My dad had been a widower for five years when he remarried to Nadine. Some people in the family were shocked because she’s black and we’re not, but she’s a nice lady and she makes the old man happy. Anyway, it’s the 90s and time to put that racist bullshit out to pasture. Of course, I must admit that I didn’t half mind the idea of having Nadine’s daughter Tanisha as my brand-new stepsister.

Tanisha is a total babe, with wavy black hair, crème de cacao skin, and a body that doesn’t know when to quit. She’s a junior in college but ought to be a model. Very shy and retiring, despite her beauty, and I think that’s what attracted me most about her. She’s the kind of girl who acts as if she doesn’t know what’s below her neck. I wanted to fuck her the first time I met her and I figured that once she joined the family, I just might get the chance.

This may sound crass, but during Dad and Nadine’s wedding reception I saw Tanisha go upstairs and I followed, in the hope of testing the waters. Instead, I got the surprise of my life.

Nadine also has a son, named Mike. He’s a running back on a football scholarship, and he’s been scouted by the CFL. When I got upstairs, trailing my gorgeous new stepsister, what I found were Mike and Tanisha in my sister’s old bedroom.

The door wasn’t quite shut, and I could see them reflected in the mirror. He was kissing her, not at all like a brother. He had a hand under her skirt and one of those beautiful tits was popped out the top of her dress. The dark nipple was stiff, and his fingers rolled round and round the erectile point while she moaned softly into his mouth. She fondled his crotch, and as I peeked round the door I saw her unzip his pants and reach inside.

“Mmmm, baby,” she sighed, “you think we ought to be doing this right here, right now? With the reception going on downstairs, I mean...”

“Any time’s the right time where your sweet pussy is involved,” Mike answered, easing his sweet, succulent sister onto the bed. He lifted her skirt. She wore garters and stockings, but no panties. Her crack was hot pink against the dark of her skin. Mike dropped to his knees and started eating her.

She purred and groaned, and she didn’t sound sweet and shy and retiring at all. Her knees lifted, and Mike moved deeper into her crotch. I could hear the slurping sound of his tongue, the soft murmurs of his sister’s sexual response. I backed away, careful not to make any noise, and I went downstairs again.

I didn’t tell Dad about it. Really, it didn’t seem like any of his business. However, I did tell my sister Kim that very same night.

“You’re lying,” she said, looking up at me. Her blue eyes were big and excited, her pink lips wet and glisteny. I guided her head downward, and she resumed licking the tip of my cock.

Kim’s mouth ovaled, and she swallowed my knob, still lapping with her tongue while she suctioned me with those warm, sweet lips. Her drool flowed, and I began to push a little deeper into her mouth.

Kim made gurgling sounds as she sucked harder, and it was hard to think about anything but my sister’s fantastic blowjob technique. My hand was on her wet, shaved pussy, teasing the clit and lips while her mouth feasted on my bloated lust-tool.

“It’s true,” I said. “Our stepbrother. Fuckingour stepsister.”

“The perverts,” Kim giggled, releasing my dick for a moment. A wad of saliva stretched from the tip of her tongue to the bloated knob of my cock. She lowered her mouth and gulped me again, taking my prick almost into her throat in one chug.

Her lips tightened, and she began to fuck her face with my tool, moaning as her arousal intensified. I was pretty aroused too, but not only from Kim’s cocksucking. I was also thinking about Tanisha.

It wound up, as usual, with Kim reversed, atop me, my cock jammed up her wet, tight cunt. I held her tits and we kissed over her shoulder, but mostly we fucked. Her clit throbbed into orgasm, and I squirted a lot of sperm up her pussy, and we collapsed into a sweaty heap.

“You want to fuck her,” Kim panted, her head on my chest, my sticky dick in her hand. “Tanisha. You get hard when I say her name. Tanisha. Stiff. You dog.”

“How about you? Think you could go a couple of rounds with Mike? They say black guys are really hung.”

“Mmm, they do say that,” Kim giggled. “But, personally, I wouldn’t know.” She started kissing her way down my chest. My cock got even stiffer in anticipation of her hot, wet mouth.

“Let’s see what happens with Mike and Tanisha,” she said, nuzzling the hairs at the root of my tool. Her lips slid onto the shaft and she nibbled upward. “I’m sure you already have a plan. You’re very creative, Jerry. For a brother.”

We’re both in our middle twenties and neither of us lives at home. I don’t know why we keep two apartments, since I’m usually over at Kim’s place, but you have to keep up appearances. Nobody, in or out of the family, knows that my sis and I have been fucking each other for years and that we have no intention of ever stopping.

Tanisha and Mike had been living at home with their mom, and after she married Dad, they all moved into our house. I wondered if they were using our old bedrooms to do the same kind of nasty things Kim and I had done in them. The more things change...

So, a week or two after the wedding, we invited Mike and Tanisha to a home-cooked dinner at Kim’s place. Dad and Nadine thought it was great that the two families were going to be friends, so I’m glad they didn’t know what my sister and I really had in mind.

Kim was so turned-on I had to throw her a quick fuck even before Mike and Tanisha arrived. We did it in the kitchen, backed up against the sink, Kim’s long tanned legs wrapped around me and my dick spurting seed up her hot, sweet cunt.