Sarah's Stepsister Emily Returns

Sarah's Stepsister Emily Returns

By Katie Kulka

Chapter One - Home

It's early April and I'm home from college for spring break. Unlike other college coeds, I wasn't going to Cancun, Florida, or some other tropical locale for a weekend full of alcohol, debauchery, and mayhem. Instead, I was returning home for some home cooking, the chance to rest up and recharge, and reconnect with my stepsister Emily.

I'm Sarah, a 22-year-old college senior, active in my university, on the soccer team, the debate squad, and studying pre-law. I had in fact already been accepted into law school for next year. My plan was to follow in the footsteps of my stepsister Emily who recently moved to New York City to start a burgeoning law career at a prestigious firm.

Emily has been my stepsister since my mom and her dad got married when she was a freshman in college. Ever since I had looked up to her and despite some petty spats over stupid things such as the bathroom we shared, our relationship was strong and healthy. And to say I looked up to her would be an understatement.

In my free time, I read up on the cases Emily's firm worked on. Class action lawsuits, patent appeals, product liability disputes. All issues while dry on the surface had significant impacts in people's daily lives. And Emily got to be a part of that. Even if she likely was low person on the totem pole right now. But that would likely change for her down the road.

Lawyers work insane hours, especially when starting out and I hadn't even seen Emily since she had graduated last May and moved off to NYC although we still texted or emailed fairly regularly.

Back at school, I'm too busy to have a steady boyfriend, or even a fuck buddy. While I do enjoy flirting with guys and making out with them, my class and work schedule has kept me busy and it's been a while since I've been with a man intimately.

Spring break is usually a time for me to rest and recharge before the last sprint of the school year into finals. But spring break this year had another positive development. Emily finally had a weekend off and was coming home for a visit and she said her boyfriend was coming with her.

Emily in addition to being a lawyer, was also a strong, independent woman whose previous boyfriends had also been guys who fit into her life and schedule versus the other way around. I was curious about what kind of guy she was going to bring home now. Likely a lawyer, probably one at her firm, who in a couple of years one that she would be the boss of I figured.

I was seated in the family room, wearing a blue blouse and tan pants with my wavy auburn hair tucked behind my ears while I read a textbook with the television on in the background as I waited for Emily and her beau to arrive.

My ears perked up when I heard the front door open. That had to be Emily and her boyfriend. The family room is in the back of the house, across from our open concept kitchen, and I put down my textbook and rushed out to the hallway to find Emily, give her a big hug, and meet her new boyfriend.

But when I saw them, I stopped me in my tracks. While it was Emily and her boyfriend standing there in the entryway, what I saw was the furthest from what I expected, which caused my jaw to drop and the color to drain from my face.

Emily normally would have been wearing a demure, professional pantsuit in black, grey, or dark blue. But instead, she was wearing a revealing floral dress, a dress that offered a ton of cleavage and showed off her bust, a bust that she had never prominently featured in her clothing choices.

On her feet were white pump heels that had to be 5-inches high. I can't recall ever seeing her wear heels. She always chose sensible shoes. And her face was heavily made up. Much more so than I had ever seen before.

Standing next to Emily was a large man, presumably her boyfriend, probably 35 years of age, with dark black hair. He was wearing a dark charcoal suit that looked extremely expensive along with a blue silk tie. Emily's boyfriend was gorgeous, dignified, refined, and had his arm wrapped around Emily holding her close.

"Umm hi," I offered meekly. "I'm Sarah."

Emily's boyfriend held out his hand to shake mine. Like it was a business deal.

"William," he replied shaking my hand.

His grip was firm, but not bone crushing, and I couldn't help but notice how large his hand was. It was downright massive, enveloping my hand completely. Turning to Emily, I said the first thing that came to mind.

"You look nice, Emily," I observed.

While Emily was dressed like she was ready to go out for an expensive brunch, I felt almost underdressed in comparison.

"Thank you, Sarah," Emily replied.

"Mom's making dinner," I replied. "Shimp linguine pasta with vegetables and salad. Your favorite."

"That sounds nice," Emily replied, flashing a smile. It was obvious she felt awkward having me see her with exposed skin. Up until now it seemed like she had always worn pants and long sleeves.

We went back to the family room where I went back to the chair I had been seated in, while Emily sat on the couch and nestled up to William. I should have gone back to my textbook or television show, but my eyes kept darting around, observing what was about to go down.

Mom, always more of a traditionalist herself, had cracked a bit of a smile when she saw Emily wearing pretty clothes and cuddled up to William. It's something she would have done when courting my stepfather, Emily's dad.

Meanwhile Emily's dad was in his study downstairs and hadn't emerged yet. This was when I expected the fireworks to really start. He was so proud of Emily, graduating law school summa cum laude, near the top of her class, and getting a job at a prestigious law firm in New York City.

He bragged to all his friends about Emily's accomplishments and how she was going to make a difference in the world. New clothes, makeup, and a new boyfriend didn't change all that, but it was a sudden change and shift in priorities. And I suspected Emily was less serious about her career now than she had been when she had first left for New York City almost a year ago now.

It was then that mom called out to dad's study that dinner was ready. I found myself tensing up as I heard dad walk up the stairwell toward the kitchen.

He emerged into the kitchen and looked out, seeing Emily curled up on the couch with William, all tarted up. He went to speak but there was a catch in his throat as the color drained from his face.

"Hi daddy!" Emily said getting up to walk over to give him a big hug.

I don't recall Emily ever calling him daddy before. One surmised that quite possibly she called William Daddy. A lot. And in her heels, Emily was taller than dad's 5'8" frame.

William was behind Emily and in short order was giving dad a handshake. But from the looks of it, not the firm handshake he had given me. The handshake given to dad was positively bone-crushing from the looks of it. Dad's face actually winced when William squeezed his hand.

Meanwhile, I bit my lip as I watched all this play out. It was an unusual turn of events. A turn of events that had me captivated. Frankly this was better than anything that I had seen on television all year.

"Come on Sarah it's time for dinner," Mom scolded from the kitchen. "Grab the salad."

I got up from my seat and followed mom out to the dining room after grabbing the bowl of salad that she prepared.

Chapter Two - Dinner

At the dinner table, I was pushing around my pasta with my fork, making a point to stare at the plate. I didn't want to look up. I couldn't. Emily was seated just across from me, in her usual spot, but next to William this time. Usually this seating arrangement promoted conversation between us. But now with her twin globes bursting out of her dress, I didn't want to look up for fear of staring at them.

I felt bad for dad as I stole a glance in his direction. His daughter, his pride and joy that he spoke so highly of, had apparently been reduced to little more than an airheaded bimbo for an older man in an expensive suit. Emily was 27 now, an adult, and was making her own choices to be fair. But still it had to be challenging for her dad to witness.

"So do you want to tell them the good news babe or should I?" William asked.

For maybe the first time since Emily arrived this afternoon, she tensed up, as if she was unsure of herself. But then she found her confidence again.

"I'm pregnant," Emily gushed as she blushed profusely. "Three months along."

My jaw dropped. Again. It was one thing for Emily's demeanor and manner of dress to be fundamentally altered because of this man, but I was aghast at the implications of her becoming pregnant. Previously, Emily had forsworn having a family as a distraction from her focus on the law, but now she was going to be a mom in a few short months?

It didn't make any damn sense.

"And babe?" William said.

"We want to have a large family," Emily blurted out.

They were planning on having a large family. Even before getting engaged. I had to say something. Especially if dad wouldn't.

"What about your focus on the law? Making a name for yourself? Being partner at a prestigious law firm?" I asked hurriedly.

Again, I saw hesitation in Emily's eyes. I thought she was going to break out of it. But then she shook it off.

"I decided there were more important things in the world than my career," Emily softly replied.

That did it. Dad stepped out of the dining room and soon returned from the kitchen with a rocks glass full of a brown liquid, sans any ice. I presumed it was bourbon. He hardly ever drank a ton, but I suspected his head was spinning and he needed something to calm his nerves or maybe send him into a blackout.

Frankly, I could use a drink too, one much stronger than the glass of white wine situated right in front of me. But I got hangovers easily and besides, this was all so surreal. I didn't want to let alcohol inhibit me.

Thankfully, dinner finished up shortly after, and after helping clean up, I retreated to my bedroom to do some reading while William and Emily went out to see some of her old friends. I had no doubt they

Meanwhile, dad went back to his study and mom sat down in the family room to watch a movie on Netflix. What should have been a fun-filled family evening had been upended by Emily springing her new lifestyle on everyone.

Chapter Three - Bed

Later that evening I was seated in bed, wearing a white cotton t-shit and pink cotton panties, as the clock ticked ever closer to midnight. The room was dark, sans for the moonlight shining into my bedroom from the window to the right of me.

Dad had long since passed out downstairs on the couch on his study. During one of my trips downstairs, I found him curled up in a ball on the couch, sound asleep and snoring. I had propped his head under a pillow and put a blanket over him. Meanwhile, mom had fallen asleep on the couch watching a movie. But like always she had a blanket pulled over her.

I reasoned I should go to sleep. But I was antsy and distracted. William and Emily had returned home not long ago and were in her old bedroom that mom and dad kept just as it was when she lived here. Our house was big enough that it wasn't like they needed to use the space for something else.

As I sat in my bed, I could plainly hear William and Emily going at it humping like rabbits. From the rhythmic clapping sounds emanating from Emily's bedroom, I knew they were doing it doggystyle. A very vigorish doggystyle.

Along with the sound of Emily's ass cheeks being clapped, I could also hear William grunting loudly as he fucked my stepsister. But somewhat curiously, I didn't hear Emily calling out William's name, calling him Daddy, or even loud moans or squeals of pleasure. Was Emily really silent while William roughly fucked her from behind? It seemed implausible.

Either way hearing them go at it was naughty, taboo and intoxicating. Hearing Emily get mounted like a wanton slut. The role reversal from strong, independent woman to being a kinky, horny slut was hot. Help me but I was wet, slick, and excited just from thinking about my stepsister getting bred by her handsome, hunky boyfriend and hearing them go at it like rabbits just feet away from me.

I knew the polite thing to do was put on headphones or maybe my television to let them have a degree of privacy as they went at it. But the wanton sounds of their lovemaking, if you could even call it that, infiltrated my bedroom, invading my personal space and refuge from the world. And if my personal space was going to be invaded and disturbed, then maybe I should infiltrate their personal space, just a bit.

What I really wanted to do was watch them go at it and see how William had gotten Emily to become a wanton slut, his wanton knocked-up slut. Our bedrooms had a shared bathroom between them, a bathroom that we had occasionally argued for use of when both of us were home.

But now it had another feature. I could crack the door open and spy on my stepsister. It would be wrong, it would be voyeurism, but I had to watch. I would kick myself for weeks if I didn't watch Emily getting fucked by her William. I had to see how far she had come from the strong, independent woman who had left home for the big city just a year ago.

Slowly I crept out of the cozy confines of my bed, and crawled slowly, silently on my hands and knees on my carpeted bedroom floor toward my door to the bathroom. Carefully and silently, I pulled the door open. The light in the bathroom was off and I crawled in.

Emily and William had kept their door to the shared bathroom cracked open and I slowly crept toward it on my hands and knees, placing the plush bathroom rug at the edge of the bathroom to give me a soft surface to kneel on. The door wasn't cracked open by very much, a couple of inches at most, but it was enough to give me a view of Emily's bed.

In the darkness, I had a perfect vantage point to spy on William and Emily. But I was astounded at what I saw. Emily was bent over and William had a firm grasp of her wrists pulling them back. Curiously, there was a red ball gag in Emily's mouth, muffling her, which was obviously the reason that I hadn't heard any squeals, screams or moaning of pleasure from her.

William was behind Emily, rhythmically fucking her, almost like a well-oiled machine, causing her breasts to jiggle each time he bottomed out in her gaped pussy. And that was when I saw it. William's cock. He had to be 8 inches and thick as fuck. And as screwed Emily from behind, each inch of his cock was disappearing inside of her with each thrust.

I bit my lip as my eyes narrowly focused in on William's cock as I thought about how deep William's thick cock was burrowing inside my stepsister with each thrust. None of the few men I had fucked sported equipment that even came close to comparing to what William was equipped with. And I was getting extremely aroused thinking about how that same cock might feel deep inside of me.

For the Emily I previously knew it would have been humiliating to the nth degree to be in that position getting fucked. Deep down, somewhere in the recesses of her brain, there was the independent, well-read, and educated woman who had espoused empowered principles and attitudes while at college.

But also, judging from her muffled moans into the red ball gag and the excited look painted across her face, Emily was greatly enjoying William pummeling her from behind. It was the only thing that explained her change in behavior, dress, attitude. It was like William had unlocked something deep inside of Emily that I never knew existed before.

It was all so erotic, hot, and intoxicating. Even though I had never let a man fuck me in such a manner, I found myself drawn in seeing Emily fucked hard by her boyfriend. I found myself biting my lip also to the point of drawing blood as my excitement grew.

But, at the very least, my voyeurism provided a window into what had caused the attitude shift in Emily. William was fucking her silly, providing her with riveting, explosive orgasms that kept her coming back for more of William's thick member. In the process she had likely agreed to ever more demeaning and degrading sexual acts just to keep the wave of orgasms coming.

Watching them was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I had to tease myself to share in just a bit of the pleasure they were experiencing at that moment. I sneaked my petite right hand inside my pink cotton panties as I planned to softly rub my clit as I watched. I was slick, wet, from watching Emily get defiled, used, like a common two-bit slut.

I whimpered softly as I softly circled my engorged clit with the tips of my fingers. It wouldn't take me long to get off once I got back in bed. I doubt I would even need the vibrator I kept tucked away in a shoebox in my nightstand.

But just then, lost in the throes of playing with myself, I bumped the door with my shoulder causing the hinges to creak. I froze for a second, hoping William and Emily hadn't heard my little disruption. But when they both looked my way, I feared I had been found out. I ducked back behind the door, hoping that they hadn't seen me in the dark spying on them.

Deftly, as silently as I could I scampered back into my bedroom on all fours and closed my door to the bathroom over, but without clicking it shut. From there I climbed into bed and underneath my comforter seeking refuge, kind of like an ostrich sticking its head in the ground. Anyone who might enter my room would know exactly where I was but this was the safest place at the moment.

Meanwhile, back in Emily's bedroom, I could hear William go back to furiously pummeling her from behind. I was horny. Wet as fuck. I had to get my mind off of this. But there was nowhere to go. I laid under my comforter, listening to my stepsister get defiled by William's large cock while our parents were asleep downstairs.

Finally, an ear-popping primal grunt from William signaled his orgasm and the end of their marathon fuck session. By this time, my panties were positively soaked, my nipples erect, and I wished that I could have seen Emily's face at the exact moment when William unloaded what had to be a massive load of white-hot cum deep in her pussy.

But their fuck session being over, that signaled that the coast was clear for me. I sat up in my bed, emerging from the covers. I should go to bed, but there was no way I was falling asleep anytime soon.

Chapter Four - Emily

A short while later, the visual, auditory, and mental images of Emily getting fucked were still replaying in my mind, like a broken record, as I stared off into the distance. A soft knocking at my door broke the trance I was in. Glancing over at my phone on the nightstand, I saw it was 12:04. I should be asleep. I could pretend I was asleep and not respond. But I had to know. Know who was there. And what was going on.

"Come in," I said.

Emily poked her head in the door and stepped inside. She was wearing a sheer pink nightgown which showcased her trim body and large, perky breasts. I could also see the outline of the matching thong she was wearing underneath. No doubt William's seed would likely be seeping out into them soon enough.

She climbed in bed and sat next to me. We used to do this often when she lived at home. We would talk for hours. About books we had read, experiences at college, social issues, whatever. But I doubted any of those topics would be on the menu for tonight.

"All of this is probably a surprise for you," Emily offered softly.

"It's a shock," I blurted out. "This isn't the sister who graduated law school last year."

"I didn't think this was me either," Emily softly replied. "But something in William brings this out of me."