Corruption by Step Sister

I don't know what time we went to sleep.

The last thing I remembered was passing out after my orgasm and Summer collapsing in top of me.

Somehow though when I woke in the middle of the night was finding both girls in bed with me cuddled against me and a blanket on top of me.

Just in pure bliss all night.

When we woke to the morning we could smell the alluring smell of fresh cooking.....mom's cooking.

Kelly shot up completely forgetting that they would be back and that I still fucking tied up that she quickly put on her pj's and bolted downstairs.

Summer groaned as the whole event happened and looked at me, "She excited."

I nodded, "Mom's cooking usually does that."

Summer groaned again but she sat up and yawned and stretched. After which she said, "Fuck I can still sleep after last night."

I smiled at her, "So am I in the clear?"

Summer looked at me and smiled. She leaned in and kissed me full tongue. She reached under the blanket to be greeted by my morning wood.

She broke the kiss rolled over and straddled me. She smiled at me and said, "Oh yeah we're good."

I smiled, "No more supplements?"

She smiled, "Not in that much excess no. But you will still be taking supplements."

With that she guided my morning wood to her opening and lowered herself down. She lowly groaned, "Fuck that feels good."

Summer got a couple of strokes on her before we heard a female voice, "Come down kids I have breakfast cooking." Quickly followed by a male voice, "Before Kelly eats it all."

Obviously my parents.

Summer flopped down and sighed, "Fuck. That's a sex killer."

She looked up at me with my dick still in her, "Might as well Go down and face the music."

She got up slowly letting me exit her before she lowered her head down at my lower head and kissed the head whispering, "I'll come back for you I promise."

Summer got up and walked over to her bags. She bent down and started rifling through them until she found what she was looking for...a tank top and short sweats.

She put the clothing on and was about to walk passed me until I cleared my throat.

She looked at me and realized I was still tied up.

This bitch was about to leave my ass tied up in Kelly's bed with my shit flapping in the wind for anyone, mainly my parents, to walk in and see. Really doubt my mom or dad wants to see my flag pole.

She laughed and said, "Shit sorry I forgot." I heard her mumble, "That explains why you didn't wrap your arm around me last night....or move at all."

She bent down and untied me before hopping up, "See you down there."

And off she went.

I in the meantime put on the clothes that the girls ripped off me last night that was next to the door and put them on.

As much as I wanted food I needed to answer a different call first....I needed to pee.

I walked into the bathroom and did my business before I went down stairs.

I walked downstairs to be greeted by a woman who stood 5' nothing, weighed in the 110lb range, had long thick light red hair down past her rear, curves in all the right places that should be on a doll especially with her milky white skin. And impossibly intoxicating light green eyes.

That person being my mom Sarah Michaels.

If you were to compare the girls to my mother, which I don't. My mother would be goddess level looks and physique whereas the girls were in the gorgeous category. Like my mother was Miss Universe and the girls were the runners up.

And why not my mom, like Kelly, had been working on her body for the better part of 17 years. Even when our sisters tried to destroy my mother's body it just snapped back to where it was or more so.

Granted I think my mother was using something that she wasn't telling either myself or Kelly to get her goddess level looks and body....or at least not telling us everything she was doing.

One could argue that because my mom was so small she was probably another reason why I loved small girls though I tried to ignore that fact. Like I didn't want to agree with Oedipus or admit I had a little bit of an affection for my mother other than simple motherly love.