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A black painted door with a small pane of privacy glass in the top welcomed me. There was no bell, just a slightly tarnished brass knocker. I lifted it up and let it fall with a bang. There was no response so I repeated, this time hitting the brass knocker against the door several times. Finally I heard footsteps and the door was opened.

"Hello Little Sis," I smiled as I said hello "it's so good to see you again."

She stood up on tiptoes and kissed me. There was nothing unexpected about this kiss.

"Big Boy . . . you're freezing," she proclaimed "come inside and warm up. And yes, I'm so happy to see you too."

I followed Gabi into the house. Inside it was pretty much what I would have expected of student digs, adequately but sparsely furnished. That didn't surprise me and in actual fact my eyes were not drawn to the surroundings but instead were fixed on my step-sister. Maybe I was imagining it but it did look like she had gotten dressed in a hurry. The button on the back of her skirt was undone, the zip half down and her blouse was half hanging out. I watched her sexy ass wiggle as she walked in front of me. All I could think of was how goddam sexy she looked and how I was going to love ripping those clothes off her.

We walked into the lounge and there, sat on the sofa, was another young lady. Again she seemed just a little disheveled in her black dress and I noticed how she quickly pulled it down at the front, closing her knees together at the same time. I wasn't sure, but it was highly possible that there had been the glimpse of bare snatch underneath.

"Jules, please let me introduce my brother Jamie. He's the one I've been telling you all about."

The young woman stood up. She was chalk and cheese with Gabi. Almost my height, physically built with long flowing hair tied back in a ponytail. I had her down as a sportswoman, maybe a football player or even women's rugby.

"Delighted to meet you," came a very middle class English voice. "Gabz is right, she has told me so much about you."

"Nothing too bad, I hope," was the only thing I could think to say, my mind wondering just what Little Sis might have said. Surely she hadn't come clean about their Christmas exploits.

Jules sat back down, leaving Gabi to take care of me.

"Now Jamie, why don't you go drop your bag upstairs? Maybe you need to freshen up after the train ride. Your room is just at the top of the stairs on the left. I've just got a little something to finish off and then we can take a look around town."

I did just that, taking my leave and disappearing upstairs. It only took about ten minutes to unpack the few items from my bag and quickly freshen up. Once done, I set off to come back downstairs. Noises from below though stopped me in my tracks and I sat down on the top stair. The door to the lounge was open and through the gap in the banister I could clearly see the two women . . . and what a sight it was.

Jules was slouched back in the middle of the sofa, her dress hiked up and knees spread apart. I would have had a clear view of her pussy except that Little Sis had her head in the way. What I couldn't see though was more than made up for with an audio performance, and it didn't take much effort to imagine a tongue deep inside her lover's pussy.

I guessed this was why they looked just a little disheveled when I first arrived. Obviously they were enjoying some time together and I had just gotten in the way. Now, with me upstairs, it was time to finish off what they had started. And I had to imagine, from the noise alone, that the finish was almost there. I watched as Jules stiffened up, her thighs clamping around Little Sis' head, holding her in close. The moans intensified as Jules started to shake, and then nothing. She slumped back, eyes closed and legs open once more.

Little Sis stood up and finally I got a view of a sodden pussy, swollen lips gleaming with wetness. Jules seemed bigger than Gabi, her pussy lips very prominent. Gabi turned around, lips still shining with her lover's juices and looked up the stairs. She ran her tongue seductively around her lips and winked in my direction. Had this all been planned for my enjoyment? Whatever, it was evident that she knew I was there and knew I had been watching. There was no point in waiting any longer so I pulled myself up, the stairs creaking as I put my weight down. I chuckled inside as I watched Jules rapidly cover up, seemingly embarrassed, as soon as she heard me on the stairs. Maybe she wasn't aware that there had been an audience for her last climactic performance. I walked into the lounge, both women now behaving as if nothing had even happened.

"Ah Jamie, perfect timing," called out Gabi. "So the plan is to take a quick explore around the town, grab a bite to eat at our favourite Italian and then maybe back here with a bottle of wine or two. Are you up for it?"

"Sure," I replied "but I had hoped for a little time for us to catch up too."

"Oh I know Jamie, and I'm sure we'll have some time later. Did you have anything particular in mind?"

"Shit, Little Sis" I thought to myself. Did she really want me to announce to her lover that I wanted to fuck my step-sister's brains out? What was she trying to do? It was Jules though who suddenly entered the conversation.

"Don't worry about that. There'll be plenty of time for you and Gabz to catch up as much as you want. In fact, I'm so looking forward to it as I've heard so much about the two of you already and just how close you are. Now, give me a minute and I'll be right there."

Jules disappeared upstairs leaving me standing there watching Little Sis putting on her coat and shoes. By now I was more than a little curious. What did Jules know about the two of them and why was she so looking forward to them catching up?

Before I could ask though, the front door was already open with Gabi on her way out closely followed by Jules, who had bounded down the stairs and straight outside. I watched as Jules kissed Gabi on the lips, at the same time whispering something in her ear. I never did find out what was said but suffice to say it was probably about me. Little Sis just turned, blew me a kiss and winked, beckoning me to join them.

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The day had been fine, despite the winter chill. Finally though we did return back to the house with a couple of bottles of wine. The evening was still relatively early so there was plenty of time for that catch up. It was Little Sis who made the suggestion.

"Why don't we get changed into something a little more comfortable. I'll pop the wine in the fridge to chill."

The two women disappeared in opposite directions, Jules upstairs and Gabi into the kitchen. I followed after her, catching up just in front of the fridge and putting my arms around her tiny waist.

"Jamie," she shrieked "you nearly made me drop these."

I let her put the wine down and then spun her around, pressing her back against the door of the fridge. I couldn't resist a quick kiss and, pulling Little Sis in close, I locked my lips down on hers. Our tongues entwined and I savoured the moment; it had seemed such a long time since our last escapade. Eventually she pushed me away, smiling back at me.

"So, what are you after Big Boy?" she whispered, a hand reaching down for my cock. "Mmmm, just how I remember it."

I stood there, amazed, as I felt the zip on my trousers slowly open.

"What are you playing at Little Sis?" I whispered into her ear. "Jules will be back any minute. Do you want her to find out about us?"

She just giggled as she continued to pull down my zip. Fingers reached inside and in an instant the tip of my cock was protruding out from my boxers. I watched as Little Sis sank down on her knees. Was she really going to give me a blowjob with her lover about to appear at any second? I felt the wetness of her tongue probing at my head, my cock rapidly hardening the more she teased. Then she went down on it, her mouth taking the head inside, exposing my most sensitive areas. Gabi bobbed away on my now rock hard cock and I had to stifle a moan. She had a really talented mouth, as I had already witnessed earlier. I heard footsteps on the landing and in a flash pulled my cock out of her mouth. There was too much at stake to risk being caught.

"Aww, Big Boy, I was so enjoying having your cock inside once more. Don't you like it?"

"You know I like it, more than anything else in the world. But, I thought this was our little secret. Do you really want Jules to walk in on us?"

I was struggling to get my now hard cock back into my trousers, only just managing to do the zip up as Jules walked into the kitchen. She looked stunning, dressed in a long black silk nightdress. Thin straps lay over each shoulder and a low cut front exposed an ample amount of cleavage, her nipples pressing hard at the fabric forming visible peaks in the silk. She walked across in front of me, just as Gabi picked herself up from her knees. I could swear there was more sway in those hips than necessary, almost as if she intended to tease. Jules was not shy at all. She simply planted a deep kiss on Little Sis, right there in front of me. Oh how I wished it was me doing the kissing, not her.

"Am I the only one getting changed?" she asked.

"We'll just be a minute," came Gabi's reply. "I was just reminding Jamie of a bit of sisterly love, in case he'd forgotten. Why don't you pour three glasses whilst we change?"

With that the two of us went upstairs. I slipped into the spare room and quickly stripped down to my boxers. I was rummaging in my bag for the loungewear I had brought when Gabi called out.

"Don't take all night, we've got catching up to do."

Footsteps signaled her departure back downstairs and I was alone once more. For a moment I sat on the bed, just in my boxers, and thought about things. I shouldn't have come. It was obvious that Gabi and Jules were lovers. Me being here, with a desperate urge to fuck my step-sister, was not what was needed. But then, why was Little Sis so relaxed about having me here? We'd almost gotten caught once, was that her intention? A voice called out from below.

"Have you fallen asleep up there?"

Quickly I dressed and joined the others downstairs. Gabi was in the lounge sat on one end of the sofa. I plonked myself in a rather large arm chair and watched as Jules walked in carrying a tray, atop of which were three large glasses of wine, a bowl of tortilla chips and the now half empty bottle. She placed the tray on a side table and passed a glass to Gabi. A second glass in her hand, Jules walked over to where I was sitting and, bending down, passed the glass to me. I tried not to look, as the front of her nightdress sagged forward. It was impossible though and I quickly got an eyeful of her naked breasts. They were so much larger than Little Sis' but equally as attractive, each topped off with an already hard nipple. It was all over in a matter of seconds but immediately I could sense just what Little Sis saw in her lover. Jules took her own glass of wine and sat herself on the sofa next to her lover.We drank as we chatted. It seemed that Jules wanted to know everything about me. Initially they were innocent questions about my likes and dislikes, childhood and university life. As time went on and the amount of wine consumed became greater there was a little innuendo creeping into conversation. The topic soon turned more personal and I started to feel a little self conscious. Before long the wine was finished and all that was left was conversation.

"So Jamie, have you got a lover?" continued Jules.

"Erm . . . no, not yet," I was hesitant in my reply.

"A big boy like you, there must be plenty of women just waiting for you to ask them out."

Again I hesitated. Why had she called me big boy? The only person who did that was Little Sis. I laughed.

"I wish," came a sarcastic reply.

"So, you don't have anyone important in your life? Anyone you desire more than everyone else?"

"There is one, but she's not always available. I see her sometimes but not often enough."

"What's she like Jamie?"

There seemed a sudden interest, an unhealthy interest, and I knew I had to be careful.

"Oh, you know, she's pretty, always bubbly and quite excitable. She's a girl who knows what she wants and makes sure she gets it. It's just that we went to different universities so we don't see each other so much."

I glanced up at Little Sis and saw her smile. She knew exactly who I was talking about.

"I guess that makes it all the more special when you do meet up," Jules continued. "What do you like to get up to?"

"Oh, you know, we just spend a little personal time together."

"Like tonight?" she continued.

I laughed. "Not quite like this," I replied, watching as Little Sis fluttered her eyes seductively at me.

"And how about Gabz?" came a rather surprising question. "How do you feel about her?"

"She's my step-sister," was the only reply I could give "of course I love her."

This time it was Jules who laughed. "I wasn't meaning like that. I never doubted your love for Gabz, she told me all about it and how close the two of you had become. I was meaning, how do you feel about her being in a relationship with another woman?"

As if for impact Jules took Little Sis in her arms and they kissed once more. I watched their tongues reach out, the tips playing hide and seek with each other. Was this really what it was all about or did Jules know more? Was this a shot across my bows to say leave well alone? Finally the two broke their embrace.

"So, Jamie, how do you feel about Gabz?"

"If Gabi is happy then I'm happy." I glanced across at Little Sis. "And I'd say she couldn't be happier."

"I don't know," came a sly reply "I think she could be happier."

"What do you mean? Are the two of you not happy?"

I watched as Jules placed a hand on Gabi's knee, just below the hemline of her nightshirt. Slowly her fingers rode up Little Sis' thigh, pulling the fabric with it. Jules was now looking her lover in the eyes as she continued to move her hand up her lover's legs.

"I think you know what makes her happy, don't you . . . Big Boy? She's done nothing these weeks but tell me how good the two of you were and how much she was looking forward to you cumming here."

There was something strange about the way Jules had stressed the word cumming and by now I was feeling quite nervous. I didn't know what to say and simply sat there, watching as Little Sis' shaven mound came into view. Jules' fingers toyed with her pussy, and instinctively Little Sis spread her legs slightly. I heard a gasp as a finger prised her lips open, Little Sis instinctively spreading her legs further apart and giving me a full view of her shaven pussy.

"You see, Jamie, two women together can be fantastic but sometimes it just doesn't quite hit the mark and you need something different to play with. I guess you know what I mean . . . Big Boy."

Another gasp filled the room as I watched a finger push inside Little Sis' now moist pussy. One finger, followed by another.

"So, she told me all about your birthday present and how you filled your pants."

Little Sis was all moans as those fingers worked their way in and out of her pussy.

"And she told me all about Christmas and how you filled her pussy instead."

Jules was working Little Sis into a fervour as she rammed her two fingers in and out. I glanced at my step-sister's face, recognising the expression and knowing that she was on the edge.

"And when she suggested you came over, I couldn't wait to find out for myself just what you had that was so fantastic."

There was a shriek as Little Sis came, her body tensing around those fingers, her head shaking from side to side.

"Now look what you've made me do. She so wanted that fat cock of yours but now she's cum already."

I glanced down at my trousers and sure enough, my cock was rock hard, bulging at the front of my trousers. Watching Jules finger my step-sister had been almost as arousing as doing it myself. Glancing back up I watched as Jules pulled her nightdress over her head and discarded it, she too had nothing underneath. I was practically staring at the beauty in front of me. For all Little Sis was petite and dainty, Jules was a picture of physical beauty. Up top her body was dominated by those large breasts. She had a single stud in her belly button, topped with a ruby coloured stone. Further down, large muscular thighs started from her wide hips, tapering to slim ankles. My eyes followed all the way from her breasts, across her stomach and over her shaven mound. I could only guess that she was watching me as her legs parted almost the minute that my eyes hit the top of her thighs. She smiled.

"Would be a shame not to put that hard on to good use. What do you say Gabz? Should we see what he has inside?"

It was Little Sis herself who did the honours. Getting off the sofa, she practically crawled over and pulled down my bottoms. My cock sprang to attention and I watched my step-sister as she reached out for my manhood, stroking it gently before lowering her mouth onto it. I closed my eyes as she worked her magic, my head hitting the back of her throat as she took more inside. Then, to my great disappointment, my cock was back in the open once more. It was a short lived disappointment though as I soon felt the warmth of a body on the chair with me, the warmth of a naked body. I opened my eyes to see Jules kneeling over me, her legs either side of mine.

"Take it off," she whispered, grasping at my top.

I lifted my arms up, allowing her to pull my top off over my head. The feeling as Jules shuffled herself into the chair was something else, the warmth of her flesh against mine and the way that those huge breasts squashed up against my chest. I felt her lips on mine, her tongue probing inside as we embraced. My lips were tingling and my cock harder than ever, nestled now between her thighs. Jules picked herself up, reaching down with one hand and taking hold of my manhood.

"She was right when she said you had a big one. I don't think I've felt one this thick before. Now, shuffle down a bit and let's see what you can do with this."

If nothing else, Jules was the dominant one in this relationship and here she was telling me what to do. What's more, here I was doing everything she said. I shuffled down a little and waited. There was a warmth on the tip of my cock as she lined it up with her opening. Jules waited for a minute before sinking down slightly, allowing the widest part to stretch her open. Again she waited, I guessed getting used to the girth, before slowly sinking down. I could feel her breath on my face as she gasped at the feeling of this hard cock entering her love canal. I could only imagine from the tightness of her pussy around my shaft how stretched she felt. Jules kissed me once more, that same tingling kiss as our tongues danced their own tango. She ground her hips slightly, my shaft moving just a little inside.

"Mmmm," she moaned "this is gonna be so much better than the usual plastic cock."

It was all Jules, as she stepped up the pace, grinding her body up against mine. I could feel her pussy walls move up and down my shaft, becoming tighter the longer she went. Her breathing was a bit laboured and I guessed from the warmth inside that she was getting close. I knew I wasn't far away and guessed it was a race to see who came first. I grunted as she continued to ride, feeling my balls tighten and a small amount of cum shoot out. I tried my best to hold it back, but she was too much. Again a grunt and this time the floodgates opened, filling her snatch with my sticky seed.

Still Jules continued, faster than ever, forcing cum out into my lap as she went. She was moaning loudly the more she rode and I just hoped I would stay hard enough for her to finish off. I needn't have worried as the next moment she had her arms clamped around me, holding herself still as she came. We sat there for a good few minutes before she said anything.

"Now I understand why Gabz has gone to all this trouble. There are good secrets and bad secrets, but this is definitely one of the good ones. Thank you Big Boy."

A final kiss and Jules picked herself up off my now limp cock, a trail of cum dripping out of her pussy as she climbed off. She looked at my cum soaked groin.

"Guess you'd better get cleaned up before you go to bed."

I looked over at Little Sis and she simply nodded, smiling all the time.

"Let me show you where the shower is," she called out.

With that, the two of us went upstairs. Little Sis stripped off and came in the shower with me.

"Was it worth coming over, Big Boy?" she whispered. "Jules has been longing to meet you and I do think you made a good impression."

"Why didn't you tell me she knew?"

"What? And spoil the fun. It really was enjoyable to watch the way she teased you. I hope you didn't mind too much."

We kissed under a torrent of water, reacquainting ourselves with the feel of each other as we washed away the exertions of earlier.

"Tomorrow, Big Boy, you are all mine," Little Sis whispered as she climbed out of the shower.

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The next morning I was woken by the sound of laughter from across the landing. I rolled over in bed, the springs creaking, as I imagined what the two lovers were getting up to. It was Little Sis who called out, inviting me in to join them. They were already naked under the duvet and before long so was I, lying there with a beautiful woman at each side. Before long Little Sis was actively stroking my hardening cock.

"Ready for a bit more fun?" she asked.

Little Sis lay on her back and spread her legs. It was obvious she wanted me on top. I climbed over her and dipped a hand down between her legs. She was quite wet already, assumingly the result of whatever the two lovers were up to before I joined them.

"Do it, Big Boy. Shove that cock inside and fuck me hard. Forget I'm your step-sister and just fuck my brains out."

I started with a finger, soon making it two, feeling her tight warm pussy around my digits. Little Sis gasped as I stretched her out wide, ready for taking my hard manhood. Removing my fingers, I quickly licked off her sweet juices before returning down below. I nudged the tip of my cock up against her opening, feeling her hands around my butt cheeks. Slowly I started to lower myself, my cock sinking into Little Sis' pussy. I could feel her hands pulling me in, all the way in.

She smiled at me. "What are you waiting for? I wanna feel your thickness ramming in and out of my tight pussy. I wanna cum harder than ever before."

Now, there was an offer not to be refused and without warning, I went for it, thrusting in and out, long and hard. I could feel her body bounce on the bed as I slammed my cock into her tight passage. The room was filled with noise, a combination of moans and groans as I fucked her hard. Little Sis came first, her body bucking underneath me as I continued to plough her furrow. Finally I could feel the urge build inside, but instead of flooding her pussy once more I pulled out, presenting my glistening cock to her lover.

Jules didn't need an invitation and quickly opened her mouth, taking my thick cock inside. There was a little murmur of delight as she licked her lover's juices off my shaft and then she started to work the head of my cock. I was so close anyway that it didn't take long for me to spew my load into her mouth. She just lapped it up, swallowing every single drop.

Finally, I lay there, a head on each side of my chest. This had been a fantastic weekend and I so hoped it wouldn't be the last.

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Back in my own flat, life was back to normal. I didn't know when my next adventure would be with Little Sis and Jules but I sure hoped it would be soon. For now though I was back in my circle of friends with just another secret to keep.

Valentine's day was soon upon us. It was usually a non event and just like any other day. This Valentine's day though I woke to find an envelope under my door. I picked it up, looking for the telltale signs of a card from Little Sis. It wasn't her handwriting though, and what's more this card had been hand delivered.

I opened it and looked inside. There was a single hand written message.

"Te Amo"

Instantly my mind jumped into life, imagining just who it might have been from. A single image sprung into view and I had a clear idea of who the sender was.Putting the card down for a minute I grabbed a weighty tome off the bookshelf. It was that copy of War and Piece, the one which couldn't be read but instead was a safe place to keep all your little secrets. I slipped the card inside, taking a quick glance at those revealing photos of Little Sis at the same time, then closed up the book and put it back on the shelf.

This was my first ever Valentine's card and for sure I was going to keep it. Any other time I would have been overjoyed by the fact that somebody had thought me worthy of receiving their affection. This time though was a little more complicated than most. I had a good idea who had sent the card, those simple words of Spanish a bit of a give away, and immediately I thought of Mara. That wasn't the complication. What made matters difficult was the weekend I had just spent with my step-sister and her lover. I was in no mood to throw that away, yet I also couldn't go out and admit to a rather incestuous relationship. Then there was always the option that this was a set-up; one of the lads deciding to play a joke by making the card out to be from Mara when she had no idea about it.

Whatever the answer, I decided that a little sensitivity was required. I needed to find out if the card was for real, yet at the same time there was no way on earth I was going to upset Mara's feelings. It wasn't that I had a thing for her, she was just a friend. Yes, I had to admit that she was a rather attractive young woman and, yes, I had to accept that I loved her Latin charm and charisma, but she was just a friend. A friend who seemed to like my company, a friend who had the same interests, a friend who had kissed me on the lips the last time we parted. I wasn't sure why that kiss had come back into my mind. After all it was just a simple peck, but a peck on the lips. Was it the kiss or was it the way she bounded away mischievously afterwards. Were there shades of Little Sis about the way she had teased with that one kiss?

There was no avoiding contact, we were on the same course for fuck sake, and if I did behave differently then she was sure to notice. So, for the next few days, maybe weeks, I was going to play it cool and just see what transpired. I would treat Mara just the same as before and, whether or not I suspected the card was from her, she would have to be the one making the first move. It was a plan.

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So the next few days were rather strange if you don't mind me saying. It seemed that Mara was everywhere yet at the same time she was nowhere, that is to say nowhere close enough for a discrete conversation. I guess it wasn't surprising that I noticed her given that we were on the same course, but it was almost as if she was making sure to be noticed. I don't mean in appearance, she was still the same young Mara, her Latin persona bubbling over just as much as ever. It was just that she was always there . . . wherever I looked I saw Mara.

In lectures she would walk in just as I was sitting down, smiling as she climbed the stairs before taking a seat a couple of rows in front. At lunch I would grab my tray, load it with food and as I turned away from the tills I would catch sight of her on the other side of the dining hall. Again she was there, seemingly staring straight at me, yet out of reach. The end of the day and I would notice her leaving, heading back to campus but once more either out of reach or engrossed in conversation.

But, I had a plan and I was going to stick to the plan. Much as my macho side wanted to just blurt it out and ask if she had sent the card, I was going to play it cool and let her make the initial move. It wasn't as easy as it seemed though. That smile, that sweet innocent smile, was gnawing away at me. Every time I saw her I imagined that innocent kiss. Before long the smiles were accompanied by the smallest of friendly waves, fingers rippling in the air.

I started to doubt myself. Was there a line between playing it cool and playing hard to get? If so, where was that line and when would Mara simply say "stuff you" and move on to somebody else.

"Oh shit," I suddenly thought to myself having watched Mara seemingly pucker up and blow me a little kiss one lunchtime. "I need to do something and do it quick."

It was becoming obvious. For the best part of two weeks I had been watching her, or more to the point it seemed she had been watching me watching her, and what's more it seemed that she had been intent on watching me. I on the other hand had just been ignoring her, well not quite, but for all I had noticed the attention I certainly hadn't taken any action. I so wanted Mara to make the first move. It made life less complicated.

"Shit again," I continued. "That was it. Life was just complicated, in a nice way, but still fucking complicated. I need to know and if she's gonna play these games then I'm gonna have to man up and ask her outright."

I hadn't realised quite how much of a hold this card was having over me. It was never my intention to look for love, after all I had just come back from a weekend away fucking my step-sister and her girlfriend. Did I really need another? Yet, there was something different about Mara if I compared her to Gabi. Gabi was full on, confident, direct, to the point and got what she wanted. Mara though, for all her bubbly Latin disposition, had an air of mystique about her, an air of intrigue and what's more an almost magnetic personality.

I was sure this would all come crashing down on me, but now my mind was set. Coolness was so last week. It was time to be upfront and direct. It was time to ask the question. All I needed to do was get her alone, easier said than done, but that was my next objective.

It took another couple of days, but finally we met by accident in the library and surprise surprise it was practically empty. I really didn't know if I had followed her or if she had followed me, but she was there. I walked out from between the shelves with a book in hand intent on finding somewhere a little more comfortable to read. The library was well equipped with plenty of hot desks along with more casual seats and sofas. It was the latter I headed towards. On one of the sofas. head in a book, sat Mara. She glanced up as I approached and there was that smile once more.

"Hi Jamie," she called out.

"Hi Mara," came my reply. Suddenly I was bottling it. Here she was, all alone, so all I had to do was ask the question and get my answer. Instead though I had gone back to being cool and nonchalant. I simply stood there, my own book in hand.

"Aren't you going to take a seat? Or are you avoiding me?"

"Uh," I uttered, startled by her directness, at the same time taking a seat next to Mara on the sofa.

"You know, Jamie. Every time I've seen you, you just seem to be . . . como dice? . . . distant. Is everything alright?"

"Er," I paused, not really knowing what to say and wondering just how she had backed me up into this corner so easily, so quickly. "Just something on my mind, nothing else, and definitely nothing you've done."

Mara smiled, that same sweet innocent smile, and I smiled back.

"Intriguing, Jamie. You're gonna have to spill the peas."

"Beans," I laughed. "I think you mean spill the beans."

"Peas, beans, carrots, cabbage. Whatever. Come on then tell me what's on your mind. Was it your visit to see your step-sister? Did things not come together as you planned?"

This was the Mara I loved. The way she spoke. There were no heirs and graces. She would slip in odd words of Spanish mid sentence, other times she would just pick totally the wrong word and then there was the innuendo. I laughed to myself at the words she had picked. Me, my sexy step-sister and the words "cum together" all in the same sentence. Yes, I knew she meant "come" and my dirty mind had interpreted it as "cum" but there was still an innocence in what she had said and how she really didn't recognise the realism of her comments.

"Oh no, that was all great. Myself, my step-sister and also her girlfriend, we all really enjoyed cumming together for the weekend."

"So then, what is on your mind? Did something unexpected happen? Is there something you want to tell me about?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering . . ."

"Was it something I did?" she interrupted me "or even something I didn't do?"

"No, of course not, why do you say that?"

"Oh, nothing, I just wondered if the thing on your mind was something like this."

Before I could even react, Mara had reached forward and placed her lips against mine again. She lingered there for a minute before pulling away. There was a nervous pause as we both sat there looking at each other but not daring to say anything. My heart was beating fast and I was convinced that hers was also. Finally, it was Mara who spoke up.

"I'm sorry Jamie," came her apologetic response, Mara starting to get up as she spoke.

I grabbed her hand and encouraged her to sit down again.

"Don't be sorry Mara," I replied. "I just wasn't expecting it. It wasn't what was on my mind, but it certainly is now. What I wanted to know was whether it was you or not?"

"Whether what was me?" came a confused reply.

"Oh sorry. There was a Valentine's card under my door and I was wondering if you had sent it."

"Didn't it say who sent it?"

I laughed. "I guess you know the answer to that. No names but it did say . . . "

"Te Amo," came the end of my sentence in perfect Spanish. "I love you," continued Mara.

She squeezed my hand and placed another small kiss on my lips.

"I love you too Mara," I responded almost taken aback by her directness. There was a longer pause as I racked my brains thinking of the right thing to say. Eventually I uttered the only words which came to mind.. "What are you doing Saturday? Maybe we need a little time alone."

"Sounds fantastic. Saturday it is."

"Cool, I'll grab a bottle and you come round to mine."

"Got a better idea, you grab a bottle and bring it over to mine. I'll knock up a little tapas. Claro?"

She didn't wait for an answer. I watched as Mara stood up and practically bounded her way back through the library, turning once to give a little wave goodbye. She seemed so happy.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Saturday came and with it my hot date with Mara. OK, so not exactly a hot date but at least it was a time to talk and to understand. To be honest I really enjoyed our little get-togethers. She was fantastic company and had the innate ability to make even the most mundane conversation into something fantastic.

It wasn't the norm to go round to her place. Mine was more convenient as I had a room to myself whereas Mara shared a larger apartment with another girl. I could only assume that her roommate was away for the weekend. Whatever, it was a good idea as her place was much bigger than mine. Bottle in hand, I knocked on the door and waited. With the speed that the door opened I could almost imagine Mara sitting just inside waiting for that tell-tale knock. I didn't even have the time to say hello before I felt her lips on me; right cheek, left cheek and then what was becoming a rather common peck on the lips.

"Vamos Jamie, let's get you inside."

Inside was a feast for the senses. Hitting you first was the warmth; compared with the chill of a late winter day, Mara's flat was verging on the tropical. I slipped my coat off, followed by my shoes. The jumper disappeared soon after. My ears picked up the subdued sounds of Latin music, I couldn't quite pinpoint whether it was rumba, salsa or something else. Then I was following my nose, out into the living area, the aroma of warm tapas filling the air.

Mara soon joined me, a couple of glasses and a corkscrew in her hand. I stood, staring at her. It was late winter, but here she was in a short dress which wouldn't have gone amiss on a tropical beach. "No wonder the temperature was so warm," I thought to myself. I had to admit though, she did look stunning.

We ate, we drank and finally we relaxed. There was a jumble of beanbags and cushions in one corner of the room, much more comfortable than the hard chairs at the table. I pulled out a large beanbag and fell back into it. Now this is what you called relaxing. Mara poured what was left of the wine and brought over the two glasses. She passed one across and placed the other on the floor at the side of where I was sitting. I was waiting for her to pull up another beanbag.

"Owww," I shouted, more out of surprise than pain, as a petite foot kicked into the bottom of mine.

There was a second kick, this time to the other foot, before I finally cottoned on to what she was wanting. I opened my legs and Mara sat herself down in between, her head resting back on my stomach. She smiled up at me before retrieving her glass of wine.

"Did you know it was me?" Mara asked, smiling back at me.

"I guess so," came my reply "but I guess I doubted it myself also. It was so unexpected that you wonder if it is a wind up. I thought we were just good friends."

"We were," came a quick reply. "Sorry, I meant to say we are, but I've hoped for a long time that we could be so much more."

I finished my wine, placing the empty glass well out of harm's way, and wrapped my arms around Mara's shoulders. I could feel her chest move as she breathed deeply, sitting there between my outstretched legs. Gently I ran my fingers through her long dark locks, enjoying the feel of her silky hair as it passed between my digits.

"Ever since we met, you've been there for me with your welcoming smile and listening ear. To start with you were just a soul mate, somebody to share a problem with and that's all I wanted after Pablo. But then I realised, there was something different; in the way we talked, in the way we behaved together, in the way we laughed, in what I wanted."

I sat there quietly, simply stroking her long locks, occasionally running my fingers over the smoothness of her forehead and down the side of her face.

"So, I needed a way to show you what I was feeling. Something subtle, indirect, just in case you didn't have the same feelings."

There was a pause before Mara continued.

"Do you Jamie? Do you feel the same?"

"I've always had a soft spot for you Mara," came a considered reply. "For sure I love you, as a friend, no sorry . . . as more than a friend. But do we know enough about each other to call it love? What if I'm not the person you think I am."

"So Jamie, why don't we find out? You and me."

Mara put her own wineglass down and wriggled out from between my legs. She snuggled up at my side, perched precariously on the edge of my beanbag, and gently placed her lips on mine. They were so soft, so smooth against my own and without thinking I found myself drawn deeper into that kiss. She pulled herself in close, an ankle wrapped behind my knee and her arms either side of my neck. Still though our lips were locked together, never parting as she snuggled up close.

There was a new sensation, a firmness up against my lips as the tip of Mara's tongue reached out slightly, seeking a way inside. I glanced down at her face, lying there, so close, so beautiful. She had her eyes closed, and I could only imagine how much she was enjoying this simple kiss. I closed my own, relying on my sense of touch as she continue to probe at my lips. Opening them ever so slightly I felt the tip of her tongue snake inside, brushing up against my teeth as it sought a deeper prize. I relaxed, opening up to the invader and almost gasping as her tongue brushed mine.

There we lay, for what seemed an eternity, locked in that embrace. Eyes closed, I dreamt, pictures filling my mind alternating between Mara and Gabi. It was a confusing melee of sexual imagery, of two beautiful young women after the same single goal, of being pulled between the two wanton lusts. I didn't have to reach down to know that I was already hard, but there was something different. If this was Gabi I would want nothing more than to impale her on my manhood but, here with Mara, my feelings were different. Why, I don't know, but I just didn't want it. She was beautiful, sweet and trusting. She deserved more than a wild night of sex on a first date. I just hoped she felt the same and didn't have her heart set on going all the way. It wasn't that I didn't want it, quite the opposite, but I wanted Mara to know me first, to understand me and then to decide what she wanted.

I needn't have worried though as our deep embrace was broken by the sound of a key in the lock. Mara jumped up just in time as her room mate walked back in.

"Alejandra," she called out "you surprised me. I thought you were staying out tonight."

"Oh Mara, I'm . . . " she was practically in tears as she replied " . . . so sorry. You'd made plans and now I've spoilt them."

"What happened?"

"It was so good until we went back to his place. He was like a different person and in an instant he was all over me, kissing me, hands all over me and trying to take my clothes off."It was obvious that the two needed some time together so I made my excuses. A quick kiss and a promise to catch up later before I made my way back out into the chill of a winter's night. I walked back across campus, the tingle from that embrace still running through my lips as I reflected on the evening. I did so hope there would be a second chance.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

We did meet again, time after time, like two lovesick teenagers. Each time though we went no further than that kiss. For me it was more about understanding each other. I needed Mara to get to know me. She had already been through one relationship and I'd seen the way she was when she first came to university. Now she was a changed person, exuding confidence, exuding beauty and what's more exuding carnal desire. She was there, in touching distance, but I wanted it to be her choice and not mine. The want, the desire, needed to come from the heart.

Then there was my secret. Mom always told me never to judge a book by the cover and I guess the same was true of people. We all had secrets and I was no different. The only problem though was that my secret was not one which could be shared in public, not even with Mara. How could I tell her that I had, on more than one occasion, let my desires take over and fucked my step-sister. It was a secret which needed to stay buried, yet it was a secret I couldn't ignore. If Gabi was to turn up here tomorrow could I resist the temptation?

Mara though was different. This felt like love and to be honest I was confused. Gabi on the other hand was plain and simple temptation, the thrill of doing something you know that you shouldn't combined with the physical enjoyment of an encounter with such a sexual tease. I had a choice to make, heart or soul, and it wasn't going to be an easy one.

It was several weeks later when things took an interesting turn. We'd been out for the evening, a birthday party for one of the lads. It had been a most enjoyable night and with a free bar everyone was just a little merrier than usual. The party had been at a pub, some fifteen minutes off campus. It was a place we had frequented on more than one occasion as the beer was pretty good and what's more it wasn't too expensive. As time went on we drifted away, leaving the hardened drinkers to a long night. I walked Mara back towards campus but about half way there the heavens opened. It had been a rather fine day for March so neither of us had bothered with a brolly or even a raincoat. We should have known better than to trust the English weather but, hey ho, here we were trying as best we could to get back inside as quickly as possible.

My flat was closer than Mara's so it made sense to head in that direction. If nothing else we could wait there for the shower to pass. After all it was most probably just a shower. A little out of breath we dashed inside, heading upstairs and into my small flat. I turned and looked at Mara, then laughed. We were nothing more than drowned rats. I could already feel the wetness seeping through to my skin and from the look of her I suspected Mara was in the same position.

"What are you laughing at?" came a slightly terse question.

"Oh, nothing much. just you," I replied smiling. "You look like you've been swimming but forgotten to get changed first." I laughed again and could tell she was none too enthused with my mocking.

"You don't look much better yourself," came the half expected reply. What came next though was quite unexpected. "But, any gentlemen would be offering to help me out of these wet clothes."

Had she really said that? Did she really want to undress here in my flat? And, to boot, did she really want me to help her strip off? I glanced at the planner on the wall. No, it wasn't my birthday.

"I guess I was mistaken," she exclaimed rather sarcastically "and you're no gentleman."

Now she had done it, hit the nail on the head so to say, and I was going to show her just what a gentleman I was. I smiled back at her back at Mara and walked across the room.

"I guess I'm not," I replied pulling her in close and kissing her hard on the lips. I could feel her shivering slightly in her chilly wet clothes. "So, what do you want me to do about it?"

Mara pulled away, hands on hips, and simply repeated herself.

"As I said, any gentlemen would be offering to help me out of these wet clothes."

So, she was being serious. My gorgeous Latina wanted to take her clothes off alone with me in my bedroom. I wasn't going to wait to be asked three times. I started with her cardigan, one by one squeezing the buttons back through their holes revealing just a little more of her top with each one. Finally I peeled it off, revealing a tight fitting short sleeved top underneath. The way it clung to her skin, stretched tight across her ample bust and pulled down inside her jeans, was mesmerising. I could already imagine her breasts inside straining at their confines in a bid for freedom.

It was the jeans which got my attention next, undoing the button and pulling down the zip. Taking them off was not so easy as the wet denim clung to her skin, but gradually I removed them, inching the fabric down one leg at a time. With the jeans gone I removed her shirt as well, leaving Mara standing there in just her panties and bra. God she was one fit babe. I glanced up and down her body, trying to be as discrete as I could yet I knew she was watching me. Apart from her fit body, the two things which stood out was those melons up top and the merest wisps of bush sneaking out from the front of her panties.

I picked up her wet clothes from the floor and turned to put them on the radiator. If there was one thing about these student flats, it was that the heating was always on. Having placed Mara's stuff over the radiator I removed my own, stripping down to my boxers. It was then that a damp piece of fabric landed on my shoulder, followed quickly by another one hitting me on the back. I spun around to see Mara totally naked.

"I think you forgot that those were also wet," she said, winking at me.

I could do nothing but stare at her, standing there naked in my room. For once in my life I didn't know what to do. Luckily though Mara had already decided.

"So, now I'm out of those wet clothes I guess I just need to warm up. Maybe I'll slip inside your duvet if you don't mind. Now, do you think there'll be room for both of us in there?"

I smiled.

"But you'd better take off those wet boxers," Mara continued.

I watched as she turned and walked over to the bed. The way her hair dangled across her shoulders as her ass wiggled was unbelievable. She pulled back the quilt and seductively slipped inside, pulling it back up over her naked body.

"Oh, and don't be long."

I glanced down at my boxers. She was right, they were quite wet so slowly I removed them. I could feel the burn of Mara's eyes watching me closely as I revealed my manhood. Suddenly I felt like goods on display in a shop window. I glanced up and from the twinkle in her eyes I could imagine that she liked what she saw. From the other side of the bed I slowly climbed in and under the quilt. No sooner had I pulled the soft cover back up over me than I had Mara's arms around my torso, pulling me in close. She was still a little chilly in the flesh.

"Come close Jamie, warm me up."

"Are you sure Mara? Is it really what you want?"

"I've never been surer. I've wanted this for a long time. I guess you could say every cloud has a silver lining as getting wet was the perfect excuse."

I lay there as she pulled herself up on top, her large breasts now squashed into my chest and her mound on top of my manhood. We kissed and cuddled. Unlike that first evening together, this time it did feel right. Our lips parted and once again our tongues connected, snaking around each other sending tiny shockwaves of electricity every time the tips touched. I could feel that same tingle growing in my lips accompanied by a warmth between our bodies. Two lovers joined at the lips, slowly writhing under the covers as our carnal heat grew.

It was Mara who finally pulled away, rolling off the top and laying back at the side once more. She grabbed my hand, holding it tight.

"I love you Jamie," she whispered.

"I love you too Mara," came my quick reply at the same time squeezing her hand hard in mine.

"I'm still need warming up a bit more. Can you do that for me? Can you warm me up?"

"Of course," I said pulling her in close and wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

Mara laughed.

"Oh Jamie, you are so sweet. I meant for you to warm me up inside."

I almost jumped as her free hand brushed against my manhood. Her fingers grasped around my semi-hard shaft and she smiled.

"You'll need to get a bit harder down there though."

Once more, her hand still around my manhood, Mara's lips locked onto mine. I pulled her in close, feeling the tingle again as she sucked at my lips. How I longed for her mouth down on my cock, but how I knew that this wasn't the time or place. I gasped though as her hand started to stroke up and down my now hardening shaft, working the skin back and forth. I could feel the blood filling my length and within minutes I pushed Mara away, onto her back, her hand still latched around my now hard cock.

I lay at the side of her, propped up on one shoulder, and looked her in the eyes. I could see there and then that she really wanted this. There was a glimmer in her eyes which told me there was no turning back. I reached down and fondled one of her large breasts, kneading the flesh before teasing her hard nub. Mara moaned as I squeezed at her nipple. Teasing the other breast with my mouth, I ran my hand down her body until my hand reached her bush. I couldn't help but run my digits up and down within her long hair, slowly meandering deeper between her legs.

"Ah," moaned Mara as my fingers hit the apex of her pussy lips.

I was intent on exploring, delving deep inside, seeking her love canal. She was already damp down there as I eased her outer lips apart. My finger reached gently inside but just as I neared my target a hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

"Not your finger Jamie," Mara whispered "I want you to make love to me . . . with this."

She squeezed at my hard shaft, at the same time spreading her legs wider and encouraging me on top. Slowly I eased myself over her knee, positioning my hips inside hers, the tip of my cock resting gently on her warm pussy. I rocked up and down slightly, letting my head slide up and down her lips and eliciting more gasps from my Latin lover. I needed to be sure that she wanted this and I grabbed her hand.

"Mara, show me you want me inside. Take my cock and place the head at your opening."

There was no hesitation as Mara took my shaft in her hand and, easing her lips apart, placed the head up against the entrance to her love canal. My breathing was deep and fast as I imagined her hot pussy tightly enveloping my manhood.

"Go easy on my Jamie," she whispered. "You're thick and it's a while since I've had a cock inside."

I so wanted to respond in kind saying it was a long time for me too, but I knew that would be a blatant lie. Instead I just eased forward, feeling the tip of my cock wedge up inside her love canal.

"Ughh," she gasped, her breathing heavy.

I waited, letting her emotions subside, before leaning in closer. There was another loud gasp as the thickest part of my cock slipped inside. I waited once more then slowly pushed myself in, feeling her tight pussy walls slide down along my shaft. Finally, my cock fully enveloped, I kissed my young lover.

"Is it okay Mara," I asked.

"Yes . . . yes . . . just go slowly," came her reply.

I did just that, gently pulling out all the way then leaning back in. The feeling as her walls eased up and down around my invading cock was delightful. I had a rhythm and was intent on keeping it, my cock now moving in and out with the regularity of an old steam engine. Out almost to the point of exiting and then back down deep inside. There was a pain in my shoulders as her nails dug deep but I kept going, encouraged by the moans filling my room.

There was a tightness around my cock as Mara's walls clamped down. From the rapid breathing breaking up the moans I knew she was close. I stepped up the pace just a little with amazing effect. Those nails dug right into my shoulders as she pulled me in tight, her legs wrapping around my backside at the same time. With Mara clinging on so tightly I could no longer plunge in and out. Instead I ground my cock into her, short movements deep inside her tight walls.

"Aghhh," she shrieked as her body stiffened.

There and then, I knew she had cum. I stopped, knowing today wasn't about me. This night was about warming Mara up and I hoped that she was now warm. She came down from her climax and unhooked her legs.

"Thank . . . you Jamie, . . . that was . . . fantastic," she whispered, words coming in gasps between her rapid breathing.

I wiggled my hard cock inside and Mara squealed once more before pulling herself off my cock. I lifted myself up on my arms, staring down at her naked body, admiring the gleam on her skin. For sure she was warm, actually hot was a more apt word.

"I'm sorry Jamie," she said as she pulled herself up from beneath me and sat at the end of the bed. "It's been so long that I'm a little sensitive down there. Kneel up though and give me that cock of yours."

I did just that, spreading my knees under her outstretched legs and pulling myself forward until my cock was directly above her dark bush.

"Close your eyes," she whispered and I followed her command.

I could feel wriggling on the bed, the touch of her thighs up against mine and then a hand once more on my shaft. A second hand joined and I jumped as they started to work their magic up and down my shaft. With her slick juices still coating my manhood the sensation of skin on skin was fantastic. I knew I had been close before and I knew I was getting close once more. There was a warmth growing just beneath the head of my cock and I moaned as the first twinge hit, me straining to hold from shooting all over her.

"Mara," I called out "I'm going to cum."

"I know," she whispered back, intensifying her hands on my cock.

Down below I felt like a volcano on the verge of erupting. The pressure in my balls building as the fire in my head intensified. She swapped from long strokes to a circular movement, one hand around my sensitive head and the other near the base of my shaft. It was too much and I felt my cock jump as a stream of sticky cum shot out, followed shortly by a second stream and then a third.

Mara withdrew her hands and slowly I opened my eyes. I couldn't believe what I saw. There was the sweet young Mara, her tanned skin now covered with streams of sticky white cum. She smiled.

"Look what you've done Jamie, I guess I'll need to clean up before I get dressed."

We both laughed, collapsing back into each others arms, sticky cum now smeared across both of our bodies.

It had been a wonderful evening and the start of what was to become a very intense relationship. For one minute at least, Gabi was out of my mind.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

As I had hoped, this was the start of what was becoming a wonderful relationship. On at least a couple more occasions we'd sneaked off for a little private time together. It was all standard stuff so far as I hadn't tested the water as to how adventurous Mara would be. That would come at some point but for now it was all about becoming comfortable with each other.

We were nearing the end of that term when things did take an unplanned turn of events.

The evening in question was nothing out of the ordinary. The usual drinks, maybe just a little more than normal, then back to my place for a little private time. Mara was becoming more confident in herself and our love making more passionate. Still conventional but definitely on the hotter side. we'd barely got into my room, yes albeit small it was our preferred choice as there was no risk of an unexpected interruption, before Mara was practically ripping the shirt off my back.

"Easy tiger," came my startled reply, trying to calm her down in fear of losing buttons or even clothes themselves.

"But I'm excited Jamie," she replied.

"What's so exciting about tonight?" came my question as I felt my last item of clothing being discarded.

I watched as Mara started to undress herself. Watched? Actually stared would have been more appropriate. Under her usual Summery dress she had the most seductive red lingerie set, bright red lace allowing a tempting glimpse of the delights beneath.

"Tonight's the night Jamie," came an enthusiastic reply.

"What? I don't follow you. We've done this several times already. What's so different about tonight?"

Mara removed her lingerie, once again discarding them by throwing in my direction. Before I had time to react she had already jumped into the bed and, propped up against the headboard,had the quilt wrapped around her. There was that mesmerising smile again.

"What's different is that I will still be here when you wake up in the morning. How does that sound?"

I didn't answer, but simply joined my lover in the bed, my lips locking down on hers. We lay there as usual, deep in that embrace, feeling the warmth grow between our bodies. It was when I pulled away and tried to roll Mara over on to her back, up until now I had always been on top, that she resisted.

"Oh no Jamie, not this time."

There was a sudden empty feeling, an instant feeling of rejection at the surprise. Had she decided she no longer wanted the intimacy? I couldn't have been farther from the truth.

"This time I'm gonna show you a little Latin character. Roll over yourself. You provide the pole and let me show you how good a dancer I am."

"Hmmmm, Mara you little tease, are you gonna make me roll over?"

A hand slammed into my chest, a clear statement that she was in control, and I rolled onto my back. If she wanted to take the lead then that was fine by me, I was just going to lay back and enjoy the show. I didn't have long to wait.

It was the quilt which disappeared first, thrown to the foot of the bed in a heap as Mara knelt herself up at the side of me. She threw a leg over mine as she positioned herself astride my thighs, her face smiling down at me. I had to keep myself from calling out as there, like a hidden temple deep in her jungle bush, was the outline of her sweet pussy lips. For all we had made love several times, this was the first time Mara had revealed her sex to me. She noticed my staring and, as if for effect, dipped a couple of fingers down there pulling her lips apart and delving inside. I could see the dampness on her inner lips and then again on her fingers as she withdrew them. She licked her juices off her fingers before returning them down below. This time though it was my turn for a little sweet treat.

The more I watched, the harder my cock became. I felt those large breasts squashed up against my chest, the hard nubs prominent, as Mara leaned forward up against my ear. She practically nibbled on my soft lobe as she whispered.

"You liked that didn't you? My sweet sex on the tip of your tongue."

I nodded.

"I bet you'd like to stick your tongue up there, wouldn't you?"

I nodded again.

"And maybe a few fingers as well?"

"Yes Mara, I'd like it if that is what you are wanting."

She sat back up and laughed, a sly teasing laugh.

"Oh I don't think so, not today anyway. Today you're just going to watch a little Latin dancing"

Mara grabbed my hard cock in her hand and smiled back at me. Pointing it straight up at the ceiling she lifted herself up on her knees and shuffled forward on the bed. My heart was pumping wildly as I watched her lower herself down until the very tip of my cock nestled into her warm wet pussy lips. I couldn't control myself and felt my cock twitch involuntarily at the feeling of anticipation as to what was to come.Mara was being an absolute tease this evening and, just to emphasise the fact, she lowered herself down until just the head had entered her opening then pulled off once more. This she repeated several times until finally I reached out to grab her hips and pull her down. She was too quick for me and blocked my move, instead continuing with just her little tease. The glimmer in her eyes told me she was loving being in control. Finally she sank down, slowly, all the way down my shaft. The room filled with a cautious gasp as she felt her insides stretch wide.

Mara sat there getting used to the feeling before starting to dance on my hard cock. It was not riding, there was little or no upwards movement. Instead it was more of a grind, her pussy moving slowly back and forth over me and my cock being gently stroked inside. Grinding was joined by wiggling as she worked her sensitive pussy and clit hard up against my body. It was a combination of my cock inside and her dry humping her clit against me which caused her breathing to quickly change. The room was full of rapid panting as her fires grew and subsided.

Before long I could feel it myself, the head of my cock scraping gently against her tight pussy walls and that burning need starting to grow. I could feel it in my balls as they tightened up.

"Mara," I called out to her "if you're not careful I'm gonna cum inside you."

It was words falling on deaf ears as she continued with her slow grind. By now we were both breathing heavily. I was doing whatever I could to keep from cumming, hoping she would climax first and pull off just in time. Mara though just keep going. She would stiffen up, her muscles tensing as I assumed she neared the edge, then she would relax again. I felt her reach behind and grab for my balls. Just as she tensed up for another time she squeezed hard on my balls. I moaned, distracted from my concentration, and felt my cock twitch. There was nothing more I could do as thick jets of sticky cum spewed out into her pussy.

I glanced up at my lover. She was simply sitting there smiling, like the cat that had got the cream. Then she was back at it, grinding her clit hard up against my body as she reached her own moaning climax. She pulled herself off, watching as a trail of cum followed my cock out of her pussy. Dipping her fingers into the sticky mess she took a little into her mouth.

"Mmmm, cream pie for desert."

Mara snuggled up against me and whispered in my ear.

"Did I dance well for my lover boy?"

"Too well Mara," I replied, kissing her on the forehead. "But what if you get pregnant. That wouldn't be any good for either of us would it?"

"Don't worry. I've already taken care of that."

With that we both lay there, Mara deep into my arms until we fell asleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Mara had been true to her word and I woke with her lying, still naked, in the bed next to me. I was so happy, not that she was naked in bed with me but just that she was there. Over the weeks I had found love in Mara and it was so much more than I could ever imagine. I hoped that this moment, the two of us waking up together could last forever more.

"Morning Mara," came a sleepy hello. "Did you sleep well?"

"I guess so," came a less than convincing reply.

"What's up?"

By now I had pulled myself up in bed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. I pulled her in tight, as secure as possible.

"Is it about last night?" I asked.

"Not really, well maybe a little." There was a nervous pause before she continued. "Who's Gabi?"

My heart sank. How could she know about Gabi? What's more, how much did she know about me and my step-sister?

"What do you mean . . . who's Gabi?" I replied.

"Oh, you talked a lot in your sleep and the name which kept coming up was Gabi. Do you have somebody else?"

I laughed, attempting to deflect the question.

"Gabi is my step-sister, nothing more. You know there is no one else."

"I trust you Jamie. You wouldn't keep anything from me, would you. It's just that the way you spoke of her seemed like you were much closer than that."

"I'm so sorry Mara. I didn't know I was a talker in my sleep. What can I do to prove to you that Gabi is just my step-sister and you are the one I love?"