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Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 10:15:15 +0000
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My Step Sister, a Dream Come True (a tale of incest, kinda)
I own two cats, Bear and Precious. Of the two cats I think I'm more like Bear
than it's good for me to be. The two of them are litter mates, even though you
can't tell by looking at them. Bear is a beautiful black long hair and Precious
is a white and gray short hair. I say I'm much like Bear because, really, we
have the same temperament.
Bear wants to be everyone's friend, he's mellow and pretty laid back. He's a
gorgeous cat (I always thought I was fairly good looking myself), and when
Precious went into heat, he tried to help her out. Yep, me and Bear, we got a
lot in common. Only problem is, I don't have a sister.
Ever since going through puberty I've had this fantasy of knowing my sister in
every forbidden way. But, like I said, no sister.
I am the youngest of three boys. My mother died when I was young so I barely
remember her. My Dad has remained unmarried since then and I have absolutely
zero female relatives in a four state radius. So, from those early days of
puberty I knew I was out of luck, and actually never thought that I'd ever get
my wish. Five months ago Dad got married again.
Linda is a nice woman, blonde haired with a pretty face. My Dad loves her and my
brothers and I are happy for him. Best part is, she has two daughters. Grace is
twenty-five and lives with her husband and son across town, Karen, like me, is
still living at home.
I attend the local college and instead of moving someplace where I actually have
to pay rent, I moved down into the basement which Dad converted into a small
apartment when my older brother Mark went to college and decided to live at home
like I was. The basement was comfortable, large enough for the occasional party
and with sufficient privacy for those times I want to bring someone home with
me. The basement has it's own entrance so no one ever need know what was going
on in my little hideaway.
So, when Karen moved in I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She was blonde
like her mother, except that pretty face could stop traffic and she had a knock
out body that got me hard every time I looked at her. Best yet, Karen was only
sixteen, and she adored her new older brother, that's right, 'me'.
Karen was a junior in high school and, like me, she decided she wanted to go to
good old NMIT when she got out of school. She non-stop asked me questions about
college life and forever wanted to tag along with me. I think if I hadn't wanted
to fuck her so bad she would have driven me insane. But, as it was, her being
around all the time had me with a constant hard-on. I finally decided that I
needed some kind of release, and what better way than fulfilling my fantasy.
I figured my best chance at fucking my new little step-sister would probably
have to involve an elaborate seduction. But as it turned out, I wasn't the one
doing the seducing.
I was sitting in my living room on Saturday, my date for that evening had
canceled. Nikki, though very good in bed, was kinda flakey and had run off to
Santa Fe to get her chakras in line or something. So I pretty much thought I was
going to be spending a boring night at home.
I wandered up into the main part of the house and went into the kitchen to fish
around in the fridge. While I was bent over into the cool confines of left over
heaven, someone goosed me. I jumped and thumped the back of my head on the top
of the fridge. I groaned, rubbing the back of my head and turned to see Karen
giggling behind me.
"Oh, you're so funny," I said as I reached out to tickle her. She gave a little
scream and jumped away, her body bouncing incredibly in her thin cotton shorts
and T-shirt.
"Karen, Chad!" Dad called from the living room. I sneered at Karen and she stuck
her tongue out at me as she moved away across the kitchen.
"Hey," Karen said as she leaned back against the counter while I went back to
searching the fridge, "you wanna go see a movie?"
"Which one?" I mumbled, paying more attention to a plate of soggy mashed
potatoes (and the though of those young firm breasts of hers that jiggled in her
top so amazingly) than to what she was saying.
"Oh, I don't know," she said picking at a fingernail, "I just want to get out of
here for awhile. It's Saturday night for chrissakes."
"Fine," I said, the gears in my brain starting to click, "go get the newspaper."
She bounced off to find the movie section while I pieced together a sandwich and
wandered back down stairs, trying to formulate a plan. When Karen wandered down
the stairs to my living room, her breasts swaying under that thin cotton shirt
and her sweet little ass bouncing with each step, I decided just to let the
evening go and see where we ended up.
She sat on the couch next to me, the paper between her legs and I shivered as
she gave me a perfect view of her pussy swathed in her little cotton undies
peaking out from the leg of her shorts.
"How about we go see Singles?" she asked and I nodded my agreement. "The next
showing is at ten."
"Are you sure Linda will let you stay out so late?" I asked teasingly.
"Of course, I'll be with my big brother." Karen smiled back and I could feel
ripple upon ripple of pleasure flow through my body.
We told Dad and Linda our plans and headed out a little before ten with the
promise that we wouldn't come in too late and we'd try not to wake either of
them up (if I had my way we wouldn't).
We got to the theater and stood in line for our tickets. Dad had surprisingly
given me money to pay for the thing and I felt as if I were some high school kid
taking out his steady girlfriend instead of my sexy step-sister.
"Oh-no," I heard Karen breathe and she grabbed at my hand. I looked down
curiously at her.
"Chad, do me a really big favor," Karen commanded. "You got to pretend that
you're my boyfriend."
I looked at her cross-eyed, I'm sure, because she gave me a pleading stare. But,
before I had time to agree or even ask her why, a tall pimply faced kid walked
over and said, "Hi, Karen."
Karen looked kinda nonchalant and wrapped her arm around my waist. "Oh. Hi,
Greg," she returned as if she hadn't seen him coming.
Tall, pimply Greg looked at me and then back at Karen. Karen smiled, "Oh, this
is my boyfriend Chad . . . Chad, this is Greg, a friend of mine from school." I
nodded at Greg as he gave me a half-hearted greeting.
"Well, hope you enjoy the movie," Greg said and started to move away. I
purposely let my hand slip from Karen's waist to her just under her arm, you
know, right beside her breast, and pulled her closer to me, at the same time
slightly rubbing her left breast, just like I would any of my girlfriends.
"We will," I said and then bent my head to kiss Karen. She offered no resistance
and my tongue probed between her lips in a kiss that had my entire body quaking.
I brushed one of her pert nipples with my thumb as Greg beat a hasty retreat. I
held the kiss longer than was actually necessary and at that moment I was on the
verge of throwing sweet sister Karen to the floor and fucking her there in front
of everyone.
If I'd had my way, the kiss would have continued until neither one of us could
stand anymore, but seating for the movie was called and we reluctantly parted.
Karen looked flushed and quickly turned her eyes from mine which made me wonder
what she saw there. Lust crazed eyes, no doubt.
I don't remember much of the movie. Needless to say, I kept rerunning that kiss
through my head and had a hell of a time keeping my prick down. Once during the
movie, Karen bent her head against my shoulder and wrapped her arm with mine. I
thought I'd explode since when I looked over at her I could see the swell of her
breasts under the neckline of her shirt. For the rest of the movie I stared
blankly at the screen praying that it would be over soon. After what seemed an
eternity it finally was.
On the way out of the theater I held her close against me, my hand splayed
across her hip, for the benefit of Greg I assured myself, but Karen said
nothing and walked easily in time with me. We climbed into my car and drove
home in silence.
Once there we wandered up to the front door and I stopped. I felt like I was
delivering my date to her front step and then rushing off to masturbate while
thinking of her.
"Umm," Karen murmured before I stuck my key in the door. "I'm not really tired
yet. Are you?" I shook my head. "Why don't we watch some TV?" she suggested.
"Sure, we'll go down to my place so we don't wake the parentals up." Karen
smiled brightly and followed me around to the side of the house where the
entrance to my basement apartment was.
We went in and I turned the television on. I kept the volume on and turned it to
SNL. Joe Pesci was the host and he was quite funny. Of course I was trying
desperately to think of anything other than my petite little step-sister on the
couch next to me, her shoes kicked off and her breasts pressed into my arm as
she leaned against me.
After a bit SNL ended and I switched the channel over to MTV. We watched one
video in silence and then, when another video came on I turned to Karen.
"So what's the deal with this Greg guy?" I asked and I could see a faintly
repulsed look come into her eyes. I sat in envy as Bear waltzed over and sat in
her lap, she stoked his fur as she began to explain.
"Oh, he's just some creep who goes to my school. He's been asking me out for
months and I keep telling him I have a boyfriend--"
"Which you don't . . ." I added.
"Which I don't," she agreed. "I thought that him seeing me with you might
dissuade him a little," She shrugged. "With that kiss you gave me I don't see
how he could come back . . ." she breathed as if remembering that hot kiss we
had shared in the theater.
"Why don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked and she looked kinda embarrassed.
"I don't know," she mumbled and was willing to let it drop at that. But I was a
bit curious.
"Well," I said as I reached out to stroke her cheek, "it's definitely not
because you're not pretty."
She looked up at me surprised, "You really think I'm pretty?"
"Beautiful," I replied and she looked at me kinda disap- pointed, as if she had
expected me to say `sexy' or more to the point `fuckable.'
"Look," I said and I grabbed her hand, "does this prove anything to you?" I
asked as I placed her delicate hand on the raging boner I had been trying to
conceal all evening.
Her eyes widened in surprise for a moment but she didn't take her hand away.
Instead she caressed my prick through my heavy jeans and made a cooing noise.
Excitement shot through my body and I reached out to stop her hand.
"If you keep doing that I won't be responsible for what happens," I grunted at
her and she flipped me a quick smile.
"I want to see it," she said and started working on getting my pants open. Me
head whirled in delight as I realized my fantasy might finally come true.
I leaned over and kissed her hard, my tongue meeting hers as I let my hands
wander up to the breasts -- I'd been dying to touch them for the last five
months. I grabbed the edges of her T-shirt and yanked it off just as she managed
to free my prick from its crowded confines.
"Mmmm, it's pretty," she said as her hands flowed like liquid over my hard-on.
She spread the dribble of pre-cum ooze over the tip then reached down to place a
tender kiss on it. She flicked her tongue over the tip and then before I knew
it, was trying to stuff the entire thing down her throat. Her tongue worked
wonders and I wondered if this was her first blow job or not. Finally when she
had given me a good tongue lashing and I didn't think I could take anymore, I
pulled her head up.
"My turn," I told her as I yanked down her shorts, kissing her breasts and
flicking the nipples with my tongue.
I laid her back on the couch and sat on the floor between her legs. Her cunt
literally dripped as I slowly kissed the outside lips. She moaned protestingly
so I let my tongue delve into the folds of her snatch. Karen tasted sweet like
honey and I licked up as much of her juice as I could.
"Oh, big brother," she moaned, and if it's possible, my hard-on got even harder,
"I want your big, hard cock in me."
I knew an invitation when I heard one so I pulled her down onto the floor with
me and laid her back. "I'm a virgin," Karen said suddenly, a worried, yet
blissful look on her face as I continued to massage her clit with my thumb.
"I'll be gentle, little sister," I said and leaned over her to kiss her.
I ran my hard prick the length of her slit, getting it nice and moist for the
initial penetration. Several times I popped just the tip in for mere seconds
then popped it back out then rubbed it along her pussy some more. Finally she
cried out and begged my to fuck her.
"If it hurts, tell me to stop," I advised, but she ignored me, her back arching,
raising her hips to mine.
I slipped the tip in again, but this time I followed through and sank all the
way into her. She cried out and tensed for a moment with what little pain she
had (afterwards she claimed she had had none at all), then the cry turned to a
moan of sheer pleasure and I began to fuck her in long earnest strokes as I had
wanted to do for so long.
"Oh Karen!" I cried as I moved in and out of her, kissing her face and breasts
the entire time. "Little sister." I was really getting into fucking my sibling,
and so was she as she returned with calls of "Fuck me big brother!"
Finally when I thought I wasn't going to be able to hold back any more I felt
her pussy tighten and ripple as she launched into a head spinning orgasm. I
followed quickly behind, my own climax brought on by hers. When we finally
floated back to earth I gently pulled out and laid beside her and kissed her
deeply once more, our bodies sticking together with sweat.
"Oh, Karen," I murmured as I nuzzled her breasts, thinking that this was the
most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, a dream come true.
"Chad," Karen said and I looked up expectantly at her, "there is a reason why I
don't have a boyfriend . . ." she looked momentarily embarrassed. "Well, it's
not that I don't want one. It's just, well, the one I want . . . I don't know if
he wants me . . ."
It took me a moment then I figured out exactly who she was talking about. "Me?"
I asked, pointing to my chest. Karen looked embarrassed and nodded.
"Little sister," I said as I felt the length of my shaft growing hard again,
"there isn't anyone I'd like better."
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