It was the first clock time that my dad had remarried. She seemed nice at for the first time, but then she turned out like most stepmothers do : heartless bitches. At least there was one good comfort : She had a pretty good-looking daughter that was two twelvemonth younger than me.

My name is Brian. I was 14 yr old, mostly skinny, short and dark jet-black hair and sorry eyes that would penetrate into the deepest range of a mortal. I tell you that I was skinny, but that did n't mean I did n't have any muscle on me. I guess multitude could say that I was lean and fit ; it 's just that I never pictured myself that way. I was always running around the neighborhood and used to do a lot of yard oeuvre for various neighbors, who paid me well. All of that sweating in an AZ hotness would keep you list and throwing back heavy ground and yard newspaper clipping all day did n't hurt either. It gave me a mesomorphic anatomy, but I never saw myself that way back then. One thing I do retrieve is that I was just alike every other 14-year-old boy : Horny as hell.

My stepsister Jessica was n't exactly to die for, but she was easy on the centre. She was a few inches scant than me, had soft light brown hair that was almost blonde, and William Green middle. She had a courteous duet of B cup breast that were growing in, and she stayed fit by playing volleyball game with the local neighborhood group that was always down at the park near the sign of the zodiac.

We were like the typical stepbrother and stepsister. Pretty much acting like family and always annoying each other. It 's what sidekick and sisters live to do to each other. We always did our prep out at the kitchen table and then watched TV even until after our parents went to bed. Our parents were laid back ; they understood the want of staying up late, and they figured if we were too tired from staying up recently and did not get enough quietus, then it was a lesson learned and we would bear to have through schooltime anyways. If our mark ever dropped, then they would freeze the exclusive right. But our class never dropped below a B+.

Jessica and I had bedchamber right following to each early and the bathroom was across the hall. Jessica would always keep the room access shut, and I would restrain mine shut because we both wanted our concealment. At to the lowest degree at first. As months passed by, we grew more well-fixed around each early. She started first by standing in my sleeping room doorway talking to me about school day or boys that she hated while wearing just her towels, one wrapped around her head from her still-wet hair, and the early hanging around her waist in the ever-amazing, gravity-denying boob-tuck. How it stayed there, I 'll never make out. After a patch, she would leave the door to the bath open after she had changed into her bra and panties while she was rinsing off makeup, but before she changed into pajamas. I remember how that cute little firm ass looked. I always wanted to just go up and either slap it or squeeze it. Once I caught her looking at herself in the mirror and squeezing her Brigham Young sonant tits up and together, in an effort to realize them appear bragging. She caught me staring once from my bedchamber doorway and she just stared back. After a present moment I averted my eyes, not knowing what I should do. Here was this hot looking little girl with a great body, but what do I do with it ? She 's my babe for crying out loud. `` She 's not really your sister '' my brain told me. `` Hmmm '', I thought. `` I 'll have to think on that. ''

The hanging out talking escalated into me going into her bedroom after I took a shower and sitting on her bed chatting with her in zilch but my towel. We talked about little girl who liked me at schooltime and what I had done with girls so far. I talked with her about kisses I had stolen at schoolhouse, and wanting to pull up a shirt of a girl I had made out with and get to feel her tits, but we had been interrupted before we could get to s root. I could see Jessica ? s face go red. Her breathing got inscrutable the more I talked about it. Her hand would transfix the side of the bed in expectancy of what would come next. I looked her and asked, `` You okay, Jessica ? Your face is a little red ''. `` It 's just the story '', Jessica said. `` It gets me ... well ... a short excited ''.

I had never seen my half sister this way. It started to get me hot and heavy too. I asked her if she had fooled around with any boys and she said that she had n't yet, but she wanted to. `` Can I see you thingy '', Jessica asked me. `` My hawkshaw '', I asked. `` Yeah '', she said. `` I just want to see it really fast. I have n't seen one before. '' `` Jess, this is n't a really good estimate. Mom and Dad are decently next room access to you and they might be able to hear us even now ''. `` Just a speedy peek ? ``, she pleaded with me. `` No way ! Mom and Dad would shoot down us of they caught us ! Besides, I 'm wearing tighty-whitey 's underneath '', I lied. `` Oh, talk through one's hat '', Jessica accused. `` I know you are n't wearing anything underneath that towel. I know plenty of boys and none of them ever bring clothes from their bedroom to change into after the shower. Especially when their bedroom is only 4 feet away from the bathroom ''. I spoke a little louder, just in case our parents were listening. `` Jessica, this is not a full idea. I 'm going to bed ''. Then I leaned in closing and whispered in her ear, `` It 's no bazaar that you would get to see me and I would not get to see you. Come into my room later tonight and take off your apparel and climb into bed with me '' I whispered to her.

At about one o'clock in the good morning, my bedchamber room access opened. I could see the silhouette of my sister briefly in the doorway from the moonlight streaming through my window. The door shut just as quickly and quietly as it had been opened. I could see she was wearing a robe, and then the robe fell to the ground and she came near my bed. I opened my eye and strained to see the nakedness of my little half-sister, but the moonshine was n't bright enough and I did n't want to risk turning on a light. My stopcock stirred underneath and I was already at half-mast.

Jessica came next to the bed. `` Are you awake Brian '', she quietly asked. I slowly slue back the natural covering in response and she climbed into bed, rolling over my body and laid down on the early side, next to me. `` Ok, I 'm here '', she said. `` Now it 's your bend to hold up the end of your buy. She pulled back the cover charge slowly and just enough that my pyjama bottoms were exposed. I had opted out of wearing underclothes that Night, hoping she would be enticed to descend. My dick was starting to stress at my drawers.

Jessica slowly grabbed the upper side of my pajama seat and pushed them down to my articulatio genus. She reached over and opened my sleeping room blinds a little more so she could see better. `` Oh my gosh !. Is it always like this '', she asked. `` No '', I said. `` Just when I get excited ''. `` Oh, so you 're excited to see me '', she teased. `` Hell yes ! '' I said.

She stared at my cock for a few moment, examining it in detail. `` Can I touch it '', she asked. `` Yeah. Just not too taut '', I said. She took her fingers and started to run them down my cock from the tip of my top dog to the understructure of my peter. It was a light touch, and I did n't mean that my 7 and a half inch shaft could get any harder, but it did. I felt like my main vein was going to pop from so very much blood pumping though it. `` It 's so voiceless '', Jessica said. Are those your balls ? '' she asked, referring to my nut. `` They sure are, Jess. You can touch those too, if you want ''. She reached down with her right paw in an ever-careful spot and started to rub down my orb. I thought I was going to waste my incumbrance right then. She then moved her left hand to my cock and gripped it lightly and started to stroke it. The problem was, I was still dry. It started to hurt. `` Jessica, that 's hurting. It needs lubricator ''. `` What do you stand for ? '' she asked. `` I mean it has to be slick. When I jack off, I usually use my own spit so that it does n't get chafed. '' `` Oh. '' she said. `` wellspring, I can fix that ''. She moved her head over my cock and started to let spit drop from her rima oris onto the tip of my head. `` Is that enough ? '' she asked. `` brand sure to get it all over. It has to be veridical slick, sis. '' I told her. She got enough spit from her mouth to coat my entire dick.

'' It 's so big '' she said. `` Start rubbing it again Jessica. It felt really upright. '' I told her. She sat up in bed so she could focus on what she was doing. I moved my mitt to her back and started to rub it and moved my hand down to her firm offspring ass and started to thrust what I could get my hands on. `` Mmhmmm '' she started to groan. I moved my leave helping hand to her chest while my right hand paw continued to stroke her seat. I slowly cupped her left breast in my hand. The touch and flavor of her titty was amazing. I started to gently rub it, and then started to shove it, and finally found her nipple and gave it a light squeeze. `` Ooohhhhh '', escaped her lips. She leaned moved her left handwriting to my head, while her right helping hand took over the job of stroking my cock. She leaned in end to me and we shared our first candy kiss. We had both made out with other people before, so we were a small experienced. My handwriting continued to stroke her ass and knocker and she continued to groan into my mouth, which made it more difficult for anyone to get word, in case they were.

'' Shit, Jess '' I said. `` I 'm not going to survive much longer if you keep that up ''. I grabbed my shirt that I had laid down next to my pillow before I got into bed. `` I 'm gon na cum Jess ! I 'm gon na cum ! maintain that going ! ''. Jessica started to fascinate my cock even tighter and ran her all the way down to the base of my cock and all the way to the tip, never quite letting go, and than back down again, flexing her wrist furiously trying to milk everything out of me. I quickly kicked all of my canvass and comforter off the bed and came in rope after rophy of hot cum exploded onto my chest and cock. `` Whoa '', Jessica said. `` Is that what happens when you cum ? '' `` It sure is sis. Although, I have n't cum like that before. You helped me out there '', I said.

Jessica reached down and took the tip of her power finger and scooped up a tiny bit of my sperm and looked at it. She squeezed it between her fingerbreadth, feeling the moisture, wetness and stickiness of it. Then she brought it to the tip of her lingua and got a preference. `` It tastes uncanny '', she said. `` But it 's not so bad. Is that what goes into a missy 's sassing when she gives a blow job ? ``, she asked me. `` Yes, although I 've never had a cock sucking before so I ca n't evidence you what a missy would like. '' I said. She started to use my shirt to clean up all the eternal rest of the cum that was on me.

'' Well, Jessica said, `` Maybe we can drive care of that tomorrow night '' she said. She kissed me on the backtalk and rolled out of bed, picked up her robe, put it on and quietly slipped out the door and down to her room. I could n't believe I had just gotten the chance to feel up my own measure baby. My mind was reeling, but I was spent from the session. I drifted off to kip wondering what was in storehouse for me the future night .