
                          My New Stepsister
                             by fred-fan

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I was eleven years old when my parents got divorced.  My mother
immediately remarried and moved us from our sleepy Florida town to a
city up north, into the new family's big old house in the suburbs.
We were thrown into an entirely new situation that included a new
stepfather, a cat, three dogs, and, best of all, my new stepsister,
Linda.

She was just six weeks older than me and had been an only child, so
we became instant friends.  She introduced me to the kids in the
'hood... and some other things.  I don't know whether it was from my
having been to a Catholic elementary school or what, but she couldn't
believe how naive I was.  I knew about the "S" word, but had never
heard it spoken aloud -- until she said it, causing me to gasp in
shock.  When she said the "F" word, I didn't bat an eye, because I
had never even heard of it.  Then she explained what it meant, and at
first I couldn't believe her.  My mom?  And your Dad?  Do that?  No
way!  After mulling it over for a while, I found that it might be an
explanation for some things I had already observed.  When I
questioned my mother, I could tell by her evasive choice of words and
her attitude that it was the truth.

Now curious, I pumped Linda for more information.  Soon she enriched
my vocabulary with some more choice words and expressions, such as
BONER and BLOWJOB.  Whether from the erotic suggestion, or from my
natural progression into adolescence, soon I began to get my own
boners.  I can remember having often played "doctor" in the past,
with anyone that would join me; but this new combination of Linda,
her budding young body, her sexual knowlege, her lack of inhibitions,
and my newfound boners -- this was a whole new ballgame.

Eventually, as with all adolescent boys, I began sporting wood about
every few minutes, whether I wanted to or not.  Sometimes I would run
excitedly from my room into hers and, closing the door, I would show
it to her, proudly, sticking right up out of my pj's.  She would grab
it and stroke it gently, which felt great.  One time she even popped
it into her mouth, which was REALLY fabulous.  I would love to
entertain you with a nice detailed blowjob story, but the truth is
that I was an almost hairless young boy who had never had an orgasm
yet, and it was only for a few seconds, anyway.

But time marched on and hair grew.  My friend Carl showed me how to
jerk off by rubbing the head of my dick with a soft blanket, and I
have been pretty well hooked ever since.  (These days I don't use a
blanket, and, thanks to my wife, it's more like once a month now
instead of five times a day!)

By the time we were fourteen, I began CRAVING some real sex.
Unfortunately, Linda had matured faster and was beginning to distance
herself from me, whether in favor of actual dates with boyfriends or
because she had real titties now.  In any case, she was becoming more
inhibited and unwilling to play, just when I was starting to really
get revved up.

I will never know how far she went with these dates, because she
wouldn't even divulge this type of information anymore.  But one
thing was sure: she still had an itch that needed scratching.  I knew
this for a fact, because of a weird little game that we developed --
at least I THINK it was a game...

I never cared much for backrubs, but Linda seemed to love them.
Since our parents were always out partying on Saturday nights (but
were too cheap to get a sitter), we would often both be home with a
bowl of popcorn, on her bed in her room watching the "Double Chiller
Theatre" monster movies.  For spooky ambience, the only light would
be from the little black and white TV set, and we'd be in our pj's,
ready to jump into our beds and feign sleep instantly when we heard
our parents stumble in.

Linda would ask, "Give me a backrub, wouldja?"

I can still replay the scene in my mind's eye, as if it were
happening right now.  She had been sitting cross-legged to my right
on the edge of her bed, but now she pivots and stretches her legs out
behind me.  She flops over onto her stomach, resting her head on her
arms and facing the TV.  Her firm little butt is just touching mine.

I reach up under her pajama top and begin to scratch her back gently
with my fingernails, making little circles around her shoulder
blades.  I gradually widen the circles to include her shoulders and
the center of her back.  Eventually I use my fingers and the flat of
my hand to press firmly against her.  This causes her pajama top to
ride up, baring about half of her back and confirming my suspicions
that she is not wearing a bra.  I continue rubbing her, all over her
back.  Her eyes are closed, the monster movie forgotten.

I gently ask, "Linda?"  and get no response.  Is she asleep?  I am
not sure; let's find out.  I know that she would never let me feel
her up if she were awake.  I very slowly work my left hand down to
under her armpit, massaging all the way.  As I continue even further
down her ribcage, soon I am at the place where her left breast swells
out.  I am gently but excitedly stroking the soft skin at the side of
her tittie.

Her boobs may not be Playboy-huge, but they are right here, right
now, soft and warm and smooth and infinitely more accessible than any
glossy paper image.  They are only like grapefruit halves, but I get
a huge lump in my throat as I squint in the dim TV glow and see the
smooth curvature that I am caressing.  From her position of lying on
her stomach, the boob sort of squooshes out to the side, further
accenting the exciting roundness.

I gently probe under the smooth swell with my fingertips, in hopes of
touching the nipple.  It is too tight a fit, and I don't want to wake
her and spoil this moment.  I wonder if the right one is better
situated?  I snake my right hand over to her right side, only to find
the same position.  I can't reach her nipple just now, not this way,
but I am practically trembling with excitement anyway.  Just
caressing the soft skin on the sides of her titties has caused me to
get a raging boner.

Technically, this isn't a "back" rub anymore, so I make sure I am
prepared to retreat fast if she wakes up and says anything.  But her
eyes are still shut tightly and her breathing is even and smooth.  I
reach under her left forearm and, very gently, pull up slightly as my
other hand snakes gently under towards the nipple.

My heart stops as she mumbles!  She separates her arms and twists
over onto her right side, bending her knees slightly behind me.  Her
pajama top is still halfway up her chest.  She still appears to be
sleeping soundly.

Now I can stroke my hand slowly up her side under the pajama top,
stopping at the curve of her breast.  I keep softly rubbing her, not
yet working up to the coveted nipple.  This is partly due to a lack
of courage ( I really don't want to get caught and piss her off) and
partly due to a bothersome question: is what I'm doing a form of rape?

Of my various fantasies, my violent raping of a woman is not one I
particularly enjoy.  Even though I may still be a virgin, in my heart
I'm a lover, not a fighter.  I have to admit that certain movie rape
scenes have caused a twinge in my dick; still, it ranks way on down
near the bottom of the list, right near the one where I pop some
other guy's dick in my mouth.  Yes, a few of these thoughts may have
crashed some of my fantasy parties, but they were never invited.

I like to think that I don't have a violent or malicious bone in my
body.  If anything, I love Linda and will admit it, if pressed.
However, one specific bone in my body is throbbing almost painfully.
Yes, even at my tender age of fourteen I am already learning the life
lesson about thinking with my little head.

Slowly but surely, I inch my fingertips up over the curve of her left
breast.  At last I find the little bump, sticking up firmly.  It
feels nothing like mine, which are just little flaps of limp skin.
Her nipple is more like part of an ear -- hard but pliable.  I rub it
between my thumb and fingers, and it gets even harder and bigger.

Linda shifts a little bit and emits a little moan.  Quickly, I jerk
my hand back and put it in my lap on top of my throbbing dick.  As I
watch her, Linda still seems to be sleeping.  I notice that she is
clenching her thighs together a bit; I can see the flexing of her
left thigh and her butt muscles.  She then shifts again, just a
little bit, so that her left leg bends some more, gently kneeing me
in the back, and her right leg straightens out some.  This is great
news, because my desire to feel her tits was nothing compared to my
desire to investigate her pussy.

She is wearing these little shorty pajama bottoms which have elastic
on the legs.  I try to shift around sideways to get better access
with my hand, but there isn't room on the bed anymore.  I guess I'll
just sit on the floor, but first I kneel up and over her thighs and
gently pull the elastic band up from her exposed left leg.  I slowly
snake my right hand up under the fabric.  Her bare skin feels really
hot and smooth.  I am so excited now that I feel I could squirt in
the air without even a single touch to my dick.

My hand continues up to the curve of her butt.  I find I have to move
my elbow almost down to her knee to contort my arm enough to continue
up under the elastic barrier; of course, this does not deter me.  I
slowly move up over the curve until my hand is cupping her left
cheek.  Then I slowly spin it down, sideways, into her crack.

The fabric is partially in my way now, but, with the progress that my
fingertips have made, I can feel extreme heat and the fuzzy edges of
her pubic hair.  I gently let go of the legband from my left hand so
that it rests up on my right forearm.  I move it over her butt and
tug the crotch down and away from her pussy area.

She actually quivers a little bit in her sleep, which helps make it
happen!  My right hand is now touching the back end of her labia,
through the fuzz.

I have never been this far with a girl before, although I guess it
doesn't really count since we're not making out or anything.  I start
to trail my right fingertips down over her fuzzy pussy lips, watching
her face carefully in case she wakes up.  Her mouth is open a little
bit and she is breathing audibly, but not with a sound sleep type of
slow rhythm.  Her butt is starting to quiver a little, as though she
may be cold.  Should I cover her up with a blanket?

Instead I keep working my fingertips around over her labia, all the
way to the front of her pussy, where it gets seriously hairy.  I move
back up and over the mysterious folds toward her butt again, and this
time I detect a spot that feels a little bit slippery.  I start
rubbing my finger back and forth where it slides so easily, and
freeze as Linda makes a little moaning noise.  She is quivering a lot
more now and sort of working her left leg back and forth slightly as
though she were running in place.  Her eyes are firmly shut.

I continue rubbing, but my eyes are glued to hers, just in case.  As
I slip up and down the slick spot on her pussy lips, the slippery
area starts to grow.  My fingertips travel farther as the available
distance increases.  Linda continues to quiver.  I then notice that
my finger is actually slipping down between some of the folds.  I am
still rubbing back and forth, but within the folds now.  I press
inwards to try to get inside, but... no dice.

I move back up to the top of the folds and discover another inner
space, even wetter.  This time my fingers slide in easily; it's even
wetter in here.  My middle and ring fingers are in up to the nails.
Linda makes a little whimper and her quivering is a little bit more
jerky and sporadic, not like a shiver from the cold.  I withdraw my
ring finger and insert my middle finger up to the first knuckle, but
my arm is getting to be really contorted now, and her top leg is kind
of in the way.  I put my left hand down behind her top knee and
gently tug it up so that her legs are more spread apart, watching her
face the whole time.  She slides the leg right up, no problem, but
her pajama bottoms are tending to move with her and shrinking what
little room I had.  Reluctantly, I completely withdraw my hand, but
at least her left leg is now about ninety degrees up from her lower
leg, almost at the edge of the bed.

My knees are killing me, but in all the excitement I hadn't noticed.
There is now room for me up on the bed, between her legs and below
her left foot.  I move up there, behind her.  This time I go for her
lower, straight right leg, by grabbing the fabric from the crotch
area and gently pulling it out away from her.  There is more room to
move here; in fact, I think I can pull the elastic out far enough to
see her pussy.  The light from the TV is not enough to see very well,
but I stick my head right down there to look.  All I can see is a
mass of dark curly hair, but... Oh, my God, the heavenly smell!  It
hadn't even occurred to me that I would be able to smell it.

My nose is very sensitive; maybe I could have been a winetaster, if
only I liked wine.  I am completely bowled over by the aroma that
those slippery juices are giving off.  If I hadn't loved Linda
before, I fall head over heels now.  I move closer and closer to her
secret perfume spot with my face, inhaling the air deeply.  Later I
would learn that the buzz I am enjoying is caused by a group of
chemicals called pheremones, but right now I can't care about a
single thing, except to not wake Linda up and shut off the source of
this divine fragrance.

As I get even closer to her pussy, I can see a little better.  I can
barely make out the labia, which are sort of puffed up and out, not
like my little sister's when I saw her in the bathtub.  I have the
elastic pulled as far as possible out to her bent left leg in an
attempt to get as close as possible.  I am on my knees, bent down
with my butt in the air and my face inches from her pussy.  My aching
dick feels like it is made of stone.  I am having a hard but
intoxicating time, trying to inhale as deeply as possible without
exhaling so much that she will feel my breath on her.

I decide to get really daring, and I stick my tongue out to touch her
labia.  From this close, the aroma is making my head spin into total
euphoria.  I move even closer and lick gently up and down.  I can
hear Linda moan, so I jerk upright; her eyes are still shut tight,
although she is writhing and humping her lower body slightly.  I get
back down and slowly poke my tongue in as far as I can manage at this
awkward angle.  My nose goes right up to her butthole, but the pussy
aroma is all I can notice, all I live for at this moment.

Linda moans and straightens her bent left leg, forcing my head out
quickly, and giving me a heart attack.  She wiggles around, squirming
until she has bent both legs and pointed her butt up into the air,
sleeping like a little baby!  Is she awake, or sound asleep?

After waiting a long minute (maybe ten seconds?) I grab her butt
gently and wait for a response.  Nothing.  I grab the waistband of
her pajama bottoms and slowly pull them down, past her hips, and then
over the curve of her butt.  I can get them all the way down to past
the legbands.  Her pussy is fully exposed now, and I can see it
better with the improved angle.  The labia are still mysterious to
me, with their secretive folds, but at least there are now two
distinct halves visible.

I take my middle finger and gently plunge it between these halves.
To my great delight and surprise, she wiggles back on it, impaling it
further than I would have even dared to stick it in!  She is moaning
and quivering now, with my finger up her pussy.  The rest of my
fingers are in the way of further penetration, so I remove the middle
one and insert my index finger instead.  She moans and wiggles back
on it, even more!

The walls of her pussy feel like the softest slippery silk, like the
inside of a tight but deep toothless mouth.  I curve my finger a bit
to investigate this new territory.  About an inch up, I can feel a
somewhat round shape towards the front.  I am guessing that this must
be the so-called cherry; it is just the right shape and size.  How
interesting -- it is not a resisting barrier.  I guess she must have
gone all the way already with someone.

It feels as though another finger might fit in her, so I pull my
index out and add my middle finger, which is still wet from before.
As I continue probing and stroking the sides, finger-fucking her, she
moans and wiggles spasmodically.  Since she still pushes back, and
since I don't feel any resistance, and since my dick is leaking all
kinds of slick juice from the excitement, I wonder whether I could
get away with positioning myself to stick my dick inside of her?

I get up to where it is close, but her butt is not far back enough to
make contact without actually laying on top of her.  I guess I could
do it if there were a trapeze hanging from the ceiling.  There is
just not going to be a way to get in her without waking her up, and I
will be dead meat if she wakes up and finds out what is going on.
Oh, well.  I have food for solo fantasies for the rest of my life
now, without the ultimate violation.  Anyway, I don't have a rubber;
what if she got pregnant?

As a consolation, I decide to try to at least lick her pussy, which
is something I have only heard about.  This time I stand up and put
my left foot over her on the far side of the bed, so that I am
straddling her and looking at her butt upside down.  With my left
hand I pull her pajama bottoms just a little further down her legs; I
lean on my straightened right arm to suspend myself above her.  I
swoop my face down to that beautiful and mysterious spot once again.
With my face practically upside down, my nose is bumping right up
against the front of her slit, and if I thought the smell was good
before, it is even better now.

Without hesitating I plunge my tongue into her.  She moans again and
shoves her butt up to my face for better access.  I lick all the way
up the full length of her slit to the front and diddle around,
experimenting, looking for the legendary clit.  She begins to grunt
"mmph!"  as she starts to hump the air beneath her.  I pop up for a
second to make sure that she is still asleep, and then go back to
town.  She resumes her humping and grunting as I resume toying with
what seems to be the right spot.  My boner is killing me, aching to
plunge into her.  I keep on flicking my tongue back and forth, in and
out, up and down, as she keeps on gyrating her hips around faster and
faster, around and around.  As she keeps getting even wetter, I am
finding out that the taste of her pussy juice is wonderful.  I have
never been this turned on in my short life, and I can't tell whether
it's because of the smell, the taste, or the texture; but it
certainly is her pussy that's causing it.

I am getting carried away, constantly flicking my tongue even faster,
and covering her entire pussy with my mouth as though we are having a
really wild and sloppy French kiss.  Sometimes I try slowing my
tongue down to test her reaction, which she unconsciously makes clear
by her moans and by the wiggling of her butt.  Sometimes I move my
tongue in and out, sometimes in circles one way and then the other,
sometimes back and forth, sometimes in combinations of these.

After a few minutes of this, her humping just can't get any faster.
I can't really tell if her hips are moving now; they are locked
rigid, motionless, yet at the same time they are moving so fast that
they seem to be almost vibrating.  Oh, man; I think she may be
coming!  The very idea is so exciting that I'm afraid my dick is
going to explode.

Now her pussy is starting to make these gulping noises, kind of like
farts, but more like kissing the air.  Also, each time she exhales
she is letting out a really long grunting sound; it sounds like some
African animal charging.  She makes these loud groans for at least
five or six breaths.  I'm thinking she is going to wake HERSELF up.
I am not sure whether to hang on tight or run away before this
happens.  I decide to stand up and get ready to bolt.  At this point,
I just hope that she will think that she had a very erotic dream.

Still trembling, her hips very slowly sink back down to the surface
of the bed.  I pull her pajama bottoms up over her butt at the last
minute.  In the glow from the TV test pattern, I look at her closed
eyes once again and notice that she has sort of rosy cheeks and a
very light glow of sweat all over her face.  She is beginning to
breathe more normally as I leave the room.  At the top of the stairs,
before going down to my own room, I grab my swollen dick and give it
one really good hard squeeze.  Without even a single pull, I gasp as
I shoot out all over the stairway wallpaper.  Through my blurred
vision I can see a big blob of my goo on the far wall, way up near
the ceiling.  I don't think I can reach that high to wipe it off,
even if I wanted to.

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So... about this game: was she feigning sleep or not?  I suspect so,
but I will never know for sure.  But I must add that this story is a
compilation of my memories of MANY such similar incidents.

Ultimately I couldn't take the frustration of the one-way pleasure
trip.  If only she had said, "I'll make it worth your while," or had
somehow given me some hope of reciprocation... THAT'S the real food
for some of my fantasies, even today, 30 years later.

However, to this day, I am not one of those many men who, I suspect,
go down on a woman just for the idea that they will likely soon get a
blowjob.  I still CRAVE the taste and smell and sensations, and get
turned on, nearly to the point of orgasm, by licking my wife's pussy.

Guess what?  This causes no complaints in our household...


