Welcome Back, Zoey"James!" Zoey's high-pitched voice rang out as the aforementioned teen stepped out of the house.
The blond-haired boy caught the excited child when she ran and leaped into his arms. He didn't mind her snowy, black boots getting the thighs of his gray jeans slightly wet. He just shook her from side to side and put her back down, his 5'7 stature towering over her 4'4. Then he helped her take off her maroon backpack and put it around his arm. "Hey, kiddo," he said with a smile. Their father walked by with luggage in his hands. He closed the door to keep the house warm. When the coast was clear, James knelt down and removed the hood of her white jacket, revealing a thick ponytail. Then he kissed his stepsister's soft lips. The brunette 9-year-old put her black-gloved hands on the boy's shoulders. Their mouths were closed the whole time, but they kept their lips together for four seconds. He broke the kiss and they beamed at each other for a moment. Then James led the girl into the house and upstairs. "I made you something in art class, James," Zoey said after removing her jacket. She raised the sleeve of her red snowflake sweater and revealed two bracelets. The colorful beads on the bracelets were clear and had no pattern of colors. She pulled one off and gave it to him. "Awww, thanks, bae!" He put it on his left wrist. "You're welcome." With a smile, Zoey sat on her black basketball comforter and pulled off her suede boots. Her feet were pink and wet from the snowy outdoors. Then she pulled off the remaining bracelet and rolled up her blue stonewash jeans. Lifting her left leg, she unintentionally pointed her foot at James and slid it through the bracelet. Then she looked to see him staring at her curled toes with interest. She grinned wickedly and wiggled her bare toes at him. Smiling, James sat beside his stepsister and put both of her moist feet on his lap. The boy softly massaged the left foot, providing warmth for the girl's cold digits. And loving the feel of her smooth skin. His big hands gently caressed the pink sole of Zoey's foot and his fingers sometimes separated her toes. Before moving onto the other foot, James drew a line up her sole with a finger, making her flinch. For a moment, the teen simply admired the beauty before him. The 9-year-old feminine foot that was in his hands. The way her pale skin contrasted with her pink toes and sole. The ankle bracelet she made. And her toenail design was icing on the cake. "Nice nails," he commented. The girl's toenails were white, each with a blue flower near the corner that was pointed towards the bigger toe. The big toenail included a blue stem. "Yeah, Mom had them done for me yesterday." Zoey laid down with her head on a pillow while her stepbrother intently massaged her right foot. She sighed when he almost completely covered her foot in his big, warm hands. Looking at him, she dug her left foot up his white plaid sweater and pressed it against his stomach. She rubbed his abdomen with her curling toes. "I miss this, James," Zoey said. "What? My massages?" "Yeah, and feeling on your stomach." She sat up and put a hand under his shirt. Her hand caressed the teen's belly, her fingers stroking the valley of his abs. She reached up to feel his pecs. The door opened, causing the two to immediately separate. Zoey scooted a few feet away from James while the 17-year-old quickly lowered his shirt. Their father poked his head in to see his children innocently staring back at him. "Zoey, you get to choose tonight's dinner," he said. "What should we have?" "Can we have some steak and stuffing?" "Sure." The man left the room, leaving Zoey and James to look at each other and nervously chuckle. After unpacking all of Zoey's stuff, she and James went to the park to play basketball. The sky was gray, casting the outside in dull light. They were the only ones on the paved court. Zoey dribbled the ball past the taller teen and made a clean shot. "That's 16-14," the girl announced. When James got the ball, he ran to his stepsister's left. She instantly blocked his path. He moved right, then faked a left, and launched the ball from the 3-point line. The ball circled the rim and went in. "17-16 now!" "Oh, you wanna make 3-pointers, huh?" The preteen attempted to fake left, but James stuck to her. She dribbled the ball to her left, but he was quick to move in front of her again. Zoey rushed to the right and spun around, nearly shaking her pursuing opponent. However, James' foot remained in her path. She tripped over that foot and fell hard, her face thankfully hitting the ball instead of the pavement. Immediately, the teen got down by her side. "Zoey!" he cried in concern. The girl groaned in pain, not bothering to get up. Feeling guilty for hurting his stepsister, James helped her up. "Zoey, are you...?" Before he could finish talking, the 9-year-old girl rushed towards the court and made a 3-point shot. "Are I winning? Yep! 19-17." She passed the ball. With a growl, James rolled his eyes at himself. He faked Zoey out and made his way towards the hoop. The girl tagged along and got in front of him. He faked right and took a shot. The ball bounced off the backboard and into Zoey's waiting hands. She moved into position and shot from the 3-point line. The ball bounced on the rim and went in. "Yes! Zoey wins! Zoey wins!" "Good game," James said sarcastically, "at least before you cheated." He went to retrieve the ball from the grass, followed by his stepsister. "Awww, but it was so cool when you rushed over to help me. You were like my hero, James." She pulled his arm until he lowered himself. "And I love you for it." With that, she kissed his cheek. "Even if I did beat you." "Yeah, yeah. But I love you more," he said with confidence as they walked out of the park. "Oh, really?" "Yep. You're my Baby Sis. I gotta love you." Smiling Zoey felt her face get warm and her cheeks get red. Not because of the game or the winter air. Hearing her stepbrother call her 'Baby Sis' was her favorite sound. "And I can always make you blush when I say that." "Hey, no fair. I don't have a nickname that makes you blush." "No kidding, Kidlock. That's because I love you more. End of." "Hey! That�s really not fair!" She crossed her arms and pouted. "But... I DO love you." "Aww," he pet her ponytail. "Of course you do, pumpkin. I just love you more, okay? Okay." "No!" James laughed and stopped walking to kiss her forehead. "Why so serious, Baby Sis?" "Because I love you more! Big Brother!" James suddenly got serious, showing that her nickname for him had no effect. Zoey stared back at him. This went on for a while before Zoey broke into a grin. "Baby Sis used Nickname. It's not very effective." They continued walking. "Jaaaaames!" "Babyyyy... Sis! I know you love me. You love me more than anything and anyone! You love me from my awesome blond hair to my handsome face, to the guns," he paused to flex his right arm, "to my sexy abs, and so on and so forth! I know and I believe you, baby!" Zoey gave him a look of disbelief. Then silently continued to walk beside him. "Okay, okay, we love each other equally. Deal?" "Deal," Zoey said happily, looping her left arm around his free one. "And tonight, I'll let you show me how much you really love me," James said with a salacious smile. "He-he. Why tonight? Why not right now?" "Ummm, we're in the streets. Where people can see us?" "Psshh. True love will beat anything, even being outside. Watch this." A quick look around, and Zoey leaped onto the taller boy and hugged his torso. Caught off guard, James was knocked into a pile of snow, bringing the girl down with him. On top, Zoey landed a series of fast, loud kisses all over his face. Not caring about the people across the street walking by and staring. "Okay, okay, okay, okay, stop!" James giggled. Zoey stood and let him up. Then helped him brush the snow off his brown jacket. The two of them walked the rest of the way home. After dinner, Zoey decided to take a shower. When she got out of the bathroom, James was just coming upstairs. They locked eyes and smiled wickedly. Spreading her feet, she opened the towel and rolled her hips in a circle for her stepbrother. James watched the 9-year-old wiggle her hips, his mouth watering at the sight of her pale belly. He walked over, hoping their father would stay downstairs. Then watched as the girl wrapped her towel around her chest and teasingly wagged a finger at him. She did, however, reach under the towel and bring her finger back up to his face. He sucked her index finger clean of the sweet juice that was there. He sucked it so hard that she actually had to make an effort to pull it back out. James then got on his knees and bent down to kiss her right foot. Zoey pulled that foot back, and the boy kissed the left foot. The girl stepped that foot back, and James crawled to kiss her right foot. To her amusement, they kept this up for seven more steps until she reached her bedroom door. With a giggle, Zoey pulled her towel off and whacked James over the head with it. Then she rushed into her room and closed the door, barely giving her stepbrother a glimpse of her nude body. James retreated to his room and took his shirt off. Now, he was only wearing white socks and a gray pair of sweatpants that he changed into after the basketball game. He gripped the tall, standing mirror that was in a corner and moved it to the wall opposite the open door. Next, he picked up a pair of 30 lb dumbbells and stood before the tall bedroom mirror. One after the other, he began doing curls with both arms. Later, Zoey walked out of her room and down the hall to find her stepbrother's door open. She poked her head into the room and admired his physique from behind. His back muscles contracted repeatedly as he lifted the pair of weights. She walked into the room, catching James' eye and smiling at his reflection. James noticed that she had let her black hair down to her back. More importantly, she was wearing his Jets football jersey with nothing else, which always made his heart skip a beat. The green shirt reached down to her knees as she walked. He turned his head to watch her sit on the plain, red-sheeted bed to his right. Zoey made sure to pull the jersey down slightly to block everything beyond her kneecaps. Naturally, the teen's eyes locked onto her bare legs. From his point of view, the girl may or may not have been wearing underwear. Zoey crossed her legs, causing the boy to instantly look at her mock angry face. The girl swung her legs back and forth, watching the 17-year-old work out just 5 feet away. Her eyes locked onto his flexing right arm, admiring the thickness. Those brown eyes looked up and met his. He gave a cocky smirk and flexed for her, prolonging the curl to show off his right arm. She calculated that the biceps were the size of baseballs. Then he put the weights down and struck a pose in the mirror with both arms flexing and his fists near his head. Zoey rolled her eyes at this. Next, James picked up the dumbbells and turned to face her. Now she had a full view of his buff torso as he continued his workout. Seeing that his stepsister was focused on his pecs, he stopped lifting and made the one on the left bounce for her. He did the same with the right. The girl's eyes lit up when he repeatedly jiggled both of his pectorals at the same time. "Remember how you used to always pick me up with one arm?" Zoey asked suddenly. James stopped lifting. "Yep. You were like 5 and like," the teen changed his voice to one more childish, "'James! James! Let me swing from your arm like a monkey!'" Zoey smiled and walked. "Do you think you could still do it?" James looked her up and down and set his weights down. "Probably. Let's see." He held his arm out for the girl to hold onto. When she did, he lifted his arm. Or at least he tried to lift it. With all his strength, he could pick up his sister no more than a few inches off the ground. "Sorry, sis. I guess those extra 4 years weigh you down." "Oh, they didn't weigh me down; they made you weaker," Zoey retorted. The girl remained standing, feeling on the boy's muscles. She needed both hands to properly wrap around it. The girl was astonished at how solid the biceps were. She rested her head on his arm and smiled up at her stepbrother. There were footsteps just outside, causing Zoey to hop back onto the bed. Their father opened the door and step a foot in. He was wearing a black coat and hat. "Well, I'm off. Zoey, it's a school night, so you're in bed by 10:00." "'Kay. Bye, Daddy." "Bye," James said. When the unsuspecting father left the room, Zoey and James listened closely for the downstairs door to slam. When they felt their father leave home, they rushed down the hall to their father's room. Using the hall light, they walked into the dark bedroom and looked out the window. After a while, their father's car pulled out of the driveway. As the car drove out of sight, James rested his chin on his stepsister's right shoulder. Zoey nuzzled her head against his before backing her body into him. He kissed her cheek and whispered: "So... are you really not wearing underwear under these shorts?" He flickered tongue teasingly over her earlobe. "Hmmmm, maybe not," she cooed, turning around. She wrapped a leg around him and ground her pelvis into his long leg. When he knelt down for a kiss, she sucked on his tongue and bit his lip, pulling away with her teeth. Pressing her lips to his, she wrapped her arms around his neck. James scooped her up while she wrapped her legs around him. Next, he hauled her out of their father's room. James broke the kiss so he could see his way through the hall. The preteen rested her head on his muscled chest, already missing his kiss. Though she did love being carried by her big, strong stepbrother. As soon as she felt him stop, she lifted her head for more kisses. The teen boosted her up and gladly obliged. The two of them remained in that spot for a while. James held her butt with both hands, caressing her small cheeks. Zoey rubbed her ankles up and down his thighs and held the sides of his face with her petite hands. He kissed her once more, intending to stop, but Zoey deepened the kiss. Her tongue dug into his mouth and explored with childish curiosity. The child wiggled in her stepbrother's arms until he let her go. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she nuzzled his belly with the side of her face. She loved the feel of her cheek rubbing against the valley of his abs. "Make it move for me, Big Brother," she requested. "Make your stomach flex for me." With his stepsister's face in his torso, James rippled his abs the way she liked. She purred as she rested against the teen's lower body. Her hands reached up to stroke his pecs, squeezing and running her blue fingernails along their thick skin. He made them jiggle in her hands. Her pink lips kissed his outie belly button before she flicked it with her tongue. Then her hand slipped into the waistbands of his pants and boxers, and yanked both down. James' stiff cock nearly whacked her in the face as it flung out. She made a triangle with her hands and moved it over his cock, then gradually put her hands together and held his hard manhood. "It's soo big," she cooed, smiling up at him. He smiled back, enjoying her compliment. According to a former girlfriend, it was actually shorter than average, but to a 9-year-old, it must have been huge. One of many reasons why he loved the younger girl. Zoey knelt down and kissed the tip of his cock. Next, she moved to the underside and gave it a long, slow lick all the way back up to the head. Without pulling her tongue away, she swirled around the tip. Both of her hands then wrapped around it and guided it into her mouth deeper and deeper. When it hit the back of her throat, she pulled it back out and rapidly stroked her saliva into the skin. "Baby sis, you jerk me off so good. Ahh, you're doing it just right, baby." The older boy leaned back, putting his hands on top of the girl's white 3-drawer dresser. His hands shook as her hands squeezed his manhood and pulled it back and forth. Leaning down, Zoey gave the tip of his dick an Eskimo kiss. And then she put it in her mouth, causing James to hiss. It fit snugly inside, so she bobbed her head back and forth. Slow at first, then suddenly fast, then slow again. Her fingernails came up and scratched at his thighs. "Oh, my god, you're perfect, Zoey! Baby Sis, take it all in your mouth! You suck it sooo good, cutie!" He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. Very slowly, she pulled back, only to lick round and around the head. Enjoying his praise, she put it back in. She took it as deep as she could without gagging. Fixing that position in her memory, she quickly bobbed up and down once more. With puppy dog eyes, the 9-year-old looked up at him. The girl watched as James threw his head back and bit his lip. He looked back down and watched the girl expertly suck him. Eventually, Zoey released him and stood on the bed. James caressed her legs, moving his hands from the backs of her knees to her heels. Then back up, sliding over to the front of her legs. The left hand went further up to the hem of his jersey. Even before touching it, James could feel the heat of her treasure warming up his hand. He heard a gasp. Figuring that it was one of pleasure, the 17-year-old continued to feel up his stepsister. But Zoey suddenly put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him away. "Mmm-mmm!" she teased with her head shaking. Then she sat down and lifted her right leg so her foot was near his face. "Suck," she commanded with a flex of her toes. Dutifully, James lowered his head and wrapped his lips around her big toe. Carefully, he bit her toe and whirled is tongue around it. His hands came into play and held her foot. The boy felt grateful that Zoey washed her feet; the bubblegum scent of the soap added something to his arousal that he couldn't quite name. He held her foot against his face like it was a velvet washrag, nuzzling his cheek into the sole. He licked up the bottom of Zoey's foot, tickling the girl. At the sight of her clenching toes, he moved back up there and, two by two, suckled each of her tiny toes into his mouth. That foot left his grip and was replaced by the other. James treated the girl's foot like a long lost pet, cuddling and planting kisses all over. His lips went from the heel, to the sole, to the bridge. He kissed the bottoms of each of her little toes from left to right, back to left. Then he moved up to the bridge, licking it up and up and up, to her ankles. Then kissing and softly biting his way back down. Happily, Zoey switched back to her right foot. The preteen sat up, watching her stepbrother's devotion to her bare feet. Her toes curled in response to a series of kisses for the center of her sole. Every once in a while, she would chuckle at his tickling actions. And laugh out loud when James put his lips around all but her big toe and wildly bobbed his head up and down, sucking them hard. Zoey pulled her feet away and stood on the bed. She then turned to lift the shirt to check his work without him seeing. �Hehee. You got me all wet!� With a big smile, the girl turned and folded the hem of the jersey in her hand, then used the material to wipe between her spread legs. Her hand blocked her nether regions from her stepbrother's view as she rubbed her wet cunt with his jersey. She rocked back and forth, bouncing on tiptoes, and moaned as the owner of the shirt watched. They made eye contact and she flicked her tongue over her bottom row of teeth. Then she pulled off the jersey and whirled it over her head like a lasso before tossing it to her sole audience member. James caught the shirt, and gawked at the wordless answer to his question. Standing before him was his 9yo stepsister in all of her glory. She stood with her right hand on her cocked hip and her left hand in the air. Her hair was partially draped over her shoulder. The boy buried his face in his jersey and sniffed. The sweet scent of little girl honey filled his nostrils and he let out a blissful sigh. Folding it a bit, he took a whiff of another region of the damp cloth. The aroma may have been stronger on that side. As he focused on that, he felt something rubbing up his leg. By now, Zoey was laying on the bed and grinning at him. Her left foot was caressing her stepbrother's leg. Her right foot soon came into play and both feet grabbed the jersey and tossed it aside. With a big smile, she directed her left foot up and down James' ankle. Her pointed toes slowly surfed higher and higher up the boy's leg, tickling his flesh along the way. Mischievously, Zoey settled for his pelvis, massaging all around it with her little foot. James bit his lip as his 9-year-old lover's blue toenails scratched the skin along his inner pelvis. His breathing would cease when she got close to his hard cock. Then he'd impatiently exhale when Zoey left. This went on and on. Zoey lifted her right foot and both feet fondled his pelvic region. Her heels slid back and forth along his waist, frequently bumping against his dick. Sometimes, she would rest the sole on her foot on his belly and drum her toes on his midsection. At the same time, her opposite foot would be busy elsewhere. Like teasing his inner thighs by rubbing just centimeters away from his cock. Finally, she flexed her toes again and again and gripped his cock between her feet. Very slowly, she dragged the sides of her feet along his hard shaft. Halfway done, she turned her feet so the bottoms of her toes were rubbing the warm flesh. When she reached the head. she moved her feet in a circle, playfully wiggling his cock around. "Now you can lick me," she suddenly commanded, putting her feet down. James froze, staring at the girl in shock. Zoey burst out laughing, kicking her legs. Then she held her ankles and clapped the pink soles of her feet, rolling back and forth and giggling. With a snarl, he lunged at his stepsister, tickling her rib cage. The child giggled rowdily, turning and kicking at him. His attacks went up and down her body, getting her legs and hips as she desperately tried to kick him away. "Hahaha...! James, stop it!" Zoey screamed. "I'm sor... hahahaha! James! I'm... sorry!" Zoey pressed her bare foot into James' chest and pushed him back. Only for him to come back and tickle her some more. She pushed him again, and he came right back. The third time, he grabbed her foot and nearly yanked the screeching girl right off the baby blue sheets of the bed. He grabbed her other foot and put both on either side of his excited cock, slowly thrusting back and forth between them. The 9-year-old simply looked on with a smile, no longer putting up a fight. When James let go of her feet, she continued to stroke his dick with them. In the meantime, she reached down between her legs and began to pleasure herself. Her fingers stroked her lower lips up and down. Moans escaped her lips as she focused on the boy in front of her. James made eye contact with his masturbating little lover. Then his focus moved down to her work. He unintentionally made her laugh when a strand of drool fell out of his mouth and on his dick. The drool simply became lubricant for the footjob. It definitely made his cock a lot easier to slide through the 9yo feet. Soon, James put his stepsister's legs down and stared down at the beauty that was on the bed. He watched his stepsister seemingly read his mind and stop masturbating. Grinning, she gave the 'come here' signal with a finger that was just in her cunt. Then spread her legs and rested her hands behind her head. The 17yo knelt between the thin legs. "Now I can lick you," he grinned. Wasting no more time, James put his face in the fragrant opening. His tongue teased along the left part of her labia, rolling in a circle that spanned both inside and outside of the plump flesh. "Oh, James, that's it," the child moaned. "Mmm, lick me good. Lick me up." Zoey put her hand in her stepbrother's head and ran her fingers through it. Her fingers curled and tugged at it when she felt a hot tongue rapidly flicker along her sensitive clit. She put her pinky in her mouth and bit it while watching him work on her. James' eyes stared right back at her. His tongue stroked along her slit, scooping up the honey that was spilling out. He brought his tongue up to her clit, where she could see. While she watched, he stretched his tongue as much as he could and brought it back down. He felt young legs beginning to constrict him, but he held them apart and licked her slit even faster, bobbing his head. Taking a moment to spread the child's legs, James covered her entire slit with his mouth. He sucked and slurped on her pussy, drinking in her warm nectar. He moaned into her hole, sending vibrations inside that made Zoey shudder and try to shut her legs.. His hands went to her sides, allowing Zoey to instantly close her thighs over his head. He could feel her chest rapidly falling and rising. "James, come up here," Zoey said desperately, releasing his head. "I wanna do it now!" Zoey squirmed when her stepbrother licked her thighs clean of his saliva, nuzzling his blond hair against her belly. When he came up, she scooted down. On the way, she kissed down his neck, her long hair tickling his shoulder. She put her ear on his left pectoral muscle. Without having to prompt him, she felt it ripple against her skin. Again, she went down until her lower lips pressed against his cock. Lower, she went until she could come back up and sandwich his dick between their stomachs. James watched as his 9yo stepsister rubbed her flat belly all over the underside of his hard dick. He grinned as she looked up at him with not-so-innocent eyes. Her face got closer and closer to his, and always went back down, dragging her flesh up and down his dick. He raked his hands up her back. "I love you, Baby Sis. You feel so good, sweetie." Wordlessly, Zoey dug her blue fingernails into his pecs. She put her nose in his chest and moaned at the feeling of her wet pussy dragging along his bent cock. While grinding, she kissed and bit his skin. James squeezed her shoulders gently and turned his head in the black pillow. "James, I want this inside of me," Zoey announced, looking at him. She sat up and used the warm head of his cock to wipe off her juices. The 17yo held her upper arms and turned them over so he was on top. Zoey looked at him in confusion. "You gotta kiss me first," he said impishly. The preteen lifted her head to do what he asked. Zoey's little tongue made its way into his mouth. Her left hand reached up to play with his hair. The right hand felt down his torso, reaching for his cock. James simply moved her hand. She whined into the kiss and pushed him off. |