The Thoroughly Disreputable Incest Digest
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Issue 20
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My New Stepsister

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

She was just six weeks older than me, and we became instant
friends. She introduced me to the kids in the hood, among 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 how the "S" word was spelled, but had never
heard it spoken aloud - until she said it, no doubt 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.

Linda had also enlightened me about a few other choice words and
expressions, such as BONER and BLOWJOB.  Whether from the erotic
suggestion or from my natural progession into adolescence, soon I
began to get my own boners.  I think that I had played "doctor"
with anyone that would join me, as far back as I can remember.
With this new combination of Linda, her budding young body, her
knowlege, her lack of inhibitions, and my newfound boners - this
was becoming really interesting.

When I would start to sport in the evenings, I would run
excitedly from my room into hers.  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
(my whole life would probably be different!); but the truth is
that I was a hairless young boy who had never had an orgasm yet,
and it was only for half a minute, anyway.

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 (though I don't use a
blanket anymore, and it's more like once per week now instead of
five times per day!)  I began to want - and need - some serious
sex.  Unfortunately, Linda was maturing faster and was beginning
to distance herself from me, either in favor of actual dates with
boyfriends or because she had real titties now.  In any case, she
was becoming more inhibited.

I will never know how far she went with these dates, because she
wouldn't share this type of information anymore.  But one thing I
did know: she still had an itch that needed scratching.  I knew
because of a weird little game that we developed.

I never cared much about backrubs, but Linda (and most women, I
have found) love them.  Since our parents were always out on
Saturday nights, we would be home alone in her room watching the
double feature monster movies.  The only light would be from the
little black and white TV set, and we would be lazing around in
our pj's.  Linda would ask, "Give me a backrub, would you?"

I can still picture it now.  She is sitting to my right on the
edge of the daybed, and she moves her legs up behind me and lies
down on her stomach with her face towards 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 shoulders.  I keep moving these
circles around to include her shoulder- blades and the center of
her back.  Then I change to using my fingers and the flat of my
hand to press firmly against her.  This causes the pajama top to
ride up at least halfway.  I continue rubbing her all over her
back.  Her eyes are closed now.

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 slowly move my left hand down
under her armpit, massaging all the way.  As I continue further
down her ribcage, soon I am at the place where the breast swells
out.  Her boobs are small, like grapefruit halves, but there is
no mistaking the smooth curve, accented even more because she is
lying on them.  The bad news is that I can't reach the nipple,
but I get so excited tickling the soft side skin that I start to
get a raging boner.

Technically, this isn't a "back" rub anymore, and I'm prepared to
retreat fast if she wakes up and says anything.  But she doesn't
- not yet, anyway.  I gently reach my right hand over to her left
shoulder and pull her up slightly.  My left hand snakes gently
under towards the nipple. My heart stops as she mumbles!  She
twists 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 smoothly 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 the
bothersome question: is this a form of rape?

Of my various fantasies, my violent raping of a woman is not one
I particularly enjoy.  Although I'm still a virgin, in my heart
I'm a lover, not a fighter.  Although 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.  These
thoughts 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 winning the internal
struggle.  Yes, even at my tender age of fourteen I am already
learning the life lesson of 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 gives 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
must be clenching her thighs together, because she is flexing her
left thigh and her butt muscles.  She then shifts 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 loose-fitting bottoms, with
elastic on the legs.  I shift around sideways to get better
access with my hand, but there isn't room on the daybed anymore
so I just sit on the floor. Actually, 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 down by her knee to contort my arm to
continue up under the elastic barrier.  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 made I
can feel extreme heat and the fuzzy edges of her pubic hair.

I drop 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 wiggles a little bit
to help 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 pussy lips, watching her face
carefully in case she wakes up.  Her mouth is slightly open and
she is breathing audibly, but not like a sound sleep type of slow
rhythm.  Her butt is starting to quiver a little as though she is
cold.  I wonder if I should 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 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
right up, but her pajama bottoms are tending to move with her. I
withdraw my hand totally, reluctantly.  But her left leg is now
about ninety degrees up from her lower leg, almost at the edge of
the daybed.

My knees are killing me, but in my 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 and grab the fabric from the
crotch area and gently pull 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 should have been a
wine-taster.  I am completely bowled over by the aroma that those
slippery juices give off. If I hadn't loved Linda before, I fell
head over heels now.  I move closer and closer to her secret
perfume spot with my face, inhaling the air deeply. I have since
learned that the buzz I am enjoying is caused by a group of
chemicals called "pheremones" - but right now I don't care about
a thing except not waking Linda up.  As I get closer to her
pussy, I can see a little better.  I can barely make out the
labia; they are sort of puffed up and out - not like 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 time
trying to inhale as deeply as possible but without exhaling so
much that she will feel my breath on her.

I get really daring and 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 immediately and plunge my tongue right
in.  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, and turns back onto her tummy,
giving me a heart attack and forcing my head out quickly; then I
see that she has bent both legs and pointed her butt up into the
air, sleeping like a little baby!

After a second, I grab her butt gently and wait for a response -
nothing.  I grab the waistband of her pajama bottoms and slowly
pull them down over her hips and then the curve of her butt.  I
can get them all the way down to past her legbands.  Her pussy is
fully exposed now, and I can see it better with the improved
lighting angle.  The labia are still a series of secretive folds,
but the big mystery is gone because there are two distinct halves
visible.  I take my middle finger and gently plunge it between
these halves.  To my surprise, she wiggles back on it, impaling
it further than I would have even dared.  She is moaning and
quivering now, with my finger up her.  The rest of my fingers are
in the way of further penetration, so I remove it and insert my
index finger instead.  She moans and wiggles back on it more!
The walls of her pussy feel like the softest slippery silk, like
the inside of a little 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 "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 already wet middle finger.  As I
continue probing and stroking the sides, 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 it in.

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 bet she would kill me 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 -
something I have only heard about.  This time I stand up and put
my left foot over her on the far side of the daybed 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 straighten my right arm on the daybed and lean way over.
I swoop my face down to that beautiful and mysterious spot once
again.  With my face nearly upside down, my nose is bumping right
up against the front of her slit, and if I thought the smell was
great before - it was 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 up
the full length to the front of her slit 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, and 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
were having a really wild and sloppy French kiss.  Sometimes I
slow my tongue down to guage her reaction, which she
unconsciously makes clear by her moans and by the wiggling of her
butt; sometimes I move it 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 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.  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.  Now I'm more
worried that she will wake HERSELF up.

I am not sure whether to hang on tight or run away before she
wakes up.  I decide to stand up and get ready to bolt.  Still
trembling, her hips very slowly sink down to the surface of the
daybed.  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.

* * *

So... about this game: was she feigning sleep or not?  I suspect
so but I will never know for sure.  But I do know that there were
many other such incidents.  I can remember at least once that she
BEGGED me to come upstairs and rub her back.  But sometimes I
couldn't take the frustration of the one-way trip.

If only she had said, "I'll make it worth your while..."  THAT'S
the real food for some of my fantasies, even today, 30 years
later.

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