I didn’t know why I did it. I didn’t why I bought it. The website was so dodgy and I mean, come on, a pheromone cologne to make any woman instantly fall in love with you. It had to be fake. But here I was, opening the parcel that had just been delivered. It had cost thirty pounds and I was expecting something a little bit bigger than the small vial that was about the size of my thumb. I held the vial up to the light and the liquid inside was clear and ever so slightly viscous.
I popped off the top and gave it an experimental spritz in front of my face. I couldn’t smell anything. I gave another spritz but I still couldn’t smell anything. I tried once more, this time on my wrist, but again, nothing. Frustrated, I threw the vial into my bin and turned back to my video game.
About an hour later I began to feel hungry so I paused my game and stood up, massaging life back into my legs.
“Hey, Cleo,” I yelled as I exited my bedroom. “What’s for dinner?” There was no response from my stepsister so I yelled again. “Cleo!”
“What?” she yelled back from the living room so I made my way down the stairs and opened the door into the room. Cleo was sat on the sofa, texting away on her phone.
“What’s up, dork?” she greeted as I sat down next to her. She didn’t even bother looking up from her screen.
“I’m hungry, what’s for dinner?” I asked, trying to ignore feelings of lust I felt towards my attractive stepsister.
I couldn’t be blamed for me feelings towards Cleo. She was hot, and she knew it. She constantly had boys flirting with her. Her hair was naturally brown but she’d dyed it blonde a while back. The roots were starting to grow in and I knew she had an appointment to get it re-dyed. Her face was delicate with defined cheekbones and full lips. Warm hazel-green eyes looked out from beneath arched eyebrows. Even without makeup, she was incredibly pretty. And then there was her body. Slender and athletic with full tits and a round ass. She was the full package. She was way out of my league.
“Mum gave me some money for a takeaway, I was feeling like pizza,” Cleo was saying. She tapped away on her phone for another minute before looking up at me with her usual level of disinterest. But as she looked at me, her expression softened into a warm smile.
“But we don’t have to get pizza. Not if you don’t want it,” she said breathlessly, moving to her knees as she faced me. “We could get kebabs, or burgers. There’s a new Thai place if you want to try that. Or we could get your favourite if you want, Chinese.
“Erm, no pizza’s fine,” I replied, feeling weirded out by Cleo’s behaviour. “I’m gonna go grab myself a drink.”
“Ok, I’ll order us some pizza’s then,” she called after me in that same breathless tone as I got up from the sofa.
I crossed the living and went through the open door into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the sink. I took a sip and only then did it occur to me. The cologne. It was the only explanation for Cleo’s behaviour. I took another sip and turned, almost spitting out my water. Cleo was stood there, looking up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes.
“Jesus, Cleo. Sneak much,” I coughed as I took a step back.
“Sorry,” she said. “I needed a drink too.” She reached out and took the glass from my hands, raising it to her lips with a coy smile. She took a sip and then sloshed some of the water down her chin and over her tits.
“Oops,” she laughed before tipping the entire glass over her chests.
The water that didn’t cascade down her body and onto the kitchen tiles soaked into her white top. It quickly turned transparent and her nipples poked out through the now nearly shear fabric. I couldn’t help but stare. I couldn’t help but get a boner. God, I loved Cleo’s tits. They were the perfect size, not flat, but not too big.
“Ehhhhh,” I said, unable to form any words. Cleo laughed and moved forward until her body pressed against mine. She lifted up on her tiptoes and her lips brushed against my ear.
“Do you like my tits, Josh?” she whispered. “Do they turn you on?” I felt her hand run down chest. “Do they get you nice and hard?” Her hand was now pressing against my cock. She was rubbing it through my trousers, making it grow even bigger and harder.
Suddenly Cleo moved back, tying her hair into a lose ponytail as she dropped down to her knees.
“Let your stepsister take care of that big cock for you,” she purred. She actually purred. Her hands unbuckled my belt and she pulled down my trousers and pants in one quick movement. My cock sprang free, erect in all its glory, shadowing Cleo’s face.
“Wow, bro, your cock is huge,” she said, both hands wrapping around my shaft. “It’s so fucking big! I should have done this ages ago.”
Cleo began stroking me off, her hands pumping my cock as those plump lips hovered only millimetres from my tip.
“Shall I do it? Shall I suck you off?” she asked. “Tell me do it, tell me to suck your big hard cock.”
“Do it,” I managed to say, my voice a croaking whisper. Cleo immediately opened her mouth and swallowed my cock. Every inch of slipped into her mouth and down her throat. She didn’t even gag. It felt good. Especially when she started bobbing her head up and down, giving me a proper gluck, gluck, gluck blowjob. She did it all. She sucked me off, deepthroated me, licked my shaft, and sucked on my balls.
“God, you’re a proper slut,” I said as she deepthroated every inch of my cock, her eyes ever so slightly beginning to roll back in her head. She pulled back and gasped for breath, saliva dripping down her chin.
“I’m your slut now. Forget those other cocks I’ve sucked. They were now way as near as big or as nice.”
I was in heaven. I’d had a blowjob before, but it had been nothing like this. Cleo was a pro. She’d only been there for a few minutes but I was already near to blowing my load.
“Shall I use my tits for a bit?” She said, pulling her tank top off over her head. Her tits bounced and jiggled as she played with them, water still glistening on her skin. She moved forward and my cock slipped between her tits. They were the perfect size for a titjob. Watching the way my cock moved up and down, disappearing her between breasts and then reappearing, was so hot.
My breath caught in my throat as Cleo began teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue. She circled it around my tip, sending sensations throughout my body and making my knees weak. It was enough to bring me to the edge and send me hurtling over it.
“I’m gonna cum,” I managed to say in a hoarse whisper. Cleo’s mouth closed around my cock and her eyes locked with mine, inviting me to finish in her mouth.
The dam broke and my cock exploded. My hot sticky cum shot from me in great spurts of orgasmic relief. It seemed to both last forever and be over in a second. The high I felt as my balls emptied into Cleo’s mouth was better than any other orgasm I’d had before. Better than losing my virginity, better than fucking my ex’s ass for the first time, and better than fucking my crush behind a bush with her family just on the other side. And then it was over and Cleo was moving back.
“Fuck,” I moaned as I saw Cleo swallow and then stick out her tongue, showing not a drop of my cum left.
“So, are you going to fuck me now?”
I followed Cleo back into the living room and stopped as she lay down on the couch. She pulled off her shorts and panties, somehow managing not to let me see even a glimpse of her pussy.
“So, what do you think?” she asked, finally opening her legs wide. Her pink pussy was perfectly smooth and hairless, exactly how I liked it.
“Perfect,” I said, moving forward. I pressed my cock against her lips, feeling her tight wetness as I slipped inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened into a perfect O.
“Fuck,” she moaned as I began thrusting in and out. Her moans grew louder as I moved faster and faster. I reached out and grabbed her tits, squeezing them in both hands. Her hard nipples poked through my fingers so I pinched them.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, “You’re so big.” Her back arched, pressing her tits into my hands and her hips bucked as I continued thrusting.
Her moans became cries of orgasmic pleasure and her breathing grew heavy. I could tell she was near to cumming.
“DON’T FUCKING STOP!” she screamed. Her legs twitched and then wrapped tightly around my waist. She came with one final scream before her whole body crashed back down onto the couch. She looked up at me through heavy eyelids, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, “I’ve never orgasmed that hard or that quickly before. Your cock is amazing.”
I kept slowly thrusting in and out as she recovered, stopping when she told me she wanted to get on top. I sat on the couch and Cleo turned and lowered herself down onto my cock. Her ass looked amazing as it bounced up and down. She twerked on my cock and I couldn’t help but grab and spank her. This only encouraged her to go faster and move her hips in circles, her tight pussy squeezing my cock as she rode it.
We switched position two more times. Doggy and then back to missionary. I loved missionary. I loved watching Cleo’s face as I fucked her. I loved how she moaned my name, begging me not to stop. And I didn’t want to stop, but I could feel the urge to cum building inside me. As I reached the climax, I quickly pulled out and straddled Cleo. I stroked my cock and it exploded. Thick ropes of my white cum splattered Cleo’s face and chest, pooling between her tits and on her stuck-out tongue.
The doorbell rang and I jumped in surprise. I quickly climbed off Cleo and looked around for my clothes. I turned back in time to see Cleo, still naked and covered in my cum, walking out of the living towards the front door. I heard it open and a muffled conversation before it shut again and Cleo walked back in holding two pizza boxes.
“There’s one pervy old delivery driver’s night made,” she said, setting down the pizzas on the coffee table. “Now, were where we?”
