Naughty Stephanie Chapter 2

Chapter Two: ———————————————————–


Stephanie was in a state of exhaustion and shock after the hard fucking her father had given her. She pulled her clothes together and crept back upstairs, her mind awhirl.

She had been fucked! Fucked hard!

Her mind and body still shook with the remembrance of the powerful orgasms that had washed over her. She had thought fucking would be good, but had never imagined it would be that good.

She lay naked on her bed for some minutes recovering her energy. She was young, and soon she had recovered. Her body still felt hot, still wanted to have sex. She stroked it, marveling at how quickly she became aroused to the point of coming.

She spread her legs wide apart, and stroked her cunny with one hand as she fondled her breasts with the other.

She stopped suddenly. She jumped out of bed, grabbing her short robe off the back of the door as she went out into the hall.

It was later in the afternoon and her brothers or sister might now be home.

She went downstairs, looking for her father, wanting to feel his stiff prong up inside her belly once again. Her cunt was boiling with passion, and her long, hard nipples poked against the thin material of her robe as she moved.

Three of her brothers were sitting on the couch watching television as she came into the living room. She hesitated briefly. The robe she wore was so short, after all, that it barely covered her ass cheeks.

But then a burst of heat and excitement shot into her. She had been fucked, rode hard, by her father, so what was wrong with teasing, taunting her brothers?

She moved into the living room, smiling as they looked up at her.

“Where’s Dad?” she asked.

“He went out,” Rob said.

“Is Paige home?”

“Nope,” That from her brother Dennis, one of the twins.

Rob was two years older than her, the twins just one. He was big and muscular, with brown hair and sun bronzed skin. The twins, Donnie and Dennis, were blondes, and slender. While Rob looked handsome, the twins could best be described as cute. Both were far too serious, of course, and Rob was not serious enough.

“Is watching television all you guys are good for?” she demanded, standing in front of them so they could all see her legs.

“So what’re you doing?” Rob snorted.

“Well I was doing my homework.”

“Big deal,” Rob sniffed.

He picked up the Television guide and looked at it and she grabbed it, trying to jerk it away from him. He looked up in annoyance and jerked it back.

“I want to see what’s on,” she glared.

“Wait until I’m finished.”

“I have to get dressed to go to the mall.”

“Tough luck,” he grunted, looking at the guide again.

Again she bent over, grabbing at it. He jerked it away, shoving her aside. She allowed herself to go off balance and fall forward, half over the side of the couch. The bottom of her little robe flew up briefly, baring her naked ass and crotch to them before she straightened.

None of them showed any reaction as she whirled around and glared at Rob. She was sure they’d seen though, and her pussy throbbed at the knowledge.

She acted like she didn’t have the faintest thought that she’d just shown them her ass and crotch. She still frowned at Rob, ignoring the other two as she tried to grab at the TV guide.

“What’s with you?” he glared, jerking it back.

“I want to see what’s on!” she glared, keeping her expression stern.

She kept trying to grab at it and he kept shoving her hand away. She knew that bending over and fighting him for the TV guide was loosening up the front of her robe, and felt a new thrill as she caught his eyes briefly focusing on her chest.

She knew that the bottom of her robe was riding up too so the twins could see a good part of her buttocks from where they sat.

She tried to appear like she had no idea the show she was putting on, still grabbing at the guide as Rob fended her off.

“You’re such a jerk,” she said, stomping away from him.

“Dumb bitch,” he replied.

She sneaked around behind the couch and reached over his shoulder, grabbing the guide. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward, pulling her over the back of the couch. She squealed as she was pulled down across his body, her hands grabbing at the edge of the seat as she found herself head down between the couch and the coffee table.

She struggled to quickly pull herself away, knowing that most of her lower body was bare.

“Give us a show, Stevie!” Rob crowed as she fell aside and slid onto her ass on the rug. She hurriedly rearranged her robe around her, acting embarrassed.

“You did that on purpose,” she accused.

“Yeah, right. Like I want to see your skinny little ass,” he grinned.

She made several more grabs at the magazine. Rob blocked her hand every time, smiling nonchalantly even as his eyes sought every little glimpse of her softly rounded breasts through the gaping front of her robe.

“Get lost,” he said, “or I’ll give you a spanking like Dad does.”

If he only knew, she thought with excited hilarity.

She grabbed at it again and he jerked her forward so she half fell across his lap. He lifted her robe and gave her several quick slaps on the ass.

She yelped and cursed him as she struggled away. She jerked herself back upright and rubbed her ass, glaring down at him as he smiled back smugly.

“Bastard!” she sniffed.

“Get lost you little punk,” he ordered.

“So who wants to hang around you creeps anyway?” she sneered, stomping away.

The twins, as was their habit, had remained largely silent, observing the struggles between Rob and Stephanie. When she disappeared upstairs they fumed towards each other in silent communication. They waited a few minutes, then Donald and Dennis rose together and went upstairs.

“Aren’t you gonna watch Gilligan’s Island?” Rob called after them.

“Homework,” Dennis said.

They went upstairs to their room and Donald closed the door behind him.

The room was as neat and tidy as though a maid kept it that way.