a point of it.
He dearly wanted to know what else she could do...
It was at that moment that he knew any moral resistance failed and he'd given in.
He sighed and relaxed against the headboard.
"I can't argue with you anyways..." he sighed. He readjusted and faced her. "So... we're doing this, I guess?"
He knew she wasn't just here to make the proposition. She didn't want to wait to 'formalise' this new 'arrangement'.
Her almost predatory grin seemed to confirm that, as well as make Marc nervous.
"You already know me too well~" she said, grasping the sides of her gown and opening it outward in a lusty display, exposing her predictably bare breasts.
Still, even though he had a strong suspicion from the start that she was naked under there, he wasn't prepared for the reveal all the same.
None of the glimpses and flashes of her breasts before compared to seeing her on full display. He fought back the reflexive urge to look away, and found himself ogling Sofia.
She was really too hot for him.
"Like what you see~?" she remarked, her tone becoming particularly mischievous and sensual.
"Yeah... but maybe keep the dirty talk to a minimum, okay? This is still kinda weird," he admitted, his face flustered and deep red.
"No promises~" she teased, moving to crawl towards him. Even on her hands and knees, she possessed a mercurial eroticism.
She grabbed the edges of his covers and slowly peeled them back, revealing his bulging pants. Again, she delighted in the sight of just the tent, and immediately brought a hand to his crotch to give his straining erection a fondling massive, instantly eliciting an energetic throb from his cock.
"It remembers me~" she teased affectionately, making slow circling rubs against his cock through his pants. Now that they were 'officially' doing this, she seemed even more promiscuous in her behaviour, and her teasing was a little more devious... or corny.
"Really? Talking to my dick?" he remarked drily.
She fixed him a mischievous look.
"I'll be doing more than just talking to it~" she warned sensually, giving his bulge a few more teasing rubs before pulling his pants and underwear down at once, letting out an appreciative murmur when his cock sprung free and stood tall before her, already beginning to ooze pre, foreskin slightly peeled back to expose the very tip.
Marc still couldn't quite believe that this was happening, but now that he was going into this slightly more relaxed, it didn't seem as bad. Still, watching Sofia lick her lips the way she did made him both uneasy and aroused.
He idly wondered if she had any other sexual partners. Someone this promiscuous surely had other guys -- maybe even girls -- she had fun with.
Somehow, that didn't bother him that much. He doubted anyone else would ever get this close to Sofia, living under the same roof.
Her hand gripped his cock, and peeled back his foreskin to expose the rest of his glans, glistening in the light of his bedroom from a small amount of pre.
She gave his member a few slow, firm strokes, enough to make him gasp. He saw her swaying her rump to some unheard rhythm, and with her gown open at the front, there was nothing much holding it on her save her arms in their sleeves. It slipped off her rear, exposing that shapely rump, giving him flashbacks to her handjob only a few hours earlier.
This whole situation really had progressed rather rapidly, all things considered... but now that he was here, he didn't want to back out.
However, this time, Sofia wasn't giving him just a handy. She moved to pull her arms out of her gown's sleeves, and then she dumped the garment on the floor, leaving her fully naked in front of him. She gripped his cock again, and gave it a few more pumps, before moving forward and cupping his cheek in the palm of her other hand. She leaned her face in close to his, and he blinked, feeling nervous, especially when she grinned seductively.
"What're..." he trailed off.
Before he could even think about finishing the sentence, she moved in and kissed him.
It took him by surprise, his eyes widening and a small crack of surprised sound escaping his throat as her lips meshed with his.
With him mid-sentence, she was easily able to deepen the kiss. It started off affectionate, gentle, romantic even... but her lustful energy soon set in and she began to work her lips more fervently.
Then she stuck her tongue into his mouth as she fully meshed her lips to his, the kiss turning almost sloppy and deeply erotic. Marc couldn't hold the tension forever and relaxed, and began to kiss back.
It was amazing. Heavenly. He tried to move his tongue around hers, but she knew the dance better than he ever did.
Her lips felt so soft against his, moist and supple, gentle smacks emanating from where they kissed. Her tongue was surprisingly dexterous, swirling around his as they let their muscles mingle.
She even tasted sweet. He knew that should've been a weird thing to think, but in the moment, he didn't care.
The kiss was divine.
Which made him a little disappointed when she pulled away with a soft smack, her lips lingering for one moment more upon his until the contact was no more. She smiled and let her tongue graze across those luxurious lips of hers.
Through a heated breath, Marc asked, "what was that for?"
"A good kiss is foreplay all its own~" she asserted. "Besides, I don't think you'd appreciate kissing me after your cock goes in my mouth~"
"Fair enough," he admitted, though with how nice that was, he might've been willing to accept it if she wiped her lips and mouth thoroughly.
"You'll get plenty more chances to kiss me, bro~ Don't worry about it~"
"Again with the 'bro' stuff..." he grumbled. "Don't make it weird."
She wasn't going to stop with that, he knew it, but he still wasn't ready for her to make things perverse like that, even if he was starting to enjoy himself otherwise.
Sofia simply giggled and gave his cock a few firm pumps, and that was enough to silence him. She shuffled backwards, and Marc watched her back undulate, the bedroom light make her caramel skin glisten when it flexed the right way, her straight black locks reflecting the shine as well.
Now she was positioned before his cock, and her eyes were fixed on his erection as she slowly pumped it, once more putting a twist to her hand to make the stimulation just that bit more tantalising, but she never picked up the pace. She was just getting him hard, keeping him worked up.
Still, she kept it up for longer than she needed to, teasing him and wringing out just that bit more of his pre, sliding her hand down to briefly fondle his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before sliding back up to grasp his tip, smirking all the while, loosely puckering her lips to breathe hot air across his glans before gently palming it.
"C'mon, Sofia," Marc grunted. "Don't be a tease."
She gave him a mock pouting look.
"Aw, but I like how you twitch when I tease you~ It's cute~"
He frowned in annoyance, but it was quickly dispelled when she rubbed her thumb firmly to his glans in a slow circular fashion.
Fortunately, Sofia wasn't intent on tormenting Marc for long, letting out a laugh and sliding her hand down his root... allowing for her to finally lean her body down until her lips were a hairsbreadth from his tip.
Even her normal breathing felt electrifying against his sensitive glans. It wasn't his first blowjob, but this... something told him Sofia was going to give him head like nothing he'd ever experienced.
She let her lips linger, just on the cusp of contact but never touching, for a few more aching moments in order to tease him. Then she planted an affectionate kiss to his frenulum. And then another to his glans. And then to his corona.
Each kiss made him flinch, just as much as when she'd graced his cock with her mouth after giving him a handjob earlier. Only now she was going to go all the way with it.
She slipped her cheek down his length, lingering with her head pressed to his cock, Sofia letting out a savouring, murmuring sigh.
"You're so warm..." she noted with a soft, husky voice. It was delicious and tempting to his ears, unfairly so. Why was everything about her so sexy?
Then he felt her tongue against the base of his cock, and he shivered; the wet muscle was hot and soft, and when she began to slide it up his manhood, the trailing touch was simply luxurious.
When she got to his helm, she curled the tip of her tongue up off his frenulum, fixing him with an intense, hungry look, the corners of her open mouth tugging into a devious smirk, leaning in to brush her wet muscle over his glans, following up with a slow, suckling kiss, wrapping her lips around the top half oh his tip and slowly drawing them together in a wet smooch.
He let out a sigh here, rocking his head backwards against the headboard of the bed, though he didn't take his eyes off what was going on.
Sofia finished her kiss with a loud smack, eyes shifting between his face and his needy rod. Then she licked, brushing her tongue over the sides and corona of his member, applying a firm, tantalising pressure, whilst pumping the base of his cock with her still-gripped hand.
Her other hand moved to brush locks of her hair out of the way, allowing her to keep her focus on him and his penis.
She had such an intensity to her eyes, they were almost hypnotic, right and full of lusting fire. Marc felt like he could've lost himself in them.
He sighed again when she applied another of her slow, suckling kisses to his tip, this time approaching at a bit of an angle in order to focus on a different part of his glans.
She dropped down again to run the flat of her tongue along his cock, before draping the bottom over the slope of his glans and rubbing it in a circular fashion against it.
"Fuuuuck," Marc whined, prompting a playful, mischievous chuckle from Sofia. She gave him a few more of those wet smooches, to the left, to the right, to the top slope and to his length right beneath his frenulum.
The way her moist lips pursed and slid together, tightly hugging his contours proved to be most enjoyable. Sometimes she slurped, adding a brief, bubbling sensation against his skin or his glans. Then she let go of his root and gripped his glans in her palm, gently twisting as she dropped down to run her tongue down from his helm to his base, using her chin to shunt his pubic hair out of the way.
Between her saliva and his dribbling pre, his tip was now quite slick, allowing her hand to twist about and roll her palm against his glans in a most pleasing way.
Sofia then brushed her tongue across his scrotum, and without warning, too one of his orbs into her mouth, lips tightly sealed about it, tongue gently brushing against the skin of his sack and teasing his testicle in the process.
She let go with a smack, then did the same with his other ball, all whilst deftly transitioning her hand from rubbing his glans to pumping the upper half of his cock, fingers sliding over his corona and glans in succession before dropping back down.
He'd never had a girl suck his balls before. This was new, and amazing, though she wasn't as forceful as he expected her to be.
She let go of his jewels with a smack, and gave them a quick lick, giggling at him.
"You should shave, Marc~" she said, continuing to pump his cock. "This'd feel so much better~"
"Telling me how to... haaa... tidy my own body now?" he quipped.
"Well... it'd certainly let me perform even better~" she answered, turning her head a little so she could splay her lips around his girth, keeping them hugged to his continues and gently rolling her tongue up and down against the skin between her lips.
He winced in pleasure, and that was enough to convince him.
She moved her tilted head up and down like this before letting go of his cock, bringing both hands down to slide up his body beneath his shirt; her fingertips were silky smooth, and her touch was both soothing and stimulating. And as she slide her hands up, she unfurled her tongue and slid it from root to tip, curling it slowly off his glans and laying his cock down against his gut in the process. Then she went back down the same way, tongue pushing more with the tip than the flat. She moved back up again, this time putting a slight serpentine motion to her lick.
She had yet to even put it in her mouth properly and already he felt like he was going to burst. If not in orgasm, than simple need; she was good.
Too damn good, and she seemed to have a great deal of fun in teasing him.
"I can really feel you throbbing, Marc... your cock is burning up against my tongue~" she purred, keeping her gaze fixed with his. Then, she twisted her head to give his length a sideways suckle, closing her lips around his girth.
His toes curled, still beneath the covers further down, and he let out a loud groan.
"How the hell are you so good?" he asked, prompting her to slide her lips up and off his glans, bringing a hand down to his member to stroke it.
"Would it upset you if I told you you're not the first guy I've sucked off~?" she said. Even with that confession, it didn't diminish the eroticism of this experience. And as he'd been thinking before, he had expected as much.
"Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you were sucking dudes' dicks yesterday," he remarked. "You probably had guys dangling off your fingertip in highschool."
"And girls~" she admitted with salacious casualness.
Again, her apparent unashamed promiscuity was surreal, but admittedly, the thought of her fucking a girl formed some lovely images in his mind.
"You're a slut," he said.
"I know~" she agreed, showing no signs of offence as she returned to licking his cock, pausing in between wet smooches and slow licks to further verbally tease him. "I have no shame... I'm currently licking my stepbrothers hot... throbbing... cock~ It's so wrong, and yet... it just makes me want to be even more wicked~"
She laughed erotically, and lowered herself so much he could feel the sides of her breasts against his thighs. He sometimes felt her nipples brush against his skin, and they were so firm.
She had to be getting pleasure from this, and she wasn't even touching herself. Was giving head that arousing to her?
It was to him... and it only got more intense when she gripped his cock again, angling it upwards to her mouth. She latched her lips around his tip again, drawing her lips closed around his helm... only this time she didn't let go. She bobbed her head a little, gently fellating just his glans, tongue gently swirling around his tip behind her lips, lapping up dribbling pre like it was a delicacy.
After a bit, she popped off but didn't relent on her licking except to offer more verbal teases.
"Feels good, doesn't it~? Getting sucked off by your stepsister~"
He didn't respond to that, knowing there was no point in challenging her debauched mannerisms at this stage. He simply murmured in agreement, and she gave him another mischievous chuckle, before latching her lips back onto his glans.
He groaned again, and watched as she began to take him deeper into her mouth. His cock slid along her tongue as each bob swallowed more of his cock. Her lips were clasped tight around his girth, making the gentle suction all that more intense and causing some rather loud smacks whenever the suction was briefly broken.
Marc was also overwhelmed by how warm her mouth felt. It was practically searing him, but in a good way. And every part felt terribly soft and smooth, save for her teeth... but even they found wicked and stimulating use, Sofia sometimes carefully clenching his length between her jaw to impart some acute stimulation into his dick with a careful scraping sensation. She took this up a notch by withdrawing to his glans and gently scraping her teeth across the sensitive helm, curling her lips to show this off a little better, smirking and chuckling deviously, before returning to her more salacious and plush suckling, lips wrapped snugly around his girth.
She gripped the base of his member with thumb and index finger, gently pumping, keeping a steady attention on his root whilst her lips started to drift past the halfway mark of his manhood.
"This... this feels so fucking good..." he moaned.
Deep down, that part of him that objected to this earlier, that this was his stepsister, kept reminding him. But after experiencing this, the prospect of more made him brush off such concerns.
She began to twist her hand, the motion slick thanks to her saliva and mostly his precum, thoroughly smeared and spread across his dick.
Then she popped off his dick with a wet smack and a chuckle, pumping the entirely of his length with that same reciprocating twisting.
She giggled and flicked her tongue at the back of his glans, before dropping down and briefly slurping both of his balls into her mouth. She was slowly getting more energetic with her efforts, and it showed. He groaned, clenching the bed sheets with his fingers as he watched Sofia paint his cock with saliva, using broad brush strokes with the flat side of her tongue, sometimes just curling the tip of the muscle to trace his veins with a teasing touch.
"Haha, you're so hard, Marc~ You're not gonna last much longer..." she trailed off, letting go of his cock so she could make long licks from root to tip. "I'm gonna wring it out of you~"
Her dirty talk was cheesy, but the way she said it got him riled up. The tone of voice, the breathy edge to it, it was irresistibly seductive.
She slowed down for a moment, both running her tongue along his length and draping her lips across his cock.
She breathed out slowly, like a sigh, caressing his sensitive member with her breath as she returned to his tip, giving it a slow, rolling kiss, tongue gently lolling against the frenulum and the corona around it.
"God... keep that up..." he said with a sigh; it wouldn't bring him over the edge, but the sensation was divine. Her eyes turned to him, and she grinned around his member.
Then, she returned to her fellatio, taking his cock into her mouth with her tightly sealed lips sliding along his skin, tongue rolling at his glans and further down, moving from side to side. This time she wasn't pumping the latter half of his cock... because this time, she was going further, prompting Marc to widen his eyes in surprise.
He'd never had deepthroat before, and he could feel his glans brushing against the top of her gullet as she slipped towards his root.
She slid one hand up his side and across his chest, whilst the other hand deftly moved to fondle his balls, giving them a pleasant squeeze just as her lips met his crotch like a lusty kiss. She slurped for a moment, sending tingling sensations across his cock. He could tell his pubic hair annoyed her a little, but she was still going all the way. Sofia then began to rise from his root, tongue curling from side to side against the underside of his manhood, until she came to his tip. She slowed, tightening the grip of her lips across his glans as she slid off, grinning once she was clear of his dick, giving his helm a lusty brush with her tongue, before she descended upon his penis once more, taking him straight to the root, tip sliding into her throat.
She didn't even gag. She gurgled a little, but she didn't choke. She took his whole length with ease, and murmured in delight.
"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed; whenever she made those sounds, he felt her throat's walls thrum around his member, tingling with delight.
Sofia finally decided to bob, murmuring softly, as if savouring a delicacy. She continued fondling his balls, and continued her occasional slurping, never once allowing for a lapse in stimulation.
Marc's sighs were growing more frequent, as were his groans of pleasure. He raised a hand and draped it across his face, blocking his view but hardly diminishing the sensations he felt as Sofia sucked him off, better head than some of the few times he'd had sex.
It was then that he felt a strange sensation. It was brief, mild, leaving him to think it was imagined, but he was certain he felt an almost electric tingle across his cock, especially where Sofia's lips and tongue made contact, electric in a non-metaphorical sense. He felt it beneath his skin too, and it sent a shiver along his spine.
But it was only momentary, and it felt good, so he chalked it up to her just being that damn good that he was getting some intense reactions.
That, and he could feel a pressure building in his loins. He was going to cum soon, and between her masterful head and her seductive giggles adding stimulating vibration to her throating, he knew it was going to be intense and irresistible. And she added yet another layer to her efforts, twisting her head in a reciprocating fashion much as she had done with her hand earlier. Which continued to massage his testicles, just rounding out the layers of pleasure he was receiving.
He could feel his orgasm coming quickly.
"Sofia... I... fuck, I'm gonna cum," he warned.
For a moment, Sofia let go, bringing her hand back from his chest to grip his member and keep it pumped, not letting him calm down.
"Then cum, Marc~" she said. He figured she was going to wring him to the finish, that didn't seem unusual, but she immediately dropped back down upon his cock, straight to the root, letting go with her hand, which moved to grip his hip on one side. She was bobbing fast now, rapidly moving her tongue back and forth against the underside of his member, twisting her head and slurping constantly.
He even felt that strange, arcing tingle, though it felt more 'tugging' this time. It only enhanced the pleasure, and helped bring about his climax.
"Fuuuuck!" signalled a bucking of his hips -- which she kept managed with the hand to his pelvis holding him down -- as cum erupted from his dick.
She stopped moving, halfway down his member so his tip was just at the start of her throat, pumping thick ropes of seed down her gullet, the back of her tongue rubbing to the underside of his glans, the rest of the muscle gently brushing his length to keep him pulsing.
He didn't think he'd ever throbbed this hard when cumming before, and she kept going with her gentle ministrations and her fondling massage to his balls.
Slowly, she began to retreat to his tip, suckling hard to ensure no drop spilled, his final spurts taken into her mouth when she was just latched onto his tip, tongue rolling up and down his glans. Then there were a few dribbles, which she lapped up, before popping free. One last trickle came from his tip, but it had no chance to spill, one long brush of her tongue gathering it up and pulling it into her mouth.
She smacked her lips and then let out a luxurious sigh, showing her mouth to be almost entirely clean; she'd drank it all without a second thought.
Marc sat there, panting softly; he wasn't exactly tired, but that was a blowjob to remember, and it was an intense nut.
"Damn... feels like you could suck my soul out like that..." he remarked, pausing to look at her as she licked her lips and gulped a few more times, her cheeks bulging slightly as her tongue moved around, making sure she got any residue. "You're a freak, you know that?"
"Freaks make for the best sex~" she defended with a smirk. "And you don't live an awful lifestyle, so your cum isn't as bad as some, but I think I've gotten used to the taste."
"You know just how weird the sentence that just came out of your mouth is? Besides, I thought that 'healthy food, tasty cum' idea was a myth."
"Mmm, yes and no," she answered. "A good diet can reduce the saltiness. Besides, there are other aspects to it."
"What 'other aspects' could there possibly be?" he inquired.
"Can't really explain it," was her cryptic response. "Besides, I don't think we're quite done here~"
She pointed to his cock, and though it had drooped just a little, it had not softened. He was still incredibly aroused, and Marc was honestly surprised he wasn't going fully limp.
"You want me to go again?" he said with some incredulity.
"After a bit of recovery~" she answered, gently gripping his dick and giving it a few slow strokes, her residual saliva keeping the motions slick. He winced in stimulation, a throb coursing through his member.
"Fuck, Sofia, I just came, it's sensitive!" he complained. She only giggled and let out a soothing hissing sound.
"Just relax~ You'll be ready go again in no time~ But I'll make sure you won't need to go for a third round after~"
It almost sounded like a threat, yet it excited him all the same. But surely she wasn't going to give him another BJ. What else could she do?
Surely not.
A few moments passed, Sofia nursing Marc's cock back to full vigour, whilst he gently gasped and loosed heated breaths. Soon, more precum was trickling from his tip, which she proceeded to lather into his skin with a few full-length pumps, cleaning her hand off with some obscene work with her mouth.
"I think you're ready~" she said.
"Yeah..." Marc agreed, watching as she then moved to crawl over him, kicking the covers further off him and leaving him fully exposed save for his shirt and his pants still wrapped around his knees.
She moved to straddle his thighs, and he realised, surely yes. That was her plan.
"Wait, you can't be serious!" he protested as he felt her belly brush up against his erection, a wince going through him as the tip of her gash grazed upon the root of his member.
"What else do you want me to do~?" she remarked teasingly. "And what else did you expect~?"
When she put it like that... yes, this should've been expected. Still, it took him by surprise. He still had some of those 'stepsister' reservations, and sex seemed like crossing a line.
But what was more of a crossed line was she wasn't grabbing any condoms. In fact, he didn't think she came in with anything except her gown.
"Wait, what about a rubber?" he said quickly. "You can't expect me to fuck you otherwise, do you?"
"Smart boy~" she praised, Marc feeling a little bit of indignation at being called 'boy'; it was almost as bad as 'bro'. "But you don't need to worry, we both had a health exam a week ago."
"That's besides the point, I'm not gonna knock you up!"
"I wouldn't worry about that either~ You think I'm the kind of girl that'd risk that? I have my own protection. A sort of... implant. You won't feel it," she explained.
Marc was a little leery; it was often said that any guy that claimed protection wasn't necessary, 'he'd pull out', was sending up a red flag. The same applied to girls, Marc figured.
But if she was as horny as she claimed, maybe she was right about this 'implant'. Still, he had his doubts.
"I'm not sure about this," he muttered. Sofia smiled and pressed a finger to his lips.
"If it makes you feel any better, you can watch me take a pill in the morning; I don't take chances~"
He still wasn't sure, but his dick was throbbing like mad, full of need. The idea of going raw inside her was... exceptionally enticing.
"Alright... but I'm pulling out, okay?" he asserted.
"Sure, of course~" she answered seductively, and rolled her hips forward in order to grind her slit against his erection. They both groaned, Sofia because her clit was being depressed against his dick, and Marc because he had this excessively hot, promiscuous Hispanic girl grinding against his cock.
She rolled her hips more, until she was basically pressing the length of her slit to his erection, letting her labia splay to either side of his girth, letting him feel the warm, wet softness of her vulva. She slipped up and down for a moment, before pushing down to sandwich his length between her vulva and his gut. It was a little uncomfortable, as his cock wanted to stay standing upright, but her grinding offset that just fine, rolling her hips with an almost hypnotic grace.
Marc couldn't help it, he reached up to grip her thighs gently, caressing them softly, sliding one up to her hip, then the other, gently holding onto her and feeling the way she moved. She smiled and moved to grasp his wrists loosely, legs planted either side of him as she rubbed away without any supporting leverage.
"Feels good, doesn't it~?" she crooned sensually. "My wet pussy sliding up and down your dick~ It's gonna be nice and slick for me when I put it in~"
She licked her lips in one of her provocative displays, and Marc grumbled in complaint. Everything she did seemed to get him horny. Hell, even her dirty talk, cheesy as it was, was said with such salaciousness it got to him.
"Your... pussy... really is feeling a bit empty right about now," he retorted in an attempt to get some back at her. It was a challenge he shouldn't have made, as she narrowed her eyes and grinned wickedly.
"Is that so~?" she said lowly, with seductive danger. "Are you sure don't want to keep this up~?"
She slowed down, pressing more firmly and rocking her hips almost as if in slow motion, grinding her soft flesh to his erection, practically drowning his nerves in the erotic pressure.
"Feel my pussy pushing your cock down..."
She pushed down and gyrated from side to side, depressing his cock into his gut just a little.
"... polishing that swollen head of yours..."
She moved to his glans, letting her nether folds wrap around the tip, rolling her hips to give his helm a wet coat and a sensual massage.
"... feel my 'lips' give that throbbing cock of yours a nice 'kiss'..."
She meandered her groin up and down his length, twisting her splayed labia a little and further coating his member in a film of her arousal.
God she was so fucking wet.
"Okay, okay, fuck! I get it," he exclaimed, voice a little breathy from how easily she got him riled up. Her foreplay methods were unbelievable.
She let out a low chuckle, done with her torture now that he got the point. She slid down, far enough to graze his balls, before lifting up and letting his cock rise with her, pussy gliding along his standing member, until she sat her vulva atop his glans. One last tease, slowly gyrating her womanhood against his helm, making him groan.
"If you keep that up, I'm gonna pull you down onto my dick," he warned with a little frustration. As expected, this only seemed to titillate her.
"Oh, Marc's got some zest in him after all~" she teased.
"Shut up."
She chuckled, but after a few more gyrations, she decided to finally end Marc's torment... and slowly slipped down onto his cock, both of them letting out a soft sigh of pleasure.
"Fuck, you're tight," he remarked. Indeed, her sopping walls gripped his member snugly, but it was the perfect level of tight. He could feel his corona grazing along the contours of her walls. Hell, he could even feel the pulsations of her heartbeat, minute contractions around his dick with each thump.
And in yet another impressive moment, she took him to the root, coming to nestle upon his groin, his cock all the way inside of her. She let out a luxurious sigh once she was properly seated.
Marc groaned, and glanced up at her with an almost weakened look.
"Fuck me," he exclaimed. "You feel better than the last girl I was with."
He wasn't sure if he should've said that, but she seemed to be modestly candid with her own sexual proclivities, and she immediately giggled in response.
"I always appreciate flattery~" she crooned. "As for that first part... with pleasure~"
She began to rise, and Marc rolled his head back against the headboard of his bed, pleasure coursing through him, feeling her walls grip his length, tugging as she ascended.
Only his tip remained inside of her when she stopped, but he only got a quick, knowing glance from her before she dropped down with enough speed to cause a smack to sound out. Light, soft, but wet and erotic.
Then she moved into a smooth pace, rising and falling with those wet slaps echoing throughout the room.
"Yesss~" she hissed, her hands leaving his wrists and moving to splay across his chest. "This is what I needed~"
"Fuuuck," Marc groaned. Even as she moved, he could feel those walls gripping his member, seemingly rippling as her muscles flexed, massaging his entire length. The contours, the little folds, they got underneath his corona and wetly rubbed into his most sensitive parts.
He watched as her spine undulated, especially when she stopped bouncing on his dick to instead roll back and forth in another grinding motion, forcing his length against her front and back walls. Or side to side, when she began with a lateral rocking.
She looked down at him, such an intense lust on her face, her eyes especially intense. He could've sworn that he saw a glow in them, but he paid little mind to it, assuming it a trick of the light and his own brain getting a little wired from the pleasure.
She bit her lower lip and moaned.
"It feels so good..." she praised, before fixing him with a salacious leer. "I bet it feels good for you too~ Feeling my hot pussy taking your dick to the base~"
"Goddamn..." he muttered, barely answering her. Whenever she twisted her hips, and bent his dick, he felt it digging into her walls, glans grinding over the contours and getting extra stimulation.
Sofia soon returned to her bouncing motion, breasts jumping as much as she was, a hypnotic jiggling that drew his gaze, which did not go unnoticed.
"C'mon, bro, you can touch your stepsister~" she enticed, even with the mention of their relationship.
He didn't have a chance to complain about her saying those weird things again before she grasped one of his hands by the wrist and tugged it to one of her breasts.
"Go on, grope me, Marc~ Get a feel~" she encouraged.
Marc couldn't help it, he dug his fingers in to get a handful, feeling her tit flesh slightly fill the gaps between his fingers, and feeling her erect nipple practically straining against his palm.
He squeezed, fondled, even slid his hands back to toy with her nipple with a fingertip, though it made it hard to grasp her globe with her bouncing.
The slapping grew louder, filling his ears. He knew he was leaking precum inside of her, but he could hardly resist how good it felt. He was nearing a climax already, his cock throbbing inside of her.
It was then he became aware of a most bizarre sensation. It felt like an immaterial tugging inside of him, subtle and weak, but stimulating, oddly pleasurable. Like there was a faint current running from his chest down his body and out through his dick, leaching into her pussy.
He thought he saw a faint aura of purple-blue haze around his groin, but with how much his head was buzzing from the stimulation, he wasn't sure if it was there or not.
But the buzzing of his head only seemed to become more intense when he felt this weird sensation. Everything became that more pleasurable, and he found it difficult to keep track. Both his hands moved to grip her hips as a mild weakness filled him, though the pressure in his loins was stronger than ever.
"Yes, yes~!" Sofia cried, slamming her hips down onto his cock, racing towards the finish.
So frazzled was Marc, he didn't have the clarity of mind to warn her that he was about to cum... or even realise it himself, beyond a quick, ecstasy-filled muttering of 'I'm close', forgetting his insistence on pulling out.
"Cum for me, Marc~!" Sofia insisted, lost in her own ecstasy, every now and then altering her motions, shifting to grinding or gyrations, but never leaving her pounding bouncing for long, her glutes slapping loudly, each impact sending her rump rippling.
His cock was about to explode. He didn't attempt to warn her, that strange sensation had weakened him just a little and made the stimulation all the more intense. Short of breath, he cried out one last warning.
"I'm... fuck!"
"Yes~!" Sofia screamed as a long, low groan of ecstasy left Marc, bucking upwards forcefully and gripping Sofia's hips tight as he unleashed a powerful surge of cum right into her pussy.
She slammed her hips hard down atop him, pushing as firmly as she could so he was deep as possible, unable to pull out as a sudden spasm overtook her, a cry of bliss leaving her, arching her back and rolling her head backwards as orgasm took her too... Marc failing to notice the faint spiral of misty light that swirled around her body, as that strange sensation seemed to intensify, sapping him just a little bit more of his strength.
He unloaded several heavy spurts before his climax finally came to a close, feeling his groin spattered with her own orgasmic juices. Her quivering ccalmed too, Sofia panting softly, sounding far less strained than he did, his pants heavier and more heated, though hers were far more lustful. His vision was a little blurry thanks to half lidded eyes and a surprisingly intense orgasm, so he only saw the vague shape of Sofia as she leaned over him, going a little slack as she calmed down.
But when he opened his eyes fully and his focus returned, he noticed, with a start, that she looked different.
Now, curling from the sides of her head, were a pair of black goat-like horns. Her ears were now longer and pointed, and gently unfurling from her back were a pair of large leathery, maroon wings, so dark they were almost black, and very bat like, whilst a similarly leathery tail with a spaded tip gently brushed along his leg.
When her breathing normalised, she brushed her hanging bangs of hair out of her way, letting Marc see her glowing eyes, a soft but striking red colour with slit pupils, which widened when Sofia realised he had taken notice, watching as he stared with incredulity and mouthed 'what the fuck'.
She let out a nervous laugh.
"Haha... well, guess I have some explaining to do."