No Blood No Foul Ch. 2

I was still a little weirded out. I was laying back against the cool leather of the sofa in my lair, my cock still glistening as it tried to decide to take a nap after that performance or respond to my stepsister's curtain call. A moment before she had been standing before me with my jism running down her tight body in thick streams. I could still hear her gentle step on the carpeted stairs. They way her tongue danced around the tip of her finger as she tasted my cum made me want to leap out of the couch and run upstairs to her waiting lips, but even that psychotic desire could not overwhelm natures demand that I obey the labor rules laid out for penis work hours. The will was strong, but the flesh was weak.

I looked at the T.V. and when my eyes refocused I saw that the Rangers were taking yet another royal whupping. The biggest payroll in hockey had only managed to put a turnstile in front of an All-Star goalie. The remote said "click," and the television said no more for the evening. It was definitely time for bed.

I arrived at the top of the stairs. Janine's bedroom door was shut tight and no light came from the threshold. My room, however, was lit up like Ebbets Field. On my bed was my Janine's nightshirt, her panties on the floor by the bathroom door. The shower was running. When I stepped into the bathroom Janine's slender hand popped out from behind the shower curtain balled into a light fist. "Hey, what the hell is this?" she asked. I stepped forward to see what she was holding. I grabbed her wrist and her hand snapped around mine. The next thing I knew I was standing in the shower in my sweatpants.

"You silly goose, you can't take a shower with your clothes on," she waved her finger at me as she said this to heighten the mock-scolding effect. "Take those off this minute, young man!" I did as I was told. The soggy cotton hit the tiles outside the shower with a loud smack. "I was wondering when you'd show up," the scolding continued as she handed me a bottle of shampoo. "You barely made it in time to wash my hair." I poured a dollop of the shampoo into my hands and reached out to massage it through that adorable blonde bob of hers only to find it had disappeared.

The soft warm lips kissing the head of my cock told me just where it had gone. Her hand followed soon after that, fingertips pressing lightly against the livid ring just under the head and caressing lightly down the shaft, eventually turning over and cupping my low hanging balls. I looked down to see those same pleading eyes staring at me, her gaze bisected by the length of the cock that had apparently cut through it's earlier confusion and was now rapidly swelling to full glory. I had never seen something quite as sexy as the look of utter need that welled behind those eyes.

She didn't separate that mind-bending gaze from me for a second. Her tongue slid out from between her lips and ran up the shaft of my cock from balls too head. "So are you gonna stand there like an idiot with soapy hands or are you gonna wash my hair?" The next thing I heard was "Mmm…" as my hands collected her hair from the bottom and her mouth engulfed my prick. Her hair balled in my fists as the warmth slid down my cock and spread out to the rest of my body. I kneaded her hair and massaged her scalp; her hands slipped around behind me and gently squeezed my ass. Her head bobbed up and down my cock, twisting in circles, she was attempting to recreate the twisting motion she had seen my use to jerk off. Slowly she sank her head down as it twisted and it jerked up quickly. This girl was treating me to the greatest experience of my short sexual career. Her tongue danced across the underside of my member, I tried desperately to concentrate on washing her hair. I wanted this to last and despite the fact that I had just cum like a thoroughbred 10 minutes before I was rapidly building to climax once again. "Mmm," she hummed again, this time causing my knees to buckle with the tremors that went flying through me.

My cock slid from her lips with a pop and her hand quickly wrapped around it to jerk me lightly in replacement. Her hand felt almost as good as her mouth, her expert touch was feather light and torturously teasing as it slowly pumped my. Her hypnotic gaze pierced the cataracts of lust that clouded my view as she stared into me again. "Don't fight it baby, let me suck you off. Just cum in my mouth. I want to taste it this time while it's still hot," she cooed. Her gaze broke from my eyes and shifted to the stiff cock she was so lovingly stroking.

"Ooh, it's magnificent. I bet it feels so good when it's twitching and cumming. I bet your cum is so lovely when it's still steaming hot. You're going to let me taste it aren't you? Please?" Her pleading voice was too much. My eyes clamped shut, my mouth gaped and my hands clenched her hair. I felt her mouth engulf me once again, twisting and sinking the length of my shaft just as my orgasm went into overdrive. Her nose planted itself in my pubic hair hand her cheeks caved as she sucked deeply while I pumped thick streams of cum down her throat. She was deep-throating me as I came, her swallowing only served to milk more jism out of me and sent my body into hysterics. When it finally ended I couldn't even support myself. I fell to the floor panting and shivering in the steaming shower. She smiled at me sweetly before she stood up to rinse her hair.

When the water was turned off I followed her out of the shower stall and she wrapped us both up in a large, fluffy towel. We dried each other as we caressed our bodies from outside the soft terrycloth. I ran my hands down her back as she embraced me. I felt her warm breath on my chest as her head nuzzled into me. She pulled me tighter as I gave her smooth, tight ass a squeeze. My hands continued down and around the cleft of her thighs to find their inner recesses wet. The fact that they were slick told me she wasn't wet from the shower. When my fingers found the delicate lips that surrounded her pussy, she grabbed my wrist and pulled away. She shook her head at me and dried me off the rest of the way. "Sorry, tough guy, but you just came twice. There's probably zero chance you're going to go after it as hard as I'm gonna need it right now."

I was disappointed. She had just rocked my world and I wanted to return the favor. Beyond that, I was dying to plant my head between those creamy thighs. "I want you to think about it good and hard," she breathed at me as she took a step back out of the bathroom. "Sleep on it," her hand cupping her breast, sliding down her sleek torso and wrapping under her crotch. She moaned briefly as her fingers slid over her sopping slit. "I'm going to go deal with a few, ahh, issues and then go to sleep. In the meantime, here's something for you to think about." With that her glistening finger rose to my face. She held them under my nose allowing me a sample of the musk rising off of them. She slid a finger across my upper lip leaving a trail of her musk there for me to smell before dipping her fingers into my mouth for me to suck clean. She looked at me with her bedroom eyes fixed on mine as she began to turn to walk out. "I'll see you in the morning, killer."

With that she walked out. I was out of my mind. I could smell her as her juices still glistened on my upper lip. Every time I took a breath her tangy musk wafted up into my brain. I doubted I would sleep at all, but after the two rapid-fire super-orgasms I had just had I drifted off like a baby.

I woke up the next morning with a raging erection courtesy of some vivid dreams I had had. My stepsister's erotic version of Vicks Vapo-rub had wafted into my mind throughout the night and fed my subconscious with the idea of eating that sweet pussy and subconscious in turn fed that to my rapidly moving eyes. I hopped in the shower and to clean up and head to school. The only problem was this near painful erection jutting out in front of me. I spent an extra few minutes washing it and like magic it went away. A few well-timed flicks of the wrist and the jism that Janey hadn't sucked out of me the night before went sloshing reluctantly down the drain.

Emerging from the shower a much happier camper I bounced down the stairs to try to shove a bowl of cereal down my throat before I headed out the door. Dad was at the kitchen table tinkering with some odd mess of wires. "Hey champ," was his greeting as he looked up at me over his magnifying headset. "Any idea what's up with your sister? She flew out of here super early this morning with a huge grin on."

"No idea, Pops," I lied as I poured milk over my preferred morning meal of peanut butter Cap'n Crunch. "Anyway, she's not really my sister, is she?" The thought of her actually being a relative now gave me the creeps for obvious reasons.

"Settle down, slugger. I married her mom so get used to having her around." His comment was aimed at what he perceived to be my feelings of having my space invaded. As long as I didn't think of her as my sister, without the qualifying prefix of 'step' in front of it, I would have absolutely zero reservations about having her around for as long as she cared to stay. Jesus, I was ready to knock out my bedroom wall and let her have both rooms. "Anyway, she actually did pause long enough to ask me to tell you to come straight home from school because she needs you to give her a hand with something." I needed about two seconds to figure out what that meant.

School that day was definitely better. I got a few strange looks and giggles indicating that Bitch-On-Wheels Amanda had shared her little secret with some friends. I couldn't have cared less. In truth I should have thanked her. If it wasn't for her the astoundingly beautiful young woman who lived conveniently across the hall from me would not have given me the blowjob of a lifetime the previous evening. I simply shot her the bird and walked on. I got home that afternoon practically buzzing with anticipation. Stepping through the front door was like walking into an electrical field. Janine had all but promised me an opportunity to plant my head between her thighs and wrap my lips around her delicious pussy. I only hoped I could get her off as hard as she had gotten me.

I found her at the kitchen table. She was dressed to kill in sheer, loose purple skirt that terminated after only making half the trip from her ass to her knees. Just below her knees the boots began. Thin, soft leather the same color as her skirt oozed down her calves and continued on into thick heels and platformed soles. She was wearing a loose knit cardigan that strained at the lone button holding it closed. Under that was a tight baby-tee of light purple cotton. All the purple in her clothes set off the healthy blush of her fresh complexion. Her hair was tucked back in berets. She sat in a stool at the kitchen counter with her legs crossed reading a magazine and nursing a drink. She was adorable.

She turned around to face me when she heard my bad hit the floor. Her face twisted into a wicked grin as she stood. She grabbed a sheet of paper sitting next to her magazine and walked towards me with a sway in her hips that screamed sex. "I've been waiting for you, you naughty thing," she cooed. "Don't you know not to keep a girl waiting?" She handed me the paper. It was a note from Miranda explaining how our parents would be detained on business most of the evening and would not be back until much later. As I read it Janine's hands laced around the base of my neck and she pulled herself to me. Her knee slid up my leg and her foot wrapped around behind me. "I've got a treat for you," she whispered in my ear. Her tongue quickly followed the words and I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. I could smell her already. Jesus she was ready to go and I was dying to get a taste. My hands slid around behind her and squeezed her ass. The smell of her perfume was driving me insane.

"Oh God Janey, I only hope I can make you come as hard as you made me yesterday." I was crawling out of my skin.

"Mmmm, I'm sure you will," she crooned as she nibbled at my jaw line. Then she abruptly pushed away from me. "But that will have to wait." Reading the shock and desperation in my face she followed with "Trust me, I've got something much better in mind."

"What are you talking about? Are you trying to kill me?"

"Not at all big brother. I just thought you might enjoy a little payback." She grabbed my hand and led me up to her room. Once there she turned on her computer. "See that little black wire?" She pointed to a little USB cable that ran from the back of machine and ran almost invisibly along the edge of the carpet to her closet. "Follow it and you'll find a surprise. Just keep my face out of it."

At the end of the cable, perched on a folding chair in her closet was a digital camera. "Now sit down and wait like a good boy," she told me. "I promise you won't be disappointed." After I took my place she closed the door leaving it open just enough for me to have a full view of her bed and disappeared. As obvious as this situation may seem, my lust addled brain was confused. All the same I sat patiently for a half hour or so. It was ten that the situation began to clarify itself.

I heard to sets of feet coming up the stairs and treading down the carpeted hall. The door opened and I heard Janine's voice. "You know, that shit you pulled with my stepbrother yesterday was NOT cool. Not at all." Good old Janey. Still sticking up for me. The next voice I heard almost made me lead for joy.

"I'm sorry Janine." It was the sleek purr of Amanda Crawford. Her voice reminded me of an eight cylinder engine idling.

Janine crossed my view. "Honestly, what the fuck were you thinking?"

"I wasn't Janey, I'm sorry." There was a strange tone in Amanda's voice. She sounded like she was in heat. When she came into view she was shaking.

"Well," Janine sounded like an angry drill sergeant. "Just how sorry are you? Do you have any idea how pissed he was? The shit I had to deal with? What are you going to do to make it up to me?"

"Anything. Please don't be mad at me." Amanda was close to tears.

"Anything, huh? Maybe we can work something out." Janine's voice took on the tone it had with me back in the living room. Any doubts I had about where this was going melted away as I lifted the camera to my eye and prepared to get even. "Strip, bitch."

Amanda looked like a death row convict who just got a last minute reprieve from the governor. I could see Janine's boot clad legs at the side of the frame the closet door provided when she sat down. Amanda stood before her and slowly peeled the heavy sweater up over her shoulders and off. She was standing with her profile to me massaging her breasts through her sheer green bra. I snapped away at the digital camera. I watched the images appear slowly on the monitor across the room and realized that the pictures were going straight to the machine. I had carte blanche and went snap silly.

"Keep going, we don't have all day," said Mistress Janine from her just-out-of-view perch. Her feet were planted on the floor and spread apart. I wondered if she had her hand in her crotch knowing what was going on.

Her words sent a visible hot streak through Amanda. She bit her lip as her hand reached down to unzip her pleated plaid skirt. When it hit the floor she revealed her taste for matching bra and panty sets. Her panties were the same sheer green fabric as her bra. She stepped out of the skirt crumpled at her feet and was standing there as every mans fantasy. Her rich, wavy chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her large C-cup breasts heaved under their sheer restraints. Her delicate shoulders led to slender arms, the hands at the ends slowly caressed her own body. Goosebumps were the only blemishes on her golden, tanned skin. The deep caramel hue of her skin was brought out even further by the white thigh high stockings on her lithe legs, her dainty feet packaged in a pair of heavy soled black Mary Janes.

"Knees!" barked Janine and Amanda complied. She was now kneeling with her profile to me. Janine was commanding her and she was more than willing to obey. "Show me how you please yourself," Janine said in a much softer tone. She sounded like she was getting pretty hot herself. Amanda slid her hand down into her panties and her fingers found her slit. She started to breath heavily as she massaged her pussy. "STOP!" Janine shouted and Amanda sat bolt upright. "I want to watch your chest heave while you do it. Face the closet and continue."

Janine was brilliant. Whimpering Amanda turned and faced me without even knowing. Now she was kneeling in front of me. She leaned back on her free hand and spread her knees. Her fingers were clearly visible as she masturbated. I watched a finger disappear into her under the dark spot on the crotch of her panties. When Janine commanded her to take them off she did not hesitate. Now Amanda was spreading her bare coochie in front of me and masturbating. I couldn't help but rub my swollen cock through my jeans when I saw that she was shaved. She never heard the silent click of the digital shutter as I captured the whole thing on film.

I heard a scraping sound and noticed Janine was pulling her chair in closer. Now her whole body except her head was in clear view. "Now Amanda, that was a very nice show, but you still need to be much nicer to me." Amanda was still lust crazed. Janine picked the perfect moment, interrupting just before Amanda came. Her head snapped in Janine's direction and she crawled over between her legs. She moved like a panther, sleek and predatory. Janine held up a boot-clad foot as Amanda approached. Amanda took the cue and unzipped the boot, exposing Janey's petite foot. Amanda hungrily lapped at the toes while she unzipped the other boot. One of Janine's hands was out of view, presumably at her mouth as she moaned at Amanda's attention. The other hand was grinding lazy circles in her crotch. Amanda watched her hand with dejected hunger. Taking the cue from the prostrate girls face Janine snorted "Oh? Do you think you can do a better job?" and stood. Amanda reached up and began to slip off her master's skirt as Janey reached down behind her and unhooked her bra. Amanda's heavy breasts swung free at the same moment I realized my stepsister didn't wear anything under her skirt for the occasion.

Careful to respect Janine's orders to keep her face out of it, I couldn't help but make sure I got as many shots of this highly incriminating image as I could. Here was the most popular girl in school naked and on her knees removing the skirt of another girl. Once Janey stepped out of her skirt and sat back down it got even better. Amanda crawled up between her legs and ran her hands up under Janine's shirt. I could see her hands massaging my stepsister's tits as her face descended into Janey's lap. All I could see was Amanda's head slowly rocking in my stepsisters lap, but the sounds told me everything. The heavy slurping from Amanda and the soft cooing from Janine indicated that Amanda knew how to give another girl head; she was no stranger to Sappho. It wasn't long before Janine's hands were tugging at Amanda's hair and screaming. Her back arched up out of the chair and she slid out of it onto the floor. Amanda followed her all the way down like a hungry cat follows a saucer of milk. Janine was bucking and shoving her crotch into Amanda's face.

When everything settled down Amanda gave Janine a tender kiss on the thigh and looked up. "So am I forgiven now?"

"Well I forgive you," responded Janine. "And I don't really think my brother will have an issue anymore since he's been in the closet taking pictures this whole time."

Amanda laughed. Then Janine pointed to the computer. The screen was full of thumbnailed pictures of Amanda Crawford eating pussy. Amanda's jaw dropped, she was no longer laughing. When I stepped out of the closet she just stared at me. She blushed but made no attempt to cover herself. I guess she found the point moot considering I just photographed her giving my stepsister head. After a moment she just walked out of the room. Janey and I heard her go into the bathroom and run the shower.