We were celebrating and I couldn’t help but give myself that delicious treat… then I kept making her feel good!

A Daily Sizzle subscribers-only bonus follow-up story to His Curvy Stepsister

By Jules Marie

Corey:

“Cheers,” my wife Vanessa said, as she toasted her champagne flute against mine, while we were eating chocolate-covered strawberries in our luxurious hotel room.

“Cheers! To our one-year wedding anniversary,” I added.

She winked at me and smiled that charming, devilish smile of hers that crosses her face sometimes—but only for me.

I knew that she was thinking what I was thinking: it was still pretty weird that we were stepbrother/stepsister and now we were husband and wife! What a crazy transition that had been—quite the whirlwind.

And yet it was also kind of hot. I thought back over all the times we’d spent sneaking around together, hoping that we wouldn’t get caught, and that familiar thrill of excitement ran through my body, making the blood pump down to my cock extra quickly, hardening it yet again, which was something that often happened when I was around Vanessa.

Suddenly I was ready to taste more than just the sweetness of the strawberries, chocolate and champagne. My wife had just given me an amazing blowjob before we’d sat down to celebrate, and now it was my turn to eat that delicious pussy of hers. Ever since we’d been at that fancy dinner, I’d wanted to do just that!

She was only wearing a sexy pink nightgown, and it was see-through. I licked my lips as I stared at her hard, pointy nipples peeking out from underneath it. I loved how I could see every curve and inch of her voluptuous body.

After not being able to stand it for one second longer, I stood up and went around to her side of the table. Then I took her by her hand and pulled her up a bit roughly.

Now that she was no longer carrying my child—who was at home sleeping soundly with a babysitter so that we could go out for the first time since she was born nearly four months ago—I could be as rough as I wanted with my “little sister.”

So, I lay her down on the table where we had just been eating the strawberries, not even caring that she kicked over a glass of champagne, because I was too busy staring at her gorgeous, lovely curves.

Her thighs looked so thick and juicy; I couldn’t resist running my hands up and down them. Her skin felt soft, smooth and absolutely perfect.

I burrowed my mouth between her legs and felt the warmth of her wetness. My tongue went to work, licking and teasing until she was practically grinding against me in pleasure.

I could feel every quiver of delight that ran through her body as I continued my relentless assault with my tongue, causing her to cry out explicit exclamations in the form of dirty talk that we had come to love to use with each together during intimate moments like these.

“Oh, my big brother, that feels so good,” she moaned. “I love when your tongue is on my clit like that. It feels amazing when your lips suck it. And when you eat my pussy. Oh, yes, oh, yes.”

She was wiggling all around, her pussy demanding more of my mouth. She was calling my name out louder and louder with each thrust her cunt made against my mouth.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have met her—even under the circumstances being what they were—and to have married her. Everything felt great with her in my life. And my mouth felt perfect on her pussy!

“Yes, Corey, yes, that feels so good!
she groaned. “Harder. Right there. Oh, yeah. Just like that.”

Feeling emboldened by the intensity of our shared lust, my hand roamed over every inch of exposed skin on her body before gripping tightly onto both of her hips for support as I plunged my mouth deeper into her pussy, my tongue moving in a frenzy as I did so, licking and lapping at every inch of her.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, as her juices ran out of her pussy and into my mouth.

I sucked on her delicious nectar happily. And then once I was done, I took a moment to pause and behold the beautiful sight in front of me: my stepsister’s pussy was spread wide open and dripping wet for me, her eyes were wild with desire for me, and her little clit was pulsing for me.

Of course, her nipples were still pointing at me from under her lacy pink nightgown, as if just begging me to touch them. So, I did, reading up to pinch them as more juices dripped out of her pussy and into my other hand, which was still cupping it.

I was so glad I had made her my wife. I wanted to do this every night with her, forever. And from the moans and whimpers that were coming out of her mouth, she felt the same way.

“Oh, yeah, you like when your brother plays with your nipples, don’t you, my little stepsister slut?” I asked her.

She nodded and smiled, her eyes glazed over with happiness as she looked sexier than ever.

“I love it,” she agreed, as I bounced her big breast in my hand and then pinched it as I also twisted her clit in between the fingers of my other hand.

I loved working her with everything I had, making her feel good all over, and playing with her body like it was my toy.

“You’re such a bad little girl,” I said, taking my super hard cock into my hand and spanking her pussy with it. “Your big brother has to punish you.”

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, as my dick bounced around all over her pussy.

I couldn’t stand it then; I had to put my lips back on her clit and suck on it some more. It felt so good to have it back in between them.

She humped my face while I sucked her clit, and then she started gripping the back of the table for support as I began to thrust my tongue in and out of her hole.

“Oh, yes, that feels amazing!” she cried out, as I tongue-fucked her.

I continued twisting and pinching her pussy as I started sucking on her clit again. Then I played with her hole the same way, finger-fucking her hard and fast until her entire body was quivering.

“I’m cumming; oh, yeah, I’m cumming!” she said, her thighs shaking.

Once all the wetness had run out of her and I’d slurped it all down, I couldn’t help but keep taking her right then and there.

I wanted to keep going and I didn’t want anything to stop me. So, after bending down and picking up the tie that I’d worn to our anniversary dinner but then had thrown onto the floor of our hotel room while I’d been undressing myself earlier, I used it to bind Vanessa’s hands to the chair.

Now her ass was sticking out in front of me, and her nightgown was hiked up, giving me a great view of her plump ass cheeks and her pink little pussy lips.

“Your big brother is going to have to have his way with you now,” I told her. “Your husband is going to take what’s his, and you can’t do anything to stop me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, as I plunged my cock into that hot, wet little cunt of hers.

I felt myself swell, my cock getting longer and wider as I penetrated her tight inner sanctum, feeling its pink dampness envelop my now throbbing-cock with ecstasy.

The pleasure was intense; it aroused sensations from inside out that I’d been craving for so long. Having our baby was worth not being able to have sex for a while afterwards, of course, but I had been so looking forward to this moment when we could again, and it was not letting me down!

My hips began to move in a rhythm of pure bliss as I watched Vanessa arch her back and felt her pussy quiver underneath me, intensifying the experience exponentially. I loved fucking my wife so much!

I wanted to shoot my cum out inside her and make us another baby. Jessica needed a little sibling. But I didn’t want to do that just yet.

We’d been waiting so long for this night that I wanted to make sure it lasted. So, I held back, even though it was hard.

I was fascinated by the power my wife held over me, and how she almost made me lose control—something that had never happened to me before until I’d met her.

“You’re such a dirty little slut, letting me tie you up to the table and fuck you silly like this,” I said, taking her ass cheek in my hand and spanking it.

“Owww,” she cried out, but she was looking up at me with a smile, so I knew it didn’t hurt too bad. “I’m sorry, husband. I don’t mean to be such a whore but you turn me into one. Go ahead and punish me as you see fit.”

I did, twisting her nipple with one hand and spanking her plump ass cheek with the other. It bounced around more and more as I started fucking her pussy harder again, and I kept slapping it.

“That’s right,” I told her, with a whap. “You’re mine and I can do what I want with you.”

Whap.

Slap.

Crack.

Her ass was red with a big welt on it by the time I was done. But she was pulling her pelvis towards me from behind, clearly liking it and wanting more.

I was driving my cock further and further inside her, stuffing her pussy full and loving the feeling of its inner walls squeezing my cock hard.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, as she began moaning.

I kept thrusting into her pussy, pounding it while we both panted and groaned, until finally, an explosive climax took over both our bodies and sent us into a world where everything else melted away except for the sheer pleasure that both of us were feeling.

By the time I untied her and we crawled into the King-sized bed with its comfortable silk sheets, both of us were exhausted. I wrapped my arms around Vanessa and kissed her hair.

“I’m so glad we got married even though it wasn’t the most socially acceptable thing to do,” I told her, and chuckled.

“Me too,” she said sleepily. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Always.”

She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face. I felt content but part of me was worried about Jessica since we had never left her alone before.

In the morning, I woke up before Vanessa and called the sitter.

“Everything’s just fine,” she reassured me. “She’s drinking the milk that Vanessa pumped and left here, and she looks really happy doing it.”

“Okay, good,” I said, with a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that.”

I heard Jessica cooing happily in the background, and now all was truly right with the world. I reviewed the room service menu and picked out Vanessa’s favorite breakfast that I knew she would like the most.

She woke up when room service knocked on the door, and then smiled at me happily.

“Good morning, wifey,” I said, as I took the tray from the attendant and brought it over to the bed so that I could serve her. “It’s time for breakfast in bed.”

“Wow,” she said, smiling. “Thank you. It really is nice to get away!”

“Yeah, I figured you deserved a break from having to be the one to make the breakfast,” I said, looking down at her big, luscious tits, which were swollen with milk and even starting to drip.

“Oh, shit,” she said, clasping her hands over them. “That reminds me. I have to pump! And I have to call the sitter and make sure that Jessica’s okay…”

“She’s fine,” I told her, picking up the fork and stabbing her eggs benedict with it before feeding her a bite. “I already called home. Our daughter has already enjoyed her own breakfast thanks to you. So, you just relax and enjoy your own!”

“Okay, if you insist,” Vanessa said, with a twinkle in her eye.

“I insist on doing everything I can to make you the happiest woman in the world, always,” I swore. “Because you and Jessica make me the happiest man and I love you so much.”

“I love you both so much too,” she said, and now I could truly relax, for good.

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The End.

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