("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
My Stepsister Was A She-Male
by Stephen (me@steven.com)
***
The title of this store pretty much tells it all.
Nothing like finding out that your pretty step-sister
has a wanker bigger than yours. It's, what you might do
with that information that twists this store into a
knot. (MM, 1st-bi-expr, tv)
***
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 kind of 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 didn't get any
farther than that.
So about a year goes by and my dad called and said
Sheila was transferring 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
succulent tits and I just couldn't 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. I'd
shoehorned a queen-size bed into that bedroom and I
didn't 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
we'd alternate like that.
I got her moved in and we went about our lives. We were
both busy with school and work so we didn't go out much,
and we ended up becoming quick best-friends.
Now I'd never lived with a woman before and it had been
a while since I'd gotten laid, so I found myself getting
distracted by Sheila a lot. I'm normally not a nosy
person but we both did each other's 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 weren't
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 she'd walk around the house in one. But it hadn't
happened. I hadn't 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 wasn't home. But one time it was my night on
the sofa, it was late and I couldn't go to sleep and my
dick was a broomstick. And after tossing and turning I
decided fuck it I'm 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 doesn't care. I waited
until she went back to her room, and I really blew a
load.
I wouldn't have thought much of it but it began
happening a helluva lot of the time. For awhile it
seemed like I couldn't 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 didn't 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
didn't 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-poling 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 rock hard. The
nipples were like pencil erasers and the areolas 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 I'd ever felt
it. I thought the knob would pop off from the pressure.
But I kept thinking, "What's wrong with this picture?"
Then it hit me. She was tent-poling 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 I'd 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 she'd 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 and kind of ugly
like mine.
I couldn't 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,
kneading 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 I'd
found out. I wasn't grossed out and I wouldn't throw her
out. In fact I found it a big turn-on. She said it felt
like a huge weight was off her shoulders, that she
didn't 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 she'd make it up to me later,
so we about our errands.
***
That night, after dinner and everything, we went to bed
early. I'd 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 moved my mouth over her tits like they were ice-cream.
They were better than any I'd 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, I'm
doing it.
I went down to her crotch gave her cock a real quick
lick and realize my tongue wasn't 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 I'd have done my own if I could, and with her hands
in my hair, I finally got the nerve to inhale it.
It was cool, like a big sausage but I knew it was alive
and I was 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.
I'll admit I don't like the taste of cum. It's like
laundry bleach to me, but once I got past the idea that
semen would poison me I wasn't bothered much by it. And
if my old girlfriends could do it, I could.
Now Sheila had shot twice today and I hadn't come at
all, so we both knew it was time. I wasn't 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
doesn't 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 didn't 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 ears, 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 ecstasy.
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
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 68