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 Archive name: sishands.txt (ffm,exhid,mast,first)
 Authors name: Schulzie (schulzie@my-dejanews.com)
 Story title : "StepSis With the Devilish Hands"


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 StepSis with the Devilish Hands
 by Schulzie



 The first hand-job I ever got from someone other than
 myself was from my stepsister who was about 5 or 6
 years older than me. It only happened once, but it's
 a memory that has lasted a life time. At the time this
 took place, she was 18; I had just turned 13.

 My mom and stepfather got married when I was twelve.
 At the time, my Mom and I lived in a one bedroom
 apartment. My stepfather had also lived in a one bed-
 room apartment with his 17 year old daughter. At both
 apartments, the parent took the one bedroom while the
 child took the living room sofa. Neither my mom nor
 stepfather were making much money, and since our
 apartment was a little roomier than his, it was
 decided that he and his daughter would move in with
 us until larger quarters could be found.

 So for a few months, I found myself sharing a pull-out
 sleeper sofa with my stepsister, Lynn.

 Lynn, who was seventeen when I first met her, she
 wasn't a raving beauty by any stretch of the imagi-
 nation. In fact, she was rather plain. She had dirty
 blonde hair, a turned up nose, and was somewhat plump.
 But it was a whole new experience for me to have a
 stepsister.

 At first, it was awkward sharing the same bed with
 another person. Just the idea of not having all that
 bed space to myself took awhile to get used to; I had
 slept by myself all my life and I wasn't accustomed to
 having someone else sleeping next to me. Any time
 either one of us shifted positions, it usually woke
 the other one up.

 The fact that I was sharing my bed with a teenage
 girl didn't bother me at first. At twelve, I hadn't
 developed a strong interest in girls even though my
 body had been going through puberty since I was ten.

 I had not begun to associate the changes in my body
 with sex yet, and I only thought of girls as boys with
 different body parts. But after a few weeks of sleeping
 next to Lynn, I began to grow curious about the female
 body. Lynn wore very little to bed. Usually she wore a
 short and sheer blue top and just her underwear below.
 I became aware of how her breasts would shake under-
 neath that blue top as she moved about the living room
 before she crawled into bed. I was fascinated with the
 curves of her body, and when I would try to peek at her
 breasts under the top she wore, I could clearly see her
 nipples.

 The underwear she wore were always cotton, very thin
 cotton. I hadn't quite figured out exactly what a girl
 looked like down there, but I knew they had some kind
 of hole that a dick went in when a man and woman wanted
 to make babies. Aside from that, I was pretty ignorant
 what lay beneath her clothes.

 Because the sleeper sofa was so small, we practically
 slept side-by-side. I often wanted to find a way to get
 a look under her top at those boobs which I figured - 
 looking back on it - to be about 36D's.  I wished I
 could also see under her panties, but I never had the
 nerve to lift either her top up or pull the front of
 her panties outward to take a peek.

 Sometimes in the early morning when the first light of
 the day filtered in through the gaps in the curtain,
 there was enough light to see her as she slept. I would
 carefully pull the covers down to see her in her scanty
 sleeping wear. I would look at her tits as she breathed
 in an out. Sometimes her nipples would be erect; some-
 times not. I could see slight hints of her pubic hair
 beneath those cotton panties, especially when she wore
 white ones.

 I slept as I had always slept before I began sharing
 my bed with Lynn; an undershirt and boy's briefs.

 Looking at her always gave me a hard-on which I used
 to refer to as a boner back then. I had been getting
 boners for awhile, but there didn't seem to be any
 rhyme or reason to them. I just got them and had not
 been able to connect them to any particular cause.
 However, since sleeping with Lynn, I began to relate
 all my boners specifically to Lynn and was beginning
 to understand a little more about sex.

 Though I never got the nerve to touch her in an inti-
 mate way, she seemed to wind up putting her hands on
 me while she slept. Anytime she would roll over, her
 hand seemed to find a way to land on top of me.

 The first few times, her hand landed on my chest. That
 was about it; it would just rest on my chest - life-
 less. Then, whenever her hand rested on my chest, it
 would start rubbing my chest in a slow, lazy sort of
 way. I assumed she was asleep because I never detected
 any significant change to her breathing. As far as I
 knew, she might have been dreaming that she was pet-
 ting a stuffed animal or something. No matter; it felt
 good, and often it was hard to sleep feeling her hand
 on me, not to mention the fact that I had an erection
 pushing up against my underwear.

 One night, as I tried to sleep with her hand on my
 chest, she moved her hand downward. It just slid down
 past my stomach, brushed against my dick, and came to
 rest on my upper thigh.

 The result of her hand touching my dick for just a mo-
 ment, plus my awareness of her hand on my thigh just
 an inch or two away from my crotch gave me a hard-on
 that was harder than it had ever been before. Her hand
 stayed there. My dick stayed hard.

 For what had to be more than an hour, that's how we
 lay; me with a boner, and her with a warm hand close
 to it.

 Eventually, she rolled over, and I was able to get to
 sleep though it was not easy to do with the way I felt.

 The next night, it happened again...in almost the same
 way. First her hand was on my chest, then it slid down
 over my limp dick, and finally stopped at my upper
 thigh. Only this time, her fingertips rested on my
 balls. I thought I would go crazy. I wanted so much to
 take her hand and place it right on my dick which stood
 painfully at attention under my underwear. But I was
 so afraid she would wake up and get mad.

 Again, after what seemed to be an eternity, I was wide
 awake taking in all the sensations of her hand on my
 leg and the tips of her fingers touching my nuts.

 Occasionally, her fingers would twitch and brush across
 my balls. Anytime I felt my erection was going to sub-
 side, all it took was one quick brush of fingers
 against my balls to make me rock hard again. I was so
 tired. I had to try and get some sleep because in the
 past few days I had gotten very little rest due to all
 the attention I was paying to Lynn's hand touching my
 body during the night. I decided to take matters into
 my own hands...literally.

 Very quietly and slowly, I pulled back the waistband
 of my underwear - being careful not to pull it too far
 down so as not to touch Lynn's fingers on my balls -
 and with the other hand, I grabbed my dick. God, it was
 so hard. I had played with my dick plenty of times in
 the past year or two, and just the year before I ejac-
 ulated for the first time.

 I had discovered the wonderful sedating effects of an
 orgasm, so I knew if I jerked off, I'd have an orgasm,
 my boner would go down, and maybe I could get some
 sleep.

 There we were. I was laying on my back with dick in
 hand. She was lying on her side with her arm stretched
 out toward me, her hand just barely touching my balls.
 I looked over to see if she was asleep. Her eyes were
 shut and her breathing was slow. As Lynn slept next to
 me, I began to stroke my dick, slowly at first because
 I was afraid I would wake her up with any major move-
 ment of my hand. But as I approached my climax, I
 picked up the pace of my stroking and tensed my legs
 as I got ready to cum. I was trying h ard not to
 breathe too heavily for fear that shewould wake up and
 catch me beating off at just the moment I was shooting
 off.

 But just as I was starting to feel my cum rise up from
 my balls, she flicked her fingers a couple of times
 against my balls; not soft and light like before, but
 a little harder and I could feel her fingernails scrape
 against my sac. I came just at that second, spewing my
 teenage sperm out all over my chest and stomach. My
 orgasm only last a short time, but the power of the
 explosion caused me to start hyperventilating after
 having controlled my breathing for so long.

 I was sure the sound of my quick and heavy breathing
 would wake her up. As soon as my orgasm was over, I
 quickly glanced in her direction. Her eyes were still
 closed and she appeared to still be sound asleep.
 Quietly, I reached my arm up to the end table next to
 the sofa bed, pulled a couple of Kleenex in the box
 that was sitting there, and cleaned myself up the best
 I could. I carefully began to pull my underwear up,
 stuffing the used Kleenex into my underwear so I could
 dispose of it in the morning when I went to the bath-
 room.

 To both my relief and regret, the incident did not
 repeat itself the next night. Her hands came nowhere
 near my body. Again, the following night it didn't
 happen. Not the next nigh eithert. It never happened
 again for the entire time we remained in that
 apartment.

 A few months later, we moved into a townhouse my mom
 and stepdad decided to rent. My bedroom was directly
 across the hall from Lynn's. Her bedroom furniture was
 arranged in such a way that her dresser (with mirror
 attached) was angled in the corner so that from my
 bedroom I could see most of her room.

 Shortly after we had all moved in together, I was
 treated to sights of Lynn dressing and undressing.
 Whenever the parents weren't home, she rarely closed
 her bedroom door. It didn't dawn on me until later
 that this was more than coincidental - she obviously
 was doing this on purpose as she always closed the
 door when they were home.

 The first time I saw her, she was changing her clothes
 off to the side of the room and thanks to the mirror
 I got my first glimpse of naked female flesh. Not much
 to see from that angle; a quick view of her ass, pro-
 file of her tits, but WOW! - this was definitely cool.
 Several more of these quick flashes happened before I
 got the big payoff. One night while our parents were
 out, she stood right in front of the mirror. From the
 mirror, I got a great view of her boobs, a great brown
 haired bush, and pointing directly at me - her ass,
 which was a bit on the big side, but I didn't care.
 I could see everything!

 And then...she caught me looking. Looking into the
 mirror while she was admiring her own boobs, she saw
 me looking from my bedroom. She didn't care. For a
 twelve-year old boy, this was hard to understand. I
 had no idea what exhibitionism was all about, so I
 couldn't understand why she kept on standing there
 totally naked when I know for sure she had caught me
 looking.

 It was what happened the following summer that opened
 up a whole new world for me. I had turned 13 shortly
 after we moved into the house, and Lynn turned 18 a
 few months later. Lynn and one of her friends had
 plans one summer day to go to one of the local swimming
 clubs. My mom asked if it would be okay if she could
 take me along with them. Although I'm sure she had
 better things to do than have me tagging along, Lynn
 was pretty cool about it.

 She pretty much let me do what I wanted at the pool
 while she and her friend were checking out the guys.

 We spent the better part of the day there, and when
 it was time to go home we drove back still wearing our
 bathing suits.

 Upon entering the house, Lynn looked at me and said,
 "Looks like you got too much sun. We better take care
 of that before it really begins to hurt. Go take a
 cold shower and when you come out, I'll put some cold
 creme on your sunburn."

 This made sense to me since I could feel that my
 shoulders and upper back were a little sore. So I took
 the shower and came out with a towel around my waist.

 She was waiting for me in my bedroom. Her friend was
 still in Lynn's bedroom getting changed I suppose.
 Lynn told me to lie on the bed so she could put the
 cold creme on my back. She began to apply the creme
 to my upper back. It was very soothing, and I thought
 it was nice of her to do this for me. She rubbed the
 creme down lower on my back and told me I'd have to
 loosen my towel so she could get down to the small
 of my back.

 I told her I didn't think I was sunburned there, but
 she said she could see pink skin there.

 Okay, I thought, and loosened the towel so she could
 get at my lower back.

 She spent a little time rubbing the creme there under
 the towel, and then put a little on my thighs and
 calves.  At that point, her friend came into the room
 and said to Lynn,  "Having fun?"

 Lynn replied "Yeah, wanna help?" Then she told me to
 roll over so she could get my chest and legs in the
 front.

 You have to believe me that I was very naive as a
 thirteen year old and had no idea that this was a
 not-so-innocent encounter. I actually believed that
 this was just Lynn trying to do something nice for
 her stepbrother.

 I rolled over and kept the towel draped over my middle.
 Lynn told her friend to rub the creme on my chest while
 she would do the same on my legs. Her friend started
 around my shoulders while Lynn began putting the creme
 on my feet, shins, and knees.

 All the time they were doing this, they were giving
 each other looks and grins. I knew there was some girl
 thing going on, but I wasn't aware of what they were
 up to. Then they began to work toward the middle with
 Lynn working on my thighs and her friend working on my
 stomach.

 That's when I started to get an erection. I was lying
 on my back in front of two older girls and my dick was
 starting to get hard. I was petrified. I couldn't let
 them see my dick get hard. I didn't know what to do.
 Should I roll over on my back? Run to the bathroom? My
 dick was getting hard real fast as their hands move
 closer to it.

 Lynn noticed the towel rising and said (and I can still
 hear her saying this) "Is little brother getting a
 boner?", in sort of a mock-surprised voice. "Look", she
 said to her friend, "my little brother is getting a
 boner!"

 Now I'm really feeling mortified. Her friend said,
 "You're right, he is."

 Looking back on it, I realize now I had been set up.
 Their voices were just a little too phony sounding as
 if they knew all along they were going to do this, but
 at that time I was clueless. All I wanted to do was
 crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. I couldn't
 believe they were staring at my dick and talking about
 boners. I didn't even know girls knew about boners. And
 here they were, looking and talking about it. I was
 paralyzed from a combination of fear and excitement.
 Then, Lynn reached under the towel and squeezed my
 dick. All of this was happening way too fast, and
 things were beyond my control.

 She said. "Jesus, he's so hard. Little brother is
 growing up." They both giggled, and I must have
 blushed several shades of red at this point. She was
 talking about my dick. Then she tells her friend, "Go
 ahead, feel it."

 Oh my God, I thought. She's going to touch it too!

 With that, Lynn threw the towel aside and they both
 toyed with my dick awhile, making comments about it.
 Then Lynn began stroking it, sort of like the way I
 did when I played with myself. What did she know about
 beating off, I wondered. I knew girls didn't have dicks
 and I couldn't figure out how she knew about boners and
 beating off.

 I had no idea why she was doing this or why they both
 seemed to be getting enjoyment doing this to me. I was
 extremely embarrassed on the one hand, yet part of me
 was really enjoying the attention and how Lynn's hand
 felt so good stroking my dick.

 It didn't take long for me to come, and as I did, both
 girls watched me and gave each other little amused
 grins. I sprayed semen all over my chest and stomach.
 I felt humiliated, yet I was so excited about what had
 just taken place. I had ejaculated in front of two
 older girls.

 It was over almost as quickly as it had begun. The
 girls took off to Lynn's bedroom and I could hear them
 whispering and giggling behind the closed door.

 Looking back on this event after many, many years, I
 realize fully the little game Lynn was playing with me.
 And I've come to the conclusion that she was a control
 freak. She never gave me another handjob the entire
 time she lived with us, but she had me eating out of
 the palm of her hand. There wasn't anything I wouldn't
 do for her in hopes she would do it again. And she knew
 it too. In some ways, I became her little slave.

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 Schulzie (schulzie@my-dejanews.com)
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