Reflections

When Dorie woke, she was lying alone on her bed.

Her panties and shorts were still around her ankles, and she blushed as she kicked them off before finding a pair of pajama pants to put on.

On second thought, she decided to take a shower. She still felt sticky from when...

Her thoughts trailed off as she remembered what she and Jase had done. Things like that weren't supposed to happen between a brother and a sister. Were they?

She shook her head and peered into the hallway. No one was there, and the lights were all dimmed. Maybe Jase and Stuart, her stepfather, had gone to the mall with mom after all.

Moments later, she was in the steaming shower, the hot water falling in rivulets over her body. But even though she had made the temperature as high as she could take, she shivered for a moment, remembering the feel of Jase's prick sliding against her.

"He's big," she whispered to herself, and then giggled self-consciously as the words echoed in the tiled room.

After a moment, she grabbed the soap and washed herself quickly, blushing all over again when she wiped away the last traces of Jase's come from her skin, and feeling her heart race as she soaped up and then rinsed her pussy, still wet with her excitement from that afternoon.

Finally she emerged into the hallway, towelling her body off without any thought to covering up. After all, no one was in the house besides her.

"Hey," she heard, and let out a small scream at the voice.

"Jeez, kiddo," Stuart said, aggrieved. "Just wanted to say something so I wouldn't startle you." He laughed. "Guess that didn't work out."

"Guess not," she managed to say. She looked away when Stuart obviously looked her over, just the way he had been the past few weeks, ever since he had moved in with them and her mother.

"Come on downstairs," he said suddenly. "We'll order pizza, watch a movie together."

She hesitated. "Yeah, okay." So maybe Stuart was a little creepy. But her mom seemed pretty happy with him, even if he was a little weird with both her and Jase, watching them all the time. He was independently wealthy, so he didn't have to work except when he wanted, as a consultant to computer companies. As they were getting closer and closer to summer, she couldn't help but wonder if it would be strange, having him around the house while her mom was at work.

She resolved to talk to her mom about starting up activities, maybe even going to camp. Even though she was fifteen, there must be some kind of program she could go to, just to get out of the house, and avoid any potential weirdness with her new stepfather.

Stuart gave her a nod and went downstairs, and she darted into her room to get dressed so she could join him in front of the television.

"What's this?" she asked as she came inside.

"Pizza's on the way," he said first. Then he shrugged. "I don't know. Some horror flick. That okay?"

She hugged her arms around herself. "Um. Sure." For some reason she didn't want to tell Stuart that horror movies scared her.

Not too long after, the doorbell rang, and they both ate a slice of pizza while watching the movie. Dorie looked away from the scary or gorey parts, with Stuart telling her when it was okay to check out the action again.

"Okay, now," he said for about the fifth time, and she looked back. But just then the killer popped up from his prone position, and started hacking at one of the girls.

"Fuck, sorry," Stuart swore.

"Oh my god," she gasped at the same time. Without thinking, she turned her head into Stuart's chest and moved towards him.

A few minutes passed. "Sorry," she mumbled as she started to pull away.

"No, no, don't move yet," Stuart said in a soft voice. "I kind of like having you snuggle up to me. You smell so good."

She swallowed and went to move anyway.

"Come on," Stuart said with a laugh, and the next thing she knew, he had tugged her into his lap.

"I don't want to," she said in a small voice as he arranged her to straddle him, facing him.

"Hey, this way you won't have to watch the scary parts, huh?" he asked.

She ducked her head down, but looked up sharply as he pushed up against her pajama-clad groin. "Stop it, Stuart. I don't want you to, and besides, you're supposed to be my stepdad."

He gripped her shoulders, preventing her from moving, but the look on his face was all pleased and smiling. "Come on, I'm supposed to look but not touch? With that hot little body of yours, just begging to be stroked, with those big eyes of yours, just wishing, even if you don't know it, that I could make you feel good?"

"No," she said, flinching when he pulled her closer and she could feel his hard on. Despite her denial, she could feel herself rocking ever so slightly against his hard on.

"What do you like?" he whispered. In the background, she could hear the teen girl screaming for help as the killer came towards her.

"I don't want this," she said again.

Then Stuart pushed up her thin t-shirt, catching her nipple between his lips, starting to suck and lick at it.

"Oh my god," she said in a whisper.

"You like that, huh? Pretty thing, got sweet tits," he mumbled, mouth full of her nipple as he tugged on it lightly with his teeth.

"Stuart, please don't," she hissed, though her words were contradicted by the way she thrust her chest forward, feeding him more of her breast.

"God, can't believe I waited this long," Stuart said, as though to himself, before switching to her other breast and flickign his tongue back and forth over her other nipple roughly.

"It's him," another of the teen characters yelled on screen.

On the couch, Dorie raised a shaky hand and started to massage the breast that Stuart wasn't sucking. "Rub harder," she heard herself say, as though she was watching herself in a movie.

Stuart leaned back, smirking at her as he ground his cock against her, making her bite her lip and rub back against him.

"Love the feel of it, knew you would," he said in a low voice. "You're made for this, Dorie, with that body of yours. Made for fucking, made for pleasure." As he spoke, he tweaked one of her nipples with his fingers, twisting it until she cried out.

"Touch me," she begged, giving up all pretense that she didnt' want this. "Oh! Put your fingers in me, please."

"Say, 'fuck my cunt with your fingers, daddy,'" Stuart told her.

She whimpered as he rolled his hips up. She could feel him, hard and hot underneath through the material of his sweat pants and her pajamas. He was even bigger than Jase, and he was a man already, not a seventeen year old like her brother. He knew what he was doing, and he obviously wanted her.

"F-fuck my cunt," she stammered.

"All of it, you pretty little slut," he crooned to her.

"Fuck my cunt," she said again. "Fuck my cunt with your fingers, daddy."

"That's right," he soothed her. He lifted and moved her, and then her pajama pants were gone, rolled into a ball ont he floor, and she was rubbing against him with her bare pussy against his soft sweatpants and rock-hard cock.

"Oh, oh, please," she panted, and he obliged by sliding a thick finger inside of her.

"Feel that, baby," he said, and she nodded frantically. Then he dipped his head again, once more sucking her breasts, though this time it was so hard that she arched her back, half in pleasure, half in discomfort. But now his finger was inside of her, thrusting and rubbing in a way that showed he knew what he was doing, and she could feel herself dripping on his hand.

"Faster, please," she moaned.

"Should I fuck you?" Stuart mused. "Not yet. NOt tonight. I want to see you dance on my fingers, you pretty slut, and then later, if you're good, you'll get daddy's cock."

She felt herself moving faster and faster, up and down to try to shove Stuarts meaty fingers inside as far as they would go, back and forth to brush against the rest of his hand and send the shivers up her back that she had felt earlier on the bed with Jase.

"You rubbing your clit against me, baby?" he asked her with a wicked grin.

"What?" She licked her lips and didn't even pause, jutting her hips forward.

"You don't even know what you're doing, you just want to feel good, fucking gorgeous little slut, made for it," he told her as he rubbed and stroked, spreading her juices all over her.

She arched her back again, this time so that he'd start sucking on her nipples again. He laughed low when he realized what she wanted.

"Knew you couldn't hold out, the way you're made," he told her before he began sucking frantically on her now over-sensitive nipples.

"God, yes," she called out as she felt herself start to tremble. Then she was coming all over again, powerful shakes of her body with Stuart still stroking her.

"I..." she bit her lip until she drew blood. "Do you want me to..." She looked down, confused.

He gave her a hungry look. "What, you think that's it? It's not like with guys, honey. I can make you come all night long if I want to, over and over, until you're screaming for me to stop, until you're so wrung out that you can't even get out of bed the next morning."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but when he began moving his fingers inside of her again, she definitely could feel herself getting even more aroused, even though she'd already come.

"Let's see how you like this," Stuart murmured as she made a shocked sound and then started to buck against him as her second orgasm worked through her body. "Can't wait to see how you react when I eat you out, when I fuck you, and then when I --" He laughed, as though he was cutting off soemthing he intended to say. "There you go, come on, pretty bitch," he encouraged her as she wailed and jerked, bringing her hands to rub harshly at her breasts herself while he brought her to a third orgasm.

****End part 2****

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