#stepcest cw

“i can’t even stay the night?” the brunette asks, sitting up in wanda’s bed. wanda is already standing, pulling her discarded shorts back over her legs.

“no,” she replies flippantly, picking up the girls clothes and tossing them at her where she sits in the center of the mattress. she doesn’t remember her name, nor does she care. this nameless girl was simply someone randomly plucked from the masses at university.

well—semi-randomly. wanda really brought her home because she thought she resembled some of your features.

her step-sister.

wanda steps towards the door, holding it open despite the girls state of being half-undressed. she looks slightly annoyed as the girl hesitates too long before she finally begins redressing. as she stands in the doorway, she glances at wanda, hurt evident in her expression.

“that’s it?” she asks quietly, wrapping her arms around herself.

“mhmm.” wanda mumbles distractedly, unbothered as she shuts the door in her face. she sighs, scrubbing a hand over her face before collapsing into bed.

she’s still thinking about you. no amount of casual sex was ever going to scrub you from her mind.

her eyes are fixed on the ceiling as her mind wanders to you. your delicate, full lips. the way your hair cascades down your back. your soft hips and waist that dips inwards, giving you the most tempting shape. your smile and the way you bite your lip when you’re feeling shy. everything about you drives wanda insane. she’s wanted you since the day her father and your mother married.

lately, her fantasies and desires were becoming more wild, and very difficult to ignore. she blamed it on your new boyfriend. something about seeing you with him curled her stomach with rage. not to mention, you’ve been less willing to spend time with her since he came into the picture. you used the spend late nights with her, letting her snuggle you with wandering hands that weren’t so innocent. you never commented on it. wanda always told you it was a normal thing all sisters do.

you had no idea the amount of times she would peak through the crack in your door when you would change clothes, or how she’d sneak into your room while you slept to watch your angelic face. her greatest kept secret was stealing the panties from your dirty laundry. she always returned them eventually, knowing she’d take some more later.

she exhales slowly from her place in bed, an ache settling deep inside her core the longer she thinks about you.

thoughtlessly, she rises, retrieving a pair of your dirty underwear she had taken just yesterday. she brings them to her face, inhaling deeply. they still smell like you. they won’t for much longer.

back on the soft mattress, she teases her wet slit with the cotton lining of your panties. her hips buck into her hand, her eyes closing as her mind drifts to her favorite memory.

a relentless heat wave had taken over the city. you stopped sleeping in your normal pajamas, opting for a thin tank top and some underwear. one night, wanda was pleasantly surprised to find you in such a state. the sheets were crumpled and twisted around your calves, the rest of you exposed to the air. you were sleeping on your back, one hand over your chest and the other arm outstretched resting against the mattress. the way your legs were parted gave wanda clear sight to your cloth covered core. she almost moaned at the sight. by the time she had come to your room, her libido was burning hot. she’d fought with herself about coming in to watch you, but after fucking herself for nearly an hour and not being able to orgasm, she caved.

she had sat on your mattress carefully, being mindful not to stir you. without thinking, her hands began to ghost along your skin, feeling the softness there. her heart was pounding, her core throbbing as her fingertips teased along your inner thighs. her other hand dipped underneath her shorts, circling her clit as she watched you.

she had to fight to bite back her moan as your legs parted for her, like your unconscious body wanted this—wanted her. her finger carefully drew a line up your slit, the touch barely there. her fingers moved faster against her own clit, the pressure building so deliciously. you sighed softly, completely unaware your stepsister was taking advantage of you while you slept.

she lets herself moan softly now into her quiet room, remembering how you felt through the thin layer. your panties are balled in her fist as she rubs against them, her hips moving faster to chase her high. it wasn’t enough. nothing seemed to be enough anymore.

she needed to have you. that was the only way to make the fantasies stop.

at least, that’s what she told herself.

—

“i’ll miss you.” your boyfriend gushes as you guide him to the front door. you’d spent the last few hours together, working on homework and enjoying each others company.

he was your first boyfriend, so you had no one to compare him to, but he was nice enough. if nothing else, it gave you more reason to get out of the house and hangout with friends. he had been your first kiss as well as some other small sexual escapades that made you blush thinking back to them. you had been slapped with the label of “prude” before, so you were determined to break out of the stereotype.

“i’ll miss you too, but we’ll see each other soon.” you reassure him, squeezing his hand as you turn to face him just before your final goodbye. he leans down to kiss you, pulling you closer by your hips. you hum against his lips, encircling your arms around his waist. you don’t notice when wanda appears on the bottom stair. her nose wrinkles in disgust at the display before her.

“you’ll come to the lodge tonight?” he asks when he pulls away.

“mhmm, yea—“ you start, but are cut off.

“she’s can’t go tonight.” wanda buts in. you look at her, surprised to see her standing there.

“why not?” your boyfriend demands. he didn’t like your step-sister very much. he’s always said she’s too controlling.

“because she needs to stay here.” wanda’s voice is equally as firm as his was. she steps closer to the both of you, and though her frame is noticeably smaller than your boyfriends, she appears unintimidated.

“well, maybe i can go for just a bit and then come right back?” you try to find a middle ground, wanting to please both your sister and your boyfriend.

wanda sighs, her fingers slotting into the back pockets of her jeans as she juts her chin in an indignant manner.

“i want you to stay here with me.” she purposely makes it personal, knowing you always cave when she brings herself into things.

your shoulders slump slightly, your eyes reluctantly flitting back to your boyfriends. you know he hates when you give into her.

“maybe another time, baby. i’ll make it up to you.” you try to soothe him with sweet words, your hands running down his arms. he rolls his eyes anyways, muttering something under his breath before he turns to leave.

wanda says nothing more to you, silently heading back up the stairs as you’re left standing there in the front hall.

—

the afternoon passes by in a blur. you busied yourself with some small chores and a movie you only half paid attention to. you had yet to find out why wanda wanted you to stay behind when she had been cooped up in her room for hours. you begin to get impatient. you’d cancelled plans for her, but there was no sign of her coming downstairs anytime soon.

with one final glance at the clock, you decide to head upstairs to her room.

when you round the top of the stairs, you can see her bedroom door at the end of the hall. it’s closed. you pad softly towards it, raising your hand to knock against the wood.

“yeah?” wanda asks.

“can i come in?” you reply, a hint of annoyance bleeding into your tone.

“yeah.” she replies simply. you push her door open, finding her lounging on her bed with her back against the headboard. without an invitation, you step into her room, hovering next to the desk across from her.

“so…did you want to do something?” you ask, eyes scanning the cluttered items littered across her desk. she was never a very tidy person. she doesn’t respond.

when the silence stretches on a little too long, you look at her. she has one knee bent against her chest as she picks at a scab at the side of her ankle.

“wanda?” you call her attention. she doesn’t look at you.

“do you love him?” she asks abruptly. your brow furrows in confusion.

“what?”

“do you love him?” she repeats, her voice harder than before. she’s still focused on picking her skin.

“tyler?” you double check, still a little confused. she hums noncommittally. you teeter uncomfortably on your heels, unsure why she was even asking in the first place.

“i don’t know.. i mean, we’ve only been together a couple months.” you shrug. she glances at you and then back towards her ankle.

there’s more silence. you’re unsure what to say.

“has he fucked you yet?” she asks. your cheeks flush a deep red at her shameless question. you subconsciously hug your arms around yourself, suddenly wishing the room would swallow you whole.

“…no.” you admit quietly, your voice just above a whisper. she looks at you then, her stare making you squirm uncomfortably.

“has he fingered you?” she asks. you shake your head slowly, eyes now downcast looking at your feet.

you don’t see when she stands, or when she makes her way over to you. you just see her feet appear in your vision as you’re glued to your spot.

she lifts your chin with firm fingers, her eyes holding something you can’t name.

“what about an orgasm? has he made you cum?” her question has your cheeks flaming even hotter than before. it travels down your chest, which wanda can see with the V cut in your shirt.

your lip gets caught between your teeth—a nervous habit. wanda watches the action, her arousal flaring at the sight.

“well?” she demands.

“no…” your voice is barely there as you respond. your gaze is caught between hers. something about her green stare made it impossible to look away.

she tsks at your reply, stepping closer to you. she angles your chin higher to accommodate proper eye contact.

“he’s all wrong for you (y/n). he doesn’t know what you need.” as she speaks, her hands come up to cradle your head, her grasp firm enough that it was borderline uncomfortable.

you don’t know how to respond, scared to ask the question that was on your mind. you observe her expression with wide, wary eyes.

“what do i need?” you ask carefully, unable to push aside your curiosity.

she smiles then, slow and wide. it reaches her eyes, but the expression is lacking any real warmth. it almost looks… wicked.

“you need someone who knows you—what you do and don’t like,” her eyes travel along your face, down your neck to the bit of cleavage peaking out of your shirt. “how to make you feel good.”

you swallow thickly, your muscles locking up as you feel frozen in place. you’re beginning to catch up to where she’s going with this.

“wanda… you’re my sister.” you whisper. you’ve never had a sister before, but surely you had to draw the line of physical contact somewhere.. right?

“that’s what makes me the perfect teacher. i’ll never take advantage of you, unlike stupid boys.” she lies through her teeth. taking advantage is exactly what she’s doing, and she knows it. she knows you won’t put up a real fight to stop what’s coming.

her hands move down your arms, traveling up your sides with a sensualness you’ve never felt before. it’s all wrong. this is so wrong.

“no.” you try to sound firm, your hands grasping hers to get her to stop. “this isn’t right.” you want to reason with her, but she’s long past doing what’s right. you notice a flicker of anger in her eyes. she won’t take no for an answer.

she pulls her hands out of your grasp, pinning your back against the desk with her hips. her hand comes up to forcefully palm your breast through your bra and shirt.

“what’s right is what i say is right.” she says through her gritted teeth. you gasp at her harshness. she’s never treated you this way before.

she pinches your nipple through the layers of fabric, her other hand digging into your hip hard enough that it’s sure to leave bruises.

“wanda!” you arch your back into her, but it’s not because of what she’s doing, rather the edge of the desk digging into your tailbone from how hard she was pressing you against it. she chuckles darkly, taking your body language as a sign of encouragement.

she slips her hand into the waistband of your pants, fingers pressed together as she finds your clit. she applies firm pressure, your hips rolling into her unconsciously. you hadn’t been properly touched there before. you didn’t know what it could feel like.

“you have no idea how many times i’ve thought of you like this.” she moves her fingers in slow, firm circles, rousing all the nerves there. you push against her shoulders, more so to brace yourself now than to actually fight her off. her confession surprises you. it sends a pang of arousal straight to your core, and you hate the way it causes your chest to bloom with warmth.

“but.. i’m..” your voice is small, pathetic sounding.

“my sister?” she finishes. “that’s what makes this so special. you sleep right down the hall,” she pushes your panties to the side, her fingers finding you unclothed clit now. “i get to have you however i want.. whenever i want..” her fingers move incessantly against you, your arousal beginning to seep out of your hole despite yourself. “and you’ll never tell, will you? i know you won’t. wouldn’t want anyone finding out just how good your step-sister makes you feel.”

her words make you cry out, tears brimming in your eyes. it all feels so wrong, but your body yearns for more, your hips chasing her hand like this isn’t the most fucked up situation ever.

she takes her hand out of your pants then, manhandling you onto the bed. your protests die in your throat as she literally takes your breath away. she strips you out of your clothes, leaving you only in your bra.

she spreads your legs, kneeling between them as you lie on your back. you don’t realize it, but your cunt is positively dripping with wetness.

wanda draws two fingers along your slit, gathering the stickiness on her fingertips. she smiles as she holds her hand up between you two, watching the string of your arousal stretch as she separates her ring and middle fingers. you whine shamefully, pressing your thighs firmly together to hide any more evidence. she catches one of your legs before you can fully close them.

“don’t.” her voice is hard, her fingers digging into your thigh. “you want this.” her hand returns to your core, smearing more wetness across your pussy.

you shake your head furiously. you couldn’t help how your body was reacting to her.

“you’re shaking your head no, but listen to this.” she slides a finger inside you then, the wet sound it makes completely embarrassing. she grins, biting her lip as she watches her finger slide in and out of your cunt.

“you’re so tight.” she appraises, curling her finger upwards. you can’t help but moan at the surprising sensation. “you’ve never stuck anything inside yourself before, have you?” the question is rhetorical. she can tell by the way you squirm around her one finger that you haven’t. “my virginal little sister…” she murmurs. you whimper, your body still burning with shame. you’re enjoying this more than you care to admit.

she slowly adds a second finger. you wince in pain, the stretch foreign and uncomfortable.

“oh, shhh. you’re okay. it’ll feel good in a second.” she soothes, her thumb beginning to circle your clit. you bite back another moan, your hips bucking into her hand.

“this is so fucked up.” you cry, your voice cracking as you cover your face with both your hands. wanda laughs humorlessly. she had gotten over the sinfulness of this situation a very long time ago.

“it is.” she agrees. “look, baby. look at how pretty your cunt looks wrapped around my fingers.” her voice is encouraging and without thinking about it too much, you peak over your hands to watch how she fucks you.

she curls her fingers when you obey, picking up the pace. there was something about the way you were so clearly in awe of her movements that makes something in her snap. she dives in head first, tongue lapping at your sensitive clit. you moan loudly, the sound echoing throughout the whole room. you can’t help it. her slippery, wet tongue flicks across your bundle of nerves, her fingers reaching places you didn’t know existed inside of you.

you babble things that don’t make any sense. your hands come to her hair, to push her away or pull closer, you’re not sure. it all feels like too much. a feeing starts to build in your stomach, not all foreign, but you’ve never followed through long enough to see where it could take you before.

“w-wanda!” a feeling of panic rises in your chest. a sensation that feels eerily similar to having to pee becoming more difficult to ignore. “wait- stop!” you whimper, your hands now pushing against her in earnest. she moans into your pussy, doubling down her efforts as she refuses to move from her spot. you look down at her face between your legs. her eyes are closed, her eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as she whines against you. the sight causes your whole body to tremble, the pressure in your tummy building even more.

your eyes roll back into your head as you fall back against the pillow. you try warning her again, but all that comes out is a shrill whine as the coil finally snaps and pleasure forcefully wracks through your body. you can hardly stand it as the foreign sensation takes over, thighs trembling, back arching off the bed.

wanda continues her ministrations until she feels your body begin to come back to earth. her tongue is softer now, her fingers moving slower until they finally stop.

when she looks up at you, your eyes are closed. cheeks and chest flush as your breasts rise and fall with shallow breaths.

wanda rolls her tongue in her mouth, savoring your flavor, though she’s sure she’ll be tasting you again very soon.

she crawls over your body, laying half her body weight on you as she supports her upper half with one arm.

“you’re perfect,” her fingers caress your cheek. “so sweet and innocent.” she smooths the frown between your brows, smiling softly. “i can’t wait to corrupt you.” she adds.

you swallow thickly, shyly glancing down between your legs and then back up to her face.

“was that not what you just did?” you ask, your voice a little raspy after all the noise you just made.

she chuckles. “that was nothing.” she traces along the slope of your nose, her fingers teasingly pinching your soft lips before caressing down your jaw.