Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 3

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“Was it a nice nap?”

Candy wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Did I interrupt your nap,” Marguerite was smiling up at her now, “before you were…completely refreshed?”

She brought the big rubber head to her chin, as though in thought. It made an slight wet slapping sound when it landed.

The older woman looked so serious, asking about a nap she clearly knew was a lie, a huge rubber cock on her chin. Sandy started to giggle. It became a nervous laugh. She dropped to her knees on the mattress and it became a sob.

Marguerite was kneeling beside her in an instant, her arms around Candy’s shoulders. “There, there. It’s okay. We all do it.”

She stroked the smooth blond hair. The younger girl turned into the arms and let herself be held as she cried, and finally laughed again.

Candy could almost admit to having a crush on Aunt Mar. The short feisty brunette had personified confident female sexuality to the growing girl. Today she had gained some unexpected knowledge of the woman. Seducing a boy almost half her age, her best friend’s son who called her Aunt, wearing this same white bikini, only feet away in the spa she could hear pumping now.

Her own heart was pumping in her ears. The shock of discovery, her climax so close, and now Aunt Mar pulling her closer, guiding her back onto the pile of pillows. Soft brown skin slid across hers. Valentine had pulled this bikini off this voluptuous body and used his tongue on it like he had on her this afternoon.

As she became aware of their closeness, in the near dark on the near bed, she finally asked what her Aunt had meant.

“We all do what?”

“Hmmm?”

“You said it was okay, we all do it. Do what?” What had she seen?

“Are you sure you want me to list the things we all have done that you were just doing?” She had pulled back to look at Candy, who nodded, curious now what Mar would say.

“We’ve all been caught masturbating.” The innocent girl blushed.

“We’ve all forgotten to close the door and curtains.” Her mouth made an “o”.

“We’ve all tried to spy on what goes on in the spa.” She cringed.

“We’ve all been rudely interrupted painfully close to an orgasm.”

“We’ve all pretended this dildo, and by the way it feels like you slobbered on your pillow during your nap, was a great big fat cock…and it was being shoved inside us, stretching our tight little pussies to their limit, by Valentine, your brother.”

The expression ‘deer in the headlights’ may be overused, but it fit Candy. She was stunned beyond reacting. Caught, beyond denial or flight.

“You left not only the curtain open on the window by the door, the window was open too, silly girl. ‘Go easy on me, Valentine, you’re so fucking big.’ Stuff like that can get you in trouble. Lucky it was me who heard you.”

The curvy little vixen rolled off of the futon. Candy watched from her spot supported by the real pillows. She didn’t notice Aunt Mar’s scent until she moved away, swinging a mass of thick dark hair near. Now that she caught it, she wanted to more. He eyes took in the quick flair outward of her hips from the narrow waist. The smooth skin on the outside of her ample breast where the small white triangle couldn’t contain it. Her luxurious waves of hair.

There was not a muscle visible on her body, but also no fat or bulge that didn’t look like it belonged in a painting. At 37, she had never been married or had kids. She closed the window, pulled the curtain and locked the door before climbing back onto the futon.

“Where did you find,” Marguerite waggled the dildo again. “Valentine?”

Candy pointed under the pillows.

“That is not where it belongs.” She scrutinized the young blond. “You’re a good girl. How are you at keeping secrets?”

Candy nodded.

“Yes? You’re yes at keeping secrets?”

“Yes. I can keep secrets.” Aunt Mar had her off balance. She felt embarrassed, in unfamiliar deep waters. She tugged the t-shirt down over her thighs, aware of her nakedness underneath. Marguerite noticed.

“Too late for that. You and Val,” she waggled him again, “put on quite a show already.”

Candy’s voice was tiny. “How much did you see?”

“Plenty. But back to the secret, or at least our first secret.” Marguerite studied her more a moment. Her voice sounded husky when she continued. “I think I’d like sharing secrets with you.”

She beckoned Candy to follow her as she moved to the foot of the futon, to what would be an end table when the futon was folded up into a couch. The top of the small table lifted in a way Candy never would have expected, revealing a hidden compartment.

Lined with black material that absorbed what little light they had, a bottle of lubricant and a small purple plastic vibrator took up half the space, leaving room for her ‘pillow.’

The brunette held up the bottle. “How familiar are you with this?”

The bottle said “personal lubricant” so Candy could deduce its use based on its companions in the hidden compartment. Still, the way she considered it gave Marguerite pause.

She put down the bottle and picked up the purple vibrator. “How familiar are you with these?”

She cut off the young girl when she inhaled to answer.

“Candace, how familiar are you with sex?”

Candy’s hands flew up to cover her face, but her answer were still clear. “That’s the problem! Argh!”

Marguerite sat beside her on the edge of the mattress, without making any contact. Her voice was low and calm. “Would you like help with the problem?”

She waited in silence for a long moment before the girl nodded, her hands moving with her face. Once she had agreed to help, she let her fingers fall to her lap. Still nervous, she pulled her long tan legs in, guiding the shirt over her knees and down to her drawn in ankles. Her small firm breasts pushed against the bare thighs now joining them under Valentines old T.

“I need to know a few things, to help you. Candy, are you a virgin?”

“Yes.” The answer of a frustrated teenager.

“And you tried to get that monster in there? Sweetie pie, we need to take smaller steps.”

“But I want Valentine in there!” Candy pounded the mattress with two clenched fists. Her response surprised them both. It felt so freeing to say it out loud, but she instantly wanted to take the words back. Her Aunt had rarely seen the logical, reserved girl so passionate. She also felt a pang of jealousy: Valentine would surely want this gorgeous fawn, even if she was his stepsister.

“Does your brother know?”

“I’m pretty sure he does.”

It didn’t take Marguerite long to learn all that had transpired today, with Val, as well as a brief overview of shower head and toothbrush. Candy did withhold any mention of Valentine being with their Aunt: sharing that knowledge remained a secret between the siblings. Complete video! bit.ly/HotttT

“So, Perv Prof aside, you never kissed a boy before today?”

A shake of the head.

“Or saw a penis? Or came with someone’s mouth on you?”

Shake. Shake.

“And the only things you’ve had in your little virgin pussy are your fingers and the handle of your sonic toothbrush?”

“And my hairbrush.”

“And the hairbrush handle that popped your cherry. Can’t forget that.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

Candy paused. She knew girls kissed. She had seen it in movies, but she’d never really considered doing it herself. She’d never really had that many girls she spent time with, immersed in accelerated home based schooling. She shook her head.

“Would you like to?” The beautiful, exotic Marguerite met Candy’s eyes with lust. She was purposefully using lines the young girl had told her Valentine had used. Her full lips were wide, anticipating, sensual.

“I’d like to kiss you, Candace. And then I’d like to help you get ready for Valentine.”

Candy was stunned. Aunt Mar wanted to kiss her? Aunt Mar who always seemed to have men lined up for her, picking and choosing but never committing or settling down. Aunt Mar, who knew how to swallow Valentine’s huge wonderful cock, how to take him inside her and make him explode.

Marguerite didn’t wait for the teen to make a decision. She saw the thoughts running through that remarkable mind, weighing the data and possibilities, leaned in and kissed her.

The first kiss, Candy’s lips seemed to respond almost automatically, pressing back softly.

The brunette took the innocent blondes chin in her hand and turned it more toward her. “Kiss me, Candy.”

The full lips were parted, relaxed and tender on Candy’s. So soft, but with a hunger behind them. They seized her lower lip and sucked gently on it; the sensation sent a shiver down her spine.

When the lips released hers, Candy leaned in for more. Hers was the tongue that slipped through first, running along Marguerite’s upper lip. The answering tongue did not hesitate.

Smooth dark arms wrapped around Candy. Full lips opened while her tongue found the young girl’s, slipping over it, teasing her mouth open. They both groaned as tongues entwined feverishly. Candy reveled in the passion of it.

Valentine had tried to hold back, to introduce her slowly, to carefully teach her. Marguerite was not so patient. She had plans for her best friend’s beautiful daughter, who she had watched grow up into such a gorgeous young woman.

“Lean back on the pillows,” she whispered. “Stretch out.”

She guided them both back onto the stacked pillows. She kept herself raided on on elbow, looking at Candy recline beside her. She watched the girl’s long smooth legs come out of the stretched shirt and extend.

She felt the long arms wrap around her shoulders as she bent down to kiss the innocent beauty again. To let their tongues explore each other, sharing taste and breath and desire.

Candy groaned again when she felt a hand rest on her inner thigh, then start to slide up to where the shirt hem barely covered her. Marguerite took the groan as an invitation to continue.

She kissed her harder for an instant before kneeling over the blond, sliding a leg between the longer paler pair until her knee pushed hard between the slim thighs. The loose T shirt gathered across those thighs and the intruding knee, hiding the the exact places dark skin met lighter.

Candy’s thighs eased open at the intrusion, distracted by her Aunt Mar’s sudden withdrawal from their kiss. It had felt so good, and not simply because it would get her closer to Valentine. Her full lips had been puffier, softer feeling than Val’s; her tongue much smaller, quicker, and assertive. Then it was gone.

She looked up at the gorgeous woman hovering above her in the dim light. Succulent lips parted, lips she had just tasted. Thick waves of dark brown hair cascaded over the brown shoulders and down to almost cover the white triangles covering her full breasts.

Her nipples were hidden. Her bikini bottoms were not. One of Candy’s thighs was caught between Marguerite’s kneeling ones. Even in this light, she could see the indent in the white fabric stretched to cover the gap between the smooth dark thigh. The gap at the top of the thighs spread open over her own.

The brunette reached down behind her, on the side of Candy’s free leg. The young girl felt fingers on the outside of her thigh, a feather’s touch that traveled slowly up toward her hip before drifting away. The thigh shifted in the direction the touch had disappeared, like the head of a dog following a departing petting.

Marguerite reached back again and she felt the fingers on the inside of her thigh this time. The feathers were replaced with a firmer touch, sliding deep inside her thigh just above the knee. Candy allowed her knee to bend out and up as the fingers encouraged.

Bending her knee that small amount pulled her bare foot closer on the mattress and eased the pressure of the knee wedged between her thighs. Or it should have eased it.

Instead, as though it was part of her body’s twist to reach behind her, Aunt Mar adjusted her knee, changing the contact from pushing the young thighs apart to pressing directly on her very sensitive, swollen and still wet labia.

Candy gasped. She watched the hand reach back a third time. Fingers stroked, not hard or light, up the thigh, adding a smooth soft palm they reached the top. She could not see, but felt the touch travel over her hip bone. The fingers slid under the cotton shirt before she felt it moving up her belly, exposing her.

Marguerite’s eyes were down, watching what she exposed. She saw what Candy could not: curve of her brown thigh disappearing against the sparsely-downed cleft between matched puffy curves, all varying greys in the shadowy light. The rising shirt uncovered a sweet soft belly, quivering with each rapid breath.

She watched her hand leave the shirt bunched over Candy’s ribcage and then trace the line down over the perfect little naval and below, coming to rest with her thumb not far above the small cleft, stroking slowly through the thin hair.

“Before we go any further, Candace, ” she began, causing the young girl to think that a hand and knee had already gone further. “I need to make sure.”

The dark eyes looked down directly at Candy’s. Being called by her given name brought up feelings of being young, wrong and in trouble. Out of control.

“Do you really want to feel Valentine,” the stroking thumb eased downward, “your stepbrother, fill you up with his big fat dick?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like me to show you some small steps, to get you closer?”

“I think so.” The poor girl looked so unsure.

“Look. Here’s your toothbrush.” She held held her thumb and first finger like an OK sign. Then she formed both thumbs and fingers into the biggest circle she could make. She nodded toward the secret cabinet.

“Here’s Valentine.”

Candy giggled.

“Do you see the room for some intermediate steps?”

A nod.

“Listen, Sweetie. I want to do this very much. I think you’ll thank me, and this is kind of a fantasy for me. If you feel like you want to stop, or take a break, or anything, you’re in charge.”

Marguerite lowered herself toward Candy as she spoke. As their bellies met and she felt the bikini-covered breasts squeezed between them, Aunt Mar’s wonderful lips drawing near hers, Candy did not feel in charge. Or like wanting to stop.

Candy did not stretch up to kiss those full soft lips. She resisted the urge. So Marguerite lowered herself fully onto the younger girl to reach hers.

Once the kiss began, Candy ceased resisting. She felt feverish, hungry. Her tongue forced its way upward into Marguerite’s mouth, aggressive and eager, mimicking what she had felt from the more experienced woman during their first kiss.

Aunt Mar was too small to make her feel smothered at all but Candy still loved how the weight pressed their bodies close. Not muscular like Val, her open legs, arms, hands and belly felt soft, a curvy velvet Venus.

The dark Venus had encouraged a knee to bend more, sliding both her legs between Candy’s as she eased down fully on top of the girl, whose arms rose to welcome her.

Aunt Mar pushed her hips into Candy, up between her open thighs. Candy felt the hips adjust against her, sliding closer against her before pushing again.

She had never had a man between her legs, pushing into her, but she thought how Aunt Mar moved against her and under her hands must be close.

Marguerite had had men between her legs, and had pushed between the open thighs of other women, and she knew how close her hips pantomimed the actions of thrusting a cock into this innocent eager beaver.

The brunette levered herself up on her hands, over the young girl. She pushed her thick hair all to one side of her head. Her breasts filled the white triangles to overfilling, deeper shadows defining hardened points in the center of each. Her hips ground against bareness, the added pressure of this position increasing the contact directly on her lips and clit.

Candy tensed. Not in fear or doubt or confusion. Those had been distracting her since the door burst open. Now they were gone and the tight wound spring was back.

She had been so close to release when the pump started. Even if she had been so far from her goal to open herself to Valentine. Marguerite seducing her had postponed the release while continuing to wind the spring.

She watched as Marguerite sat up between her legs. Again, she marveled at the dark sensuous beauty above her. Two hands came to rest on her belly just below where the T still bunched, before separating and gliding down over each of her hips and legs to the knee.

Each hand lifted and Candy allowed her legs to be bent, opened further, and raised in Aunt Mar’s small hands. Hands that continued over the smooth tan young skin, leaving the inside of bent knees to follow the curve of long calves to slim ankles.

She held the ankles wide and at her own breasts’ height as she pushed her hips again into the now very exposed young girl. Candy felt the point of contact change as her legs were drawn up. The pressure moved down and away from her clitoris and directly onto the lower part of her very swollen lips. The part she spread open with her fingers before easing the blunt flat end of the toothbrush inside.

“Alright, Candace. There are three legs to the stool of our lesson. Without any one of the three, the stool cannot stand.”

Candace the student grinned. This was her environment. An instructional lecture beginning with a classic metaphor. Though she had never learned while her ankles were held like this.

“One, foreplay. Lots and lots of foreplay. Whatever that ends up being for you.”

“Two, lubrication. Lots and lots of lube. Until you find out what works for you.”

“Three. Graduated practice.”

Candy considered. “Graduated practice. As in intermediate steps between Mr. toothbrush and Mr. Beefy?”

It was Mar’s turn to nod. “Exactly, bright girl. What teacher wouldn’t want a student like you?”

“Thank you, Sir. I mean, Ma’am.”

She circled her hips as she pressed the white fabric of her suit bottom directly on the young girl’s swollen wet spot. “Foreplay can include kissing, touching, or licking a big dildo while you pretend it’s Valentine.”

Embarrassed, Candy turned her head to the side before giggling.

“Don’t be shy. It was sexy. That was the first thing I saw through the window. You with big rubber Val hanging in your face, whispering to him between licks. I couldn’t hear you, but it looked fucking hot. You know, you looked a lot like your mom lying there.”

“Really? Mom’s so beautiful.”

“So are you. So are you.” She did look beautiful, blond hair spread like a peacock’s tail around her head, sweet lips open slightly, blue eyes bright. She looked content to be exposed, her legs held wide.

“Stay here and close your eyes.” Candy, eyes clamped shut, bent her knees but held them up and apart as she felt Marguerite’s weight move off the futon. She heard a rustling after a drawer opened. There was a light impact near the foot of the bed as though a object had been set there, followed by the woman rejoining her. Then a sharp metallic click.

“Okay, look what Aunt Marguerite has for us.” Candy opened her eyes to see her cradling a small wooden case with four compartments, the smallest of which was empty. The other three, each wide and longer than the next, contained penis-shaped and colored dildos much like her ‘pillow’ in appearance except for an identical steel disc suspended on a metal rod protruding from each base.

The largest one looked to be the double of her pillow, with that single metal addition.

“Where’s the little one?” Candy looked up at Mar who brightened at the question.

“The perfect question. I expect nothing less.” Ceremoniously, she removed the divided tray from in front of her. Candy’s jaw dropped.

Aunt Marguerite was wearing an arrangement of straps, all white, that held a small flesh-colored penis standing out from her crotch. The flesh a little too light a shade to match her dark skin. She smiled. “Small, medium, jumbo and beginner. Based on what you told me about Mr.Toothbrush, I don’t think we’ll linger too long on the beginner.”

The brunette retrieved the small bottle of lube from near where she had set the compartmented tray on the futon. Applying some gel to her fingers, she spread it over her small rubber cock before reaching between Candy’s open legs.

The young girl gasped as fingers slid inside her. “You’re a wet girl, aren’t you? That’s good.”

Setting the bottle aside, Marguerite retrieved the pale slim ankles as she moved close. Instead of pushing her hips against Candy’s wetness, she kneeled above the girl while pushing her ankles up and back, holding them parted only enough to see her lovely, innocent face, lips parted.

As Aunt Mar pushed her legs back it lifted Candy’s hips. Her wet swollen lips raised up, contacting the rubber expression. Marguerite continued to push, dragging the flexible rod down and into the slick slit. She paused with the tip over the tight entryway, holding the silk curtains open.

She looked hungry gazing down at Candy. Her breasts heaved in the small white triangles confining them.

“Are you ready?”

Candy nodded up at her. Then she licked her young soft lips. “Fuck me.”

Brown curvy hips pushed the small rubber cock forward. Candy sighed at it entered, opening her walls. There was no pain, only a discomfort akin to a masseuse going too deep too fast. The more mature woman was lost watching her faux dick disappear into the virgin opening.

She had fucked other girls, other women, but had never fucked a virgin pussy, gone where no man had gone before. Though she had fantasized about it often and even role played the act with Melanie, Valentine’s mother, on this futon with this strap on.

She found something special in the forward and back thrusts of the hips, pushing into another vagina, taking it like a man. After the single thrust forward into Candy, she stopped. She drank in the girl below her, penetrated by another for the first time. Marguerite had envisioned more strain and unsureness in her fantasies, but her young ‘niece’ looking up at her, eager delight in her eyes and joy on her lips, surpassed all expectations.

“More please.” Newly taken and already making demands, her begging bowl held out for more cock. Hips pulled back, slid forward again.

“I like this, Aunt Marguerite.”

She groaned as her ankles were pulled wider and the little rubber cock slid in and out, opening her inside, then letting her close back up, faster than she had moved the brush handles.

The motion stopped with the Aunt Mar pushed firmly against her. Candy could see a slight sheen of sweat between the large brown breasts above her. She wanted to touch them, to see how they felt in her hands. She wanted to run her fingers over those nipples, so different from her’s, after pulling back the white stretchy fabric.

“Do you want more, little girl?”

“Yes please.” Candy was half thinking about the beautiful full breasts until she felt the cock pulled all the way out. Her legs were lowered gently to the mattress. She heard another solid click as Marguerite’s hands worked at her waist, out of Candy’s sight.

One hand brought up her recent, tiny lover. “Congratulations, sweetheart. You’ve graduated from Beginner here, to Dick Number One, the Small. Once again, use lube.”

She made a show of squeezing and applying, first to the cock, then to Candy. The girl moaned as slippery fingers added to the moisture already on and in her. The fingers seemed to feel free to wander more this time, squeezing her swollen flesh above her slit before two slipped directly inside.

Candy’s back arched, lifting her midsection with the fingers in her, her body supported by her feet and shoulders pressing down into the futon as her crotch shoved upward. As the fingers withdrew, a thumb circled her hooded button, keeping the arch straining.

“Good girl! That’s what I like to see. Now bring that eager little pussy down to me.”

As she spoke the brunette withdrew her touch, easing her fingers down a long shaking leg as it slowly lowered the slim young body back down. She guided both legs to a bent position, knees raised as she positioned herself between them.

Candy felt slippery gentle pressure opening her again. Aunt Mar leaned close over her, placing a hand on the mattress to either side of Candy’s face, maintaining the even pressure below. She pushed with her hips.

Candy gasped in surprise. It didn’t hurt, but she felt stretched. Then the sensation disappeared as Mar pulled back. Only for an instant. The next thrust was deeper. As deep as Beginner had been at least, or Mr. Toothbrush, and still stretching her wider.

For the first time since the lesson began, Candy’s brows started together at the new sensation. Marguerite watched them relax as she pulled back once more, before again sliding up into the young girl.

Small opened her as far as it could and Candy cried out. Her brows creased and knees started to pull up, her feet off the futon as Marguerite held it there. She watched her student’s breath slow from a panic, rapid and shallow, to more controlled concentration and her face relax.

“That’s really the Small? I feel so full.”

The brunette bent her elbows enough to lightly kiss the younger girl’s lips, before pushing herself upright to again kneel close between her legs. She reached down out of sight and Candy heard another click.

“Sorry, sweetie. Just making sure it’s locked on. Wouldn’t want to go off half cocked or anything.” Small brown hands explored up the underside of two tan thighs until they found two knees. They each lifted a knee wide as Marguerite pushed in again.

“Mmmm. Fuck me.”

“That a girl. You like this, don’t you?”

“Uh huh. It feels good inside. And you look so beautiful up there.”

Marguerite smiled at the compliment from the gorgeous young girl. “Thank you. So do you. Especially when your lips make that little ‘O’ every time I push in deep.”

On cue, Candy’s lips rounded open at the thrust.

“Are you ready for more?”

Candy wanted Valentine more than anything. If the path to getting her wish felt this good, all the better. She nodded.

“We’re not going to move up to Medium yet.” Marguerite lowered her legs and moved to one side on the futon. “First we’re going to show you another way in. Some girls say cocks feel bigger this way, some say it feels better. I’m not sure what the distinction is.”

She selected a plump square pillow from the many choices. “Roll over on your belly, sweetie. Now slip this under. Good girl. Damn. Your bottom looks so sexy this way.”

Once the young girl was positioned face down, Marguerite removed Small and snapped Medium into place, applying more lube. She’d already prepped Candy to the idea that it might feel bigger this way, and that the click she’d heard was of no concern. She pointed the larger blunter head below the lovely junction of Candy’s smooth round cheeks and soft thighs.

“Ready?”

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“Not Candy. Not with this. She’s too innocent. She’s your sister!”

Valentine’s mother strokes the outline of his cock through his robe. The lean muscles of her shoulders and arms are distinct in her blue halter, the one perfect round breast and its tantalizing stiff nipple exposed, the second nipple hinting through the shimmering dress.

They are no longer dancing. They are in his mom’s bedroom now, standing next to her bed.

Melanie’s light blue eyes are glowing as she looks into his. “Unless…there was a way.”

One hand slips inside his robe. He feels her fingers try to wrap around his girth, sees the look in her eyes change as she realizes how much her son has grown. The skin around his shaft begins to slide with her hand’s slow pumps.

“There is no way this thing is fitting in that innocent girl.”

“Mom! We just kissed!” He withholds which lips of Candy’s the last kiss had involved.

“But if there were. If there were a way, would you want to?” She fishes her son’s huge cock out of his robe. They both look down at her hand, so small against the now fully erect cannon barrel she strokes.

He knows what she asks, but it is important that she say it. “Do what?”

She puts both hands on him, jacking the skin up and down over the rigid cylinder inside, before she looks at him. “Fuck Candace. Fuck that foxy young blond with this pussy splitter.”

Her hands are slick on him now, his cock dwarfing her fingers. They spread precum, more than he has ever produced, over the head, swollen beyond even its usual large plum.

“You’d like to pound this kidney wiper into that naive little hotty, wouldn’t you?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. He vaguely wonders why his mom uses the same nasty epithets for his horsecock as his lacrosse teammates, but she distracts him. Melanie snatches reading glasses from the nightstand, whips her straight blond hair through a hair elastic. The glasses are a mate to a pair Candy wears. She looks up at him over Candy’s frames, her hair in Candy’s ponytail, leaning close.

Her body is lean and defined and smooth, and somehow wearing his stepsister’s yellow sundress now. The top is pushed down, revealing both small firm tits and the perfect erect nubbin on each.

“Let me be Candace for you.” Her voice is low. Valentine doesn’t move or speak.

Candy/Mom takes his shaft again in her hands, milking the bottom with her thumbs. She catches a palm full of nearly clear fluid and slicks it over him. He has never in his life produces anything close to that much precum.

His mother looks him in the eyes, her eyes so much like Candy’s blue eyes. She lifts the skirt of Candy’s dress and reveals Candy’s perfect little slit. “You’re my Valentine tonight. Fuck your little sister.”

She turns with her back to him and bends over the high bed. Lifting the back of her skirt, she reveals Candy’s bare ass, the wonderful little pussy he made cum and cum today framed and shining wetly between her spread thighs.

He steps near, grabbing his mother’s toned hip in one large hand, guiding his fat slippery head to his sister’s opening.

He came hard. Muscles in his strong neck clenched as he bucked up into his hand, spraying a series of warm streaks up his tensed abs. He struggled to regain his breath, panting alone in the dark as he stared up at the shadows of the ceiling. His heart beat loud, a muffled rapid drum in his ear.

He hoped what had just happened was a dream. After his mom had warned him away from getting too intimate with his stepsister she had turned in for the night, apologizing for being a ‘bad, drunk mother’. Valentine had returned to his own bed, exhausted, but rest eluded him.

He awoke several times from half sleep, sweaty and agitated. Then this. As his breath finally slowed, his heart leaving his ears, he wondered if he had ever cum so hard. It felt like every muscle in his body fired at once. It had to be because of Candy, not his mom, nor the way her firm muscled ass had pressed back on him while they danced, his fingers pinching that hard raised button nipple as he held her to him.

He thought of his stepsister in this bed, this afternoon. How she had cum. It had felt so powerful, so fulfilling, showing her what her own body could do. He wondered if she could sleep. From first kiss to first cunnilingal orgasm on the same day. The poor girl was probably either wide awake or sleeping like the dead.

Valentine threw the blanket off his legs and headed to the shower. He couldn’t sleep anyhow and shouldn’t let this mess dry on his stomach.

——-

Candy was exhausted, sore and more excited than she could remember feeling. Padding barefoot across the damp grass of the private garden outside her bedroom, the ache in her thighs and deeper ache in her gut were welcome reminders of what she had gained.

Valentine can fuck me now! He can plunge into my virgin (barely virgin, she giggled to herself) pussy, flood me with his seed. His seed? Birth control. She needed to see about birth control. She didn’t think a condom would stretch over that beast, but Candy did know there was a “morning after” pill she could take just in case her handsome sexy hung stepbrother happened to slip in there sometime soon.

She smiled at the thought of him happening to slip in there as she slipped in her own door. After Aunt Mar had accustomed her to Jumbo, Candy was well aware there was nothing so simple as ‘happening to slip in’ involved.

Marguerite had warned her, and her own body was already sending confirming signals, that she would be quite sore in the morning at least after all the ‘exercise’ her small opening had received.

Pulling off Valentine’s oversize T, the beautiful young girl stepped into the shower, unaware her love, her stepbrother Val, was rinsing his cum from his washboard stomach at that very momentum in his own shower, unable to sleep. Candy’s abused labia complained as she rinsed them, her awareness on both their tender state and the dimmer tension residing inside her, reminding her of greater torment and discomfort she hoped would soon come. bit.ly/HotttT Never seen before!

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By the time he finished letting the hot water pound over him, Valentine had convinced himself that the intense full body orgasm he had had in his own bed was purely because of dreaming of his sister Candy. It was a dream, so things got messed up with his images of his mom, who did look a lot like Candy, and had danced…closer than usual with him tonight.

He chased away a fleeting image of his hand pinching a hard bare nipple as Melanie leaned back against her son’s thick cock, rocking to the music. Candy’s soaked panties shoved to the side, his sister riding wave after wave of her orgasm as he sucked her virgin slit pushed the more toned blond, the more forbidden thought, almost entirely from his mind.

He pulled his robe over his tall, muscled athlete’s body again. Instead of the kitchen or his room, he silently traversed the dark hallways to the West wing and Candy’s bedroom.

——–

Almost giddy with happiness and anticipation, Candy stared up into the dark, naked under her covers. As tired as her body was, she was nowhere near sleep.

With Aunt Mar’s help, and some trickery, they had been able open up her young body enough to get the rubber Valentine inside. On her belly with her smooth round ass in the air, Marguerite had switched to the Medium without telling her. The innocent girl thought Small was stretching her so wide in the new position, and despaired of being able to take anything much bigger, before Aunt Mar revealed the deception and that Candy was already one step from rubber Valentine.

When Mar finally switched to the Jumbo, her already aching body had protested and Candy had cried out, before something inside adjusted, accommodating the huge invader. With the beautiful curvy woman’s encouragement and patience, Candy had finally been able to push herself back on the enormous dildo, taking more in to her overstretched opening, before she exploded in an orgasm fueled by relief in accomplishing the next step in her sexy, naughty, forbidden goal.

She heard her door ease open and the whisper.

“Einstein?”

Her heart stuttered at his voice.

“Val?”

She heard the rustling as he moved to her bed, could see a dim man’s outline drop his shadowy robe. Was he naked? She couldn’t be sure. She was sure Mom would throw a major fit if he was caught in here, at this hour, and naked.

The shadow moved and she felt the blankets move at her feet. Then there was skin against her legs, the touch traveling upward, her legs being encouraged apart.

“Mmmmm.” The vibration of the sound, coming from deep in his throat, traveled up her body much more clearly than the muffled sound reached her ears through the blankets. It had followed warm breath and soft lips kissing her tenderest place.

When she felt him opening her legs, his naked body sliding up between them, she had anticipated pain at his touch. There was none. His kisses, his gentle licks comforted her, warmed her, soothed her. And brought the tension in her belly tortuously awake.

His tongue slid up outside her opening, along the soft flesh where thigh turns the corner to become something more intimate. He repeated it on the other side.

“Mmmm.” He moaned again as he sucked her labia. He felt her twitch, assuming it was with pleasure.

Candy did twitch when she felt her sensitive lips sucked into his mouth. The poor dears had been stretched and teased so much. The sensation was on the verge of too much, flirting between pleasure and pain. It seemed Val sensed it because, after a long slow lick of his tongue, pushing between her swollen lips before traveling up the length of her slit and over her clit, he kissed his way up her belly.

The pain was almost completely replaced by the pleasure when his tongue opened her. It was lost when he lingered on one small breast, kissing along its lower soft swelling before finding her nipple, tugging it between his pursed lips. Flicking the hardened tip of his tongue across the trapped, erect nub.

Her fingers wound through his thick hair and stayed there, stroking his head and neck as he finished his journey up her body. Candy felt his large naked form close on top of her, his face a shadow looming over her as the weight of his huge flaccid cock settled between her thighs.

“Why are you here?” Candy whispered up at him. She hoped knew why, but wanted to hear.

“Because I am your Valentine, and you are mine.” His voice sounded husky in the dark.

“Really?”

“Really.”

The only detail visible besides dim shadows of the outline of their heads, is a faint glint in loving eyes.

“You can have any woman you want.” She knows she can’t swallow him like Aunt Mar and doesn’t have perfect big fake boobs like Mrs. Malone, his coach’s wife. Pangs of jealousy and teenage insecurities whisper in her ear.

“Does that include you?”

The question sends a thrill us own her spine. An internal spring stirs. “I’m not a woman, yet.”

His head tilts down to look between them into the darker darkness under the blankets. He sounded almost defeated.

“I don’t think I can make you one, little girl.” He paused. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Um. You are a virgin, right? I mean, you hadn’t had a real kiss and I assumed…”

“I’ve never had a man inside me. Except the gynecologist and whatever you did to me this afternoon.” She hesitated mentioning Aunt Mar and her accessories yet.

She thought she might have been able to see his smile before he asked. “Did you like that this afternoon? And by the way, that was yesterday now.”

“Silly high school boy, I loved it. I love you.” He felt her tense at her own words, as though she had let a thought slip out that shouldn’t be spoken. His heart leaped.

“I love you too. Even if you are a nerdy college geek.” He was rewarded with soft lips reaching up to meet his own, a soft tongue slipping against his before pulling away.

“Val, I’ve been…thinking.”

“Uh oh.”

“Seriously. About us,” she raised her hips against him suggestively. “and how dang big you are.”

“I like that kind of thinking.” He pushed back against the young girl.

“Sometimes, it’s not as big. Not small definitely, but not fully engorged.”

“Such a sexy vocabulary you have.”

“Thank you.”

“So, to summarize: you’ve been thinking a lot about your brother’s cock, and have come to the conclusion that though it is always quite large, it is not always as big and hard as when it is completely big and hard.”

She would have been more embarrassed if it wasn’t both funny and true. “Nice summation.”

“Consummation?” They had often played words games, twisting what the other said in a new direction.

“I wish.” He did a double take at her answer.

“Wish what? For some consommé?”

“Some consummation.” She looks almost pained the way she bit into her lip. He could see details of her face invisible before. “I want you, Val. I want my Valentine. Even if you consume me.”

“I don’t know if we can, Candy.”

“But that’s what I’m talking about, high school boy. What if I was…more opened up, and you got in there when you weren’t completely hard yet?”

“Are you serious?” He was flattered and amazed to hear her line of thought.

“Never more. I meant it when I said you ruined me. You are inside of me, Valentine. Already. I feel you splitting me open, stretching me, showing my body what it means to have that emptiness there has always been inside me, finally filled. I put some…things inside me, Val. After I left your room. To prepare myself for you. Aunt Mar helped.”

“What? Aunt Mar helped how?”

Candy smiled, pleased with herself for revealed her latest adventure. “She swore me to secrecy, so no telling. Mar has a set of rubber cocks in different sizes out in the pool house. She showed me how to take one in, and helped me work up to the biggest one so I could… take you.”

Val shook his head with a grin, his amazement growing.

She had wormed a hand between them far enough to stroke his cock. She could feel it give under her fingers. Shocking herself, unbidden, she whispered. “I want you to fuck me, Valentine. Dislocate my jaw you shove that thing so far up inside.”

He gasped.

Aunt Mar had told Candy to get him off when the time was right, that he’d be softer then, easier to get inside, but he was already softer now. The eighteen year old girl was ready and impatient and saw an opportunity to skip a step, to get to her goal sooner rather than later.

She felt his cock move under her fingers, stiffen. It was beginning to awake.

“What do you call it?” Her touch became more focused, tugging at his length.

“Huh?”

“This big fella. What do you call it? John Thomas? Mr. Willie Johnson?”

“You mean my dick? My very long shlong?”

“That’s an accurate description, but not a name. What do you call it when you talk to him?”

“Actually he does have a name. No one know this. Okay? It’s George.” He sounded so unsure.

“George?”

“George.”

Candy felt a lurch as his slow inflation continued under her encouraging touch.

“Nice to meet you, George.” Her grip wrapped more firmly around him in a mock handshake. He was thicker than he had been a moment ago. She knew this was her best opportunity, before her body fully realized what she had done to it tonight.

“George, I want you inside me, right now. Please, Valentine, do it now.”

Her fingers sank into his spongy flesh as she lined the fat head against her tender opening. “Before you get bigger, push it in.”

He raised himself on strong arms braced to either side of her and pushed.

She felt the immediate sympathetic pressure by her temples, above her ears, as she was opened once more. His first small push into her had wedged the slightly giving surface of the tip inside. Candy strained to remain silent out if fear he might take it as pain. Pain was fine with her now, if it got her what she had to have, what she could not live without.

The thought brought clarity. She saw her Valentine looming above her, so much larger then Aunt Mar. Pinkish red light lit half his face, scrolling down the muscular curves of his body. The first glow of the sunrise. Later, she remembered looking up at him in that light and thinking the Poet was right: they are the rosy fingers of the dawn.

He pushed again. This time she did cry out and he hesitated, exactly as she feared.

“Valentine, do it. Now. Don’t try to be gentle. I know it’s going to hurt. I’m going to hurt for days after what I did getting ready for this. Now make sure I hurt because of you fucking me, not some lifeless rubber dildo. Make me ache for days, Valentine. Shove that monster inside, big brother. Open me up; ruin me.”

She pulled her slim young legs wide, bending her knees with her hands, opening herself to him every way she could.

Valentine’s fingers guided his cock now. He could feel it’s give, it’s flexibility even as Candy’s words seem to send a signal directly to his body: the blood was starting to flow back into him, swelling and hardening his cock. It didn’t happen instantly, but he didn’t have long or his stepsister’s plan was ruined.

He pushed in with his hips and down with his fingers, using both hands to keep the flexing shaft straight. Her body resisted the invasion before the immense head forced its way in.

The look on Candy’s sweet face was a mixture of pain, determination, and amazement. Between panting breaths she smiled up at him. Smiled with the lips that had had their first kiss less than a day ago. Lips her couldn’t see minutes ago.

“You’re inside me, Valentine. Don’t stop now. Please.”

He didn’t. As amazed as Candy, he was determined to not stop what he had come to believe – what he had been taught – to be impossible. He wasn’t going to kill her, he wasn’t going to maim her. The intimidatingly fat head was already inside her virgin pussy, still going deeper, and she wanted more of him.

This brilliant innocent had figured out how to bring the two of them together and he was not going to fail her. He pulled back the short distance until the head was threatening to pop outside her overstretched lips. The stiffening shaft took less support when he eased back against her resistance, feeling walls reluctantly giving in to the incessant pressure.

Candy’s look was crazed. A determined grin through gritted teeth, eyes appearing ready to exit their sockets, tension everywhere. Wet rapid breaths struggled through her nostrils. He pulled back, pushed deeper again.

The next invading thrust he could only keep one hand on the shaft which had regained enough stiffness that the guidance wasn’t needed. He was well over half way inside her. Candy was panting through her open mouth now, eyes crinkled in stress and concentration.

Valentine took her bent knees in his large hands, allowing her small ones to fall to her sides. He pulled back with hips alone, teasing her with small motions of the huge knob just inside of her. He reared back, and twitched as though about to thrust deep, only to stop.

Candy cringed, then looked up at him in surprise when the shock of his entry didn’t materialize.

“Last chance, beautiful. You are definitely not a virgin any more, even if we stop. Do you want to…go on?”

“Make love to me, Valentine. Fuck me. Whatever you want to do with me. Just don’t stop.”

He fake-thrust again. The third time, the twitch was the harbinger of a real thrust, still slow, but forcefully opening her wet but reluctant walls.

Her sharp cry trailed off into a groan as her eyes left his, rolling upward as her back arched involuntarily, part attempt to escape from the painful intrusion, part spasming response to overwhelming sensation.

Holding her knees bent wide, Valentine continued to move in and out of her. He was not close to all the way in, but her young body was absorbing a massive, unfamiliar invasion with every stroke. His shaft and head were rigid with blood and lust now.

Candy had been exaggerating poetically when she’d told him to dislocate her jaw. Hyperbole. Now she wasn’t sure. The way each thrust into her suddenly snapped her tender flesh open wide, stuffed her too full, only to leave her too empty before before his next return, this was nothing like what rubber Jumbo had done. He felt bigger than Jumbo already, and he was inside her, her beautiful brother’s living pulsing flesh, not a molded imitation.

She flashed to a birthday party years ago. A clown made balloon animals, stretching each pencil-thin balloon with a couple of quick tugs before compressed gas instantly inflated them into long, sausage-thick toy legs and torsos.

While the two tugs seemed enough to prevent the thin rubber from rupturing under the force of sudden expansion, she sympathized with the balloon. The pressure and tension she felt each time Valentine reentered her made everything Marguerite and Jumbo had done to her, all the lubrication and preparation, seem as adequate as two quick tugs on a tiny limp balloon.

“Candy.” Valentine’s voice was tight. “You’re so…beautiful. You turn me on so much. I can’t help it. I’m going to cum soon.”

“Are you hard, Val? Are you…big inside me?” The realization that he was already completely erect in her made her question come out as nearly as squeal. She had been dreading his continued expansion, growing more inside of her.

“Oh, sweet sister, I am so fucking hard right now. I have never been bigger.”

The smile of relief almost split her face. Valentine felt his balls contract. His next thrust in would be his last before he had to pull out.

Doubt and fear vanished from Candy, replaced by unadulterated joy. Valentine was inside of her, Valentine was making love to her, Valentine was hers. She began to cry, for this moment complete.

Familiar tingling was traveling down Val’s spine from his skull. He felt muscles in his lowest belly clench while his feet flexed against the bed. After his dream explosion on his stomach not an hour ago, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to cum again any time soon. Instead, his amazing stepsister had surprised him, in more ways than one.

He pulled his hips back the extra distance needed to withdraw from her tight wet squeeze, scooping his stiff slippery shaft up in his already pumping hand.

Looking up, Candy saw his chest heaving. She sucked in air in surprise when he pulled out of her, leaving her body confusingly void. The relief she had felt on a feral, animal level when she knew he was not going to suddenly balloon inside her had allowed other signals her body was sending to be heard clearly.

There was a deep, torturous tension lurking behind the worry. She was being opened and touched as never before. Now that the threat of being torn open was gone, that familiar torment cried out for attention. Her submission to joy and tears opened the door for it to be heard. Then his cock, her enormous invader, was gone. Only an aching absence, a void, remained.

Valentine stroked himself, his hand slick, close against her mound. Her sudden happy tears stirred something in him and the electric tension behind his neck and skull skyrocketed. He cried out through a suddenly strangled throat as the first long stream shot in a ragged rope up her smooth belly and between her breasts.

Her shocked gasp at his withdrawal signaled the tension in her core to demand full and immediate attention. It came from an unlikely and unknowing source. While Valentine gazed in wonder, lust, and love at his teary stepsister below him, stroking the length of his thick shaft to release his own orgasm, the knuckles of his pumping fist massaged directly above her newly vacated slit.

Just as her taut spring demanded attention, his unknowing hand provided it directly over her sensitive but recently neglected clit. As the first long stream left his balls, his hand pumped hard down to the root of his shaft. That last, prolonged drag of his knuckles over her tender flesh, four large rounded knuckles each massaging over her swollen nub in a row, triggered her own release.

Still crying soft tears of joy, overwhelmed by all that had happened, her body still trembling with the shock of over-empty replacing over-filled, her insides erupted in ecstasy as a second, third and fourth stream striped her belly. The last two striped soft skin above flexed, tightened muscles as she came, spasming shivers raising her body off the bed, forcing herself up onto his knuckles, driving further spasms as her spring released.

When Candy finally left the haze of the too-bright light she gazed up at her Valentine. Or was she his?

The last rose light clung to him above her. So far away he seemed, his chest working to slow its pace, his eyes studying her as though looking for any cause for concern.

Candy reached her slim arms up to him. Too far away by far, she needed him closer now. He lowered his body into her embrace. They both felt the slippery thickness of him between them, felt it squeezed sliding at an angle to his left over his lubricated belly. She remembered feeling it there, less slippery or familiar, when they had kissed on their walk so long ago.

Now their bellies slipped wetly against each other. Candy let her tired legs fall loosely around his. His weight brought a soft ache to her gut, a reminder that other aches might follow.

“You’re really my Valentine now, aren’t you.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Mmmm.” She waited.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Am I your Valentine?”

“No.” His tone indicated he thought it should be obvious, especially to a genius like her. “I know I said that but it just doesn’t make sense. How can a Valentine have a Valentine?”

“Wait. That’s not fair at all.” She whined. “You said I was.”

He couldn’t leave her hanging for more than an instant.

“You’re not Valentine’s Valentine, silly girl. You’re Valentine’s Candy.”

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