It was the commencement meter that my dad had remarried. She seemed nice at beginning, but then she turned out like most stepmothers do : heartless bitch. At least there was one good comfort : She had a pretty good-looking daughter that was two year younger than me.

My name is Brian. I was 14 long time old, mostly skinny, short and saturnine jet-black tomentum and shadow eyes that would penetrate into the deepest compass of a person. I tell you that I was tightly fitting, but that did n't intend I did n't have any muscle on me. I guess people 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 work for various neighbour, who paid me well. All of that sweating in an Arizona heat would keep you lean and throwing back clayey soil and yard clipping all day did n't hurt either. It gave me a muscular form, but I never saw myself that way back then. One thing I do remember is that I was just like every other 14-year-old boy : Horny as perdition.

My half-sister Jessica was n't exactly to die for, but she was easy on the heart. She was a few in shorter than me, had soft weak brown hair that was almost blonde, and green eye. She had a skillful twain of B cup mamilla that were growing in, and she stayed fit by playing volleyball with the local neighborhood chemical group that was always down at the park near the star sign.

We were like the typical half brother and stepsister. Pretty often acting like kinsperson and always annoying each early. It 's what brothers and sisters live to do to each early. We always did our homework 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 tardy and did not get adequate sleep, then it was a lesson learned and we would have got to suffer through school anyways. If our grades ever dropped, then they would suspend the privilege. But our ground level never dropped below a B+.

Jessica and I had bedroom right next to each early and the bathroom was across the hall. Jessica would always sustain the threshold shut, and I would save mine shut because we both wanted our seclusion. At least at first. As month passed by, we grew more comfortable around each former. She started first by standing in my bedroom 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 other hanging around her waist in the ever-amazing, gravity-denying boob-tuck. How it stayed there, I 'll never know. After a while, she would will the threshold to the bathroom receptive after she had changed into her bra and panties while she was rinsing off composition, but before she changed into pyjama. I remember how that cute petty solid ass looked. I always wanted to just go up and either smacking it or squeeze it. Once I caught her looking at herself in the mirror and squeezing her young soft tits up and together, in an effort to puddle them appear bigger. She caught me staring once from my bedroom doorway and she just stared back. After a import I averted my eyes, not knowing what I should do. Here was this hot looking girl with a gravid body, but what do I do with it ? She 's my sister for crying out tawdry. `` She 's not really your sister '' my wit told me. `` Hmmm '', I thought. `` I 'll have to think on that. ''

The hanging out talking escalated into me going into her sleeping accommodation after I took a shower and sitting on her bed chatting with her in nix but my towel. We talked about little girl who liked me at school and what I had done with girls so far. I talked with her about kisses I had stolen at schooling, and wanting to pull up a shirt of a girlfriend I had made out with and get to palpate her bosom, but we had been interrupted before we could get to second base base. I could see Jessica ? s face go red. Her respiration got deeper the more I talked about it. Her hands would transfix the side of the bed in anticipation of what would come next. I looked her and asked, `` You okay, Jessica ? Your face is a fiddling red ''. `` It 's just the story '', Jessica said. `` It gets me ... well ... a little stir ''.

I had never seen my stepsister this way. It started to get me hot and sonorous 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 peter '', 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 melodic theme. Mom and Dad are right side by side door to you and they might be able to hear us even now ''. `` Just a quick peek ? ``, she pleaded with me. `` No way ! Mom and Dad would stamp out us of they caught us ! Besides, I 'm wearing tighty-whitey 's underneath '', I lied. `` Oh, bullshit '', 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 exhibitioner. 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 good estimation. I 'm going to bed ''. Then I leaned in stuffy and whispered in her ear, `` It 's no fair 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 clothes and climb into bed with me '' I whispered to her.

At about one o'clock in the morning, my bedroom door opened. I could see the silhouette of my sister briefly in the threshold from the moonlight streaming through my windowpane. The doorway 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 priming coat and she came near my bed. I opened my optic and strained to see the nakedness of my little stepsister, but the moonlight was n't bright enough and I did n't need to take a chance turning on a light. My hammer stirred underneath and I was already at half-mast.

Jessica came future to the bed. `` Are you awake Brian '', she quietly asked. I slowly slide back the screen in response and she climbed into bed, rolling over my body and laid down on the other side, side by side to me. `` Ok, I 'm here '', she said. `` Now it 's your turn to hold up the end of your bargain. She pulled back the covers slowly and just enough that my pj's bottoms were exposed. I had opted out of wearing underwear that night, hoping she would be enticed to come. My dick was starting to strain at my pants.

Jessica slowly grabbed the round top of my pajama bottoms and pushed them down to my knees. She reached over and opened my bedroom blinds a little more so she could see practiced. `` 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. `` hellhole yes ! '' I said.

She stared at my dick for a few instant, examining it in item. `` Can I touch it '', she asked. `` Yeah. Just not too squiffy '', I said. She took her fingers and started to run them down my stopcock from the tip of my headway to the theme of my quill. It was a unaccented touch, and I did n't think that my 7 and a half inch dick could get any harder, but it did. I felt like my chief vein was going to pop from so much rakehell pumping though it. `` It 's so hard '', Jessica said. Are those your Lucille Ball ? '' she asked, referring to my testicles. `` They sure are, Jess. You can adjoin those too, if you want ''. She reached down with her right hand hand in an ever-careful touch and started to massage my bollock. I thought I was going to blow my encumbrance 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 pain. `` Jessica, that 's hurting. It needs lubricating substance ''. `` What do you stand for ? '' she asked. `` I mean it has to be slick. When I jack off, I usually use my own expectoration so that it does n't get chafed. '' `` Oh. '' she said. `` wellspring, I can fix that ''. She moved her top dog over my shaft and started to let spit fall from her backtalk onto the tip of my head. `` Is that enough ? '' she asked. `` make sure to get it all over. It has to be real 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 proficient. '' I told her. She sat up in bed so she could focus on what she was doing. I moved my hand to her spine and started to rub it and moved my handwriting down to her firm Brigham Young ass and started to force what I could get my hired man on. `` Mmhmmm '' she started to moan. I moved my leave behind hand to her chest while my right hand continued to stroke her backside. I slowly cupped her left chest in my hand. The touch and spirit of her breast was amazing. I started to gently rub it, and then started to crush it, and finally found her nipple and gave it a alight squeeze. `` Ooohhhhh '', escaped her lips. She leaned moved her left hand to my head, while her right helping hand took over the job of stroking my cock. She leaned in close to me and we shared our for the first time osculation. We had both made out with other people before, so we were a little receive. My helping hand continued to stroke her ass and breasts and she continued to moan into my sassing, which made it more difficult for anyone to hear, in subject they were.

'' Shit, Jess '' I said. `` I 'm not going to utmost much long if you keep that up ''. I grabbed my shirt that I had laid down future to my pillow before I got into bed. `` I 'm gon na cum Jess ! I 'm gon na cum ! go on that going ! ''. Jessica started to grip my turncock even tight and ran her all the way down to the theme of my cock and all the way to the tip, never quite letting go, and than back down again, flexing her wrist joint furiously trying to milk everything out of me. I quickly kicked all of my sheets and comforter off the bed and came in rope after rope 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 index number finger's breadth and scooped up a bantam bit of my sperm cell and looked at it. She squeezed it between her finger's breadth, feeling the wet, wetness and stickiness of it. Then she brought it to the tip of her tongue and got a gustatory perception. `` It tastes Wyrd '', she said. `` But it 's not so bad. Is that what goes into a little girl 's mouth when she gives a blow job ? ``, she asked me. `` Yes, although I 've never had a cock sucking before so I ca n't tell you what a girl would like. '' I said. She started to use my shirt to clean up all the rest of the cum that was on me.

'' Well, Jessica said, `` Maybe we can take tutelage of that tomorrow dark '' she said. She kissed me on the lips and rolled out of bed, picked up her robe, put it on and quietly slipped out the threshold and down to her room. I could n't believe I had just gotten the fortune to feel up my own step sister. My mind was reeling, but I was spent from the session. I drifted off to kip wondering what was in store for me the next dark .