In Step Ch. 07

"I don't know. I haven't decided yet."

"You're about to graduate from high school and you haven't selected a college yet?"

"So?"

"What are you going to major in?" Mark persisted.

Becoming annoyed, Kendall said, tongue-in-cheek, "Oh, I don't know, I was thinking of becoming an English teacher."

"Excellent," he responded, as though taking her seriously. "Then I think you should attend the same university as me: North State U."

"Wha—"

"We can get an apartment together offsite so neither of us has to live in the dreaded dorms. Plus, we'll be able to save our parents money by sharing a place."

"Oh, my god!"

But Mark mistook her exclamation. "What's wrong with that?"

"You're a fucking genius!" she exalted. "We'll be living together, by ourselves, no one will know we're step siblings because we have different last names, so if we go out together people will just think we're dating our roommates. It's fucking brilliant!"

"Phew. I was afraid for a second that you wouldn't go for it," he joked.

"Do you think that after a period of time we'll be able to tell our parents that we love each other and are dating and want to be together?"

"If after a period of time we still love each other, are dating and want to be together."

"What will we do if they don't—"

"Whoa, Kendall, you're getting way ahead of yourself. Just take it as it comes."

"I guess you're right," she said. Changing the subject, Kendall asked, "So, will you be okay with moving out of your house? I mean, as far as your mother is concerned. That is your home."

"In case we haven't mentioned it," Mark reiterated facetiously, "my dad and I are moving on. For him, getting married again is about as moving on as you can get. As for me, my mom will always remain right here—" he touched his chest in the vicinity of his heart "—no matter what physical location I call home."

"That's nice." Her hand was casually resting on the mound in his pants. "You think they'll really let us have input into a new house?"

"If I know my dad, he'll want us to be one big happy family, and if that means finding a house we all like, we'll have a say."

Now, her thumb was wedged against the flap of his waistband, and ever so slightly, she flicked it up unsnapping his pants. "I really wasn't joking when I suggested a house with the master bedroom secluded from the other bedrooms." Slowly, she worked his zipper down.

"I don't think anyone thought you were."

Zipper down, Kendall's hand now snaked into his drawers, gently wrapping her fingers around his warm, pulsing cock. "What would be nice is if we could find a two-story house with the master bedroom downstairs and the other bedrooms upstairs." Slowly, she pumped his hard dick.

Mark loved it when she held his rod. Up until a couple of weeks ago, no one had ever touched it except him. It was a simple thing, but it felt great to have someone else—Kendall—touch it. "The problem with that is they might hear movement above them."

Continuing to stroke him, she said, "I didn't think of that. But then, I've never lived in a two-story house."

"Neither have I," Mark said, reaching over to undo another button on her dress. "But I had a friend who did. You could always hear if someone was walking around upstairs." He fondled her breast.

She pushed his underpants down to expose his balls. "Then single story it will have to be." Her hand gently cupped his scrotum.

"Unless we can find a two-story where the upstairs bedrooms are not directly over the master bedroom." His fingers tweaked her nipple within her bra cup.

"Now you're talking." Kendall sat up enough to pull his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. She sucked each of his balls, and then went on to bathe his cock in saliva. When it was well lubricated, she again grasped it in her hand and resumed stroking, determined to jerk him off to an orgasm. Laying back down and resting on her right elbow, she positioned her face at eye level with the head of his shaft. "I want to see you ejaculate," she explained.

"I'll do my best," he quipped.

Kendall stopped once, angling his rod toward her mouth and lathering him up again. She jerked him with moderate, steady stokes, and like someone else touching him, certainly no one else had ever masturbated him. It was as incredible a feeling as fucking her.

Again, she needed lubrication, but this time, she merely dribbled saliva from her mouth onto his shaft as though basting a piece of meat. That worked better, and he started to feel that churning in his testicles.

Kendall could tell by the tightening of his balls and the pulsing of his cock that he was ready to come. Strangely to him, she put her free hand over his cock head, aimed his pee hole at his abdomen and watched very closely. But he was too lost in the process of climaxing to worry about what she was doing as a huge puddle of his semen collected around his belly button. After four good shots, he glanced down.

Kendall seemed mesmerized by the pool of white, creamy liquid on Mark's skin. She licked her lips, and he thought for a second she was going to lap it up. But instead, she quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her dress, forced her panties down as far as her arm would stretch, wiggled her legs to get them down to her ankles, removed one foot from the leg hole and then drew the other leg up to pull her panties off completely. Finally, she draped them over Mark's face, the crotch landing perfectly on his nose. He automatically inhaled the fragrant aroma.

But Kendall didn't wait to see what else Mark did. Instead, she dragged the palm of her hand across the semen pool in his abdomen, scooping up as much of the sticky liquid as she could, then smeared it all over her pussy, using it as lubrication to masturbate herself.

As she flicked her clit, Mark made a move to ease down and do it for her—as she had done for him. But she halted him with a sharp, "Stay!"

Kendall had tilted her body away from him toward the back of the sofa with her ass pressed against his hip. Mark's left arm was around her between her neck and left shoulder. He tried to bend it to reach her left tit, but couldn't quite manage that, so he used his right arm to pull her dress aside and force his hand behind her back to unclasp her bra. It took acute dexterity, but he completed the task. He lifted the bra cups up to her neck exposing her beautiful breasts, then fondled and caressed them, also paying attention to her nipples, the tips of which he rubbed lightly.

That and her swipe for the remaining cum on his stomach provided the final impetus for her to begin thrashing about as her orgasm came. Mark reached down to finger her clit himself, but as her climax continued, she closed her legs tightly because her button was too sensitive for any further touching.

Kendall's body went limp as she inhaled deeply to catch her breath. Mark leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, bringing a smile to her already glowing face.

"Wow, that was fucking erotic!" she exclaimed. "Masturbating."

"It beats—no pun intended—jerking myself off."

"I would hope so."

* * *

"Do you think the kids are okay with this?" Donna asked, once they were in his car. With what she knew Kendall and Mark were doing that George didn't know, she couldn't decide if the teens would think the marriage was the best thing to happen to them or the worst. Believing they were probably fucking already, Donna furthered wondered what moving in together would mean.

"They seemed to be," George replied. "I pulled Mark aside and he said he was happy for us."

"Being happy for us is not the same as being okay with us getting married."

"I suppose that's true. But if they're not, they need to be honest and tell us the truth." George stole a quick glance at his fiancé—he liked the sound of that. "What if Kendall came to you and said she was positively against us getting married?"

"It wouldn't change my mind, if that's what you're asking. But I would also be concerned about her. What about you?"

"Likewise. But I don't think we have anything to worry about. If Kendall felt comfortable enough to call Mark to help her out of a sticky situation last night, then we're on the right track."

Donna still was not convinced of the accuracy of that story—again knowing what else she knew—but at this point, there was no reason to tell George about her doubts, particularly with all else that had happened last night and this morning. "You're right." Enough about the kids, she thought. She was too happy to let them be a worry. "George, I can't tell you how happy I am."

"As am I."

"This is just about all I wanted out of my adult life was to find a good man and get married," Donna confessed.

"I thought my life was over when my wife died. I never thought I'd marry again because I never thought I would find another woman like her. And I never thought I'd find another woman like her because I had no desire to look. I felt like that for a long time. And then you came along, and suddenly, there was hope. After the first time we made love I knew I could never let you go. Not only did I find another woman like my wife, but I'm ashamed to say, I know I found someone better."

"Oh, George. Thank you for saying that. But I want you to know that I will always try to respect your memory of your wife."

"I appreciate you saying that, but I don't want you to ever have to live in her shadow. And if at any time I—or Mark—do anything to make you or Kendall feel that way, I beg you to tell us."

"I will."

On that note, there was little else to say for the short remainder of the drive. Once inside George's home, the two could not wrap their arms around one another and press their lips together in a passionate kiss fast enough. Oddly enough, they remained like that for many minutes, unlike the visions each had on the ride over of ripping their clothes off after closing the door behind them.

With their lips locked, Donna couldn't help but let her left hand slide down George's side and around the front of his pants to palm the massive hard-on bulging out. Nor could she do nothing once there. She rubbed her hand up and down his considerable length all the way down to his balls and continued massaging his wonderful tool as they continued to suck face.

George's right arm was still around Donna's neck, but his left arm drifted down her back. She was wearing a short wraparound dress that tied around her back. Of course, when his hand encountered the strap, he undid it.

His solid dick in her hand felt so good that Donna dropped her right hand to join in, and together, they massaged every inch of his swollen shaft. With her right, she held on to the head while the left continued caressing the length.

Throughout it all, their lips never parted. Donna had to swing her middle body back a tad to allow both hands on his tool. When she did that, one flap of her dress spread open, somewhat assisted by her own hand actions, and when she realized it, she quickly allowed her right hand to move off of his cock to unclasp the hook holding the inside flap to the outside. Her right had returning to him also caused the inside flap to spread, allowing him access to her bra-enclosed breasts.

No longer could Donna just touch his manhood through his pants and underwear. Her hands quickly undid his belt and zipper, and she broke their kiss at last to push the garments down; she had to squat a bit to get them down past his knees where gravity pulled them the rest of the way. His woody smeared pre-cum on her bra, and he used her movement back up from squatting to push her dress off her arms. It fell to the floor. Before their lips could re-attach, he one-handedly undid her bra and pulled it completely off.

Their mouths once again pressed together, Donna was able to handle his cock more lovingly. She loved its muscular feel and the softness of his balls. She rubbed the head against her now naked abdomen, even pressing most of his length against her. In a more concerted effort, her right hand stroked his shaft while her left fondled his scrotum, and even ventured down his thigh occasionally.

Once more, Donna broke their kiss. Her mouth full of saliva from it, she took aim and allowed a stream to drip down onto the head of his shaft where her palm quickly absorbed it and rubbed it into his cock. She repeated the process, and in an uncalculated move, she turned around, wiggling her ass against his dick, then reached around with her right hand and continued stroking it from behind.

This allowed George to use his left hand to push his fiancé's panties down. She was able to squirm them off. It also enabled him to reach around front of her and caress her spectacular breasts and alternate dipping down to fondle her pussy, which was beginning to ooze.

George positioned his cock against her right hip where he could supplement her jerking him with rubbing against her skin.

Having dropped her purse at her almost at her feet when they entered and engaged in kissing—still near the front door were they—Donna quickly stooped and grabbed a small bottle of baby oil from it. She poured it liberally into her right palm, recapped and dropped it, and then reached around to coat his cock and balls. Her hand now glided effortlessly up and down his shiny shaft.

But this was becoming more than George could take. With his right hand, he grabbed hers and held it in front of her, then twisted his groin so that his rod was between her butt cheeks and rubbed its full length up and down. Donna assisted by leaning into him and springing her knees slightly up and down.

However, so zealous were they becoming that when he went low and she went high his cock dropped down and slid between her legs. Having never done anything as remotely kinky as this, Donna spread her thighs enough for George to pump his dick, rubbing the head against her pussy and the shaft against the area between her vagina and ass.

Donna couldn't help but reach down and caress the underside of his cock and the head as it popped out on his in-stroke. Her pussy lips had spread and were riding his rod like a saddle.

His breathing quickened, indicating to her that he was getting close. She wasn't far herself. In another unplanned move, Donna quickly retrieved the bottle of baby oil, turned around, squirted more on his shaft, recapped and dropped the bottle, rubbed the oil all over, then slid his cock between her legs again, except this time, she was facing him.

George resumed pumping, this time harder and faster. Her grabbed Donna by her ass, wedging his finger between her cheeks, his middle finger pressed against her puckered anus. There was enough residual oil for him to massage the hole. This started her orgasm and triggered his. When she felt his cum splattering her pussy and ass and dripping down her legs, she came hard, her own juices coating his cock, mixing with his and racing against his down her legs.

Both were able to make it to the nearby sofa to collapse.

"Damn, that was hot!" Donna extolled.

"Yes, it was," George heartily agreed. "And different."

Like to see the kids do that! Donna thought.

Little did she know . . .