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Archive name: stepsis.txt (mf-teens, inc, oral, mast)
Authors name: Jimmy Bond (c) 1994
Story title : My New Stepsister

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My New Stepsister (mf-teens, inc, oral, mast)
By Jimmy Bond (c) 1994

***

A young lad has to go through his parent's divorce, only 
to endure his mother's remarriage and a move to a 
strange town with his new dad and stepsister. He soon 
finds that it isn't so bad when he and his new sister 
hit it off.

***

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 
progression 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 body, her 
knowledge, 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 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 'real' sex. 
Unfortunately, Linda was maturing faster than I and was 
beginning to distance herself from me, either in favor 
of actual dates with boyfriends or because she had real 
tits 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) loves 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 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 skin. 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. I know that 
she would never let me feel her up under any other 
circumstances. 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 protests. 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 relaxed with eyes closed.

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 piss her off) and partly due to the 
bothersome question: is this morally right? 

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 my dick to get hard, still it ranks way 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 remains 
still with eyes closed . 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 leg band 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 becomes 
alarmed. 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 
pussy lips 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 there. My middle and ring fingers are in up to the 
nails. Linda makes a little whimpering sound 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 for her 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 "pheromones" - but right then I didn't care about 
a thing except that Linda might make me stop.

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 sisters 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. 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 leg bands. Her pussy is fully exposed now, 
and I can see it better with the improved lighting 
angle. Her pussy was 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 gauge 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.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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