Corruption by Step Sister

I still can't believe that bitch did that to me.

To me!!!!

A person who had protected that little girl through all of her late night outings.

A girl I had protected and diverted her father, my husband Jason, while she snuck out whatever flavor of the month beau out of the house. And she did more than once.

A girl I had helped raise.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

To go and tease me.

God I can still feel her lips on mine.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Focus Sarah old girl. Focus.

My son and daughter not from my womb had left to fuck each other roughly an hour or so ago.

I still can't believe I let them go.

At least I didn't let them use my car. Really don't want to smell someone else's sex, let alone my son and daughter's.

I shuddered as I thought that.

After they left, I had stood there completely shocked that Kelly had done that to me.

God did it feel so fucking good.

Fuck!!!!

Stop it Sarah. You shouldn't be thinking of your daughter as a possible lover.

You were raised better girl.

Then why did it feel so good? Was it because Kelly felt so soft? Was it different compared to my husband's masculine hard body?

Fuck fuck fuck. Stop it!!!!!

After Kelly and Gabe had left I stood there dumb founded that Kelly had taken such an initiative to tease me.

And I was so close too. She had achieved her goal of teasing me making me understand her dilemma which I could only guess....until that moment.

I'm just glad Kelly didn't go down to taste or she would have received an unknowing surprise of her parents mixed juices.

Maybe I should have told her to wash her hands.....but I was a little distracted before they left.

I shook my head thinking back on it.

This is crazy! This is crazy!

I need to get my mind on something else.....someone else.

I had left the entertainment room and went back to my bedroom to find Jason sawing logs....disappointingly.

I was able to coax Jason out of his slumber with my usual way by giving his private region a nice licking and kissing.

It wasn't long before Jason woke to my coaxing and we had our usual fun. Jason pleased me...enough.

Jason woke up to an sleep shattering blow job and proceeded to pound my sopping wet pussy.

Though I will admit Jason is a fantastic partner both inside and outside the bed. He does have his downfalls that I have put up with because he usually makes up for it somewhere else.

Typical Jason within minutes he shot a second load into me causing my usual shuttering orgasm as I felt his hot goo unload into me.

No Jason isn't a minute man nor is he a marathon fucker. He does just enough to not piss me off with his lackluster stamina.

I'm just thankful I have a sensitive pussy or I would have kicked his ass more than once. I just wish he had better stamina.

Oh well beggars can't be choosers.

But soon after he exited me I felt hallow. After which Jason flopped over and was out breathing heavily before his snoring started gaining tempo and volume. I was still energetic for some odd reason.

Jason was back to sleep after our little romp for a second time.....he was quickly snoring fucking louder and louder with each breath.

Within seconds it was so bad I might need to go to sleep on the couch or somewhere else. Or I'd have to find a way to silence him.....like maybe a pillow....or duct tape.

I wondered if super gluing his lips closed will help. Na that's too much.

I wanted to play with his now limp goo covered fellow but I could tell Jason was spent and I wasn't.....Damn it!!!!

At least I achieved orgasm, but was it the orgasm I was looking for?

I shook my head and needed to do something.

I could get completely pissed until I pass out. But I don't think there's enough wine in the house.

I could drink Jason's personal stash of what he calls "semi expensive" whiskey. I would call them fucking expensive. Anything that costs more than $100 is expensive in my mind.

Though Jason could argue my shoes, purses, lingerie, or clothing was expensive. I argue that without the accessories I wouldn't be so popular on my channel.

Either way both Jason and I had expensive tastes. I'm just thankful Jason had diversified so much and we had so many followers or we wouldn't have half of what we have.

Anyways I could drink some of his whiskey until I pass out but I run the risk of either being really frisky, more than I am now. And Jason was already spent probably couldn't get round 3 out of him so quickly.

Another outcome of me drinking is I might turn into a mega bitch, which is very high.

Or holding my hair as I empty my stomach into a porcelain bowl, which is another high possibility.....I'm a little bit of a light weight...which Jason greatly appreciates.

All these possibilities were more likely than me passing out and sleeping next to the snoring ass in our bed.

But if I'm being honest drinking that much and passing out isn't really a good way to go to sleep....or wake up from either.

No sleeping elsewhere is my best option. And safer than harming my love.

I wonder where I should go to sleep?

I guess I could go to sleep in one of my girl's beds seeing how they won't be home for a few more days.

That's probably my best option.