Cream For Stepfamily: Nursing My Stepfather and Stepbrother On Mom's Anniversary Cruise Read online

  The music faded and he released me. I hung on to him, my eyes pleading him for more, but he turned away, walking off toward their table. Mother was almost incoherent by the time we got her down to their cabin. I was sure he couldn’t be doing anything with her that night. Their special anniversary night and he would have to watch her peacefully sleeping. I almost felt sorry for him. I wanted to tell him that he was always welcome to spend some time with me. But I didn’t have to.

  Later that night, as I lay in bed, a soft tap resonated on my cabin door. I knew it was him, he couldn’t resist me. I got out of bed and slipped on a robe, leaving the front open enough to show him the full inner curves of my round breasts. He was stepping into a lioness’ den, and I was going to eat him alive. I opened the door slowly. Roger stood there with a look of concern on his face.

  I felt a chill run up my spine. Was something wrong? I wondered.

  “Fiona.” He said softly, a grim expression on his face. “We need to talk.”

  “Oh, Roger.” I almost shrieked. “What’s wrong... is Mom okay?”

  “Marianne is fine and asleep.” He said solemnly. “It’s you I’m worried about.”

  “Oh, thank god.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “But why the long face?”

  “Can I come in?” He looked at me intensely.

  “Oh, sorry. Yes, of course.” I blushed a bit.

  He stepped into the cozy cabin and locked the door. A sudden thrill of anticipation ran all over me. What I had been waiting for all the while was happening, me and Roger alone together in a locked room.

  “Fiona,” He said, his soft brown eyes on my face. “Are you pregnant?”

  I stood transfixed. I felt like a huge mountain had landed on top of me.

  “What… what do you mean, Roger?” I tried to keep calm.

  “Look, if you’ve been sleeping around, its none of my business.” He looked at me apprehensively. “But I do care for you… and your well being.”

  “Well, yes, I am…” I looked right into his warm eyes. “But how did you know?”

  “For one, you’re lactating…” He looked pensive. “You had smeared your milk all over your gown and my coat.”

  “Oh, my gosh.” I looked down at my boobs, and sure enough, my robe was dampening over the nipples. “I didn’t know it would happen so fast.”

  “Normally it doesn’t, but for some it’s an exception.” Roger said with some concern. “Who’s the father?”

  “I… I don’t know.” I looked away, biting my lip.

  “What?” He was stunned. “How is that... were you forced?”

  “No, no.” I looked at him plaintively. “There were a few of them… no one forced me… I loved it all the way.”

  He sat on the bed with a loud flop, his hands went to his head, pushing into his thick silver streaked hair. He whistled softly, staring at me, nearly speechless.

  “Yes, I know, Roger.” I stared at him defiantly. “I am a slut… I love getting fucked. There you have it, your little step daughter is a horny little nymphomaniac.”

  “Holy mother of…” He gasped. “I can’t believe this…”

  “You had better, old man.” I stepped up to him, pushing my breasts at his face as he sat dumbstruck on the bed. “And I’ve had the hots for you ever since we go on this ship.”

  “Whoa!” He protested. “This is too fast… I told you, I’m not…”

  “Oh, spare me the holier than thou crap, Roger.” I berated him. ‘I know you’ve been lusting for me ever since you married my mother. I can see it in your eyes, I can smell it off you… you reek of desire for me.”

  “You know what, you little minx.” He growled suddenly. “You’re freaking right, and I especially love breasts that are full of milk... like these.”

  He grabbed my aching boobs with both his hands squeezing them over the robe. I gasped at his touch, my body felt like an electric charge just ran through it. He squeezed hard, making the milk ooze out of the erect nipples. I reach up and pushed the robe off my shoulders, letting it fall open to my hips. My full, milk heavy breasts bounced before his widened eyes. I grabbed his head and yanked him over them, feeling his hungry lips slobber all over.

  “Oh, Roger,” I moaned. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

  “Mmmhh.” He moaned with a mouth full of my boob, sucking like a hungry baby.

  I felt my milk oozing out into his mouth, he wasn’t kidding about being addicted to milk bearing boobs. He sucked expertly, hitting all the sensitive zones around my nipples, making my pussy tingle. I dropped the robe off me completely and stood naked before him, grabbing his hand off my aching boob and placing it on my throbbing pussy.

  His long hard fingers went to work immediately. Caressing, stroking, probing at my moist offering. He inserted a finger into me and my knees trembled. I gasped aloud as he moved over to my left breast, taking the entire swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard. His fingers probed in deeper in to my pussy while his thumb swirled over my erect clitoris. I jammed his hand between my legs, my hips churned, undulating to the rhythm of his powerful arms.

  “Oh, Roger… you’re wonderful…” I moaned, caressing his hair and neck. “Oh, keep sucking me… drink my milk… and make me cum… oh, baby… ohh.”

  He looked up at me, his face wet with my lactation. “Mmm, this is grade-A mammalian delight.”

  “More where it comes from, baby.” I sighed, pushing his head back over my aching boobs. “Suck me, suck my milky juggs dry.”

  Roger went at my boobs like a starving animal, as if there was no tomorrow. He wanted to milk out the last drop. My quivering boobs never felt so good before, his sucking soothed the ache that I had for the whole of last week. His hard fingers dug into the soft flesh, squeezing more milk out of the nipple and into his feeding mouth. His tongue and teeth felt so good on the burning, hyper sensitive skin and his fingers drove my pussy over the edge. My body shook violently as my belly clenched and let out the first of my mind blowing orgasms for the night. The ship chopped over the waves, while waves of ecstasy cascaded all over me as I came on Roger’s skillful hand.

  “Hmm, warm milk and hot juice.” He smacked his lips, licking my cum off his fingers. “What more could a man want from his lovely step-daughter.”

  “Oh, Roger…” I moaned, my body still wracking with pleasure. “This is so freaking amazing.”

  “And we’re just getting started, sweetheart.” He groaned, getting off the bed and laying me down on it.

  I watched with shameless lust as my step-father stripped in front of me. For a man in his forties, he was in great shape. I wondered how much better he would have been in his twenties. His shoulders were broad and densely packed, his chest two hairy slabs of muscle and his slim belly was ridged with hard blocks. He must have been some kind of body builder guy. His arms were huge and crawling with veins and his legs looked like living tree trunks. And then of course the main attraction; it bobbed between his thighs, long, hard and enticing. So much bigger and better than the cocks I had before and so special. This was Roger’s cock, the one that I was dying for. I had to have it all to myself. My mother could go to hell and fuck the devil, and if he was as good as Roger, I’d take him from her too.

  “Oh, Roger… that thing is so huge.” I pretended to look frightened. “What’re you going to do with it?”

  “As if you wouldn’t know, you little vixen.” He grinned, twitching his massive erection at me.

  “Oh, Daddy!” I whimpered. “I’ve been such a naughty girl… punish me, Daddy. Punish me.”

  “Oh, Daddy’s going to, Sweetheart.” He said thickly, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me off the bed and down to my knees, bringing his hard cock close to my mouth. “Look what you’ve done to Daddy.”

  “Oh, Daddy.” I moaned, grabbing at the base of his cock as it throbbed before my face. “Is it hurting? It’s so hard… can I kiss it and make it better.”

  “Yeah, baby.” He grunted, pushing his hips clos
er. “Kiss my cock, let me feel the soft warmth of your sweet mouth on my aching rod.”

  “Oh, Roger.” I sighed and stroked on the thickness with both hands.

  I couldn’t believe I was doing this. This was Roger’s cock in my hands, so big and hard, throbbing and ready to burst… and all just for me. I couldn’t feel any more ecstatic that this. I licked my lips, wondering how to take all of that into my mouth. I flicked my tongue at the big slit on the red hot head, tasting his pre-cum. Roger’s body shivered and he leaned back on the bed. I moved forward, taking the whole cock head in my mouth. My tongue swirled over the dense head, feeling the warm smoothness, making him clench his rock hard abs. His cock surged upward against the roof of my mouth, I rose higher, taking more of his shaft down my throat. Roger gasped out loud as my throat slid over his sensitive knob. My lips clamped down and I sucked hard, making him shiver. I went lower still, taking more of him into me. Close to gagging, I waited a bit, as the tears trickled down my face. But I was too horny to stop, I couldn’t care about choking, I wanted all of Roger’s hard cock all the way down my throat. I went on, gradually, shaking my head, taking in more and more until I was past the gag point. My lips stretched and my throat relaxed, his thickness throbbed inside my throat.

  I could feel his bush tickle my nose as I took his cock all the way down my throat. I felt the urge to laugh but my mouth was full. I fondled his huge hairy balls, letting the slut in me emerge for his absolute pleasure. I leisurely began to rise up, slipping his thick cock out of my hungry mouth till only the chunky head remained. I sucked on it enthusiastically, making his hips buck. I continued sucking and stroking his granite like cock for a while, thrilled that this sexy man over twice my age had such amazing stamina. He stayed as hard as ever with no indication of even building up to an orgasm. I wanted his cum so bad, I wanted to taste Roger, to have his essence in me.

  “Oh, baby.” He groaned, “You’re so good. Do you want me to cum?”

  My eyes lit up and I nodded vigorously.

  “Let me fuck your sweet tits, baby,” Roger panted. “I want to fuck your huge milky boobs and cum all over them.”

  I released his cock and arched my back, pushing my boobs up at him. Roger wasted no time, jabbing his erection between my soft globes as I pressed them together. His slick saliva on them made it easier for his thick cock to slide in and out of my cleavage. I giggled as the red hot head popped up before my face, playing peek-a-boo. I flicked out my tongue at it every time.

  “Oh baby, that’s freaking awesome.” Roger groaned, his hands grasping hard at my shoulders.

  I smothered his thickness between my yielding cushions as he increased his humping motion, making his cock slide through my cleavage more and more rapidly. His breathing grew more ragged with each thrust and I knew from experience that he was going to blow his load all over my face and boobs. The anticipation drove me wild and my belly wobbled sending waves down to my dripping pussy. I wished he would get hard again soon after his orgasm and stick his cock in my pussy next.

  “Oh, Fiona… here it comes…” Roger grunted, pushing in hard, his cock head almost inside my mouth.

  Streaking jets of his cum splattered over my face and into my mouth. He had a huge load, blasting out in shuddering spurts. His hot cum cover my face, I tried to get as much in my mouth, savoring the delicious stuff. He kept moaning as he came, telling me what a lovely treat I was and that he had always wanted to do this, and I was underage before but now it was all good.

  “Yeah, Daddy dear.” I breathed huskily, smearing his gleaming cum all over my aching boobs. “I’m eighteen and ready to fuck hard.”

  “Oh, yeah.” He sighed. “You sweet little thing… I’m going to do just that next.”

  “Oh, I can’t wait…” I purred sexily. “I want you inside me so bad… come on, Roger… fuck me, fuck me hard.”

  “Get on the bed and on your hands and knees,” He grinned. “I’m going to fuck you like the vixen you are.”

  “Oh, Daddy.” I said excitedly, getting down on all fours and pushing my ass at him. “Stick it in me from behind, make me beg for more.”

  He grunted and grabbed my hot buns, squeezing and stretching them apart. I shrieked as his tongue dove in between my plush ass cheeks, wiggling into my pussy. He licked my hot love hole from underneath, sending slivers of electric sparks all over me. My body shook and I grabbed onto the sheets. If he went on like this I could cum again in minutes. I looked at his reflection the mirror, thinking that he was eating me out to give his cock time to recover and get hard again. But, boy, was I mistaken. Roger’s wiener was standing up as hard as ever. What was this guy made of? I mean, yeah, maybe I was making him this hot, but then he was over forty and looking at his vigor, you’d thing he was a teen.

  “Oh, Daddy.” I urged him, sticking my butt up higher. “Come on, I’m burning up… poke me already, I want your hot spear deep inside me… now.”

  “You bad little vixen.” He growled. “Papa Wolf is going to show you who’s your daddy.”

  I jerked up and stiffened as his thickness impaled me with a swift stroke. He was in all the way and I felt his balls slap against my clit. The feeling was so divine, I could have died happy right then. He grabbed my ass cheeks, squeezing them hard and them pinching the soft flesh. Goosebumps rose all over me and I felt tingling sensations from my neck to my toes.

  Slowly he began to pull out and push back in, getting my love tunnel all wet and slippery. He slapped my bubble butt a few times, calling me naughty names. I ground my butt back against him, pushing more of his meat into me. He liked that and leaned over me, cupping my dangling boobs in his large hands.

  “Oh, I adore these soft beauties… these huge milk bearing juggs.” Roger whispered into my ear, humping away at me.

  “Oh, yeah.” I moaned. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me all night long.”

  “You’re so tight and hot, sweetheart… like fucking a virgin.” Roger groaned, squeezing my boobs real hard and getting my milk all over his fingers.

  “That’s because of such a big cock you have, you big bad wolf.” I giggled.

  “Oh, yeah.” He laughed back. ‘And if I blow my load inside you, there’s no danger of knocking you up.”

  “That’s cause I’m already knocked up, baby.” I panted as his thrusts began to pick up the pace.

  “Oh, you’re such a bad girl… a real bad one.” He laughed and held on to me tightly.

  I felt him stiffen and thrust in deeper, he was about to have another orgasm, deep inside me this time. My passion rose high at the thought of him spewing inside me, I knew it would feel like heaven. The excitement and anticipation blew me away and I came before him, all over his plunging cock. That triggered him off too. My mind went into overload, colors and music filled it as my body gave into the wracking pleasures of a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t stay up anymore, collapsing hard on the bed, with his weight on top of me. Roger kept cumming, his hot splashes filling me up deep inside. My belly felt so full and fired up, I whimpered into the pillow, tears of joy soaking the softness.

  We lay there like that gasping and panting, letting the last few waves of our passion ebb away, gently caressing and fondling each other. Roger kissed my face lightly, whispering what a great time he had. I smiled and kissed him back, reaching back to fondle his softening cock as it slipped out of me. I just had to have more of this, and we had a couple of days before his son would join the cruise.

  ~5~

  “Hi, I’m Derek.” He said as I stared at him with an idiotic expression on my face. “You must be Fiona.”

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. I didn’t know how long I stood before him, gawking at him in silence. I felt sure I was looking at Roger, as he would look twenty years ago, wearing an army officer’s uniform. My knees were ready to give and I felt real thirsty all of a sudden.

  “Well, aren’t you going to let me in… we’re sharing this cabin, you know.” He said patiently, a bemused smile on his handsome face. “
My dad, Roger, and your mom, are married. That means you’re my step sister.”

  “Uh… yes.” I managed to find my lost tongue. “Yes, I’m so sorry… I wasn’t expecting… I mean, come in.”

  “Much obliged, ma’am.” He grinned and walked past me with his duffle bag.

  “But the manifest says you were boarding tomorrow.” I scratched my head.

  “I know, but the port’s been closed for repairs. So I had a buddy get me out here by motorboat today.” He said, dropping his duffle bag on the floor.

  I stared at him as he settled down to his side of the cabin. This was Roger, my Roger, closer to my age. I felt at a loss forwards once again as I watched him move about, his rippling muscles stretching and straining at the standard issue army fatigues he had on.

  “So, how’s it all going?” He said, sitting on his bed. “With my Dad and all, I haven’t seen him in five years.”

  “Uh… it’s good, great actually.” I said, blushing slightly as he stared at me. “Rog… I mean, your Dad’s a great guy, really caring and kind. Nothing like the fairy tale step fathers.”

  He laughed, an exact echo of Roger, making my heart race. His hair was darker, and his face a little less rugged, but he could pass off as Roger any time. I couldn’t stand any longer, my knees threatening to surrender, I sat down on my bed.

  “And how’s your mother?” He asked with a wink. “I hope I’ve not ended up with a fairy tale step-mother and step sister.”

  “Oh no.” I laughed nervously, he was beginning to make me horny. “Mom’s great, you’re going to love her company.”

  “Cool.” He nodded. ‘And how about yours?”

  “Huh?” I felt a jolt.

  “Your company…” He smiled. “Am I going to love that too?”