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My new stepsister (inc, n/c?)

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.
