Hookup at the Family Reunion

The family reunion at my dad’s new lake house was a chaotic sprawl of relatives I barely knew, mixed with the humid buzz of a summer afternoon. I was 29, single, and already dreading the inevitable small talk when I saw her—Chloe, my new stepsister, whom I’d never met until today. Dad had remarried six months ago, and Chloe, his new wife’s daughter, was a last-minute addition to the guest list. She was a vision: blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, a flimsy sundress clinging to her curves, her big tits straining against the fabric. Our eyes locked across the crowded backyard, and her playful smirk hit me like a lightning bolt.

“Hey, you must be Jake,” she said, sauntering over with a glass of lemonade, her hips swaying just enough to make my mouth dry. “I’m Chloe. Guess we’re family now.”

“Guess so,” I said, trying to keep my cool as her gaze flicked over me, lingering a beat too long. “How’re you handling this circus?”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to my groin. “Barely. Too many aunts asking if I’m married yet. You?”

“Dodging Uncle Bob’s fishing stories,” I said, grinning. “Wanna team up and survive this together?”

“Deal,” she said, her fingers brushing mine as she handed me a beer. That touch lingered in my head for the rest of the afternoon.

We stuck close, trading jabs and dodging nosy relatives. By dinner, we were squeezed together at a packed picnic table, the long tablecloth hiding our legs. As Cousin Lisa droned on about her new job, Chloe’s hand landed on my thigh under the table. My breath caught.

“What’re you doing?” I whispered, my voice tight as I glanced around. No one noticed, too caught up in their ribs and potato salad.

“Having fun,” she murmured, her fingers creeping higher, grazing the bulge in my jeans. My cock stirred, already thickening under her touch. “You okay with that, big brother?”

“Jesus, Chloe,” I muttered, my face burning as I tried to nod along to Dad’s toast across the table. Her hand unzipped my jeans, slipping inside to grip my shaft. I was big—bigger than most, I’d heard—and her eyes widened slightly, a wicked glint in them as she felt me.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” she whispered, her voice dripping with mischief. She started stroking, slow and teasing, her palm slick with the precum leaking from my tip. I gripped my fork, forcing a smile as Grandma asked me about my job. Chloe’s handjob under the table was torture, her fingers working me with agonizing precision. My cock throbbed, and I had to clench my jaw to stay quiet.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” I hissed, my voice barely audible.

“You love the risk,” she shot back, her thumb circling the head of my cock, making my hips twitch. She wasn’t wrong. My pulse pounded, the thrill of her touch mixing with the fear of someone noticing. I was close, my balls tightening, but then Aunt Susan stood up to clear plates, and Chloe pulled her hand away, leaving me aching.

“Tease,” I mouthed, and she winked, licking her fingers like it was nothing.

By 9 p.m., the older crowd was winding down, and the younger ones had drifted to the lake’s edge. Chloe grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the boathouse with a giggle that made my blood run hot. “C’mon, Jake. Let’s get some air.”

Inside, the boathouse smelled of wood and lake water, the moonlight casting shadows through the windows. She shoved me against the wall, her lips crashing into mine, hungry and urgent. I kissed her back, my hands roaming her body, cupping her big tits through her dress. Her nipples were hard under my thumbs, and she moaned into my mouth.

“God, you’re trouble,” I said, yanking her dress straps down to free her breasts. They were perfect, full and soft, and I sucked one into my mouth, making her gasp.

“Jake, I want you,” she panted, her hands fumbling with my belt. My jeans dropped, my cock springing free, thick and hard. Her eyes lit up, and she sank to her knees, her lips brushing the tip.

“Fuck, Chloe,” I groaned as she took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft. She sucked me deep, her hands stroking the base, and I gripped her hair, guiding her. Her mouth was warm, wet, and perfect, and I was already teetering on the edge from her earlier teasing.

“Stop,” I gasped, pulling her up. “I need you now.”

She grinned, hiking her dress up to reveal no panties, her pussy glistening in the dim light. “Like what you see?” she teased, spreading herself with her fingers.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, lifting her onto a workbench. I spread her thighs, lining myself up, and pushed into her slowly. She was tight, her wet pussy gripping me like a glove, and we both moaned as I filled her.

“God, your cock’s so big,” she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders. I thrust into her, steady at first, then harder, the workbench creaking under us. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I sucked them again, making her arch against me.

“Harder, Jake,” she begged, her voice raw. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I didn’t hold back, pounding into her, her moans echoing in the boathouse. Her pussy clenched around me, slick and hot, and I felt her shudder as she came, her cries muffled against my neck. “Yes, fuck, Jake,” she gasped, her body shaking.

I was close, my balls tight as I fucked her through her orgasm. “Chloe, I’m gonna—” I started, but she cut me off.

“Cum on me,” she demanded, sliding off the bench and dropping to her knees. I stroked myself twice, and then I came, my cumshot splashing across her big tits, gleaming in the moonlight. She moaned, rubbing it into her skin, her eyes locked on mine.

“Fuck, that was insane,” she said, catching her breath. I pulled her up, kissing her hard, tasting the salt of my own release on her lips.

“We should get back,” I said, my legs shaky as I helped her fix her dress. Her grin was pure mischief.

“Think we can sneak away again tomorrow?” she asked, her tone playful as we slipped out of the boathouse.

“Bet on it,” I said, my mind already racing with possibilities.

The reunion lasted two more days, and Chloe and I found every excuse to steal away. By the time we parted ways, I knew meeting my stepsister had changed everything.