Chapter 5: Bad Emily

Emily had never touched a cock before. She worried, once she got her hands wrapped around it, would she know what to do with it? Would it come naturally? Straight girls seemed to figure it out with relative ease. Maybe it was easy. If it did come easily, if she was taken in by the whole process, did that mean she wasn't a lesbian anymore?

But mostly she worried that she wouldn't be able to make Chris happy. She didn't really care about any of the other stuff.

Still, it was hard to focus that day. Everything looked phallic. And every time something looked phallic, she wrapped her hand around it imagining it was Chris's cock. She just really didn't want to fuck it up.

The process of going to her bed and waiting until around 1 or 2 in the morning, had become a reliable ritual. She was nervous and excited. She knew Chris would let her back out of her promise, but she didn't want to. As she waited for the right time, she slipped her hand down into her panties and brushed her fingers against her clit. She wanted to be excited when it happened.

She walked over to his room more quickly than usual, less concerned with being perfectly quiet as usual. Then when she got there she pulled off her clothes and poured herself into bed with her step-brother.

Chris still had his pajama pants on. She understood why. He wanted to give her an out in case she'd changed her mind.

She laid down facing him and her hands quickly found their way to his crotch. She wasn't going to change her mind.

"Ready for this?" She said, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice.

"Only if you are." Chris answered, though his erection suggested he was very ready for it.

Emily sighed. Her step-brother was a sweetie, but maybe sometimes too much of one. "You know, you're allowed to make demands." She whispered intently.

"I don't want to make demands of you." Chris answered. "That sounds bossy."

"Then you're allowed to make requests." Emily clarified.

"Okay. I request you do whatever makes you happy." Chris said, being honest but also playfully knowing it would annoy his step-sister.

Emily glared at him, her look of deep annoyance slowly morphing into a look of gazeful lust. "I want you to tell me to grab you and jerk you off." There it was again, the naughty voice at the back of her head. She'd even given it a name: Bad Emily. She wondered if Chris had a voice in the back of his head and if it had a name.

He didn't. He only thought of himself as Chris: the Chris who loved his step-sister. The Chris who lusted after his step-sister. The Chris who now grabbed her wrist and shoved it down under the elastic band of his pants and onto his raging erection. "Then grab my cock already and jerk me off already!" He whispered loudly.

A wave of unspeakable desire washed over Emily as her fingers wrapped around her step-brother's manhood. It felt amazing. Thick and girthy, throbbing and hard, yet with soft skin. She began to tug at it and it seemed to get even harder. It was a nice size, at least as far as she knew, not that she really kept track of what the preferred size of these things was. But it was substantial in her hand and that felt nice.

It turned out the whole thing was in fact pretty easy. Chris's cock was unexpectedly responsive. Em suddenly understood why it was so common for guys to be going at themselves all day. But after a few good tugs it became clear that Chris's pajama pants were being just too much of an impediment. With her other hand Emily began to tug on them.

And Chris got the hint, grabbing them quickly and pulling them down to his knees so his cock was unfettered by them.

Now Emily could really go to town. She grabbed it with both hands and jerked it furiously. Her clit ached just from the sensation in her hands. She knew she was doing a good job.

And a reality suddenly became apparently. They were lying in bed, Emily naked, Chris bottomless, with Emily jerking her step-brother's cock in the direction of her pussy. Only a few inches made up the difference between what they were doing now and Chris being inside of her.

But that wasn't going to happen. It was simply too forbidden. And also by the time the reality had occurred to Emily, Chris's cock was spilling its jizz all over her hands.

"UNGH!" Chris let out a too-loud grunt, then immediately bit his lip.

Emily winced, then smirked. She took it as a sign she'd done a good job. As long as the noise hadn't been heard by...

A sound... suddenly a sound... coming from downstairs.

The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floors.

Chris and Emily's eyes widened.

This was no big deal. Mom or Dad was awake. But that could be for any reason. Maybe they were going to the bathroom or grabbing a snack. As long as they stayed down there and didn't...

Then the sound of a foot on the stairs. Then another. And another.

Emily slid out of bed like the wind and as quietly as possible shoved her body in Chris's closet. Then just waited to see what happened next.

Another footstep.

Shit! Emily thought. Her clothes were on the floor of Chris's room. And her hands were still covered in cum. Did she leave some on the closet door? The whole room was an elaborate and obvious crime scene.

Another step.

Quickly she wiped her hands off on the sleeve of one of Chris's dress shirts. Then wrapped her hand around her mouth to try to muffle her own heavy breathing. But while it was there she couldn't resist the smell of Chris's cum that still lingered on her flesh. She took in a deep breath. Her other hand quickly found its way between her thighs, not to rub, just to put a little pressure on her clit, just to make it feel good. It was wild that she was doing this in the midst of potentially getting found out. But it wasn't her fault. It's what Bad Emily demanded.

And then... the steps stopped. And reversed.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief. But began to wonder... were they getting careless? Was getting caught inevitable?