Forbidden Fruit: The Second Bite

Ashley woke up to immediate pandiculation. Her face felt like a brick from the great slumber, but her pillow was a casualty in the process. It was damp from the stream of slob leaking from her mouth. It reminded her of the time her bedsheets suffered a similar fate, but its been clear skies since that lustful day. Her stepmom got the ultimate revenge, not only did she seduce her, she now had her questioning her sexuality.

The sudden smell of bacon and eggs infiltrated her room, Claire--mom was preparing breakfast for the family. Ashley got up and took a quick shower, changed clothes, and hopped down the stairs to fill her belly. She walked into the kitchen to see the table filled with eggs, bacon, toast, and plenty more to choose from. This was a little too much for the three of them. She looked around for her dad to see him off to work.

"He already left, sweetie." Claire's voice was light and happy. Her back was turned while still cooking God-knows-what.

"Already? I guess I have to wait 'til later to see him."

Ashley felt a bit bad by not seeing him off, but she was also glad he wasn't around to see what could happen between them. She was craving for her stepmom's touch, its been weeks since their first sexual encounter. She was getting tired of using her own fingers to pleasure herself. Maybe today was the day something interesting happens.

The doorbell rang. It was too early for it to be the mailman, and her dad had a key to the house. Claire pranced to the door as if to know who it was. A few seconds later, Ashley heard cheerful greetings and laughter, she could tell the stranger was a woman by the voice. Claire came back to the kitchen holding hands with a woman as tall as her.

"Ashley, you remember Emily from the wedding, right?"

"Yeah, I think so, its been about three years since then though." There was a fragment of her in Ashley's memory. The wedding was something she didn't care to remember at the time.

"Oh, my, you did a lot of growing up since then," Emily said laughing. Her smile was natural and cute. Sandy brown hair hung past her shoulders straightened, it went well with her ivory complexion. "You can call me Emily, Em, or Auntie if you want, even though it'll make me feel pretty old."

"If you're what old is suppose to be, then I've got nothing to worry about," Ashley said grinning. She meant every word she said, Emily was beautiful for her age and closely resembled Victoria Pedretti.

"Well," Claire said smiling, happy to see them hitting it off, " lets get you settled in your room first, and then we'll come back down for a bite."

"Jesus, Claire, are you trying to fatten me up for Thanksgiving or what?" Emily looked at the stacked table in disbelief, and then at Ashley who was piling her plate with three of everything. She couldn't help but smile at her niece for braving through the monstrous calories without a second thought.

Claire rolled her eyes at the comment. "You can complain about the food after I show you to your room. You'll be a door down from Ashley."

"Nice," Emily nodded, seeming to like what she heard, "I hope you don't mind having a neighbor for a while."

"I'm cool with it. If you promise not to snore loud like another individual I shall not name, then we should get along just fine." Ashley gave a shy smile, dimples formed on her adorable face. People would often tell her she favored Chloë Grace Moretz, especially when she smiled with her small lips.

"I promise, and maybe later you can tell me who this mystery person is," Emily teased, hoping it was Claire.

Ashley raised her eyebrows and turned around cautiously. She was afraid the hint was too obvious and feared getting her food taken away for it.

"Sweetie, don't talk about your father like that," Claire said, oblivious to who Ashley was really talking about.

The pair scurried from the kitchen leaving Ashley stranded on Mount Buffet. This threw a wrench in her plans for alone time with her stepmom. Aunt Emily was going to have her all to herself. That meant she would have to keep using her own fingers for a while longer. She climbed the stairs depressed with her plate of food, an imaginary dark cloud floated above her head.

Two days slowly passed by, her stepmom and aunt were tighter than closed virgin legs. They practically did everything together. Their relationship was strange, and they acted so weird whenever she came around.

For instance, yesterday, she went into the kitchen for some orange juice. She found them sitting at the table laughing and giddying like school girls. When they saw her enter the kitchen, it got real quiet and awkward. It was only after she left when the laughter resumed. It was normal for sisters to be close, but Ashley knew something was off about them.

It was a little past noon when her stepmom and aunt walked through the door. They were holding hands while carrying bags in the other. Emily was wearing a white floral swiss dot skort romper that showed a lot of thigh meat. Her legs were smooth and long with croc embossed ankle strap sandals. Her feet was pretty with painted white toes.

Claire had on denim blue jeans that were tight around her thick thighs and round ass. Her button-up olive Henley top was tucked in and further showed her big chest. Those things were like bowling balls and could stop traffic with the wrong color. Her sandy beige skin was probably soft with a nice smell from the cocoa butter she used.

Ashley was spying from upstairs, hoping not to be seen in her Metal Gear Solid shirt.

Her stepmom was looking sexy as always, but Emily was wearing the fuck out of that dress. And those legs were hypnotizing, she wouldn't mind kissing on them like they've never been kissed on before--dammit, her stepmom really turned her out. Here she was ogling her own aunt. What kind of monster did her stepmom create?

Emily was heading for the stairs, making Ashley sneak back into her room. She collapsed on the bed feeling like an idiot. Hiding around corners like a stalker wasn't a good look. Maybe it was jealousy causing her to come to these conclusions. Her mind hasn't been quite right since that day.

Three soft taps on the door pulled her back to reality. She whipped out her phone pretending to be normal. "Come in."

Emily opened the door enough to stick her head in, "Hey neighbor, hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Uh, no, of course not," she said, looking up from her phone, "I'm just going through Instagram and looking at random stuff." Emily's killer smile struck her hard. She could easily turn an average man to stone with it.

"I somehow misplaced my charger like a klutz and can't find it anywhere. Can I use yours for a couple of hours if you're not using it, pretty please?"

"Sure, yeah, no problem. I'm fully charged for now." Ashley yanked the white charger from the wall and handed it to Emily. The perfume she inhaled smelled like peaches. Oddly enough, it was her favorite fruit.

"Thanks, I'll get it back to you as soon as I can. And by the way, cool shirt you got on. Solid Snake is the man."

"Oh, uh, thanks and no problem."

The door closed. Ashley collapsed on the bed again letting out a heavy sigh of frustration. She couldn't believe it was happening. She was falling for her aunt.

Her mind tried to recreate the perfect image of Emily. A wave of lust suddenly washed over her completely. Her special place was aching for attention. Ashley's right hand was ready to dip in her shorts until she heard knocking at the door. Startled by the sudden sound, she hurried back into the position from before.

"Come in," she said in a tremulous voice.

The door opened halfway. Slipping through was Claire in her tight denims. Ashley perked up when she saw it was her. Excitement filled her completely to the brim.

"Mom, uh, do you need something?"

"Yeah, I do actually," Claire said as she closed the door behind her. Ashley swallowed hard wondering what it was. "You can tell me why you were spying on us from upstairs."

Ashley struggled to find words, her sneaking mission had failed miserably. Snake would've been disappointed if he were there now. Claire simply shook her head and folded her arms. Her stepdaughter was being naughty again. It seemed another lesson would have to be taught.

"You're being a bad girl again, aren't you? I guess were gonna have to fix that, aren't we?"

A mischievous smile came across Ashley's face. She was sitting in the middle of the bed Indian-style. She knew mommy was going to put her in line again. Claire sauntered towards the bed with her arms still folded. Her black duchess Chelsea boots clunked with each step.

She sat on the edge of the bed ladylike. She patted her thigh and said, "Come sit on mommy's lap."

"Okay," Ashley said in a low voice. She was crawling on all fours like an animal, obeying the order of its master. A sense of déjà vu came to her as she inched towards her stepmom.

Ashley's feet touched the carpet floor temporarily before sitting on Claire's lap. Her little legs dangled happily as she smiled at her stepmom. Claire's left arm was wrapped her waist while her right hand caressed Ashley's leg.

"Its been about two weeks since the last time we had our little talk," Claire said, still fondling her stepdaughter. "I've noticed you been trying to get my attention for a while now. Leaving dirty dishes and clothes around hoping to get me upset. But the thing is, sweetie, if we did this everyday it wouldn't be special. You understand, right?"

Ashley nodded her head to the question. She was right about it being special, but it takes a lot of will power to keep your hands off the thing you yearn for the most. And to be quite honest, it was her stepmom's fault for being the way she was. Before all of this, she was just a simple girl who liked to suck and fuck her ex from time to time. Claire was starting to say something.

"I think we should start off by you taking off your shorts and I'll remove my shirt."

"Um, okay," Ashley responded softly. Her smile was shy and innocent. She got off the comfortable lap and stood before her stepmom. She began to pull her booty shorts down her short legs. Black lace panties was revealed as her shorts dropped to her black socks.

Claire nodded with approval. She responded by pulling off her olive shirt and tossed it over by the beanbag. Her melons jiggled from the brief movement. The burgundy bra she had on came straight from Victoria's Secret. The amount of titty meat it was holding was astonishing.

"You know what, let's take this off too." Claire undid the bra and gravity took care of the rest. Her funbags hung low with high expectations of being sucked on. She held out a hand inviting her stepdaughter to come closer.

Ashley accepted her invitation and returned to the cushy lap. Her eyes was fixed on the pink areolas. It was the first time seeing a pair of bare breast other than her own. They were so perfectly round and natural, her mouth became watery with curiosity.

Claire appreciated the reaction with a genuine smile. She placed a gentle hand behind Ashley's head and drew her in close. The melons became bigger and bigger as her face gradually approached areola land. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips as if to be going for a kiss. She pecked the nipple shyly, it felt strange on her thin lips.

Ashley went for another peck to familiarize herself with it. Her stepmom seemed to enjoy it by the subtle moans she let out. Ashley went back to the nipple, but this time it wasn't for a shy peck. She wrapped her lips around the areola and sucked on it like a straw. Her slurping lips was stretching the right boob as she vacuumed it for milk.

"Oh, sweetie," Claire moaned from the stimulation. She was watching her stepdaughter suck on her sensitive breast. Ashley was looking up at her with big brown eyes, the innocence in them was making her wet. She wondered if her stepdaughter was turned on as well.

Ashley felt a hand slip between her closed thighs. She opened them voluntarily for the hand to do whatever it pleased. It was finally happening, mommy was rubbing her special place again.

"Mm, look at this, someone has a wet spot in their panties," Claire said grinning. Her fingers was focusing on the soon-to-be puddle spot. "You like the way I'm rubbing your pussy?"

Ashley bobbed her head with a mouthful of titty meat. She was getting ready to switch boobs until the dreadful sounds of knocking interrupted their session of lust. She spat out her stepmom's boob and attempted to stand up. Claire held her down with locked arms around her waist.

"Come in," Claire said nonchalantly.

Emily entered the room with a charger in her hand. She turned to the right and gasped at what she saw. "Oh, my god! Claire, what the fuck? She's your stepdaughter!"

Ashley closed her legs quickly and hid her face with shame. The embarrassment she felt was immeasurable. Her stepmom was still holding her down as if everything was okay.

Claire simply smiled and said, "Em, calm down and you can drop the ridiculous act. What took you so long?"

Ashley was confused by what she heard. She peaked through her fingers and saw a playful smile on Emily's face.

"Kept you waiting, huh?" Emily said in a cheerful tone. She was standing barefoot with both hands on her hips, smiling her usual smile at them both. "I was just giving you two some alone time before the most beautiful aunt in the world made her grand entrance."

Claire scoffed at Emily's excuse. She finally unbuckled her arms from Ashley's waist and let her go free. Ashley stood up looking at them both with a baffled expression on her face. Claire remained seated with perfect posture and folded arms. She would have to explain everything to her stepdaughter to clear up the confusion.

"Okay, let's keep this simple. I told your carefree aunt here what had happened between us. I gave her every single detail and she became ecstatic wanting to join us. I told her she could join, but only if you were okay with it."

Ashley stared at her stepmom dumbly for about 10 seconds before responding, "Wait, what? You told your sister about us, and then she responds by wanting to join? What kind of family are you?"

"Aw, Claire, she hasn't figured it out yet," Emily said with a giggle. She strolled over to Claire, bent down, and kissed her on the lips. Ashley stood speechless as she watched two siblings make out. Emily gently bit and tugged on Claire's bottom lip as she backed away. "We're not blood related or anything, that would just be weird."

"That's right," Claire said after licking her lips, "we're not related in any way. I call her my sister because we're really close. I wanted to be straight with you from the beginning, but your aunt wanted to do it the roundabout way and act all surprised when she caught us. I'm not gonna force you into anything you don't want to do. The decision is yours if you want to include your aunt or not."

"I don't know what to say," Ashley said. Her addled brain was still processing what she heard. She'd be lying if she said she didn't find Emily attractive. "Is it really okay to be with you both? I'm still inexperienced."

Claire got up from the bed with jiggling boobs. She was holding Emily's hand as she moved towards her stepdaughter. The pair silently chose a side of Ashley they wanted for themselves. The 19-year-old stood nervously as her stepmom and aunt towered over her. Their hands began to roam all over her jittery body.

"Sweetie, you've got nothing to worry about," Claire said as her hand resumed it's place from earlier. Her fingers rediscovered the wet spot with ease. "Your aunt and I will do all of the work. We'll take good care of you, won't we, Em?"

"Mm-hmm," Emily responded, her lips was too busy kissing on Ashley's neck. She was getting a small taste of the forbidden fruit.

Her stepmom was teasing her special place while her aunt was pulling off her shirt. Claire followed Emily's lead by sliding down her panties. They wasted no time getting her naked.

"Oh, someone isn't wearing a bra," Emily said gleefully. She was surprised by the bare chest of her niece.

"Well, we can't let her be the only one naked," Claire said. It didn't take long for her boots and remaining clothes to be littered on the floor. The last thing to come off was her burgundy panties. She slid them down her legs to reveal a shaved pussy.

Ashley couldn't help but ogle at it. Her stepmom's pussy was beautiful and bald like her own.

"I guess it's my turn," Emily crooned. She eagerly undid the dress to show off her baby blue strapless bra. She was going commando under the dress with a hairless nether region. The bra came off and littered the floor like the other clothes.

Claire suddenly picked up her stepdaughter and threw her on the bed. Ashley bounced for a moment with a grin on her face. She laid obediently with her legs open to them. They were staring at her special place with hungry eyes.

"Hey, Em," Claire said as she was still gazing at her stepdaughter's pussy, "what do you want to do to her first?"

"You know what I want to do, Claire. I just hope she enjoys it. Has she been trained yet?"

"No. I haven't gotten that far with her yet."

"Jesus, Claire, you're losing your touch. That limits us and you know I hate limits."

"Stop whining and come on," Claire said as she climbed on the bed. She was crawling on all fours like a cougar stalking her prey.

Ashley was wondering what they were talking about. What did she needed to be trained for? The question faded away when her stepmom kissed her on the lips.

Claire then softly spoke to her, "Turn around for me, sweetie."

Ashley followed the order without hesitation. She got on her hands and knees like she was told and waited for further instructions. Claire was sitting in front of her with a sly smile.

Ashley suddenly felt a pair hands grab her ass. She could feel her butt-cheeks being spread apart. She looked back and saw her aunt kneeling behind her. Her stepmom was giggling as she watched.

Ashley was ready to ask what was happening until her eyes nearly crossed each other. She felt something wet squirming around her asshole. She let out a series of whimpers from the new experience. Her aunt was licking her north hole like an ice cream cone. The tongue was swirling in endless circles.

Claire was now rubbing herself as she watched her stepdaughter enjoy the rim job. She obviously knew what Emily was doing to her, but she wanted to hear Ashley say it. "What is your aunt doing back there, sweetie?"

"She's licking my ass."

"How does it feel?"

"It feels really good, mommy."

"Tell me you love the way your aunt is eating your ass."

"I love the way Aunt Emily is eating my ass. It feels so good, I don't want it to stop."

It turned Claire on when Ashley described what was happening to her. She was rubbing her pussy faster than before. Her stepdaughter was looking into her eyes as she did it.

"Can I lick it, mommy?" Ashley asked in squeaky voice. Emily's tongue was still slithering in her hole.

Claire smiled and responded, "Of course you can, sweetie." She moved a bit closer so that Ashley could reach. She was curious to see how she would do for her first time.

Ashley stuck out her short tongue and began to lick her stepmom's pussy. Claire inhaled deeply as she teased around her clit. She was doing surprisingly well for her first try.

"How does mommy's pussy taste?" Claire asked.

"It tastes like candy," Ashley said smiling. She wanted to make mommy feel good. Her tongue finally reached the clit with snake-like flicks. Her goal was to make mommy cum with her mouth.

Claire's head dropped back and cursed at the ceiling. She couldn't believe Ashley was doing so good. Her red toes was curling from the working tongue. Her stepdaughter was trying to make her cum on her first try.