Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

This second, smaller orgasm shot upward from between her tits, hitting under her. Pulse after pulse of cum flooded her cleavage as she pressed her tits against me, letting me come in the slick crevice. My orgasm ended, she stepped back, looking at the rivers of cum dripping down her stomach. She dove under, trailing blobs of semen as she retrieved our clothes. She tossed them onto a deck chair and exited the pool. She took my hand and handed me a towel. We dried each other off, and she led me into the house by the hand. I followed her up the stairs, mesmerized by the view of her ass as she led me to her bedroom. She pulled me into her bed, and we fell into spoon positions. I was pressed against her back, feeling her warmth against me as she turned off the light.



We left the next day for the wedding. When I woke up Divyanka was already dressed, packing last minute items. She wore yoga pants and a loose top that showed her freckled shoulders. We packed quickly, making good time to the airport. The flight was uneventful, although Divyanka fell asleep against me and I was treated to a good view of her cleavage the entire flight. By the time we landed, my dick was dripping pre-cum.

Divyanka seemed aroused, too. Her face was flush, and she kept putting her arm around mine as we walked through the airport or into the hotel. The wedding was on her side of the family, one I was adopted into. Still, even for Divyanka it was the step-side of her family, and we found ourselves outsiders at the wedding. At the rehearsal dinner we found ourselves at a table with Divyanka's stepbrother and his wife and kids. As we made small talk, I found it hard to concentrate on anything other than the fact that Jason's dick had been in Divyanka's mouth. Her own stepbrother. Of course, my dick had also been in her mouth. But talking to his wife and young kids underscored how bizarre it must have been for both of them. And, of course, he had fucked Divyanka's sister. I wondered if he had fucked Divyanka, too.



My moment to find out came later in the evening. The kids had wandered off to eat more food, and Divyanka and some of the other women were chatting across the room. I found myself sitting next to Jason, alone at the table. We made some small talk. I liked him, he was an easy-going kind of guy. He had had a few drinks, and I knew that this was the time to ask.

"Jason," I said, making sure no one was nearby to overhear us. "Can I ask you some questions, about Divyanka, when she was young?"

"Sure," he said, leaning in. "Any time I can embarrass my stepsister, I'm game." He grinned broadly.

"Well, I don't know how to bring this up to you, but she mentioned, one night to me, that she wrecked your car. And you were pretty mad. And she said she made it up to you, but she didn't say how. Did she pay for it?"

"Oh, that," he said, looking around the room. He paused, his fingers fidgeting. "No, I didn't make her pay for the damages. She just apologized."

"That's it? Just an 'I'm sorry.' I thought she must have done something to repay you. I know that when she was in college she'd bet sex on things. She told me about that stuff. So I wondered if, when she wrecked your car, she might have done something," I emphasized the last word.

Jason said nothing, but looked at Divyanka and his wife talking. Then he turned to me, he face red. "What are you getting at?"

"Nothing, nothing!" I said quietly, throwing up my hands. "I'm just curious, I'm trying to understand her."

He took in my words carefully, and nodded slowly. "Understand her. Does she, um, has she had to...repay you for something?"

"You can put it that way," I said, grinning. I mouthed the word 'blowjob' slowly.

Jason exhaled. "I thought you were going to confront or judge me. Or worse, tell my wife. That was a long time ago," he mused. "So she's still at it, I see." His expression softened, and he grinned. "I can tell you, I was not expecting it. I was pissed, right, because she had wrecked my car. And she came to my room, and was all sweet and innocent about it. She apologized, and while I was ranting at her she just casually said she'd suck me off to make up for it. I thought she was kidding. And then she opened her shirt, and god, those tits."



He seemed lost for a moment, then continued. "So, yeah, I let my stepsister suck my dick. I came all over her, it was in her hair and everything. Our parents were downstairs, and she had left the door open. I was so afraid we'd get caught, it just heightened everything. There she was, on her knees with her tits out and my dick in her mouth. It was—and maybe still is—one of the craziest moments of my life. Anyway, I came and she got up and cleaned up and buttoned up her shirt and that was it. So, has she already, or did she say she was going to?"

"Since we're speaking confidentially," I said, "she already has."

"I wonder if she's as good as she was back then," he mused. "She's certainly had a lot of practice. So just a BJ?"

"Yeah," I said, omitting some of the details. "It was amazing."

"I bet," he said. "I didn't think it could get any better with her." He stopped short. I looked at him and he said, "never mind."

"Come on, you can't say that and stop there. What did you mean?"

He sighed, taking a drink. "Well, since you're not judging, I'll tell you this. We did it, once. And it was wild. It was at our family reunion, a year after the BJ. If you want to get her to talk about it..."

As he whispered his final comments the women returned. I looked Divyanka over, and I saw Jason do the same. His wife did not notice. Divyanka extended her hand and said to me, "are you too cool to dance with your stepmom?"



"I'm the least coolest person I know," I said, and took her hand. We walked out to the dance floor and slow danced with everyone else. Divyanka wore a silver dress that clung to her curves. It was modest, but I also knew she had a bra on and nothing else. When we had gotten to the hotel room we had ended up kissing, naked, her hand wrapped around my throbbing dick, when someone knocked on our hotel room door. We quickly got dressed and she opened the door to well-meaning relatives wanting to say hello. In the scramble, her underwear had ended up tangled in our sheets, and we had headed out to the rehearsal dinner.

We danced as one might expect from a stepson and stepmom. As we danced, she asked what Jason and I had talked about.

"Oh, not much," I said. "Just about you, when you were young and stuff."

"Embarrassing stories about me?" she asked.



"Sure," I said. "Not more embarrassing than anything you've told me. I mean, how many people here have you done something with?" I said this with a smile, and, in the dim dance floor lights, reached down and gave her ass a gentle squeeze before returning my hand.

"Oh, you know," she said casually, "I'd have to think about it." She looked around as we danced. "Just two, here, actually. God, that sounds awful."

"Who else?" I said, looking around.

"You are going to think I'm horrible," she said.

I leaned in close, "given how I've spent my last few weeks, I'm not going to judge. Seriously, who was it?"

"See that guy in the light grey suit?"

"The guy in his sixties?" I asked.

"Well, he wasn't in his sixties back then, but he was older than me by over twenty years. That's my stepdad's friend Mitch. He and I did it a lot one summer, when I was home from college. He hired me to help in his dental office, and I stayed late a lot, and, well, we fucked right on the dental chairs. He was married, which I feel bad about, really. But his wife wasn't interested, and he was interested in me, and we did it once because I felt bad for him. And after that we did it at least once a day, because he was so good at it. Once he fucked me from behind and my mom had an appointment the next day in the same chair. It was crazy. We must have done it like a hundred times."



"Divya, how many times have you done it?" I asked.

"I couldn't count, to be honest. Let's just say I enjoy myself."

"And who's the other family member—or friend of the family—that isn't here that you've done it with."

The dance ended and the lights came up. She looked around and someone she knew asked her to dance. She smiled and left me to dance. I looked the retired dentist over. I decided against talking to him, and before I could do anything else Jason's wife, Danielle, asked me to dance. We made small talk, all the while I wondered if she knew that her husband had had sex with his stepsister when they were younger. When the dance ended Divyanka found me and took me by the arm.



"Let's get some fresh air," she said, and led me out of the room. The music faded as we walked through the hotel halls. We wandered, her dbangd on my arm, before she started talking. "Do you think I'm terrible?"

"No, of course not," I said. Then I asked a question I had wanted to ask, but was afraid to. "Did dad know about all of this?"

"No," she said. "I wasn't keeping it from him, you know. But it just never came up. He knew some things, here and there. Like the  game bet. God, that turned him on. He used to bet me all kinds of things to get me in bed. Even though he'd get me in bed whenever he wanted, it was fun to make it due to a lost bet. Or some kind of favor. I know it's been a long time, but I still miss him."



We walked the hotel grounds, a beautifully manicured garden, in silence for a while. I finally spoke, "about, well, about Dad. I guess he wouldn't be happy with either of us right now."