Step-sister

Stephanie didn't so much walk out of the room as she did bounce. That's how Jason thought of it; she didn't walk, she bounced, because her sunny personality had even affected how she moved. This living with girls thing had taken on a dimension that he hadn't considered before.

"Knock Knock"

"Hey Jase, whatcha doin?"

"Oh, hey Cassie, Stephanie was just helping me unpack some of my things."

"Yeah, that sounds like her, always being the sweet, helpful, cute little Ms. Polite. Sometimes she's so nice it's unbearable, but you can't help but love her to pieces."

"I kind of know what you mean, especially after what you said last night. Its kind of all coming together now."

"Really? Well, just take everything I say with a grain of salt, okay. I know I kind of seem like this heartless, impossibly sexy, mean-spirited tease of a bitch, but honestly I'm not like that once you get to know me. I just wanted you to know that even though I'm sure Stephanie will always be there for you, she's not the ONLY girl in this house you can talk to about stuff. Who knows, after awhile if you give me a chance you might even find out that I can be nice...in my own way."

Cassie's smile had softened somewhat, but it wasn't entirely without the dry sarcastic humor that made her that much hotter. God she just looked like a tease. What did she mean, "in her own way?" And did she have to be leaning over so I could see half way down her shirt? Oh shit, she's not wearing a bra!

For the second time that day, Jason was caught staring off into space, or more accurately at a female body. Cassie knew she was mercilessly teasing him with glimpses of her body, but she just couldn't help it. She wasn't too much of a slut, but she could never seem to resist a chance to show off her body. Whenever she caught a guy checking her out and a bulge in his pants, it made her incredibly wet. And it was so easy with Jason because he embarrassed so easily! She would have to ease up or she'd give him the worst case of blue balls ever.

"Hey, Jason, you okay?" she said with a knowing smile. Yep, the telltale tent in the pants, he was hard for her.

"Yeah, oh yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired from unpacking I think. Maybe I should take a break or something."

"Sounds like a plan stud. I'll just be across the hall in my room if you want some company."

"Sure, thanks Cassie."

Jason crashed on the bed in his room and discovered that he actually was a little tired. He drifted off to sleep with visions of the girls dancing through his head.

Jason awoke to the sound of someone crying. He thought he might be dreaming it, but the sound seemed to be coming closer. Suddenly the adrenaline shocked him fully awake. He sat up in bed so fast that the dizziness almost forced him back down again. When he regained his senses, he heard Rose talking in the living room with someone. He crept to his doorway when he heard the words that turned his blood cold.

"How are we going to tell Jason...."

"Tell me what?"

Cassie was sitting at the kitchen table at the bottom of the stairs next to Stephanie who was holding a sobbing Rose. They were all looking at the TV, and Jason knew what had happened. A news helicopter was hovering above the sight of a crash. A rental truck had slid off the bridge and into the lake. In Dec in Chicago, that water would kill anyone in seconds. Although the reporters had not confirmed anything yet, Thomas was surely dead.

Time stopped in the house. Jason froze in place, his mind unable to react to what he had just learned. His body became so numb that he felt as if he had been the one who had fallen into the icy lake, that it had sapped his ability to feel. When he tore his eyes from the screen he was met with two sets of teary, sympathetic eyes. Even Cassie, who usually seemed utterly unflappable, looked as if her heart were bleeding for him. He fell to his knees and sobbed long and hard. The last thing Jason remembered was looking up and seeing Stephanie staring down at him, a look of grief and panic marring her usual aura of beauty.

3 months later...

Jason was doing laps in the pool again. For weeks Stephanie had followed him nearly everywhere, hoping that eventually he would open up to her. She was still waiting, and starting to lose hope that he ever would. He was like a machine, the way he went through his days without interacting with anyone. The strangest thing about him was his insatiable appetite for exercise. The water was the only place Jason could find an ounce of peace. With the sounds and sights of the outside world blocked out, Jason could pretend that none of this was real, that it was all his imagination and when he brought his head out of the water, he would see that things were different. Except they never were. Even his usual escape was now failing him. He feared that soon he would have to find another way to take his mind off of his misery, and he could only think of one solution.

Unfortunately, in the end he found two.

All the girls were worried about Jason. It just wasn't healthy to go day after day without expressing any emotions. What was even more worrisome was that he wouldn't talk to Stephanie. Rose and Cassie knew that Steph had a gift for reaching out to people, and if she couldn't get through to him it wasn't likely that anyone else could. After months of seeing no changes, they decided the only thing they could do was stick close to him to make sure someone was there if and when he finally did crack. Rose would see him every morning, Stephanie would spend time with him after school, and they all tried to stay close in the evenings. Even Cassie put her busy social life on hold to stay home more.

Lately Jason was acting even more strange than usual. He would vanish at times without anyone knowing where he went. Some days Stephanie would wait for him at the pool, but he wouldn't show up. Cassie would return home from college to find an empty house when he should have been home. Then he would suddenly reappear, offering no explanations. The girls were too afraid to ask, so they let things continue, hoping he would let them in.

Weeks turned into months with little change. The routine was wearing thin on everyone. Cassie in particular was starting to feel the itch to go out again. Her friends were getting fed up with her now constant absenteeism at their regular outings. One night, they just showed up at the house and told Cassie they were kidnapping her. Cassie didn't put up too much of a fight, and an hour later she was dressed to kill and ready for some action. Maybe if she was lucky, she'd find some cute guy to pick her up and satisfy her urges. Although she didn't have a boyfriend, Cassie had to have a regular diet of sex to keep her from going crazy. She had been frustrated for so long she'd jump on just about any guy at this point. God, I haven't had a cock in months, she thought to herself. A night out would do her some good. The constant silence in the house was unnerving, so she convinced her friends to take her to the noisiest, craziest place she could think of: a rave. She wasn't necessarily into that scene, but tonight nothing else sounded better than a warehouse full of half naked people bumping and grinding and getting drunk and high while DJ's took turns spinning.

Tonight she had squeezed into a skintight leather mini-skirt that left no room for panties, along with a sparkly backless halter top that showed off the sides of her breasts whenever she raised her arms above her head. She mercilessly teased every guy she could get her hands on, rubbing her ass against who ever dared to grab her and grind. It felt so good to be out, she just had to have a drink. Not yet 21, usually Cassie didn't drink much, but tonight was a special night for her and she wanted to make the most of it. She made her way to the back corner of the warehouse where they were selling beer and shots, but mostly illegal drugs. Usually she didn't like going back there, because she didn't like being around all of the stoners and crack whores who had a tendency to screw each other between doing lines of coke or shots of heroin. She cautiously picked her way through the mass of bodies when what she saw stopped her in her tracks.

Jason was sitting at a table in the corner, smoking god knows what out of a glass pipe. As if that wasn't bad enough, Cassie watched as he carefully sliced open a packet of white powder, which he then took a pinch of and sprinkled on his bare cock. Then he grabbed the blonde slut next to him by the hair and pulled her face into his lap, where she proceeded to lick every speck of coke off his hardon.

There was her Jason, the 18 year old son of a man her mother had almost married, being blown by some whore, acting as if he were a drug dealer. Little did she know, she was closer to the truth than she thought.

She watched on in fascination as he wrapped his fingers through her hair and moved the woman's head up and down with a roughness she would not have expected from him. Then he jerked her head up out of his lap, and forced her face down onto the table in front of him. Without pausing, he rammed his cock into her body in one thrust. The girl gasped in pain, probably not wet enough to take him fully inside her in one push. She tried to stay quiet as Jason pounded into her pussy, but the pain was too much and soon she was sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. Jason either didn't notice or didn't care, he just kept fucking her harder and faster. From where Cassie was standing, she could almost hear the sound of his skin slapping against hers.

Cassie could watch no more. She went and got her drink, and swallowed it in a single gulp before ordering her next. She needed a second to digest what she had just seen. What the fuck was Jason doing? She had to stop him and get him home before anything else happened

When Cassie returned to where Jason had been, he was still fucking the little blonde slut, except now, she wasn't sobbing, she was moaning. Jason jerked her head back by her hair, forcing her to arch her back as he continued to thrust his cock into her. Finally he let her up and pulled his cock out of her abused pussy. He handed her a small plastic bag, and waived his hand as if dismissing her. She nodded, and scurried away, glad to have her fix. As soon as she was gone from his sight, he grabbed another seemingly willing girl and bent her over the table. He wasted no time, and slammed his cock into her. She grimaced but did not cry out. He didn't last as long this time, but it was long enough to send another girl away with a very sore pussy.

"Jason, we're going home."

He wasn't even surprised. Without a word, he zipped up his pants, grabbed his pipe and took another hit, and followed her out of the warehouse.

The next thing he knew, they were getting out of a cab a block away from the house. Cassie didn't want to attract any attention, so she snuck Jason in the back door and took him straight to his room. Once the door was locked behind them, Cassie let out a nervous breath and sagged against the door and shut her eyes for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Unable to come up with anything resembling a solution, she did the only thing she could think of: she lay down on the bed next to Jason and held him.

In a whisper, she said, "God Jason, what is happening to you? Why are you doing this to yourself?"

He paused before replying, "It's the only way I can forget for a little while."

"You have to stop this, you're in way over your head."

"I don't think I can..."

"I'll help you."

"How?"

Cassie had to stop and think about this. It was going to be hard enough to get him through withdrawing from the drugs, but the sex? Could she go through with this? It was pretty hot seeing him fuck those girls, watching him pound away at the tender flesh between their thighs It would solve her problem with her sexual cravings, and he was cute in his own misunderstood, melancholy kind of way. She didn't want to admit it, but she had soaked her panties watching the scene, and had secretly wondered what it would have been like if she had been the one getting reamed. He seemed to have a nice cock and unbelievable stamina. She knew deep down her mind was already made up, and now she was just trying to justify what she was about to do.

"I'll help you get off the drugs. I'll stay near you to make sure you don't give in."

"Cassie, it's not just the drugs..."

"I know." She pulled his face away from her neck and looked him in the eyes, before slowly moving his hand onto her breast.

"I can help you with the other part too."

Warning bells should have been going off in Jason's head, but all he could think about was the feel of her soft tit and a very hard nipple in his hand. Before he could stop himself, he latched his mouth onto her neck and started to undo his belt.

Cassie was starting to have second thoughts. Things were happening very, very fast, but it felt so good. She was already getting hot, and soon she would stop fighting it altogether unless she stopped him from getting to her pussy. She now regretted not wearing anything under her miniskirt as felt herself dripping onto his bed.

Jason sensed the heat of her body and ran his free hand into her crotch and found she was more than ready for him. Before she could protest, he roughly flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her skirt up around her waist, and watched as the tip of his prick parted the folds of her pussy. The penetration was slow and exquisite. He savored the view, watching as her body yielded to him, opening up to swallow his prick as he made sure she felt every inch of him invading the soft center of her body. Cassie groaned at his intrusion, part of her wishing he would fuck her hard and make her come, part of her wishing they would stop. Jason didn't give her a chance to think. Once he had sheathed himself in her, he quickly pulled back and began pounding her pussy.

"Uh uh, oh god." Cassie was in ecstasy. Jason held her shoulders down and watched the expressions on her face, her cheek pressed into the pillow, as she grimaced and moaned her pleasure. Jason was giving her firm, deep strokes, hammering the lower half of her body into the mattress. He loved dominating a woman, fucking them in a position where they couldn't do anything but lie beneath him and take what he gave them. He would fuck them into submission, giving them pleasure until they could take no more and begged him to stop before letting himself go and finishing them off hard and fast. Cassie was no different. He repeatedly drove his hips into her buttocks as he relentlessly penetrated her over and over, making her cry out with every thrust.

Then Jason did something that was very uncharacteristic for him. As Cassie approached her second orgasm, he lowered his upper body so he could whisper into her ear.

"Do you like the way I'm fucking you? You have such a nice wet pussy, I could fuck you for hours. You'd like it if a fucked you all night wouldn't you?"

Cassie couldn't form any coherent words at this point, she was too close to the edge and his words were only pushing her closer to her climax.

Jason started to fuck her harder, making her hips bounce off the bed, ready to finish her off. "I think its time for you to cum. Your pussy wants to cum for me doesn't it? Go ahead, don't fight it, if you do I'll just fuck you harder...."

And he did. He hammered into her pussy so fast and hard Cassie knew she'd be sore tomorrow, but right now she didn't care. She screamed out her pleasure as she bucked her hips up at him, flailing her limbs as she lost all control of her body. The waves kept washing over her body, and she was amazed and a little scared by the feelings coursing through her. She just kept cumming, it was as if she couldn't stop. She could feel the pleasure spreading from her pussy into every nerve of her body, and as Jason kept driving himself into her body she just kept cumming harder. Her screams of pleasure turned into a pitiful moan, the pleasure so intense that she was sure she would pass out any second.

She managed to whisper between her whimpers, "Jason, stop, I can't take any more...."

Jason heard the words he was waiting for and started fucking her faster and harder than Cassie thought possible. Cassie arched her back and opened her mouth as if to scream, but no sound came out. Jason finally gave her one last powerful thrust of his hips before emptying himself into her body. Cassie never felt it, her whole world was the spasms of her pussy which were running out of control. Mercifully, it was over. Jason collapsed on top of Cassie for a moment before rolling them onto their sides. Exhausted, they both fell asleep with Jason's cock still inside of Cassie.