The Widow's Harem

DAVE

I was in my bedroom, doing one of the things I love to do most— watching p**n. The sweet sensation of the screen filled the room, the curtains drawn tight to shield the golden light of the late afternoon as I thrust my cock with my hand under the duvet.

Suddenly, the door screeched open, and there she was, my step-sister, stepping in a carefree aura in a pink bikini adorned with floral patterns, the colors vivid against her sun-kissed skin. The fabric fitted perfectly, snatching every curve, and the flowers seemed to come alive as if nature itself had stitched them into place.

Her presence immediately shifted the atmosphere, turning my isolated moment into something charged and unexpected.

Of course, living under the same roof naturally creates a bond of familiarity and closeness. I know that I should never consider any inappropriate or sexual feelings toward her. I’ve never truly believed that I harbored such feelings, nor did I think of her in that way. However, I can’t deny that I’ve always had this persistent urge to play with her boobs. It was driven by a genuine desire to enjoy moments of fun together.

“Hey, Dave,” she yelled out, breaking my concentration on my phone. Her voice had a flirty edge that immediately caught my attention. I looked up, having a perfect look at her in her sexy bikini. My eyes instinctively widened as I tried to take in the full picture of her without seeming obvious.

“What do you think of my bikini?” she asked, striking a funny pose.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to word out my response. “Uh… it mightn’t be bad, depending on what you need it for,” I said, adding, “and, well, vice versa.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my cryptic answer. “I’m trying to pick an outfit for Trina’s pool party,” she explained, placing a hand on her hip.

I let my gaze linger a little longer, assessing. “Spin around,” I said finally, gesturing with a circular motion of my finger. “Let me see the back.”

Without hesitation, she turned, giving me a full view of the bikini from behind. I frowned slightly, pretending to be deliberate. “Hm… I don’t think I like it. Wear something else, you’ve got plenty to choose from.”

She sighed but didn’t argue, disappearing back into her room. When she returned, my breath caught in my throat. This time, she was wearing a pink, tiny v-string bikini bottom that disappeared into her butt crack, paired with a halter-neck bikini top that left very little to the imagination. Her skin glowed under the soft light, and the confident way she carried herself made her all the more stunning. I was already picturing how sexy her naked body would be.

“So?” she asked, tilting her head and giving me an expectant look. “You’re awfully quiet, Dave. Don’t you like it?”

I blinked, completely disarmed. My throat felt dry as I tried to find words. “Th—This is… absolutely a killer,” I stammered, my voice barely steady.

She smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Killer, huh? So I take this to be a yes?”

I nodded, though part of me wished I could say no just to make her change again. “Yeah… a definite yes,” I managed to say, still trying to gather my scattered thoughts.

“What are you doing on your phone?” Evelyn asked, stepping closer and casually sitting down at the edge of the bed, her curious eyes fixed on me.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” I replied, deliberately vague as I shifted slightly to obscure the screen. “Mind your business, Evie,” flicking my finger to her forehead.

“Ouch,” she said skeptically, leaning forward just enough to glance in my direction. Her sudden movement caused her to brush against my hand, her full boobs hitting the back of my hand.

Holy shit! Her boobs were way beyond succulent. I wanted to grab it and have a proper hold of it.

“Hey, watch it,” I teased, taking the opportunity to tickle her side.

“Stop it!” she squealed, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as she squirmed away. “You know I don’t like it when you tickle me!”

“Too bad,” I said with a mischievous grin, doubling down on my attack. She twisted and laughed harder, trying to grab my wrist while still inching closer to snatch my phone.

“Let me see what you’re hiding,” she demanded, her hand darting toward the device.

“Not a chance,” I shot back, laughing as I held the phone just out of her reach.

But she was quicker than I expected. In one smooth motion, she managed to catch the phone. I couldn’t even pause the video in time before the screen lit up with what I’d been watching— the girl on the guy with his cock in her butthole.

Her laughter stopped as her eyes widened in disbelief. “This is gross!” she said, her nose scrunching up. “I don’t understand why people find this kind of stuff enjoyable.”

“Really?” I replied, feigning nonchalance as I leaned back on my elbows. “I don’t think it’s bad.” I glanced at the screen again before meeting her gaze. “Actually… I think I like it.”

Her mouth dropped open for a moment before she smirked, tossing the phone back at me. “Well, you’re officially weird,” she said with a playful shake of her head, standing up. “Enjoy your totally not gross video, you weirdo.”

“Don’t judge until you’ve given it a fair shot,” I called after her, laughing.

“Eww,” she said dramatically, twisting her face into an exaggerated, funny grimace. “Why would you enjoy that when there’s plush, soft, and sweet pussy?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her bluntness. “I like them both, actually,” I said with a shrug, keeping my tone light. “But why do you think it’s so awful?”

“That’s obvious,” she said, folding her arms. “It’s too small. I doubt anything could even fit, not even a finger.”

“Wow,” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe you should give it a proper try before condemning it outright.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “I have tried it before, but it didn’t work.”

My curiosity piqued. “Oh? Who did you try it with?” I asked, leaning in slightly.

She paused for a moment, her eyes darting away before she rolled them playfully. Curling her lips into a sly smile, she replied, “That’s a secret.”

“Oh, come on, spill,” I said, grinning as I reached out, teasingly attempting to fondle her boobs.

She swatted my hands away, laughing. “Okay, stop it!” she exclaimed. “Fine, I tried it with Sam,” she admitted, a small smile playing on her lips.

I tilted my head, pretending to consider. “Hmm, well, I think Sam probably wasn’t that good at it,” I teased. “There are ways to make it enjoyable, you know.”

“The thing is,” she said, leaning in, “even his finger couldn’t go in, not to mention his cock.”

I blinked, momentarily at a loss for words, before breaking into a laugh. “Sounds like Sam really needed a better game plan.”

“Or maybe,” she retorted, smirking, “it’s just not for me.”

I smiled slyly, shaking my head. “Wow, I never knew my sister was this bad,” I said, teasing her.

She gasped, playfully swatting my arm. “Stop it!” she said, feigning offense. “I’m only telling you because you’re my brother. Besides, Sam is quite an expert when it comes to sex, based on other girls' judgment. He was good at… well, everything, as they said.”

I raised an eyebrow, leaning back as if sizing her up. “Sam, huh? Sounds like you’re giving him a lot of credit. But honestly…” I smirked, pointing to myself. “I think I’m quite the expert. Like a full-blown Sex-God, if you ask me.”

She burst out laughing, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please. Sex-God? You wish!”

“I’m serious,” I shot back, crossing my arms in mock indignation. “And let me tell you something, there’s no hole that a finger can’t penetrate. That’s just a fact.”

She stared at me for a moment, her mouth falling open in exaggerated disbelief before she snorted with laughter. “You’re so full of yourself,” she said, shaking her head. “Sex-God, my ass.”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve seen me in action,” I quipped, grinning.

“That’s one thing I never want to see,” she replied, laughing as she grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. “I’m serious. Not all are the same,” she said, her gaze unwavering.

“What are you even talking about?” I pretended like I didn't know

“Please, let me take a look at your dick Mr. Sex-God.”

Before I could react, she swiftly pulled the duvet away, her hand brushing lightly against my twelve inches fat cock.

Her eyes widened in admiration. “Wow,” she murmured, almost to herself. “You’re huge. I can’t imagine this fitting into just anyone.”

Yes, she has to be amazed, no girl ever saw my twelve inches fat cock and not be amazed. Most of the ladies I’d fucked passed out in the process and the few strong ones barely lifted their legs. I always made sure I hit their womb to give them their best experience.

Before I knew how heated the conversation was, she had already lowered her pants.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice betraying my shock.

She met my gaze boldly. “Proving a point,” she said, her tone laced with teasing. “Take a look. My butthole is different. You can see how tiny it’s,” she said, dabbing a finger delicately around her butthole as if to prove her point.

The softness of her curves tested my restriction as I fought against the urge to squeeze my step-sister’s ass. I swallowed hard my hands twitching with the thought of her fullness.

“Ever ducked a finger in it before?”

She nodded softly. “Never.”

Unable to resist the urge, I moved my hand toward her, gently caressing her butt crack. My middle finger traced her butthole softly.

“What are you doing? I told you not to touch,” she whispered, though her breath hitched as I continued.

“Trust me,” I murmured, brushing away her concerns. “It’s okay. I’ll be gentle.”

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment, her voice shaky. “Are you sure? I’m really nervous.”

I met her gaze, reassuring her with a quiet, “Mm-hmm.”

Slowly, I pressed my finger inside her hole, the warmth of her body pulling me deeper.

Suddenly, a gasp escaped her lips, followed by a soft, blissful moan. “You’re truly really in,” she whispered, her body trembling lightly as the pleasure took hold.

As I continued to thrust my finger gently inside her, her moans grew louder, each breath becoming more intense. Her body responded to every motion, her hole tightening around my finger in a slow, rhythmic pulse that made the connection even more intimate.

With a soft smile, I brought my finger up to my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around and licking it clean. Watching her closely, I noticed how she bit her lower lip, a silent indication of her increasing pleasure. The taste was divine, a perfect mix of warmth and sweetness that felt entirely hers.

The way she looked at me, her eyes filled with vulnerability and ecstasy, made my heart race even more.

Evelyn was more than breathtaking—she was unforgettable.

My dear sister tastes heavenly.