Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Citizen of the world
|Introduction: I am reposting this story I wrote last summer. I have had a lot of requests for a sequel and am in the process of writing it. In the meantime I thought it'd be a good idea to put the first part up so everyone could refresh their memories|
I have to begin this story with a little bit of background, so bear with me. My parents were divorced when I was six and as is usually the case, I ended up living with my mother. Mom turned out to be something of a flake, so four years later when my father retired from the Air Force, it was decided by the family court that he would be granted sole custody. I haven’t any biological siblings and for the most part I liked it that way. Being the only child of a working parent means you can get away with a lot of things. I was ten years old at the time my dad took me in and I was fourteen when he decided to remarry.
My new stepmother, Mary, had one daughter from a previous marriage who was two years my junior. I was none to happy when my father announced the news of his upcoming wedding because this meant that I would now have this bratty little 12 year old girl to deal with. As I remember, Aimee wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of me being around either. At the beginning, we tried to stay out of each others way as much as possible. Our parents however, were having none of that and pushed us together as often as they could. After a while it was inevitable and we started to get closer. It took a few months but eventually we became thick as thieves. Suddenly we found ourselves sitting with each other for hours on end. Mostly we would just talk about what our lives had been like before our parents got together. Sometimes she would mention a boy she liked, or I would mention a girl.
About six months after Mary and my dad were married; they decided that we should have more space. We moved from our 3 bedroom apartment into a much bigger home. The bigger home came with a much bigger mortgage though. The decision was made that my stay at home step mom would return to her old job as an accountant with her former employer. I was fifteen now and Aimee was thirteen. Our parents felt we were both old enough to take care of ourselves while the two of them were at work. This meant that we had the house to ourselves everyday, usually until 7 or 8 pm every day. During the school year, things went on pretty much like normal. It wasn’t until our first summer break that I noticed Aimee was starting to get pretty hot.
By early summer and Aimee’s fourteenth birthday, she had turned from a somewhat bratty tomboy into a sexy young girl. She was already about 5’ 5” with this long mane of straight blonde hair. Her body was slim but pleasantly curvy and her legs were long and toned. I was surprised one night after she finished showering to find one of her bras left sitting in our shared bathroom. I couldn’t resist looking at the tag to see the size and I remember being quite impressed that she was a 36 C.
I forgot to mention earlier, at that time we were living in Las Vegas Nevada. Now, anyone who’s ever lived in Vegas will tell you that summertime there can be swelteringly hot. Temperatures there can easily reach over 110 degrees by mid day. This being the case, Aimee and I spent most of our days indoors together watching TV or playing video games. When we weren’t doing that, we could usually be found out by the backyard swimming pool. We were the only ones in our circle of friends who owned a pool so sometimes Aimee would invite some of her volleyball teammates over for swim parties I really used to love it when all the girls would lie face down, in a nice neat row, on their towels with their bikini tops unfastened and their bottoms pulled up high to avoid tan lines. I had friends too, but this was one of those things I was being selfish about. I kind of liked being the only guy in a pool full of bikini clad teenaged girls. Besides, the presence of a lot of boys would have made the girls more inhibited and I would probably have missed out all those occasional booby slips when one of girls shifted position.
Most every night after the folks got home from work they’d eat the dinner we had saved for them in the oven and watch a couple hours of TV. Usually by 9:30 or 10 o’clock they’d toddle off to their room and go to sleep. During the summer though, Aimee and I became night owls. Sometimes we weren’t in bed until it started to get light outside. It was one of those nights when the relationship between us became something more than just step brother and step sister.
The first hint I got that something was up was several weeks prior when Aimee’s night time attire began to get more and more scant. She had gone from wearing loose fitting pajamas to wearing shorts and t shirts. From there she stopped wearing shorts and switched to bikini panties. After that her bras disappeared and her t shirts became short cotton camisoles with spaghetti straps. When we sat together watching TV I noticed her moving closer until finally she would just sit with her legs draped across my lap. She also didn’t seem to mind when I put my arm around her. She’d just move in closer and rest her head on my chest. She would always wear one of those sweet, fruity smelling body sprays that young girls seem to like. Truth be known, I liked the way they smelled on her too. Her freshly shampooed hair always felt so silky and her legs so smooth and soft. I wanted her so bad that I couldn’t handle it anymore. I sat for a moment and waited for her to look up at me. When she did, I threw caution to the wind and I kissed her.
I knew from our talks in the past that outside of those friendly kisses on the cheek that Aimee had never kissed a boy before. And since this is a TRUE STORY, if I’m honest, I need to admit that I wasn’t exactly a man of experience either. I was half expecting her to run down the hall to the back bedroom and tell our sleeping parents that I had attempted to accost her. The last thing I was expecting was for her to part her lips slightly allowing me to slip her just a tiny bit of tongue. In a brief moment of panic I pulled away as if to say? WHAT HAVE I DONE?? But Aimee just smiled sweetly and brushed her hand gently over the side of my face. She didn’t need to say a word. In fact she didn’t. The look on her face told me that she felt it too. For a few seconds we just sort of stared into each others eyes. It was like we were both asking ourselves. Did that really just happen?? Until she leaned forward again, inviting another more passionate kiss.
What had started as just a kiss now became a full on make out session. After several minutes we remembered that we were out in the family room and our parents could wake up any minute. We both knew there’d be hell to pay if we were seen doing this but we also knew we didn’t wish to stop. Aimee pulled away first and stood up. She took hold of both my hands and urged me off the couch. I rose and followed her up the stairs, making sure to notice how the white cotton panties she was wearing accentuated the gentle curve of her delicious little derriere. At the top of the stairs, we paused again hand in hand, sort of silently trying to decide whether we were going into her room or mine.
I pushed open my bedroom door and stood aside allowing her to walk in ahead of me. The only furniture I had in there was my dresser, a chest of drawers, a computer desk, and my bed. It was pretty obvious where we were going to end up. Again she took me by the hand and led me to the edge of the bed. We kissed again and she sat on the edge looking up at me. She leaned back on her hands and smiled at me like, Whatcha gonna do now?? I had only had sex with one girl in my life and that was only a couple of times. Even though the noticeable bulge in my jogging shorts said otherwise, I found myself feeling a little bit nervous. I decided a good first step would be to at least sit down beside her. When I did, what had begun down in the family room began again.
Now that we knew we were behind closed doors and beyond our parent’s eyes, we became a little bolder. When I slipped my hand under her camisole and began to lift the front of it, Aimee made no attempt to stop me. Her breasts were firm and more perfect than I imagined with light pink areolas about the size of silver dollars. Her succulent, pencil eraser sized nipples stood erect and ready to be suckled. Once her top was off, she wrapped her arms around my neck and together we both lay back on the bed. I looked for a moment into her sparkling blue eyes which closed as I moved closer for another kiss. Aimee pulled at me now, urging me on top of her. I moved atop her onto my hands and knees while she lay beneath me wearing only her panties. Again, I paused to take in the view before lowering my mouth to one of her hardened nipples. As my tongue flicked it lightly, there was a contended sigh from Aimee.
In our past conversations, Aimee and I had always been very frank with each other. I knew, because she had told me, that she liked to masturbate and she wondered what it would feel like to have someone lick her down there. I had only tried that once and the girl I did it with seemed to like it so I decided to try it out on my step sister. After giving her breasts a good bit of play I worked my way down by slowing dragging my tongue down the front of her body. Now I was there between her thighs. The white cotton panties before me gave subtle hints about what was beneath but when I peeled them away the sight took my breath away. There was barely a wisp of silky blond pubic hair. Her outer lips were slightly plump and baby soft. She parted her legs for me so I could nestle between. When she did, I glimpsed the already moist light pink flesh that lay in the center of that perfect little fold. Gently, I parted her with my thumbs and tasted her sweet juices for the first time. As the tip of my tongue touched her tiny clit, I felt a shudder pass through Aimee’s body.
Aimee lifted her legs now so I could have complete access. I felt her hands move to the back of my head, gripping my hair, pulling me closer. Again, this time with more pressure, I passed my tongue over her engorged bud. With that, her body tensed and there was a soft moan of pleasure. I was far from being an expert but it seemed obvious I was doing something right, I thought it a good time to experiment a little. I decided to see what would happen if I sucked her clit into my mouth and worked it with my tongue. It only took about a minute of that and she was rocking her hips. Now it was time to add some finger action. Even though her pussy was soaking wet, it was unbelievably tight. Very slowly, I entered her with my index finger while continuing to work with my tongue. I felt her grip on my hair tighten as I did but she gave no indication that she didn’t like it. Now I began to slowly work the finger in and out. Pretty soon, I found that the faster my finger went the more she enjoyed it. After a couple more minutes of this, she thrust her hips forward almost convulsively. I felt her legs tighten around my head and she let out a squeal of ecstasy. Even though I was inexperienced, I knew that she had climaxed. When I stopped what I was doing, her body went limp. She lifted her and head up and looked at me with a satiated smile that told me I’d done a good job.
I lie still for a while and let Aimee settle back to earth, then moved back up beside her. I couldn’t stop looking her up and down. When I looked back up to her face, I noticed her eyes were fixed on the now very pronounced bulge under my shorts.
Can I see it?? She asked.
If you want to. I replied
As penises go mine’s about average. I’m just a little under seven inches I think, but when I revealed myself to Aimee, her eyes opened wide.
It’s BIG!? She exclaimed.
I had to laugh because I know she’d seen bigger on the internet. I shrugged off her compliment and said...
Eh, it’s not porn star big.
That’s when she asked. Can I touch it??
Again, I replied. If you want to.
Almost before I could get the words out, her hand was on it. It twitched reflexively with her first touch which caused her to giggle a bit. Then she wrapped her hand around and squeezed.
Does that feel good??
Yes, it does.
What’ll happen if I rub it?
Try it and see. I said.
Her hands looked tiny next to my cock, but they were much softer and smoother than my own. Even without the Vaseline that I liked to use for my private stroke sessions, they felt amazing. As she continued, a little droplet of precum appeared at the tip. With one finger she smeared it around the head. Again, my cock twitched. This seemed to fascinate her so she slid down for a closer look.
Does it do that a lot?? She asked
Without waiting for my answer she went back to long slow strokes I just lay there watching her. Pretty soon she scooted back up next to me and said the words I wanted to hear the most. It’s not that I wasn’t enjoying what she was doing. It was just that I kept thinking about that luscious little twat of hers so when she asked? Do you want to fuck me?? I replied with a definitive YES!!!
I eased Aimee over onto her back and gave her one of those long, slow; curl your toes kind of kisses as I moved over her and between her slender thighs. I lowered my body close to hers and almost instinctively, she wrapped legs around my waist. Her pussy was still very moist from the earlier lick session so all it took was a gentle push to enter her. I saw her bite her lip a bit as I slipped in so I paused and asked.
Are you OK??
Mmmm. I’m fine. She replied.
I like to think that if she hadn’t been ok, that I’d have done the considerate thing and stopped. Let’s just say I’m glad she didn’t put that to the test because once I got inside that delicious little vagina, I’m not sure I could have just pulled back out and called it an evening. Once she had all of me I pulled back and plunged down again. This caused Aimee to grunt slightly so I tried it again. I couldn’t even believe how good she felt and I really couldn’t believe that I was actually fucking my step sister. What we were doing felt so forbidden but I was beyond caring about that. I was too into how beautiful she was and how good she was making my dick feel. Before long we found a rhythm and were in the throws of sexual bliss.
I lifted my body up off of her to the traditional push up position and feasted on the view as my hardness moved in and out of that never before touched pussy. I looked at her face as I thrust deeply into her. Her eyes were closed tight, her mouth open. I knew that she’d be screaming right now if it weren’t for the fact that our parents were right below us in the downstairs bedroom. Aimee was doing more now than just laying back while I did the work. Now she was lifting her rocking her hips, fucking me back. She reached beside her head for a pillow, biting into it to muffle the sounds she wanted to let out but couldn’t. I picked up my pace now, I wanted to make her cum again before I let myself go. I could see the look on her face and feel her nails digging into my ass. I could tell she was close. Finally she covered her face completely with her pillow. I could hear the muffled cry as another climax slammed through her body. I think I surprised her when I stopped just long enough to roll her over on top of me.
As good as she looked lying beneath me. It was an even better view with her on top. She got the idea quickly and leaned over, pinning my arms down over my head with her hands. This brought those perky breasts of hers within easy reach of my tongue. It was all her now. I laid back and sucked on her nipples while she rode my cock. I could feel that familiar, pre-orgasmic ache emanating from my loins. It wouldn’t be long now. I could feel as the ache became a tingle. My body started to tense and my eyes rolled back. I could hear Aimee speaking to me softly.
Come on big brother... do it.
Aimee sat up now leaning back on her hands. I opened my eyes so I could watch her fuck me. Her pussy was beautiful all by itself but watching my cock slip in and out just pushed me past the point of no return. I exploded inside her with an almost primal growl. I threw my head backward against the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I looked back up at my sister whose eyes were opened wide. I not sure if she was expecting the sheer volume of my spew as it filled her. After it was over she slid back beside me and we fell asleep. The next thing I remember was waking up with Aimee still in my arms. I looked over at the clock. It was noon the next day. Our parents had been gone for several hours already. It’s just lucky they left without looking in on us.
I gave Aimee a kiss to wake her up. Our bodies were still covered with the previous night’s sex sweat. We rose together and walked hand in hand, still naked into the bathroom for a communal shower. There were still several hours left in this day and 6 more weeks till summer’s end. I had the feeling that Aimee and I had found a good new way to pass those long boring summer days.
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