Stepping Out Ch. 01

Kendall let out a high, throaty moan. Mark caught her eyes open with a quick twist of his neck, but she readily snapped them shut again, probably toying with him. He employed all of the techniques he knew about cunnilingus, paying particular attention to her clit; flicking it with the tip of his tongue, sucking it, running his tongue around it.

She was taking deeper breaths, her chest expanding and contracting in more expressive movements. Knowing she was obviously awake, he become more aggressive, less timid. Her short moaning bursts on her exhale were a sign she was close to coming. He lapped up the sweet nectar of her flower, wishing his tongue could go further inside of her. Still it was enough. He could feel her muscles contracting and the sounds coming from her were more of a grunting noise. Finally, she tightened her thighs around his face as she came explosively and pushed his head away with her hand.

Without skipping a beat, Kendall reached for Mark's cock and fumbled one handedly with his zipper. He instantly assisted and had his pants and underwear off in seconds. With her hand firmly around his hard dick, she pulled it to her forcing him to climb onto the bed on his knees and ease forward until she could turn her neck and swallow him.

It was not an urgent blowjob, almost a soft caress with her lips. He loved this leisurely pace occasionally instead of the frantic tempo with which they frequently went at it. He allowed her a few minutes to suck him because his dick in her mouth was always a treat, but that wasn't what he wanted from this session. After removing his shirt, rendering him completely naked, he pulled away and moved to her other side, pressing his lips to hers in a loving, meaningful kiss. She returned his passion, and he knew everything was good between them.

After a few minutes, he raised himself onto his knees so he could cover her breasts with his hands. As he massaged them, Kendall reached out to fondle his balls and stroke his cock. With one hand, Mark reached down and rubbed her wet pussy. It made him want another taste, and they briefly engaged in a 69. There was just something about her snatch that his lips couldn't get enough of.

But when Kendall whispered, "Fuck me," he couldn't deny that request either.

As often and as many different positions as they'd had sex in, when he was in a loving mood, as now, only the missionary seemed proper to complete that emotion. Once in position, he slid his cock into her very wet pussy slowly, wanting to experience the always incredible feeling of it touching every part of her inner walls and having it close around him like a mold. He pumped with a slow, continuous pace; another method he believed emphasized this as making love rather than fucking. It was, for him, a semantic state of mind.

The ever playful Kendall lifted her legs to caress the side of his face with her feet. He drew his legs up to a squatting position to adjust to her and she placed her hands firmly on his thighs. Mark reached out to grasp her shoulders. They were completely in sync, and nothing felt more right than the two of them doing what they were doing.

As ardent fervor engulfed them, they compensated. With Kendall's legs still up, Mark pushed them further back and stretched his out again to achieve a deeper penetration. He'd force his balls inside of her if there was any way he could.

"Oh, yeah," Kendall moaned. "Fuck me good." She held her legs together to make her pussy tighter.

"Oh, yeah," Mark echoed.

"Deep as you can, baby," she pleaded.

To accomplish that, Mark twisted onto his side perpendicular to her. With her legs spread wide, he lifted the one nearest his upper body straight up in the air, and then crossed his upper leg over her other one. Now, he felt as though his balls were going inside of her.

"Oh, that's it," she cried.

He reached out to fondle her nearest breast, but she grabbed his hand, pulled it to her mouth and sucked his fingers.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she shouted as her grip on his body parts tightened. "I'm gonna come, baby. Come with me."

Mark pumped harder to accommodate her demand, and as he grunted to signify that he was about to climax, between her own sexual sounds, she managed to utter, "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you!"

Rapidly pulling out of her and squirming up to her head, she grabbed his cock and jammed it into her mouth just as he started spurting. By chain reaction, with him in her mouth, she swallowed and gargled as her own orgasm took hold. Violent though it was, Mark attempted to pull out fearing she might choke, but her firm grip on his ass, with her finger nearly jabbing his asshole, prevented that.

When she could tell he had nothing more to give, she let go of him and swallowed what she could of his load as he pulled out. Streams of pearly white liquid ran down her chin and covered her lips. She made no move to lick or wipe it off, instead pulling his head to hers in a sloppy, slimy kiss. He was so sexually charged that he didn't mind the fact that he was tasting his own semen. And it wasn't as though they hadn't done this before. Something about it turned her own.

After the kiss, she licked and wiped the remnants, and then twisted around to clean the residue from his cock.

Mark ran into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean them off. As he wiped her face and chin, he said, "I'm really sorry about before. Don't know what I was thinking."

"I know," Kendall admitted. "When you came in here, you were thinking aloud. I'm sorry, too. I overreacted."

"Not without cause. Guess we need little things like this once in a while as a reality check."

He stretched out on the bed beside her and she rolled over to him molding her body to his. She further pulled his arm around her.

"So, what are you going to tell Joseph?"

"I'll just tell him I'm not interested. So, what about your concern?"

"You were right," Mark admitted. "It shouldn't matter to anyone what we do, and if it becomes an issue, we'll deal with when the time comes."

* * *

The next day, with a different set of classes, Mark was out and arrived at the apartment before Kendall. As he walked home, a very attractive girl caught up with him. She was not as beautiful as Kendall, but more than worth another look.

"Hi," she greeted.

"Hello," Mark returned to be polite.

"I'm Jackie," she went on. "You're the newbie in the apartment complex—with your stepsister, right?"

"Wow. News travels fast," was Mark's response.

"Yeah, everybody talks. Plus, it's a small complex, so when someone new moves in everyone wants to know about them."

"So, you live there also."

"Yeah. And what they said about you is correct."

"Oh? What is that?"

"You're a hunk!"

"I don't think of myself that way. I didn't think anyone even said that anymore."

Jackie shrugged. "Well, you are."

"So, you're not a newbie?"

"Sophomore." After a couple more steps, Jackie observed, "You and your stepsister kind of keep to yourself."

Mark merely nodded.

"Then I hope this is not too forward, but maybe we could get together sometime."

With a grimace and Kendall's episode from yesterday in mind, Mark explained, "Got a full load. Not much time to socialize. Besides, you realize I'm only a freshman?"

"I know, but you don't look like one. And you know what they say? All work and no play . . ."

"It's a huge undertaking for our parents to send two kids to college at the same time, so we want to work hard and do well."

As they approached his apartment, Jackie said, "Well, I hope you change your mind. I'm around if you do."

Later, when Kendall arrived home, as she was getting comfortable, which for her was stripping down to practically nothing, Mark approached her. "You'll never guess what happened to me on the way home."

"Try me."

"Maybe later," he quipped as a double-entendre.

"I'll hold you to that," she shot back. "So, what happened?"

"A girl named Jackie came up to me and started walking with me. She also lives here in the apartment complex, and apparently, people are talking about us. Anyway, she asked me out."

"Oh, Mark, that's pathetic that you think you have to try to one-up me," Kendall accused with an expression that matched her piteous tone.

"Well, I was actually thinking that maybe you put her up to it."

"Seriously? I don't even know anyone named Jackie. And why would I do that?"

"Uh, maybe to get back at me," Mark suggested as though he'd caught her.

"Do you really think I'm that superficial? Maybe it's just purely a coincidence," Kendall suggested as though that should be obvious.

"Except that I don't believe in coincidences."

"Now, you're being paranoid." Kendall took a deep breath. "But for the sake of discussion, I know I didn't put her up to this, so who else do we know that would have?" She shrugged. "I mean, we don't know anyone."

"How about your friend, Joseph?"

"We don't know him."

"He wanted to go out with you. You didn't readily agree. Maybe he figured if he set me up with someone, you might be more likely to go with him," Mark reasoned.

"Wow, that's a real stretch. How you gonna prove that theory?"

"You know the one thing we've never done since we moved here?" He asked pensively.

"I'm sure you're gonna tell me."

"We've never taken a walk around the complex."

To humor him, Kendall said, "You're right. We haven't." But she knew him well enough to say, "Now, you're going to tell me I've got to get dressed again."

Mark shrugged. "If you walk around like that, no telling who else will be hitting on you."

* * *

Mark was not usually given to dramatics, so the fact that he was pursuing his theory was adequate reason for Kendall to take him seriously enough to go along with this stroll around the complex. They made it appear casual—like if they didn't get enough walking to and from classes. She did have one concern. "You realize that if they see us they may take it as interest in them?"

"Or that we're just out for a walk."

"Yeah, because they've seen us doing that so often," she commented flippantly.

When they approached their apartment again after the walk around, Kendall dipped her chin and gave her stepbrother a look with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. And then, suddenly, strangely, inexplicably, he pushed her inside, closed the door and peeped through a split in the curtains.

"Aha!" Mark exclaimed, snapping his fingers and pointing outside.

Kendall eased beside him for a look-see. A car passed by, and to her great surprise, in it were Joseph and a girl. "Jackie, I presume?"

"None other."

"All that proves is that they know each other," Kendall pointed out.

"Aren't you curious to know how?" Mark asked, closing the curtains.

"Don't you think you've become a little obsessed with this?" she asked following him to the bathroom where he turned on the shower.

"Well, I hope not. I'm just finding this more and more curious, particularly since the two encounters were so similar. I'd really be worried if Jackie were in one of my classes." He undressed and stepped into the shower.

"And see," Kendall said, stripping down, "if she was, I'd find that even less of a concern. I mean, she sees you in class, thinks you're handsome, and wants to get to know you."

Mark picked up on that. "But that fact that she's not is even more questionable."

Now topless with only skimpy panties on, Kendall countered, "No, Mark. She's seen you around, maybe even noticed you—or us—walking to class."

"You want to get in?"

"No, I don't want to get my hair wet." Watching him wash through the clear shower curtain, she went on, "I'll even go so far as to say—since she obviously knows Joseph—that he mentioned us: nice looking stepsister and stepbrother. So, she took an interest."

Since she didn't want to join him, he finished up quickly. As he dried off and fixed his hair, Mark glimpsed his stepsister playing with her nipple with one hand and touching her pussy with the other. Smirking, he said, "Well, I guess I can buy your theory. Still, I'd like to know."

Kendall stepped up behind him and pressed her naked breasts against his damp back. She liked the feel of that. She then reached around and gently fondled his cock. "So, what do you want to do? Confront them?"

"I think confront to too strong a word." Mark's dick grew in her hand. "Perhaps we can figure a way to accidentally run into them together."

"Well, it'll be interesting to see how you pull that off." She turned him around, dropped to her knees and sucked his penis. She did it slowly, allowing her tongue to lather the crown and circumcised area, tasting a hint of soap. Enjoying the cleanliness of his rod, she couldn't help but lift a hand to her breast and twist her nipple. She let her hand slide down to her pussy, but before she could play with it too much, Mark pulled her to her feet, devouring her mouth with his. She loved it when it didn't take much to get him going, particularly when he was concentrating on something else. It was great to know that she had a little control over him.

Wrapping his arms completely around her, Mark lifted her onto the bathroom counter and dropped to his knees. In anticipation, Kendall willingly spread her legs. As she had, his tongue performed at a casual pace. She relished the feel as it danced over every part of her needy vaginal area. Sometimes, the tongue was mightier than the wood. She put her hand around his head.

"Your tongue is so hot," she huffed. "But I want your cock. Give it to me."

Without skipping a beat, Mark stood and drove his dick straight in.

"Oh, yes!" Kendall cried, loving that first slide in.

He pumped slowly, but he could tell she was horny so he reached up and cupped the back of her neck in his hand, and with his other palm resting on her abdomen, he used his thumb to roll her clit around. It only took a few minutes before she was screeching "Oh, oh, oh," but on her breath intake, not the exhale. It made for a raspy noise. But she was able to cry, "You're making me come!" And so she did and the "Oh's" resumed. When she actually climaxed, her mouth was open but no sound escaped. Finally, she emitted one "Oh" in between each spasm. She kept this up for the longest time, causing him to wonder if she was having that massive of an orgasm.

Minutes later, Kendall calmed down. "You like fucking your stepsister?"

"Mmmmhmmm."

Kendall slid off of the counter, turned and bent over it. Mark re-entered her.

"Fuck me hard," she commanded.

So, he did, reaching around front of her to once again flick her clit.

She never stopped moaning, but after a few more minutes, Kendall stood up, the movement causing his cock to slip out of her. She quickly grabbed his moist towel and spread it out on the floor. Intuitive to her intent, he lay down on his back on the towel. She mounted and rode him cowgirl. Leaning her hands back on his thighs, she rocked back and forth rather than bouncing up and down. This enabled Mark to once again use his thumb on her clit.

"Your cock feels so good," Kendall moaned.

"Not half as good as your pussy."

"Oh, you're going to make me come again."

"That's the general idea."

Suddenly, Kendall shivered as though a ripple started in her lower extremity and gradually worked its way up through her body, each part trembling as it passed. Her muscles convulsed, and then she froze to enjoy the moment of pleasure that completely engulfed her body.

When she could move again, knowing her stepbrother had not yet come, she rotated her hips around his cock, but it was difficult to do without shaking because her pussy was so sensitive. She could only take this for so long before she had to slide off of him and finish him off with her mouth. She played with his balls and even used a dollop of saliva to rub her finger around his asshole. That was an area of the body that neither ventured to very often, but right now, she needed an edge. Fortunately, she was able to stop short of inserting her finger because the anal massaging was enough for him to blast her tonsils with a huge load of cum.

Mark almost sounded like a lion as semen kept pouring out of him. She wasn't able to swallow as much as she would have liked, but at least he had a satisfying orgasm.

After a few moments, he sat up, grinned and said, "I need another shower."

Reaching into the tub, Kendall grabbed the wet washcloth from his shower and used it to clean him off. The washcloth had cooled off and he let out a high-pitched girly sound as it made contact with his skin. She couldn't help but laugh as she grabbed a hand towel and dried him off. Using warm water, she wet the cloth and tidied herself.

"I'm hungry," Kendall mentioned.

Checking the time, Mark pointed out, "Still an hour before dinner time. Plenty enough time for another walk."

"Are you fucking kidding?"

"Nothing else to do."

"How about what we just did until it's time for dinner?" Kendall suggested seductively. "I'm undressed for that. Not dressed for a walk."

"Just throw something on."

Reminding herself that he wasn't usually given to dramatics, she let out a heavy sigh and stormed into the bedroom. He followed, but dressed quicker that she, obviously eager for that walk.

When she stepped out of the bedroom, he said, "Really?" She had donned a tight pullover knit shirt that clearly outlined her very well-rounded tits and her nipples looked like they were about to poke right through the material. "Put on a bra."

Growling, Kendall complied.

This time, they walked more purposefully, as though Mark actually expected to uncover something. She thought sure he was overreacting when they turned a corner and he instantly stepped back for cover.

"What?" She wanted to know.

Mark guided her head forward just enough for her to peek. It was just in time to see Joseph step quickly out of one apartment and move stealthily to the next. The door to the next instantly opened, and who should poke their head out but Jackie. Once Joseph was in, the door quickly closed. Kendall turned to Mark her eyes wide, her mouth forming a wide oval.

He returned an I-told-you-so look.

"What now?" Kendall asked in a defeated tone. "Is confront still too strong a word?"

"We'll see after we knock on the door," Mark said as he walked off.

Rolling her eyes behind his back, Kendall dutifully followed. She had to admit one thing to herself: this beat the hell out of a boring evening waiting around for him to finish studying!

Mark made certain that neither he nor Kendall were visible through the peep hole or the front window when he rapped on the door.

Surprisingly—or not—over a minute passed before a female voice—sounded like Jackie to Mark—asked, "Who is it?"

"Open up and you'll find out," Mark said.

So, she did. A big smile crossed her face. "Mark! You changed your mind!"

And then Kendall showed her face. "And his famous stepsister that everyone seems to know about." She pushed her way in to Mark's surprise and Jackie's disbelief. "Does Joseph want to know if I've changed my mind? Jo-seph, where are you?" She called out sing-song. "I know you're he-re!"

Joseph slowly emerged from the kitchen.

"You guys want to tell us what's going on?" She turned to Mark. "How am I doing?"

"I guess confront it is," he confirmed.

"You've been asking about us, following us, one day Joseph approaches me, the next day Jackie hits on Mark, now we catch the two of you together. What's this all about?"

But all either Jackie or Joseph could do was stand there dumbfounded with their mouths hanging open.