My Pregnant Stepsister

I had no other choice but to comply. I started licking her.

"That's it, lick your step-mommy's hole," she moaned.

I couldn't believe my stepmom was beginning to grind on my face.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "get that tongue buried in Mommy's box."

I couldn't believe how loud she was, how demanding, and I couldn't believe how my dick was responding to all this. It was suddenly hard as steel.

"You're such a dirty boy," she moaned, after a couple more minutes of my licking, as she suddenly began really grinding on my face.

This is all Quinn's fault; she started it. Now look where it has landed me.

I just extended my tongue and did the best I could to keep up as she declared, "Yes, yes, baby boy, Mommy is coming." My face was plastered with wetness in a few seconds.

After that, she released me and commanded me to bring out my dick, which I did after some hesitation.

"See the long, big rod you used on my only daughter. You have drilled well in between her legs already." She said as she grabbed it in her hand, feeling it.

"I'm sure your dick isn't big for nothing. I'm sure it has what it takes to handle my pussy. If not, sharpen it well because it has gotten a contract. It has work to do when we get back home. I won't have mercy for it," she said as she walked out of the bathroom. "Before I forget," she said, standing in the doorway after opening it.

"I don't want to see you close to my daughter again. I think you know what I mean. I don't want to see you inside her room or see her in your room either. If I catch you, only God knows what I will do to you. I'm going to cut off your dick. Avoid my daughter. For your life."

After warning me, she closed the door and left, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

What have I gotten myself into? My face was still smelling, so I turned on the tap and washed my face with soap. The odor couldn't vanish completely. I rinsed my mouth and continued doing what I came to do before my stepmom interrupted.

After fixing it, I came out only to see my dad watching TV. "Where are they?" I asked him. "You can find them in the kitchen." he replied, focusing on the screen. "I'm not going in there." "But wait, Dad, aren't we going to camp again? This is so relaxed." I asked.

"Oh, I've not told you. Sorry, it has been canceled." He replied.

"Why? I want to go," I said.

"Like I said a moment ago, we are not going again. It has been canceled; something came up," he said.

"What came up, Dad?" I asked.

"Stop disturbing me, Joshua. We are going back home." He said, changing the channel.

"Why is Mom cooking since we won't stay here any longer?" I asked.

"She's cooking for Grandma. So after cooking, we will be on our way back home," Quinn answered as she made her way out of the kitchen to the sitting area. I could see she was happy; she was smiling.

After cooking, we entered the car and made our way back home.

I just sat on my own, thinking about my life, what I would go through once we got home. I wondered what she would turn me into.

"I can't wait to get home so we will start from where we stopped," Quinn whispered in my ear.

I looked at her for a moment as she smiled. I shook my head and turned to face the front again. If she knew what I passed through a few hours ago and what I'm going to pass through from her mom, she wouldn't be saying this. "Why is your face like this? Who annoyed you?" she asked.

"Nothing, I'm just sad that it was canceled," I said so she would stop disturbing me.

"You look worried, not sad. I've been watching you. Tell me, what's the problem?" she said.

"Stop disturbing me, Quinn, leave me alone to rest," I said.

"Rest from doing what?" she asked.

"Can't you keep quiet?" I shouted at her.

"What is it, Joshua?" My dad asked.

"Nothing, Dad." I replied and stared at Quinn, who was shocked at my sudden behavior.