Step-holiday Part Two
Breakfast is easier for Sam than me. I have the nervousness of a guilty boy; she wolfs down cereal and toast as if it were her last meal. Of course, no one suspects a thing, and I don't at first know how I feel about us having an enforced day apart. Mum takes Sam shopping, finding a bigger town, further away, in her usual desperate attempt to 'connect' with her step-brat, and I am dragged around a vintage car museum by Sam's Dad: Ironically, something I would quite enjoy today, but my only thought for then is her attitude tonight.
As it happens, after supper, she slips into her bed while I am in the bathroom. When I pull back my sheets, she hisses, "Psst! Nerd!? Over here!" and pulls back her own covers. She is topless, her firm breasts openly visible and enticing, pointing at me, almost daring me to join her. "You won't be needing those!" she continues, nodding at my boxers and t-shirt. I strip obediently and notice her panties are on as I climb into her bed. She pulls the sheets over our heads and giggles, "Not shy, are you, nerd?" Then she kisses me. Hard and deep, her tongue searching, probing, testing, trying for a response. Sam pulls me close against her soft, warm body, the contours and angles of her athletic build finding resting places against my chest, my hips, my legs. And my rampant cock.
"Hmmmm. Dirty boy stuff!" she chuckles, as her hand reaches down. She rolls onto her back, "Do you like my tits?" I gulp rather than answer, but that seems to satisfy her... As if my response mattered. "You can play with them, if you want. I like the way it feels, see? Like this!" And she gropes her own breasts by way of illustration, squeezing and pulling on them, her dark nipples already standing proud. I don't need a second invitation, and my hands are on her tender mounds in an instant, my fingers learning to caress her hard points, my palms rubbing her budding young tits. Sam was a late-bloomer in the boob department, but what she lacks in cup, she more than makes up for in sensitivity.
Her gentle moans encourage me to try something I never thought I would until I had a proper girlfriend: I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking, licking, teasing it, swirling my tongue around her stiff peak, squeezing her tit gently all the while my lips and tongue and mouth do everything I can think of to please her. Sam grips my hair, and her groans tell me I must be on the right lines! She finally tells me I can cum on her tits, if I like, and I quickly stroke out a torrent of jizz, plastering her pretty little breasts in creamy white spunk. She dips a finger in a thick glob and lazily sucks it down. "No. Still not sure..." she announces, then wipes herself with tissues before handing me the box. "My bed, nerd! Don't get it sticky!" Then we spoon, like last night, until early morning.
As the sun comes up, I realise Sam is stroking my shaft to its full hardness. She kisses me the rest of the way awake, and tells me she will wank me off this time. She is true to her word, and, although she sometimes hurts me in her inexperience, she brings me to completion by twisting her hands, spitting on my cock, watching intently as she learns how to get me off. My ejaculation sprays up and lands on my stomach and pubes and she licks the remainder from the back of her hand, eyes closed, her face angelic.
Perhaps my first wank given by another person calmed me, because breakfast goes without incident, or anything being noticed, I should say. Sam takes forever in the bathroom, until finally we head for the beach, picnic and blanket provided by my Mum, and Sam makes a fuss of her appreciation.
We don't even swim. Instead, Sam finds a spot in the thin line of trees behind the beach and the moment the rug hits the ground, we are on each other like a****ls, clothes torn off, apart from her panties. We kiss and fondle each other, our hands eagerly exploring, our lips learning about ways to make each other tingle with desire. Then my fingers find their way between her legs. Sam sits up suddenly. "Look, nerd. I want this, ok? I need to know you are in it as well? Into it, in me, into me... Oh fuck! Are you sure you can handle this?! I don't think either of us wants a parental unit inquest, ok? This is you and me, no one can ever know!" I tell her, I understand, but obviously I just want to keep kissing her amazing body, her responsive lips; I want to hear her moan softly at my touch, feel her skin next to mine; I want to know what changed when my fingers wandered towards her pussy.
As it happens, after supper, she slips into her bed while I am in the bathroom. When I pull back my sheets, she hisses, "Psst! Nerd!? Over here!" and pulls back her own covers. She is topless, her firm breasts openly visible and enticing, pointing at me, almost daring me to join her. "You won't be needing those!" she continues, nodding at my boxers and t-shirt. I strip obediently and notice her panties are on as I climb into her bed. She pulls the sheets over our heads and giggles, "Not shy, are you, nerd?" Then she kisses me. Hard and deep, her tongue searching, probing, testing, trying for a response. Sam pulls me close against her soft, warm body, the contours and angles of her athletic build finding resting places against my chest, my hips, my legs. And my rampant cock.
"Hmmmm. Dirty boy stuff!" she chuckles, as her hand reaches down. She rolls onto her back, "Do you like my tits?" I gulp rather than answer, but that seems to satisfy her... As if my response mattered. "You can play with them, if you want. I like the way it feels, see? Like this!" And she gropes her own breasts by way of illustration, squeezing and pulling on them, her dark nipples already standing proud. I don't need a second invitation, and my hands are on her tender mounds in an instant, my fingers learning to caress her hard points, my palms rubbing her budding young tits. Sam was a late-bloomer in the boob department, but what she lacks in cup, she more than makes up for in sensitivity.
Her gentle moans encourage me to try something I never thought I would until I had a proper girlfriend: I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking, licking, teasing it, swirling my tongue around her stiff peak, squeezing her tit gently all the while my lips and tongue and mouth do everything I can think of to please her. Sam grips my hair, and her groans tell me I must be on the right lines! She finally tells me I can cum on her tits, if I like, and I quickly stroke out a torrent of jizz, plastering her pretty little breasts in creamy white spunk. She dips a finger in a thick glob and lazily sucks it down. "No. Still not sure..." she announces, then wipes herself with tissues before handing me the box. "My bed, nerd! Don't get it sticky!" Then we spoon, like last night, until early morning.
As the sun comes up, I realise Sam is stroking my shaft to its full hardness. She kisses me the rest of the way awake, and tells me she will wank me off this time. She is true to her word, and, although she sometimes hurts me in her inexperience, she brings me to completion by twisting her hands, spitting on my cock, watching intently as she learns how to get me off. My ejaculation sprays up and lands on my stomach and pubes and she licks the remainder from the back of her hand, eyes closed, her face angelic.
Perhaps my first wank given by another person calmed me, because breakfast goes without incident, or anything being noticed, I should say. Sam takes forever in the bathroom, until finally we head for the beach, picnic and blanket provided by my Mum, and Sam makes a fuss of her appreciation.
We don't even swim. Instead, Sam finds a spot in the thin line of trees behind the beach and the moment the rug hits the ground, we are on each other like a****ls, clothes torn off, apart from her panties. We kiss and fondle each other, our hands eagerly exploring, our lips learning about ways to make each other tingle with desire. Then my fingers find their way between her legs. Sam sits up suddenly. "Look, nerd. I want this, ok? I need to know you are in it as well? Into it, in me, into me... Oh fuck! Are you sure you can handle this?! I don't think either of us wants a parental unit inquest, ok? This is you and me, no one can ever know!" I tell her, I understand, but obviously I just want to keep kissing her amazing body, her responsive lips; I want to hear her moan softly at my touch, feel her skin next to mine; I want to know what changed when my fingers wandered towards her pussy.
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