Down With the Sickness
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Clever Tamara fakes a cunning sickie but does her step dad Steve have a superior repertoire of tactics to get his male way in her bedroom.....
I needed one of those Ferris Bueller days because there was a monster fashion sale at my favourite up market boutique and I wasn’t going to miss it.
Mum was dead easy to negotiate. I said I had a slight temperature, sore throat and nausea. She was caught up in her morning rush to work... she had her own florist shop to run... she left with the completely honestly sympathetic: ‘Stay in bed then sweetie...if it gets worse...ring me at work and I’ll come home after lunch and take you to the doctor’...done and mum was gone.
Andy my younger step brother; the prick knew something was up. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. I definitely didn’t want the slime balls fingers on me let alone his balls anywhere near me. Stepbrothers...yuck. But he had soccer selection trials today and was out the door for the school bus: on time.
Steven my step dad was leaving in half an hour for the airport and an interstate conference ...he was a wholesale distributor for medical supplies. So the place would be clear and all I would have to do was drive myself to mall. Life is a cinch and manipulation is a game; when you are cunning smart alec like me.
I was listening from my room for Steve to go...he was leaving it tight ...given the airport highway traffic. Piss off now...crossed my agitated mind.
I was still in my skimpy sexy nightie...a practice run for my new boyfriend Corey...got to love buying direct off the internet...mum had no idea how frickin revealing this piece was...it was pink and see through around my sweet happy titties...the fabric was actually a nipple turn on...so soft and sheer and it moved gently over my so sensitive teats...No k**ding. While the matching thong held the suggestion of more than it covered like any decent thong should.
Shit Steve was cutting it fine...I needed to dress and get my makeup and hair done and get to the sale.
There was a polite knock at my bedroom door...I thought Steve is playing dad and checking on me before he leaves....okay let’s get this over with quickly.
“Tamara...Tammy...can I come in”...now the Tammy bit grated a bit...he wasn’t my real dad...who I only saw in the college holidays now he lived interstate...Tammy...was his name for me.
“Okay” I said pulling the doona cover up over my breasts.
I held the edge in place... as he came in.
Steve had something small and slender in his hand ...it was cherry red and a bit stubby and bulb shaped... I realised it was a frickin thermometer. Okay I processed that. In his other hand he had a small jar of K-Y Jelly. Well I wasn’t processing that beyond...he could stick his fingers up his own arse...the prick....What was he thinking?
“I cancelled attending the conference to look after you” he said smoothly.
The dirty bastard was all I thought.
“Look, let’s take your temperature and see if you need the doctor” he added that with a dose of smooth fake sincerity.
I opened my mouth like a good girl.
“Ah Ah” he said shaking his head for additional effect, “We need the most accurate reading”
“Pardon me” I said shocked, “Just what do you have in mind”
“Tammy” he said authoritatively “The most accurate temperature measure is rectal”
“No way” I pulled the doona cover up to my neck and clenched it very firmly.
“Ah... So you are faking it...Sally won’t be happy when she finds out”
Arsehole I thought...playing the stressed out mummy card.
“Look leave it with me...I’ll do it myself and you come back in five minutes okay...If it’s going in my butt... It’s going in privately... Okay?”
He didn’t hesitate the prick like he had rehearsed every objection I might come up with before entering my room: “I don’t think so...I suspect you will rub it or shake it or stick it under your arm to get the temperature up or even turn on your room heater in desperation.”
Then Steve added the despicable: “You can trust me.”
The sly smarmy bastard was very determined to see my tight arse crack and insert a thermometer and probably more into me...No don’t get me wrong...I’m no young prude...but I don’t finger my own arse and its currently not available to boyfriend’s fingers or cock either...I am happy with my coochie being filled and mutual oral sex. Who did this sleaze think he was and more to the point: What the frick did he think I was doing with any boyfriend?
“Mum won’t like it” I said with certainty. I don’t know where that came from but I realised it was the number one defence in the step daughters armory, up against the basically if not technically taboo advance.
“Already covered...Sally said I could take your temperature before she left”
“Oh come on” I got straight back, “You expect me to believe you said to mum...I’ll check Tamara’s fever... I’ll shove a thermometer up her arse?”
He hesitated; Got you by the balls you unscrupulous arsehole, I thought. Now leave so I can go shopping.
He pulled his mobile from his pocket...”Okay let’s ring mum and you can tell her you won’t have your temperature taken and I’ll drive you...you little faking Miss straight to school and sign you in personally”
I wanted to shop.
“Okay “I said...I could still get good bargains at the boutique even if I arrived late...”But only if I do it under the doona...you can stay in the room...but over by the door”
“Smart try” he said’ “But your vaginal temperature is slightly higher than your mouth...it’s your anus sweety and I need to do it”
The prick’s dirty plan had made me sweaty and bothered with the doona tight around my body...my core temperature might surprise us both...
“Well I’m not taking anything off and I’ll roll myself over before you start okay”
“Fine by me Tam...I’m just being a good dad...if you are sick...we’ll get you to the doctor early...rather than later” He knew I was lying ...yet he played out the lie.
I watched as he diligently lubed the end of the thermometer ...it had a flexible tip...and it was thin. Still it was my arsehole and he was my step dad.
“Tammy...I’ll explain what I’m doing before I start...no surprises okay...I’m not perving on your butt okay...I’ll respect your buttocks privacy...the lube is in case you tighten up and have a restrictive reaction to the process...the thermometer will be inserted about two inches and needs to say in place for one minute okay”
I shook my head vigorously and then added; finding my voice:
“No this is sick...You are sick...Besides you don’t have any latex gloves” I smiled: had him knackered at the crucial moment.
He was trapped for sure...he wanted his hands on my arse and more...problem was once hands got on my arse or a finger in my pussy...I was jelly in any guys hands and pleasure was my only thought...Fuck the power of human sexual response...Fuck the soft skin on my butt...so little touch triggers a frickin avalanche of internal desire to screw.and be screwed.
“Oh you mean these “and he pulled a pair of disposable gloves from his pocket and carefully put them on. Then added: “Okay roll onto your stomach and butt up and open your legs... just a bit”
I thought I’m still in control here...he has gloves...it’s only the tip of a purpose designed rectal thermometer going into my pucker hole...If he crosses the frickin line...I’ll ...Well I would...
All this was firming in my mind as I rolled over...dropped the doona cover and spread my butt thighs just a bit... Steve would be greeted with no standard cotton nightie...How would he react?... I was thong sexed up...my practice run for Corey.
“Very nice “was all he said...I knew he could see through the sheer lingerie fabric and the tapering thread of my pink g-string ... and too much of my fetching bum was on display...Hell, I knew all this without needing a mirror.
My mind was running: Nice what?...negligee...g –string or butt cheeks...probably the lot, the sod.
I didn’t know what it was going to feel like...but I knew I had to stay icily composed...play frigid...who was I k**ding...this was an impossible ask for an eighteen year old sexually active female...
Steve eased my g-string slightly to the side...the tug sending a short wave of pleasure across my coochie lips as the fabric tightened and squashed them...yum...but I didn’t react for him or for myself... a supreme act of will....
The thermometer was touching my arsehole...one minute he said...I could feel his fingers in the latex applying the minutest amount of pressure and sliding touch to my rump...the prick so carefully added to it by seemingly infinitesimal gradations...but he knew and I knew...and the cunning bastard knew I knew...as my arse wriggled slightly ...it craved the touch , however slight...and once started my peachy bum had to have more...it’s just frickin human nature.
A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips before I closed them tight...fuck my body’s response to a sweet interesting sensation as the thermometer eased into my wrinkled balloon knot... well I had checked out its puckered design in a mirror along with the rest of my sensational sensitive gear below...in a recent shave...
Shit I hadn’t shaved for a while and knew I had stubble...still he couldn’t see that... could he?
“Tam...I need one minute...now don’t wriggle your arse about”
Who was he k**ding...everything below my waist was geared for action ...with a thermometer in my butt...the scheming prick was moving it about ever so slightly...but my crack had such sensitive nerves as I was discovering...that any slight movement had me wanting more...I was wriggling and also I realised I was mattress humping...rubbing my pussy into the sheet below me... happy dry grinding.
The thermometer was out...Steve’s finger was just as quickly replacement in, I went “Oh.”
And my own fingers were searching for my clitty underneath me in the same instance.
My step dad had his finger in my arse...I liked it...I wanted it there...please I thought don’t take it out...
“Are you okay...can I keep my finger in” he said.
“You can do what you like “I said and meant it...it was delightful.
I realised the bastard had the glove off and had lubed his finger...smart experienced prick...he was actually quite shallow...but it was sensational...so sensitive around my rim.
“Tamara...I want you to kneel ...is that okay”
Hell anything was okay in my pursuit of new pleasure.
I was kneeling...my butt in his face...he was licking my arsehole with his tongue tip...it was amazing...I was moaning.
“You will enjoy it more if you finger your clit” he said.
I had my fingers doing their circular love job on my joy button.
Everything was in over drive...my clit...my arsehole...my whole sense of my body and life ...I was actually feverish with pulsating ripples of pleasure through my pussy and around my really sensitive crack. He swapped between licking my pussy with wide swathes of his tongue, to getting his tongue tip in the pit of my butthole.
Steve also got a fingernail scr****g along and teasing the narrow responsive flesh that divides my two happy holes...his finger building a sweet rubbing pressure and occasional scratch... it was expressively delightful.
I was close to bringing myself to an orgasm...when Steve’s tongue swept directly over my fully aroused clit...sweep after delicious sweep and I came with a series of loud moans and collapsed down onto my bed...
He held me a soft embrace...unlike any young guy I had been with and whispered in my ear...
“You are so lucky “ he said “ to be young and open to new experiences...your twin wondrous holes of life should always be ready for sharing...never hide them...they are your bodies passport to a truly fulfilling life...the beauty of sex...the complete exploration of self...embrace it...Tamara”
“Yeah “I said “That was fully sick”
“Whoa ...if you didn’t like it... I won’t...ever again... I promise” he said, sounding worried.
“Oh you aged dill” I said “It was FULLY SICK...it slang for awesome...absolutely great”
“Oh in that case...any time you are sick...let me know”
“Mmm” I said “I think I’ll need another day home tomorrow...but right now...you can drive me to a sale...”
I stripped off my lingerie and got dressed... right there in front of Steve... No cares....No secrets.
I needed one of those Ferris Bueller days because there was a monster fashion sale at my favourite up market boutique and I wasn’t going to miss it.
Mum was dead easy to negotiate. I said I had a slight temperature, sore throat and nausea. She was caught up in her morning rush to work... she had her own florist shop to run... she left with the completely honestly sympathetic: ‘Stay in bed then sweetie...if it gets worse...ring me at work and I’ll come home after lunch and take you to the doctor’...done and mum was gone.
Andy my younger step brother; the prick knew something was up. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. I definitely didn’t want the slime balls fingers on me let alone his balls anywhere near me. Stepbrothers...yuck. But he had soccer selection trials today and was out the door for the school bus: on time.
Steven my step dad was leaving in half an hour for the airport and an interstate conference ...he was a wholesale distributor for medical supplies. So the place would be clear and all I would have to do was drive myself to mall. Life is a cinch and manipulation is a game; when you are cunning smart alec like me.
I was listening from my room for Steve to go...he was leaving it tight ...given the airport highway traffic. Piss off now...crossed my agitated mind.
I was still in my skimpy sexy nightie...a practice run for my new boyfriend Corey...got to love buying direct off the internet...mum had no idea how frickin revealing this piece was...it was pink and see through around my sweet happy titties...the fabric was actually a nipple turn on...so soft and sheer and it moved gently over my so sensitive teats...No k**ding. While the matching thong held the suggestion of more than it covered like any decent thong should.
Shit Steve was cutting it fine...I needed to dress and get my makeup and hair done and get to the sale.
There was a polite knock at my bedroom door...I thought Steve is playing dad and checking on me before he leaves....okay let’s get this over with quickly.
“Tamara...Tammy...can I come in”...now the Tammy bit grated a bit...he wasn’t my real dad...who I only saw in the college holidays now he lived interstate...Tammy...was his name for me.
“Okay” I said pulling the doona cover up over my breasts.
I held the edge in place... as he came in.
Steve had something small and slender in his hand ...it was cherry red and a bit stubby and bulb shaped... I realised it was a frickin thermometer. Okay I processed that. In his other hand he had a small jar of K-Y Jelly. Well I wasn’t processing that beyond...he could stick his fingers up his own arse...the prick....What was he thinking?
“I cancelled attending the conference to look after you” he said smoothly.
The dirty bastard was all I thought.
“Look, let’s take your temperature and see if you need the doctor” he added that with a dose of smooth fake sincerity.
I opened my mouth like a good girl.
“Ah Ah” he said shaking his head for additional effect, “We need the most accurate reading”
“Pardon me” I said shocked, “Just what do you have in mind”
“Tammy” he said authoritatively “The most accurate temperature measure is rectal”
“No way” I pulled the doona cover up to my neck and clenched it very firmly.
“Ah... So you are faking it...Sally won’t be happy when she finds out”
Arsehole I thought...playing the stressed out mummy card.
“Look leave it with me...I’ll do it myself and you come back in five minutes okay...If it’s going in my butt... It’s going in privately... Okay?”
He didn’t hesitate the prick like he had rehearsed every objection I might come up with before entering my room: “I don’t think so...I suspect you will rub it or shake it or stick it under your arm to get the temperature up or even turn on your room heater in desperation.”
Then Steve added the despicable: “You can trust me.”
The sly smarmy bastard was very determined to see my tight arse crack and insert a thermometer and probably more into me...No don’t get me wrong...I’m no young prude...but I don’t finger my own arse and its currently not available to boyfriend’s fingers or cock either...I am happy with my coochie being filled and mutual oral sex. Who did this sleaze think he was and more to the point: What the frick did he think I was doing with any boyfriend?
“Mum won’t like it” I said with certainty. I don’t know where that came from but I realised it was the number one defence in the step daughters armory, up against the basically if not technically taboo advance.
“Already covered...Sally said I could take your temperature before she left”
“Oh come on” I got straight back, “You expect me to believe you said to mum...I’ll check Tamara’s fever... I’ll shove a thermometer up her arse?”
He hesitated; Got you by the balls you unscrupulous arsehole, I thought. Now leave so I can go shopping.
He pulled his mobile from his pocket...”Okay let’s ring mum and you can tell her you won’t have your temperature taken and I’ll drive you...you little faking Miss straight to school and sign you in personally”
I wanted to shop.
“Okay “I said...I could still get good bargains at the boutique even if I arrived late...”But only if I do it under the doona...you can stay in the room...but over by the door”
“Smart try” he said’ “But your vaginal temperature is slightly higher than your mouth...it’s your anus sweety and I need to do it”
The prick’s dirty plan had made me sweaty and bothered with the doona tight around my body...my core temperature might surprise us both...
“Well I’m not taking anything off and I’ll roll myself over before you start okay”
“Fine by me Tam...I’m just being a good dad...if you are sick...we’ll get you to the doctor early...rather than later” He knew I was lying ...yet he played out the lie.
I watched as he diligently lubed the end of the thermometer ...it had a flexible tip...and it was thin. Still it was my arsehole and he was my step dad.
“Tammy...I’ll explain what I’m doing before I start...no surprises okay...I’m not perving on your butt okay...I’ll respect your buttocks privacy...the lube is in case you tighten up and have a restrictive reaction to the process...the thermometer will be inserted about two inches and needs to say in place for one minute okay”
I shook my head vigorously and then added; finding my voice:
“No this is sick...You are sick...Besides you don’t have any latex gloves” I smiled: had him knackered at the crucial moment.
He was trapped for sure...he wanted his hands on my arse and more...problem was once hands got on my arse or a finger in my pussy...I was jelly in any guys hands and pleasure was my only thought...Fuck the power of human sexual response...Fuck the soft skin on my butt...so little touch triggers a frickin avalanche of internal desire to screw.and be screwed.
“Oh you mean these “and he pulled a pair of disposable gloves from his pocket and carefully put them on. Then added: “Okay roll onto your stomach and butt up and open your legs... just a bit”
I thought I’m still in control here...he has gloves...it’s only the tip of a purpose designed rectal thermometer going into my pucker hole...If he crosses the frickin line...I’ll ...Well I would...
All this was firming in my mind as I rolled over...dropped the doona cover and spread my butt thighs just a bit... Steve would be greeted with no standard cotton nightie...How would he react?... I was thong sexed up...my practice run for Corey.
“Very nice “was all he said...I knew he could see through the sheer lingerie fabric and the tapering thread of my pink g-string ... and too much of my fetching bum was on display...Hell, I knew all this without needing a mirror.
My mind was running: Nice what?...negligee...g –string or butt cheeks...probably the lot, the sod.
I didn’t know what it was going to feel like...but I knew I had to stay icily composed...play frigid...who was I k**ding...this was an impossible ask for an eighteen year old sexually active female...
Steve eased my g-string slightly to the side...the tug sending a short wave of pleasure across my coochie lips as the fabric tightened and squashed them...yum...but I didn’t react for him or for myself... a supreme act of will....
The thermometer was touching my arsehole...one minute he said...I could feel his fingers in the latex applying the minutest amount of pressure and sliding touch to my rump...the prick so carefully added to it by seemingly infinitesimal gradations...but he knew and I knew...and the cunning bastard knew I knew...as my arse wriggled slightly ...it craved the touch , however slight...and once started my peachy bum had to have more...it’s just frickin human nature.
A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips before I closed them tight...fuck my body’s response to a sweet interesting sensation as the thermometer eased into my wrinkled balloon knot... well I had checked out its puckered design in a mirror along with the rest of my sensational sensitive gear below...in a recent shave...
Shit I hadn’t shaved for a while and knew I had stubble...still he couldn’t see that... could he?
“Tam...I need one minute...now don’t wriggle your arse about”
Who was he k**ding...everything below my waist was geared for action ...with a thermometer in my butt...the scheming prick was moving it about ever so slightly...but my crack had such sensitive nerves as I was discovering...that any slight movement had me wanting more...I was wriggling and also I realised I was mattress humping...rubbing my pussy into the sheet below me... happy dry grinding.
The thermometer was out...Steve’s finger was just as quickly replacement in, I went “Oh.”
And my own fingers were searching for my clitty underneath me in the same instance.
My step dad had his finger in my arse...I liked it...I wanted it there...please I thought don’t take it out...
“Are you okay...can I keep my finger in” he said.
“You can do what you like “I said and meant it...it was delightful.
I realised the bastard had the glove off and had lubed his finger...smart experienced prick...he was actually quite shallow...but it was sensational...so sensitive around my rim.
“Tamara...I want you to kneel ...is that okay”
Hell anything was okay in my pursuit of new pleasure.
I was kneeling...my butt in his face...he was licking my arsehole with his tongue tip...it was amazing...I was moaning.
“You will enjoy it more if you finger your clit” he said.
I had my fingers doing their circular love job on my joy button.
Everything was in over drive...my clit...my arsehole...my whole sense of my body and life ...I was actually feverish with pulsating ripples of pleasure through my pussy and around my really sensitive crack. He swapped between licking my pussy with wide swathes of his tongue, to getting his tongue tip in the pit of my butthole.
Steve also got a fingernail scr****g along and teasing the narrow responsive flesh that divides my two happy holes...his finger building a sweet rubbing pressure and occasional scratch... it was expressively delightful.
I was close to bringing myself to an orgasm...when Steve’s tongue swept directly over my fully aroused clit...sweep after delicious sweep and I came with a series of loud moans and collapsed down onto my bed...
He held me a soft embrace...unlike any young guy I had been with and whispered in my ear...
“You are so lucky “ he said “ to be young and open to new experiences...your twin wondrous holes of life should always be ready for sharing...never hide them...they are your bodies passport to a truly fulfilling life...the beauty of sex...the complete exploration of self...embrace it...Tamara”
“Yeah “I said “That was fully sick”
“Whoa ...if you didn’t like it... I won’t...ever again... I promise” he said, sounding worried.
“Oh you aged dill” I said “It was FULLY SICK...it slang for awesome...absolutely great”
“Oh in that case...any time you are sick...let me know”
“Mmm” I said “I think I’ll need another day home tomorrow...but right now...you can drive me to a sale...”
I stripped off my lingerie and got dressed... right there in front of Steve... No cares....No secrets.
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