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.

“This may be the last time you get it, kid brother,” she teased, shaking her tits in my face. I bit the nipples, tauntingly, and she purred, “They say that once you fuck a Black guy, you’ll never be satisfied with a skinny white cock again.”

“They say wrong,” I panted, ramming my fat white dick home. She squealed and came. Just like she always does.

We hadn’t spent that much time with Mike and Tanisha, and very little on a one-to-one basis. As always, with new people, there was a certain awkwardness at first. But Mike and I had a common interest in football, and Kim’s a designer, which echoed Tanisha’s career plans, and by the time we sat down to eat, we were off to a good start. After dinner, we adjourned to the living room for coffee and more conversation. It was time to go to work.

Kim is as foxy, in her own way, as Nadine. I’m not just saying that because she’s my sister. If she were your sister, you’d want to fuck her too. She’s a tall blonde, with firm cupcake tits and legs all the way to her navel. And at the end of those long legs, a tight pink pussy that’s always shaved and primed for a prick.

She lounged on the sofa with me, her feet up on the coffee table, her legs bared ‘way up by the shortness of her skirt. I could tell Mike was eyeing her, but who wouldn’t? She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her blouse was low-cut, offering frequent glimpses at the freckled curves of her breasts. The dog, I bet he was even sneaking peeks up her dress, where a thong panty barely covered the plump bun of her cunt.

Mike and I were replaying last week’s pro games when Kim leaned back, resting her shoulders against my chest as if she had grown very tired all of a sudden. I put my arm around her, and she took my fingers in hand. Almost nonchalantly, then, she let my hand come to rest atop her left tit. I could feel the hard nipple pulsating beneath her thin shirt, and the tit seemed to push itself into my palm, begging to be felt. I squeezed.

Mike cleared his throat and glanced quickly at his sister. I squeezed Kim’s tit once more. She lifted her face, obviously wanting a kiss, and I gave her one, with the same kind of tongue action I’d seen Mike using on Tanisha at the wedding reception. As our spit merged, Kim tugged her blouse downward, baring both of her pink-nippled babies.

We came apart with a smack of lips that seemed loud as a doorslam in the suddenly dead-quiet room. Kim was bare to the waist, and her eyes glowed with arousal. She snuggled against me and reached into my lap for my zipper.

“Did you think you were the only ones?” she asked our guests.

That’s when the ice really broke -- when she took my cock out and began to suck it, with even more moaning and slobbering than usual.

We’d never done it in front of anyone else, and I think Kim was more turned on than ever before. I was certainly aroused, and I preened a little, throwing back my shoulders and gasping from deep in my throat while our new black stepbrother and stepsister watched Kim gobble my swollen prick.

Her drool ran down the shaft, leaving a wet spot on my pants, and I was hard enough to crack walnuts, my balls so full of cum they ached. Mike and Tanisha just sat watching, their jaws dropped.

I lifted Kim’s head from my cock and helped her to her feet. She wiggled out of her blouse while I undid her mini and fluttered it down her long legs.

Underneath she wore string panties, but not for long. I bent to kiss the pink points of her tits, suckling each of them into even perkier erection. My hand was between her legs.

Her cunt was freshly shaved, oiled, dripping wet with excitement. It opened to swallow my fingers, and I explored the pink tightness while my cock protruded from my unzipped pants, like the bowsprit of a schooner moving into uncharted waters.

When I looked up, Mike was on his feet. His eyes were uncertain. “I don’t get it, man,” he said.

“Come over here and you will,” Kim husked, extending her hand. “We want to welcome you to the family, new brother and sister, and this is the best way we know how to do it.”

He came closer, still tentative, and Kim grabbed his crotch. When she wants cock, she really wants it, and she wanted him right then.

She got her hand full of his joint, squeezing so hard Mike gave a soft groan. But I could see the outline of his suddenly rampant prick inside his pants, and Kim traced the bulging shape with the tips of her fingers. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes seemed to draw Mike closer and closer still.

She put her other hand on his shoulder, and then their mouths came together, his dark face merging with her pale whiteness. He touched her shoulder, and I moved back, allowing Kim to slide totally into his embrace. Her tip-tilted breasts grazed his broad, firm chest, and then she was undoing his shirt, baring his skin so she could caress it with her own.

Tanisha sat on the edge of her chair, her fingers trembling as she watched her brother and my sister. I knelt beside her, put my hand on her knee. She glanced down at me. “How did you know?” she whispered. “Nobody knows...”

“The Shadow knows,” I replied mysteriously. I cupped her chin and drew her face to mine for some kissing. Her breath was sweet and milky, her tongue wet but almost innocent in the way it responded to mine. My hands went to her tits, the tits I’d been itching to feel since the day I met her.

They were firm and full, much bigger than Kim’s. Even through her blouse and bra I could feel the swollen excitement of her nipples, and I ached to get my mouth onto those teats. I began to unbutton her.