STACEY AND TOMMY PART ONE

A Forest Park High School story by Derek Hoffnung

Tom Davies hadn't been so happy in a long time. Dad had recently

remarried and although Tom had initially had misgivings, he soon

realised that his new stepmother Janice had as much love to give

as his late mother. Janice was also stunningly attractive. More

than once the sixteen year old boy had covered his lap with his

hands to hide the bulging erection as Janice had tidied up around

him dressed only in panties, her heavy breasts swaying unfettered.

His dad was just as bad, often walking around the house naked,

oblivious to the furtive glances from Janice's daughter, Stacey.

Stacey was okay. She had joined Forest Park High School, from

junior school, when Tom started his fourth year, long before

their parents met. Tom couldn't honestly remember speaking to

her during the past two years. Now she had just started in the

third year and Tom had started his sixth and final year.

Tom rounded the corner of The Drive and headed the short distance

up Sedbourne Road to his house. His dad's car was in the driveway

with the boot open. Janice, in a tee shirt and very tight jeans,

was trying to pack a heavy case in the boot. She put the case

back down. Tom paused momentarily to watch as his stepmother

bent over, trying to fish something out from the front of the

boot. The faded jeans stretched tightly across her rump, her

panty line clearly visible.

"Are you going to stand there all day or come and help me?" She

said looking at Tom over her shoulder.

Tom dropped his school bags and went to help. He heaved the tyre

out and set it down on the ground.

"Dad put it in here after getting when we had a puncture."

He explained as he pulled up the carpet and lifted the

lid of the empty wheel well. "It should be in here." He grunted

as he heaved the wheel back into the boot and laid it in the

recess. "Now, there should be a plate thingy with a hole to go

over this rod, and a butterfly nut to hold it all together."

"Oh, there it is!" Janice said enthusiastically as she leaned

further in and shifted an old newspaper.

Tom tried not to groan as the side of her large breast pressed

firmly against his arm. Her tee shirt was stretched across her

back. He couldn't see a bra strap.

"Here!" She said triumphantly, handing her stepson the plate

and wing nut. She watched as he fitted the plate onto the

threaded rod and pushed it down over the wheel hub.

"Did you have football practise?" She asked as he tightened

the wing nut.

"Uh-huh. I scored a goal. Mr Clements said I could play in the

first team next week."

"Oh that's good. Stacey should be out of the shower by now if

you want one."

Tom could smell his sweaty football shirt. "Yeah, I think I

could do with one." He chuckled. "What time are you leaving?"

"Oh, not until half six so I'll be here to make supper."

"Great." Tom said. He hadn't been looking forward to cooking

for Stacey, or for that matter letting Stacey loose in the

kitchen. He had tasted the results of her domestic science

classes. Yuck!

Dad was taking Janice to see a new show in London and had

booked them a room in a very expensive hotel as an extra treat.

Both kids were responsible so his dad had no qualms about

leaving Tom in charge for the night. Tom picked up the street

map book from on top of the suitcase and handed it to his step-

mum before heaving the heavy case into the boot. It fitted.

"Thanks Tommy." She said. "Go and get your shower. I can

manage the rest."

"Hiya Dad!" He called to the pair of legs sticking out of the

cupboard.

"Oh, hi son. How did it go?" He called over his shoulder.

"I scored one and made the first team."

"Brilliant, well done. Tom, you haven't seen my A to Z have

you?"

"Yeah, mum has got it." He called her mum now and felt

comfortable with it. "She's putting it in the car."

"Bollocks! I've spent ten minutes in her looking for it!"

He crawled backwards out of the cupboard and stood up grinning.

"Women!"

Tom set his school bags down in the hall and went up the stairs.

He stopped on the landing and listened. No running water.

Music was playing in Stacey's room and her door was closed.

"Bloody Adonis again!" He thought to himself. The girl was

besotted by the boy band. "She'll wear the CD out before long."

The bathroom door was ajar but he stopped short of pushing it

further open and stared though the gap, his jaw gaping open.

Stacey was still in the bathroom drying herself. Her fair hair

was wet and looked a shade darker as it dripped water slowly

onto her bare shoulders. She held a bath sheet in front of her

and gently patted her small breasts dry. The stimulation from

the towelling made her nipples erect. Tom stifled a gasp as she

reached behind and pulled the bath sheet from side to side

across her back. The downy fuzz of her neat triangle of pubic

hair was only just visible. For a fleeting second he had the

impression that her delicate inner folds were protruding from

between her puffy outer labia.

She saw him. She shrieked. The door slammed shut in his face.

"Sorry!" He called through the door. "I wanted to take a pee

and shower. I thought you were in your room."

Stacey opened the door and pushed passed him, the bath sheet

wrapped securely around her and a red flush in her cheeks. For

a second he thought she was going to run downstairs and tell her

mother. Stacey tried to look sternly at him over her shoulder,

but was betrayed by the flicker of a smile that played across

her lips. She huffed a sigh that she hoped would signify her

disapproval, but it came out more like a pant. She gave up and

went to her room.

The bathroom was hot and humid. Tom pulled off his Forest Park

football shirt and used it to wipe the condensation from the

bathroom mirror. He grinned. Dirty streaks marked the side of

his face. He checked his hands. His fingers were black from

handling the spare wheel.

He wiped his hands on the red and navy shirt, intending to drop

it in the laundry basket. Instead he sat on the toilet seat

and looked thoughtfully at Stacey's white school blouse on top

of the pile of dirty washing. He moved the blouse and her white

socks to one side. Bingo! He pulled out her navy blue knickers

and studied them. The white cotton gusset was lightly stained

he pressed it to his nose and took a good long sniff. He

wondered if... Full House! He found a pair of Janice's panties

half way down the basket. The staining was heavy and they smelt

different, dark and musky. More sensual. Tom closed his eyes

and amused himself by sniffing one crotch and then the other.

After a while he smiled. He could tell the difference by smell

alone. He pictured himself in a game show.

"Now Tom is from Sedford's and his challenge is to identify

twenty women from the smell of their panties. Welcome to

the show Tom. Earlier you had the chance to smell the

pussys of twenty women. How did you get on?..."

"Tom!" His stepmother called through the door. "Are you in

the shower yet? I want to get the laundry basket."

"Shit!" Said Tom under his breath as he scrabbled to put the

dirty washing back in the right order. Breathless, he opened

the door and passed the basket through.

"Oh, you haven't started yet." She said eyeing his shorts.

"Well get a move on. Tea will be ready in about ten minutes."

Tom hurried to take his shower, hoping his stepmother hadn't

noticed his solid erection.

Tea was a chicken salad and was already on the table when Tom

went down to eat. Stacey had almost finished hers.

"Last one to finish washes the dishes." She informed him,

poking out her tongue.

"Yeah, thanks." He said as he picked up his knife and fork.

At least there wouldn't be any pots and pans.

The first forkful hovered short of his mouth, which pursed to

let out a low wolf-whistle. Stacey turned around to see her

mother in the doorway. She had changed ready to go out.

"Jeez mum, you look great!" She said, delighted.

Tom couldn't help but stare. Janice's burgundy dress was skin

tight and moulded across her uncomfortably large breasts. It

was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples made

hard bumps in the velvety material. She smoothed the dress

down over her thighs.

"Do my suspenders show through?"

"No!" Lied Stacey. "Of course not."

He wouldn't have noticed if it hadn't been mentioned. This

was the stuff of fantasies.

"Will I do?" Asked his father as he stood behind Janice.

Janice turned round and straightened his tie. Tom fought

to drag his eyes away from his stepmother's backside. He

couldn't see a panty line. He wondered if she wore a thong.

"Now, we've left the hotel phone number next to the telephone,

but I'm sure you wont need it.

"Mmm, Mmm" Tom mumbled around the mouthful of chicken.

"Go on - we'll be fine." Stacey chipped in.

"Cheery-oh then. We'll be back about ten in the morning."

They turned to leave. Tom swallowed quickly.

"Have fun!" He called after them.

"We intend to!" His father called back as he closed the front

door.

Tom sighed in relief, feeling his testosterone levels returning

to normal as he tackled his salad in earnest.

Stacey had disappeared to her room, which allowed Tom to wash up

and watch his favourite programme on the wide-screen TV in

peace. Top Car was coming live from the Paris motor show. As

the programme ended Stacey reappeared and bent over to pick up

the TV remote from the floor in front of the TV, where Tom had

left it. Her short summer dress rode up high at the back. Tom

couldn't help but see the scrap of white lace which disappeared

up between her buttocks.

She flicked through the channels and found a game show they both

liked before plonking herself down on the carpet, resting her

back against the armchair opposite him. She drew her knees up

until she was comfortable and started to watch the show. Tom

succumbed to temptation and kept taking furtive peeks at his

stepsister. The panties she wore obviously belonged to her

mother. Stacey would never be allowed to have a pair like that.

Besides he had often rummaged through Stacey's top drawer when

she was out with friends. He would definitely have remembered

a sexy pair like that. It didn't occur to him that she might have

put them on for his benefit.

Eventually it was time for Stacey to go to bed and she rose to

kiss him goodnight. It was a lips-on-lips affair, but very

brief and very proper. Tom resisted the strange urge to slip

his hand up her dress and cop a feel through the sexy panties.

He did however notice that her nipples, like her mothers,

made hard bumps in her dress.

Tom stayed up for another hour and watched the X-Files, drooling

over Gillian Anderson. After checking the front and back doors

were locked he made his way upstairs, careful to avoid the creaky

step near the top. He noticed, with disappointment, the empty

laundry basket as he took a piss. He didn't flush the toilet

for fear of waking Stacey. He had noticed that her door was ajar.

He stripped off his clothes and put them in the basket. As he was

passing Stacey's room he pushed gently on the door and poked his

head in to check on her. The light from the landing spilled into

her room He could see the shape of her slumbering form, curled in

a foetal position, under the duvet. Tom stood in the doorway for

a few moments listening to her steady breathing. She was sound

asleep. He smiled and started to close the door when he noticed

the white panties lying on the floor at the bottom of the bed.

Cautiously he stepped into the room. He scooped the scanty briefs

up, held them to his nose and took a long sniff. He nostrils

flared as he detected Stacey's unique scent. Not as strong as her

school knickers, but she had only been wearing this pair for a

short time.

Purely out of sexual curiosity he carefully lifted the duvet and

folded it back, uncovering his sleeping stepsister. Her back

was at the edge of the mattress with her knees tucked up towards

the middle of the bed and her legs tucked up towards her backside.

Her nightshirt was bunched around her waist. Tom moved round the

side of the bed and knelt down behind her. He could see her

pussy peeking from between her thighs. He was right, her inner

lips did protrude, the delicate crinkly folds fascinated him.

Wary, Tom reached out to Stacey's sensitive feet. He ran a finger

nail down over the sole and heel and breathed a sigh of relief

when she didn't react. She had nice feet. Tom had vague

recollection of a chat show where the subject of toe sucking

was discussed. At the time he had thought the idea gross. But

now, with his stepsister's cute feet so close, he felt the urge

to try it out.

He took a sniff, her feet smelled of flowery shower gel. He licked

her sole. It didn't taste of anything. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

His cock was rock solid. Gently he separated her toes and closed

mouth over the biggest. He started to suck. He had to swallow

repeatedly as he salivated. Enjoying this new experience, he slowly

tugged at his cock.

Suddenly Stacey murmured in her sleep. Tom took his mouth away

and held his breath. She didn't wake up. Tom sighed in relief.

Her breathing had changed though. It had become a little quicker.

Her right knee moved higher. Tom thought she was probably dreaming.

He noticed her movement had totally exposed her cunt and had caused

her puffy labia majoris to part. Her inner folds were more distended and

he could see the fleshy hood above. He leaned his head to one side and

moved in close under her buttocks, his face parallel to her pussy. He

gave the delicate lips a few tentative licks and watched fascinated as they

slowly drew apart. Wetness glistened from within and he pushed his tongue

between the fleshy folds, running his tongue up her creamy slit. He could

hardly contain his excitement and tried to control his ragged breathing, feeling

his own hot breaths on his face, reflected back from her pale skin. He

licked at her mushy cleft, he could taste her. Sweet and musky. She smelt

more like her mother now. Her pussy lips continued to retract until her cunt

gaped obscenely open. He saw her bubbling vaginal entrance and licked

around it marvelling at how wet her vulva had become. He tried to push the

tip of his tongue into her tight hole and after several attempts he succeeded.

He looked up over the gaping flesh and noticed her clitoris was poking out

from under it's protective hood. He pushed his tongue deeper inside her,

feeling her vaginal walls pressing back.

Stacey moaned sexily in her sleep and pushed her crotch against his face.

Tom withdrew his tongue and stood up, his cock rigid in front of him. He

supported his weight with one hand on the bed frame under the mattress and

half knelt, half leaned so his cock was positioned just right. He used

his hand to guide himself and rub the bulbous head along her hot

cunt flesh. He moved it up and down between her lips until it

glistened, coated with her sticky juices. He held it poised at her

slick entrance. Slowly he pushed forward until the tip started to

slip inside.

She murmured again, louder this time and Tom stepped

back. He couldn't fuck her, he would wake her up. Besides, he

realised the repercussions if he made her pregnant. She moved in

the bed and Tom skipped smartly into the landing, pressing his

naked back against the cold wall. He had gone the wrong way and

couldn't get back to his room without passing her open door. For

an age he waited until he had the courage to take a peek. She

had turned over and now it was her bottom that was towards the

middle of the bed. He saw a different opportunity. Her breathing

was heavy as he once again stepped into her room. Tom scooped up

the discarded panties and returned to Stacey's side. Her face was

at the edge of the bed, her mouth temptingly open. He held his

hard cock and inch from her lips and felt her breath bathe the

swollen purple head. He touched it lightly against her lips.

He held his breath as he inched his cock forward until the head was

fully in her mouth. He had a mild panic attack as she gurgled but

relaxed when he realised she was just starting to breathe through

her nose. The inside of her mouth felt deliciously warm and wet.

He could feel her tongue pressing lightly on the sensitive under

side of his cock head, just on the tightly stretched triangle of

skin where is foreskin joined. Her tongue moved, wrapping around

his cock as she tried to lick around the inside of her mouth.

He felt himself start to cum. Tom withdrew and held the crotch of the

panties to his weeping urethra. He gasped as he spurted hotly onto

the gusset cupped in his hand. He had never cum so much in his

life and had to fold the panties over to stop from spilling the

thick liquid on the carpet. At last the orgasm subsided and he

squeezed out the last drop onto his finger. Tom turned his finger

until the drop hung underneath. He reached out and manoeuvred it

past Stacey's lips and teeth. Gently he wiped his fingertip across

her tongue. He watched as the thick globule slid off the side of

her tongue towards her gum. He stepped back quickly as her mouth

closed. As he carefully closed her door he heard Stacey swallow.

Safe in his room, Tom hid the sodden panties under his bed. He

slipped under his duvet, the sheet cool under his sweating back. He

smiled as he realised he still had the taste of Stacey's pussy in

his mouth.

Stacey and Tommy Part Two

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