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Smelly Melly
Fooling Around With Your Shut-in Step-Sister
You awake to the warmth of gentle kisses on your face. Groaning, blinking away sleep, you come to in the dull gloom of a room lit only by PC monitors. You're startled by a shadow rising over you, but it only presses its lips to yours. As you realize what’s happening, you slowly relax and kiss her back... your silly Melody.
She's being a naughty girl, waking you this way, but you're just as bad for going along with her antics. A part of you knows these moments between you can't last much longer. You resolve to enjoy them to the fullest while you still can.
Everything about Mel feels pleasantly warm - her lips against yours, her hands cupping your cheeks, even her breath mingling with your own. She was kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed, smooching you upside down, as if she were MJ, and you Spiderman. Artificial cheese flavoring melts over your taste buds. She must have been at the Doritos again. Her hands drift to your collar and she starts undoing your tie, unbuttoning your shirt, and rubbing your bare chest.
It must have been long past midnight. You have only vague memories of stumbling into your apartment after work. It was like walking into a black hole. You groped your way through the dark, and dumped your bags on the kitchen counter. Through the sliding door to the balcony, the lights of suburbia twinkled like distant stars. That was when you noticed the hard beam of cold blue coming from Melody's door.
“Guess who's back?” you mumbled, as you shuffled into her room uninvited. You kicked off your shoes and threw yourself over the foot of her unmade bed.
“Hey,” she said, only half paying attention. She sat awkwardly at her PC, hunched over her keyboard, legs crossed on her gamer chair. Her eyes were glued to her three monitors. She must have been gaming all day again. “How was work?”
“Same old, same old. How was your day?"
"Meh."
"Did you leave the apartment?”
“I did.”
“You did? Really?”
“Yeah, to buy some food.”
That was when you noticed the half-eaten packet of Doritos on her cluttered desk. Right next to the open Red Bull cans. When she lost herself in front of those screens she didn't care what she shoved in her face. No matter how many times you yelled at her about it, getting her to clean up her diet was a nightmare. Thank God she'd learned to pull herself away from them long enough to walk to the bathroom again. You’d seen enough bottles of ‘apple juice’ to last a lifetime.
“Chips aren't food,” you scolded.
“I ate pizza.”
“That you had delivered, right? Door Dash doesn't count as leaving the apartment, dumbass.”
“I ordered the pizza, but walked to the store for the chips, okay? Get off my nuts.”
“What did you wear to the store? Don't tell me you went like that.”
Mel was wearing one of your t-shirts again, one of the black ones, with the Doom Slayer on it. As always, it was far too big for her, hanging loose over her body like a poncho. Except around her chest. She never wore bras at home, so your shirts would mold to the contours of her perky breasts. It was growing harder to look her in the eyes by the day. Besides that, she'd only bothered to put on some panties and pair of loose knee-high socks today.
“I threw on a gown,” she answered.
“And?”
“Slippers.”
“Degenerate.”
“Fuck off. I pay my half of the bills. What more do you want from me?”
“Touching grass would be nice.”
“What are you, my dad?”
“No, just a brother that cares about you.”
“Step-brother. Don't get too chummy.”
It should have stung to hear that after all you did to keep her alive and functional. But you saw too much of your younger self in her. You knew what it was to be socially awkward, to close yourself off from the world, to become a shut-in. Besides, you were too exhausted to care at this point. “I'm still the oldest. Mind your manners,” you said, feebly.
“Did you manage to draw anything today?” you asked, already drifting off to sleep.
“I finished a com.”
“Good girl. Which one?”
“The Calli one.”
“With her whole badussy out? I like that one.”
“Gooner. Of course you do. I took your advice, though. I turned her face so she was looking back at it. You were right. It was better.”
“Nice. No need to thank me.”
“I made her spread her cheeks too. So the viewer can… you know, choose? Where to put it, I mean... When they-”
You faded away without hearing the rest. You don't know how long you slept, or remember what you dreamt of either. The next thing you knew, Mel was waking you, pulling you into a reality better than any dream with her lips.
“I found the food you left me in the kitchen,” she says, nuzzling your nose.
“Figured you could use some fiber,” you say, still a little groggy, but pretty refreshed from the nap. “Sorry for getting home so late. I wanted to cook for you myself tonight.”
“You do too much for me already. How am I supposed to repay you?”
“With your body, of course.” You run your fingers through her purple hair, and draw a lock behind her ear. There’s a mischievous twinkle in her lovely violet eyes.
“Pervert. We're siblings.”
“Are we now? You only want a brother when you're horny, don't you?”
“Gross.” Despite her words, Mel is smiling. Was there anything else in this world as heartwarming as that smile?
“Weren't you the one who said that made it hotter?”
“It was a joke! Stop talking, or I'll twist your balls.”
Melody kisses you again - on your lips, down your neck, over your chest - occasionally letting her teeth graze your skin. She circles her tongue around your nipple, locks her lips over it, sucking, while she pinches and tugs on the other.
Her tits dangle above your face, just inches from your mouth, getting closer the further down your body Mel drifts. Her puffy nipples stare down at you, begging to be kissed. You lick your lips.
You run your hands up her sides, tracing your fingers over her delicate ribs as if they were piano keys. Her pale skin is soft as butter. You cup her tits and knead them, pinching her pink buds until they harden. Mel whimpers, her breaths getting shaky, her body trembling.
You rise up to take her nubs in your mouth, suckling on them one after the other. That gets Mel moaning. Firm but soft, her breasts melt in your mouth. You bite on them too, just light enough that the pain feels good. She whispers your name, again and again.
On her hands and knees, Mel crawls over your body until her face is level with your crotch. As they pass over you, you kiss her flat belly, her navel, and her mound. Mel struggles to unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants. Her hands are clumsy with impatience. When she finally gets your pants down to your knees, she buries her face between your legs. You cup her thick ass and pull her down onto your face too.
“You couldn't wait for me to get home, could you?” you say to her. “Couldn’t wait to jump my bones.”
“Don't say that, I'm not that kind of girl.”
Like animals, the two of your revel in each other, inhaling deeply. She smells like she hasn't taken a shower in a day or two. Who knows why that turns you on all the more.
“You like what you see back there?” Mel teases, shaking her ass a little.
She pulls down your underwear, making sure it tugs your erection along with it. When she finally frees you, your cock leaps up and smacks against your stomach. Mel laughs, then takes you in hand and gently slaps your meat against her cheeks.
“You're a menace, you know that?” you say. “I thought you weren’t that type of girl.”
“Whatever could you be talking about?”
You kick your briefs off, along with your pants, and decide to do some teasing of your own. You pull Mel's striped, blue-and-white undies up tight between her cheeks, as if trying to give her wedgie. The fabric rides up hard into her lips. The sudden pleasure makes her yelp. The harder you pull, the more her hips quake. Her desperate moans have your cock throbbing.
“I wonder who taught you to be such a nympho.”
“You did, man-whore.”
She begins lapping at the underside of your length, starting at your sensitive glans and slowly working her way down to your balls. She takes them into her mouth one at a time, careful not to hurt you, then delicately suckles both at once.
Not to be outdone, your press your tongue against her pussy through her panties. She's every bit as wet as you are hard. The fabric is so drenched it's almost gone see-through. You suck her juices out of the cotton like a man dying of thirst. She's delicious, as always.
When you pull the thong of her panties aside, you find that bathing wasn't the only thing Mel's been neglecting. Her purple hair, soft and wavy, was looking a little less tame than usual. You make a mental note to trim it down before she entered jungle territory. You smile, remembering the times you'd done it for her in the past, and how horny it had made the both of you.
She's just as horny now. Her lips have grown full and cushy. Her petals are flushed a vibrant pink. With your thumbs, you spread her wide. Her entrance is twitching, eager to be filled. Her clit has come out of hiding, so sensitive that blowing on it lightly makes it pulse and quiver. You do it again, a little harder. Mel jumps, gasping. Even her cute asshole pulls tight this time.
Once your entirety is coated in her saliva, she swirls her tongue around your head, lapping up your sticky precum. “I missed your fat dick so much, bro,” she says. Then she milks you, stroking your slick shaft while gently squeezing on your balls.
All the teasing leaves you so sensitive, you worry you'll cum at the slightest touch. The anticipation almost makes it too hard to breathe.
When she finally does swallow you, pleasure explodes into your awareness like fire running along your nerves. Mel manages to take in half of you before you fill her. She rests there a moment, feeling you pulse inside her, but continues sucking, so her wet hole stays nice and tight.
She bobs her head on it, soft lips pursed, tongue flexing, keeping it sloppy. With every thrust she gets braver, taking you deeper, her jaw seeming to loosen the longer she blows you.
You dive into your step-sister’s pussy. Flattening your tongue, you lick her from top to bottom, slow and deliberate, the way you know she likes it best. The sexiest moan bursts from Melly's lips. She bucks her hips, but you tighten your grip on her ass to keep her from escaping. You lap the honey off her lips, spread her to taste her folds, and slip your tongue inside her - letting the rising intensity of her voice guide you to where she feels the most pleasure.
Then with one big push, Mel forces herself down to the base of your cock. You feel yourself hit the back of her mouth. She smacks your thigh - you know what that signal means. You grip the back of her head and force her down while thrusting up into her. You pass her threshold, driving deep into the tight walls of her throat.
You hear her gag - once, twice - and worry that Mel might choke. But she doesn't give you the signal to stop. Instead she swallows, again and again, the motion of her throat massaging a surreal pleasure into your cockhead.
In the confusion, your hold on her weakens. She seizes the chance to start bobbing on you again, lips glued your lower half now, while her inner throat takes care of the rest. The slutty sounds she makes as you meet her depths... incredible!
The first finger you sink inside Mel makes her breath hitch. Her whole body tenses up as she takes you to the knuckle. The second finger has her whining. She squirms around in your grasp as if the pleasure is too much to bear.
You pump into her, stir her up, nice and slow. A calm sweeps over her as she gets used the steady stream of pleasure flushing into her body.
The third finger is the easiest. By the time you give it to her, she's dripping with fresh honey. It's also her favorite finger. The delicious stretch on her entrance makes her walls clamp down like a vice.
Now that Mel's ready for the real deal, you pull out the third, and begin fingering her again. You curl them as you pull back, hitting that rough spot in her folds just right on the way out. She begins to rock her hips, forcing her ass back as you push into her depths. You alternate between hitting her g-spot with two fingers, and stretching her pussy out with three. Her ecstatic moans tell you she can’t get enough of either.
Utterly drunk on your cock, Mel near sobs with pleasure, breathing desperately through her nose, but refusing to let your cock go. It’s too much to handle. Your legs begin to quiver. Every fraction of your awareness is pulled toward your crotch. Complex thoughts disappear. Now there is only the wetness, the tightness, the smoldering heat.
Mel's close too. Her hips shake wildly, begging you to pump into her more frantically. As you ravage her g-spot, you attack her clit, twirling your tongue around it, before taking it into your mouth to suck on it.
Thunder crackles up your spine. Grunting like a beast, you cum. One last time Mel sheaths you to the hilt. She cries out through her stuffed mouth, her own orgasm tearing through her while she drinks down your seed. You fill her too quickly. Cum bursts from her lips. Some even flows out of her nose.
But Mel is always to determined not to let any of your essence go to waste. You feel her throat tighten and loosen around you as she swallows every last drop she can. Only when your orgasm subsides does she lift off of you, her lips clenched, sucking you intensely from root to stem, making sure she's milked it all.
She lets you go with a pop, then collapses on top of you - exhausted, cum-brained, trembling as the aftershocks of her own climax ripple through her body. Cream drips from her pussy. You lick it up and drink it down.
Later, when the two of you are cuddling naked under the covers, Mel says, “Somebody was hard as fuck tonight.”
“I wonder whose fault that was?” you answer.
“Probably all the office sluts you work with, right? They turn you on all day, and you come home to take out on me at night.”
“Is that what you think? I promise you, there's nothing they could do to compare to you.”
“W-What? You're lying again.”
“Truth is, I don't even see them. All I can think of is my little girl failure back home. Sometimes I even imagine you in their clothes. I think you'd make for a good office slut yourself.”
“Do… do you mean that?”
“I do.”
“Even though I'm a fuckup?”
“You’re not a fuckup. But even if you were, you'd be the sexiest fuckup mankind has ever seen.”
“I see. Wierdo. Perv.”
“Look who’s talking.”