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to have sex with
her, or using Brittney for sex since she was the most convenient.
It sounded sick putting it that way because it made his stepsister
sound like some sort of throwaway object, even though he hadn't
felt that way about her at all; it was just the truth of the
matter. If he tried to have sex with a girl his own age, he knew it
could work out well, but there were always so many obstacles, not
to mention he couldn't do it with a girlfriend as much as he could
do it with Britt.
    Therefore it had been settled. It wasn't the
perfect situation, but it was the best situation Scott or Luke
could come up with; Brittney seemed to be collateral damage in the
end, which was always what had made Scott feel guilty. He did feel
as if he was using her, and he knew that wasn't right.
    Now, years later, a flash of guilt had gone
through his mind when he'd been entering her bedroom, but that
guilt had fled once he'd put his hand down the front of her
panties. She was wet. He'd eased his fingers over her smooth mound
of flesh just below her stomach and then he'd quickly come to the
petals of her vaginal lips, and they'd been soaking. He hadn't
known if she was horny or not—plenty of times in the past she'd
told him she hadn't been horny, but when he'd touched her down
there, she'd been dripping with pussy juice—but she felt it. If the
outside of her pussy was drenched, he knew that her walls had to be
aching to be filled, and he was aching to fill them.
    He deftly moved the material of her panties
to the side and slid his fingers up and down her dripping slit. In
the quiet of the room, where it was only their breathing and slight
movements to contend with, the sound of her pussy juice lapping
against the palm of his hand reverberated. That sound was music to
Scott's ears; it always had been.
    He let two of his fingers glide over her
clit, but it was frustrating trying to massage it the way he
wanted, and he found that he had to do a little extra movement to
stretch her so he could continue to explore the area that he hadn't
been able to explore in what felt like much too long.
    Slowly, he brought his face up from her
chest, reluctantly moving away from her tits, and their eyes
locked. Again, slowly he lowered his face to hers and let his lips
fall against her lips, as he wondered if this would be the moment
of rejection. But she didn't reject him. She opened her mouth and
let him put his tongue against hers. This time, he moaned, and with
a jerky, awkward movement of his hand, he slid a finger inside of
her opening, and immediately was gripped by the soft folds of her
pussy, her inner walls so moist and hot enclosing around his digit
with what felt like an appetite. As her walls undulated, he
realized they were pulling him inside, beckoning him, and oh boy,
had he missed that feeling of wanting from a pussy that he knew so
well. Being with Brittney was like coming home in a whole other
way.
    He explored her mouth with his tongue as he
hadn't done in so long, and with his fingers, he played with her
pussy, using his thumb to stroke the tip of her clitoris, which
she'd told him in the past she loved. She'd always had the
strongest, longest orgasms when he stroked the tip of her clit for
a while, and more than once she'd squirted everywhere, and in turn,
he'd shot his load and had nearly covered her. That was exactly
what he had in mind to do to her tonight—or something similar to
that—and he was hoping heartily that it would be as good in his
head, and so far so good.
    Scott pulled his lips away from hers just
long enough to ask, "Will you suck it? Just for a bit…" He didn't
want to add for old times' sake , and he didn't want to sound
desperate for a blowjob either, even though that's pretty much the
way he felt. Even the first time she'd put her mouth on his cock
had been great, and she had never even done it before.
    Instead of speaking, Brittney only nodded,
and trying not to seem too eager—and failing—Scott pulled