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MY STEPSISTER WAS A SHE-MALE

By Stephen


I wont bore you with all the crap so Ill make try and get you up to
speed quick.  My parents divorced when I was a kid and I lived with my
mom most of the time (I was an only child).  I moved away when I went to
college.  By the time I started grad school I had my own place and 
things
were going fairly good.

About that time my dad married this lady who had a daughter that was
about my age.  I met her at the wedding and I thought she was a real
dish.  Her name was Sheila, and she was everything I looked for in a
woman--she was tall, stacked, a great body, light brownish hair and
I thought she looked kinda like Meg Ryan with a bigger curves.  We 
talked
some and hit it off I suppose but the wedding was always in a panic and
we didnt get any farther than that.

So about a year goes by and my dad called and said Sheila was
3ransferring to my college and could she stay with me while she got
things squared away?  I said sure.  I liked living alone but I had no
girlfriend and I was too busy to make many friends and I was kind of
lonely, and I figured it might be nice to having someone around.

I picked her up at the airport and managed to get everything into the
truck.  She packed like she was going around the world.  She had a
steamer trunk--no shit--a real steamer trunk, the kind rich people 
loaded
with clothes and accessories when they were going to Europe on the Queen
Mary.  And she still had other bags and boxes besides.  I thought about
dropping her off at the Holiday Inn but was wearing a t-shirt that
stretched across her suculent tits and I just couldnt think straight.
She was gorgeous, just like I remembered, and we got along immediately.

The big problem was that I had a one-bedroom apartment.  I was all for
being a good host but I thought it was ridiculous to give up my bed
indefinitely.  Id shoehorned a queen-size bed into that bedroom and I
didnt want to give it up for good.  We quickly worked out a plan where
wed alternate on a weekly basis.  I had one week on the bed and the next
week on the sofa, and wed alternate like that.

I got her moved in and we went about our lives.  We were both busy with
school and work so we didnt go out much, and we ended up becomming quick
best-friends.

Now Id never lived with a woman before and it had been a while since Id
gotten laid, so I found myself getting distracted by Sheila a lot.  Im
normally not a nosy person but we both did each others laundry, and one
day I was bringing back a load of laundry while she was gone and I just
found myself going through her underwear.  Her panties were 36 inch
waist and largish (they werent bikini style).  Her bras were 36-Cs and
lacy and I thought they were great.  I spent a lot of time imagining her
wearing one, and I was hoping the time would come when shed walk around
the house in one.  But it hadnt happened.  I hadnt gotten any glimpses
of her naked.  She was always wearing clothes or a robe or something.

All this was weighing heavily on my mind and I went into a period when 
it
seemed like I was horny and hard all the time.  I started jacking off in
the shower or when I knew she wasnt home.  But one time it was my night
on the sofa, it was late and I couldnt go to sleep and my dick was a
broomstick.  And after tossing and turning I decided fuck it Im beating
off.  I started real easy a first, but I as I got relaxed I really got
into it.

And then all of a sudden I look up and there she is, standing in the
middle of the room looking at me, and I think OH SHIT.  She just smiles
and says she wanted a drink and to go ahead because she doesnt care.
I waited until she went back to her room, and I really blew a load.

I wouldnt have thought much of it but it began happening a helluva lot
of the time.  For awhile it seemed like I couldnt touch my dick without
her walking in.  It got so bad it became a joke with us, and with that a
lot of the pressure was off.  She didnt care that I did it, and she even
seemed to like it.

This went on for about a month, and then it was time for spring break.
We both finished up our midterms and on Friday night we went out to and
got smashed.  We were at a party and it was fun watching all the guys
drooling all over Sheila, and they knew I got to go home with her.

It was right at the time where we normally swap our sleeping
arrangements, and it was her turn on the couch.  But while she was
showering I passed out on the sofa.

Does anyone not know what happens next?

I woke up in the middle of the night, took a whiz, and I remembered it
was my night in the bed so I climbed in.  I didnt notice her at all.  I
just hit the mattress and I was out.  The next thing I knew it was 
bright
and the sun was coming in through the windows.  I was lying on my back,
tent-poleing the covers, so I got up and took another whiz, and came 
back
into the bedroom.

I looked down at Sheila, who was asleep on her back.  The covers were
down around her belly-button, and she was topless.  She had a beautiful
set of tits.  They were well-rounded and firm without being rockhard.
The nipples were like pencil erasers and the aereolas were about the 
size
of silver dollars, and a luscious dark pink.  Her hair cascaded around
her shoulders and a few licks touched her nipples.

Out the bottom of the sheet were two long, lovely legs.

I looked at her and my dick was as stiff Id ever felt it.  I thought the
knob would pop off from the pressure.  But I kept thinking, "whats wrong
with this picture?"

Then it hit me.  She was tent-poleing the sheet.

She was really out of it, I could tell.  Not light, dreamy sleep, but
dead to the world sleep.  I was horny and out of my mind with lust, and
Id never seen an erect dick before (other than movies, and not counting
my own), so I just had to look.

I was real careful and I pulled the covers back and noticed her squirm a
little, and then she was nude.  I thought I was dreaming.  Her dick
looked about like mine, but it was on her body!  She had a smallish
set of nuts, though, and shed shaved most of the hair around it.  It
looked like a female version of a dick--pink and feminine and smooth, 
not
red and hot kinda ugly like mine.

I couldnt help myself, I touched it.  I put my fingertips on the base of
it and rubbed it a little, and watched Sheila squirm.  I rubbed it some
more and I was really getting off on watching her writhe in her sleep.
She had a little smile on her face.

I went to the bathroom and got the lube. I sat down on the mattress so I
could get a better position and I wrapped my lubed hand around it and 
did it
right.  At this point Sheila woke up.

For a minute I thought she was going to have a heart attack, and then 
she
realized what was going on and just relaxed while I kept stroking.  I
said good morning and talked to her real smooth and quiet, asking her 
how
she felt, and she just smiled and arched her back and answered in the
same tone of voice.  She started playing with her tits while I stroked
her, kneeding and caressing and teasing, while her breath got faster.
Then she went rigid and shot cum all over her belly and my hand.  I took
it easy, knowing how sensitive I get when I cum, but I kept milking her
dick until it was dry.

After that we got all the talking done.  How and when Id found out.
I wasnt grossed out and I wouldnt throw her out.  In fact I found it
a big turnon.  She said it felt like a huge weight was off her
shoulders, that she didnt have to hide it from me now.

We both had some stuff we had to do, and though I wanted to ignore it
all, she said shed make it up to me later, so we about our errands.

That night, after dinner and everything, we went to bed early.  Id
climbed into the sack.  Christ I was nervous.  It was one thing to do
this sort of stuff while still half-drunk in the morning, but now I was
thinking clearly and feeling real weird about it all.  But the minute
she walked in all that went out of my head.  She wore a semitransparent
robe and had her fixed great.  She pulled the robe tight across her tits
and then undid it and opened it up, and I was rock hard again.  She was
wearing a lacey red bra and matching panties, and the only thing that
looked different was the bulge in her crotch.  That really made me nuts.
She teased me, playing with her tits and tracing the outside of her cock
in her panties to make it stiff.  The panties looked like they were 
going
to pop.  She undid the bra and climbed onto the bed and straddled me and
stuck a big tit in my mouth, and she rubbed her dick across my leg.

I hoovered her tits like they were icecream.  They were better than any
Id ever had.  By the time I was done she was hot and panting.  She was
on her back and looking at me, pleading, and I thought fuck it, Im doing
it.  I went down to her crotch gave her cock a real quick lick and
realize my tongue wasnt going to shrivel up, so I did it again.  Her
cock was hard and hot, just like mine, but smooth like her skin.  I
worked it over just like Id have done my own if I could, and with her
hands in my hair, I finally got the nerve to inhale it.

It was neat.  Like a big sausage but I knew it was alive and loving it.
I licked it and ran my teeth over it, ran it all around my mouth and
pumped up and down on it.  It took me a few minutes to get used to it 
but
I quickly decided it was cool, and Sheila was just going nuts.  She was
bouncing and panting and carrying on, and that just made it all better.
When I knew she was going to cum I pushed it back as far as I could
without gagging and let it go in my throat.  I had to fight the urge to
puke, but with a few swallows I got it, and then I cleaned up the rest.

Ill admit I dont like the taste of cum.  Its like laundry bleach to me,
but once I got past the idea that semen would poison me I wasnt bothered
much by it.  And if my old girlfriends could do it, I could.

Now Sheila had shot twice today and I hadnt come at all, so we both knew
it was time.  I wasnt sure what to do, but she had an idea.  She was 
real
limber, so she pulled her knees up against her chest, lubed up my pole
and led me in her backdoor.  We were doing the missionary!  Normally the
missionary doesnt do much for me, but I could kiss her (and how), I 
could
suck on her tits, and the feeling of her cock and balls rubbing my belly
while I pumped her was out of this world.  I shot off way too soon even
though I kept trying to hold off.

She gave me a jack-off show, how cool it was to have her cock in one 
hand
and a beautiful breast in the other, until I was hard again.  She washed
me off and gave me the head of my life.

For her turn, she lubed me up and took me doggie-style.  I really didnt
want to do it at first--I thought that was too much, but she was laying
across me holding me tight--her tits rubbing my back and her hair in my
face and her lips on my hears, her hands on my nipples and my chest and
her dick sliding easily in and out of me.  The prostate stimulation made
me writhe in ecstacy.  She came inside me and jacked me off to another
incredible blast at the same time.

We collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

The End

