Stepsister Succubus Ch. 05

If Sofia could sense him from home, she'd probably be laughing right about now.

A little over an hour of time went by, and sure enough, Chaney showed up, dressed in her work clothes and carrying her bag.

"Hey there," she greeted, and Marc waved in return, rising from his seat.

"This time, drinks are on me," he said, Chaney nodding.

"A mocha, please," she requested.

Marc nodded, and briefly left to make the order. He returned, and sat down with Chaney.

It was now he realised he had no idea what to talk about.

"So..." he began, trying to think.

"Still trying to find the right course?" she added, and Marc was thankful for having something to work with.

"Yeah. Still not sure what sciences I want to pursue, I was always pretty good at math. But I really don't know if I should go into physics or maybe even try chemistry. However, I think I am starting to get to the point where I can figure out where I should lean towards."

"Sciences, huh? Gonna join the big shot doctors and get a Nobel?" She giggled pleasantly, and Marc found it quite charming.

"Hah, not likely. I'll leave that up to the geniuses, I'm not that smart. But if I can get a career assisting research or maybe getting involved in engineering stuff, that I'm good at, I think I'll be good."

"You still seem a bit unsure what direction you want to take. No need to rush it. I thought I wanted to be a singer, but... turns out I'm not that great at that either," she admitted sheepishly. Marc didn't quite believe it, her voice was rather sweet, but some people had no rhythm. "But! I had a knack for making my little brother look strong or scary whenever he wanted to dress up. And, well, I've found plenty of unique ways of using makeup for different looks. So, yeah, that's how I ended up looking at doing VFX makeup. Unfortunately, there's not really any convenient courses nearby."

She huffed, and then perked up when a staffer brought their drinks. She swirled the mug a little.

"I guess we're both a little snagged in our own ways," Marc added, Chaney nodding affirmatively.

"Oh well, I'm not too rushed for time. But, like anything, you've got those anxieties if you leave something for too long. Know what I mean?"

"Yup... feel like if I don't make a decision soon, I'm gonna lose my mind."

He paused for a moment, thinking about the layers that statement had.

Chaney cocked her head.

"Something wrong?" she asked, noticing his pause.

"Nothing. Just stuff I've been thinking about. But other than our shared looming dread for the future, what else do you get up to?"

Marc didn't want to just sit here lamenting the difficulties of choosing a path in life with Chaney, that felt like it wasn't going to get anywhere.

"Oh, well, nothing much other than girls' nights with my friends. I wish Sofia could join us more often, she's fun. Then, there's movies, going to cafes... oh, I love going to art museums and galleries! I find a lot of inspiration in them, things I could do to make someone look like an angel, or a swamp monster, or a ghost... it gets my head turning!"

Marc smirked; he admittedly wasn't quite so sociable as Chaney or Sofia, and he'd rather go to a science museum, but he enjoyed Chaney getting animated about her passion.

"Maybe we could visit one together some time, see what they've got, if that's an idea," Marc suggested. Chaney paused in interested thought.

"Well, there is one place that tends to cycle out what they have, and gets stuff displayed by local artists, so there's usually something new to look at. I've been busy lately, so I haven't had a chance to go recently."

"Sounds good to me, Chaney. Just tell me when," Marc agreed.

"I've got time off tomorrow. Give me your number, and I'll text you the place to go to, and I'll meet you there," she said.

Marc nodded, and they exchanged phone numbers, sending text tests to be sure.

"Alright. Well, my break's almost done, so I better head back. Tomorrow at ten?" Chaney asked.

"Sure, I'm looking forward," Marc answered.

"It's a date then," she said with a smile. "See you soon, Marc~"

With that, she finished her drink, and left Marc alone, heading back to work, whilst he sipped the remainder of his drink.

"It's a date," he echoed.

Come the following day, Marc was waiting outside the mentioned gallery. It was somewhere near the city centre, so it was quite bustling. He was sitting on a stone brick in some open air plaza, with water features, green space garden beds and benches everywhere. People were talking, having coffees and lunches, doing stuff on phones and laptops, and he could hear the din of traffic on the streets.

He was dressed in his best blue jeans and a long-sleeved button-up shirt. Nothing too fancy, but not as casual as a T-Shirt. His joggers were no different, of course.

He tapped his foot as he waited.

He had no idea why he was so nervous about this date. It wasn't like he hadn't gone on them before, he has had a girlfriend in the past, though that relationship was short-lived like most high-school couplings tended to be.

Somehow this was different. And he figured it was because of Sofia.

When he returned yesterday, she seemed happy that he went out on a limb and met up with Chaney, especially hearing about the date.

Which made the things she did to him that night all the more weird. Weirder still is he wasn't any less into it.

Part of him still thought that what he was doing was dangerous, that this amounted to some form of advanced cheating.

Going out with a girl whilst he was fucking his stepsister from hell. Literally.

Sofia knew this though. She even reiterated that if he wanted to get serious with Chaney and do it 'properly', she would respect his wishes, at least to the best of her ability, but she said something cryptic about Soul Mates and denial.

He had a feeling a succubus, after tasting a Soul Mate and feeding on them regularly, would probably go through something akin to withdrawal if they suddenly had to stop. Or at least would be really driven by instinct to entice their most suited partner.

Fortunately for her, and most confusing for Marc, he had decided not to end their relationship. Maybe he did love her, in a similar twisted way she loved him. Succubus morality was funky.

Maybe he just didn't want to give up the sex with an otherworldly being. Not a lot could say they got to regularly bone a demon.

He tried to put those thoughts out of his mind. Today was a date with Chaney.

And sure enough, she arrived soon, wearing bell-bottom jeans with a white frilly casual blouse that just barely revealed her midriff, wearing some dark slip-on shoes and a pair of light shades. She had her bag with her, slung over her shoulder. She looked rather fashionable.

She spotted Marc and lit up, waving to him. He returned the gesture as he sat up from the block.

"Marc! Were you waiting long?"

"Not long," he lied, having actually sat and milled around for about twenty minutes.

She gave him a wry look, as if she knew he wasn't being so truthful, but it didn't matter to her.

"Anyways, you ready to look at paintings and maybe shitty sculptures?"

Marc found her blasé attitude rather humorous.

"You mean some lumpy stones or paint thrown onto a canvas and getting called 'genius'?"

Chaney chuckled.

"Maybe we could tape a banana to a wall," she joked. "But there'll still be plenty of nice works to look at. Come on, let's get going!"

Marc nodded, and followed Chaney up the steps into the gallery.

It was a pretty swell time, Marc discovered; Chaney pointed out things about some of the reproductions of famous classic paintings that he didn't know about that he did find interesting, she gushed over a local artist whose wood sculptures were honestly quite impressive - Marc didn't think he'd ever seen a ghost carved out of wood that looked ghostly, given the hollowness to the figure - and of course, they had a silent chuckle over one particular painting that was just multi-coloured paint splashed over a canvas, having pride of place on one wall in the abstract section. It seemed they both shared the same opinion on abstract art, some of it at least.

They spent a good ten minutes marvelling over an aluminium casting of an ant's nest, held in a glass case because it was of course fragile as hell, but it was fascinating seeing all the little nodules, and branches that connected them, once a bustling colony.

The description indicated that it was a Fire Ant nest; there was no symbolic meaning in it, nothing to do with their name and having molten aluminium poured into their colony to cook them alive. Simply that they were major pests and the caster was confident people could enjoy their work with a clear conscience.

They came across a display that got Marc rather intrigued, given its usage of lasers in a particular manner. He got a chance to explain wavelengths of light and how they interacted with different materials, especially since there was a video showing the whole set-up burning through different coloured balloons.

Was it an abstract mechanical artwork with an impossible to discern meaning? Quite possibly, but it had something interesting to talk about due to the physics behind it.

Chaney seemed to hang on his words, so Marc was happy.

They got cappuccinos at the gallery's little cafe, along with some sandwiches, and spoke about things they did and stuff they saw online.

Eventually, they started to lose steam to continue the outing, and slowly worked their way outside, now early afternoon.

Marc stretched his arms.

"That was different, I don't think I've been to an art gallery in a while," he admitted.

"I usually go quite frequently, but like I said yesterday, I haven't had a chance to recently. So this was nice."

"Yeah, I had fun too, more than I expected. Glad you're happy," he agreed.

Chaney then stopped before him and smiled.

"I enjoyed today, I had a good time. I'd like to do something like this again, soon," Chaney suggested.

Then she leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek.

Though it wasn't anything like Sofia's draining kisses, it felt like he got zapped, and for a moment, it was like he was a complete virgin.

Chaney pulled back and smiled.

"Call me, Marc~" she insisted. "See you later~"

She waved and then turned around, walking off with an ever-so-subtle pep in her step.

Marc stood there, feeling a little flustered. And then he smirked.

"Sure. Next time, Chaney~"

Marc and Chaney indeed had a next time. And then another. And again, and soon, a week and a half passed, the two dating already. They discovered some shared tastes, some tastes that definitely weren't shared, but they found amusement in the disparity, from things like movies, to music, to food; he discovered that Chaney despised salt and vinegar chips whereas he didn't mind them, but both loved Choc Mint treats. Marc didn't much like horror movies, but Chaney loved them, though she naturally loved movies in general, always looking close at the effects used.

And behind the scenes, Sofia was always eager to hear about Marc's dates. It felt weird telling her about such things, but it was hard to hide anything from her; even if she didn't try to pry, he came home after a date always feeling rather happy, and she could easily skim the feelings.

Marc couldn't quite understand Sofia still, how happy she seemed to see Marc and Chaney's relationship progressing. He knew for a fact she would've happily bedded them both if circumstances allowed, but she did seem genuinely cheerful over the whole thing.

And that seemed to translate to their taboo proclivities, Sofia proving more energetic and bubbly and overall more playful.

It was only a small increase, she was typically like that, but he could really feel her mood was extra buoyed.

Which made him feel extra weird; he was dating Chaney, and fucking his stepsister, but Sofia actively encouraged him to date Chaney.

It just further reinforced his belief that Succubi were weird, and Sofia had irreparably warped his sense of morality. If only a little.

He still had reservations about this whole thing, but Marc found himself in a bizarre situation; he liked Chaney, and he liked Sofia, and if he stopped dating Chaney to preserve a sense of integrity with any relationship, he'd make both her and Sofia sad.

Over time, however, he was finding himself... more at peace with the idea. He just had to suppress the desire to have a threesome, lest it taint his perception of the relationship with Chaney.

Which was rather important, because there was one odd moment where it seemed like Sofia was subtly threatening him.

"Chaney's a friend, you know? I'd be upset if she was hurt," she had said.

Now, Marc didn't think Sofia would ever actually hurt him, but he wouldn't begrudge her for being angry if he broke Chaney's heart.

He did sometimes think it'd be on her if it happened, since she had rather encouraged him to date her. There might've been a pressure there.

That being said, Sofia did often give him advice, and apparently had been practising her concealment spells and glamours, so it seemed to him that Sofia wanted Marc and Chaney to work out as much as possible, both for the ulterior motive of a potential threesome, but also because it seemed to make her happy, to see them happy.

However, Marc was about to face the true test of whether he could commit to this dynamic.

Marc and Chaney had just finished watching a movie at a local theatre, something neither had done for a very long time. Why would they, it was easier to watch online or pirate them. But as a date, it went swimmingly, some cheesy action flick that both of them found fun and amusing at parts.

They took a taxi to Chaney's flat, a small high-rise apartment unit, neither too grungy nor particularly fancy, affordable on Chaney's paycheck and some assistance from her parents. Marc escorted her back to her apartment, and they stood outside the door, holding hands.

"Tonight was great, Marc~" she said with a sweet smile on her face.

"Yeah, I haven't heard you laugh like that before," he answered with a grin, causing her to chuckle.

"Well, it was such a dumb scene!" she exclaimed, then blushed. "Kinda embarrassed that I made so much noise in the theatre, really."

"Ah, who cares, others laughed at the stupid," he assured.

"You're very sweet, Marc. For being such a grouch~"

"Hey, I'm the sweetest grouch," he defended.

Chaney smiled, and leaned in close, pecking him on the lips. Then, she kissed more firmly, and Marc returned the gesture, gently holding her.

However, as they kissed, he noticed a certain... light in her eyes. Her kissing was a bit more eager than usual. It wasn't the first time they'd made out, they'd done it a few times, and she was a surprisingly good kisser.

She let out a quiet murmur, which was new. Then, she broke the kiss with a blush.

"Would you, uh, like a coffee? We can stay for a bit," she offered.

It wasn't the first time he'd stayed at her flat either... but never at night.

"Sure," he answered, keeping his expectations in check.

Chaney guided him inside; it was a simple place with beige furniture and a white kitchen setup blending into the dining area and living room. Not dissimilar to what his house had, just smaller and much less fancy. She had a few house plants here and there. To the right were the doors to her bedroom and bathroom, and on the left was a small study. Not a bad place, all things considered, if a bit drab outside of the various movie posters, little decorative trinkets and the colourful pillows on the couch in the living room.

Chaney went over to the kitchen and put the kettle on, making some instant coffee for the two of them.

Marc sat down on the couch, and soon Chaney was over, mugs in hand. She handed one to him, and sat down next to him. They quietly sipped their drinks before Chaney spoke.

"It's... been a while since I've had a guy over after dark," she said. "My last boyfriend was kind of an ass in the end. We broke it off."

"It wasn't that asshole that lost his shit at me and Sofia, was it?"

Chaney laughed.

"God no. No, Derrick, my last BF that is, was just... uptight and kinda wanted more out of me than he wanted to provide in return. Plus, he was rather rude in bed, kinda expected me to do all the work."

"Fair enough," Marc replied, sipping from his coffee sheepishly.

Then, Chaney let out a wistful sigh.

"Still... I haven't had much company since then, besides you. You've been a breath of fresh air, to be honest. Especially given how kinda closed up you were when we first met. It's nice to see you open up."

"I'd chalk that up to you and Sofia. I think you both might've pushed me a bit to be less of an ass," he agreed.

"Marc, you were never really an ass. Just unsociable. Especially given you'd recently moved here. Of course you'd be grumpy."

"Still, it took a while to warm up to Sofia, after spending my life an only child. In that regard, I think you both have been a healthy influence on me."

He wasn't afraid to admit that, but it was a bit of a lie, because Sofia's influence on him was anything but wholesome.

"Just goes to show that people can always surprise you," she stated.

"Mmmhmm," Marc answered mid swig of his coffee, nearing finishing it.

Then, Chaney decided to live up to what she just said, and placed a hand on Marc's thigh.

He paused, and looked at her. Her eyes were full of intensity.

"Chaney?"

"Marc... I haven't gotten laid in ages... and, well, I like you. I know we've barely been dating long, but... you wanna do it?"

Marc was quiet, looking at her. Then, he downed the last of his coffee and leaned over to plant it on the coffee table firmly.

"Definitely."

Chaney giggled, and quickly finished her drink, placing the mug next to his and rose up, holding onto Marc's hand as she escorted him to her bedroom.

Marc didn't hesitate, but in his mind he was doing somersaults; would this be where it all came crashing down?

He was about to find out.

Chaney's bedroom was filled with even more movie posters, the interior cramped with shelves filled with trinkets, baubles and other personal effects. Her computer was in the study, which was filled with random bits and bobs and a lot of makeup stuff, as was her hobby and her hopeful future career.

A few stuffed plushies sat on the bed, but Chaney quickly cleared them away, placing them down next to it.

Then, she guided Marc to the bed, and made him sit down on its edge. She removed her shoes, and pulled off his, and soon, she was crouched before him.

He could tell she was nervous; even if it was hardly her first time, it was her first time with him. Maybe she wanted to make a good impression.

She hesitated for a moment, staring at his crotch as she considered her options. Then, she sighed out and began to rub her palm to his junk through his jeans.

Her efforts were light and a bit hesitant... but his reaction was instant, blood flowing into his cock at the touch.

Maybe Sofia was right after all. That, he was glad of.

Chaney quickly gained some confidence, and squeezed a bit more firmly, fondling his growing bulge, eager to nurse his erection to full strength.

After it began to strain against his garments, Chaney decided to peel them down to his knees, letting his cock bounce free and stand proud.

She stared at it for a moment, quietly mouthing 'wow'.

Then she glanced down, and then up to his eyes with a smile.

"You shave down there?" she commented, sounding mildly surprised.

Marc rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"Yeah, well... I like it smooth, hair down there annoys me," he lied. It didn't feel all that good to lie to Chaney, but at the same time, he could never go back to having hair down there either; smooth was great, so there was some truth to his words.