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My New Stepsister
by fred-fan

	I was eleven years old when my parents got divorced.  My 
mother immediately remarried and moved us from our sleepy Florida 
town to a city up north, into the new family's big old house in 
the suburbs.  We were thrown into an entirely new situation that 
included a new stepfather, a cat, three dogs, and, best of all, 
my new stepsister, Linda.
	She was just six weeks older than me and had been an only 
child, so we became instant friends.  She introduced me to the kids 
in the 'hood... and some 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 about the "S" word, but 
had never heard it spoken aloud -- until she said it, 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.
	Now curious, I pumped Linda for more information.  Soon she 
enriched my vocabulary with some more choice words and expressions, 
such as BONER and BLOWJOB.  Whether from the erotic suggestion, or 
from my natural progession into adolescence, soon I began to get my 
own boners.  I can remember having often played "doctor" in the 
past, with anyone that would join me; but this new combination of 
Linda, her budding young body, her sexual knowlege, her lack of 
inhibitions, and my newfound boners -- this was a whole new ballgame.
	Eventually, as with all adolescent boys, I began sporting 
wood about every few minutes, whether I wanted to or not.  Sometimes 
I would run excitedly from my room into hers and, 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 gently, 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, but 
the truth is that I was an almost hairless young boy who had never 
had an orgasm yet, and it was only for a few seconds, anyway.
	But 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.  (These days I don't 
use a blanket, and, thanks to my wife, it's more like once a month 
now instead of five times a day!)  
	By the time we were fourteen, I began CRAVING some real sex.
Unfortunately, Linda had matured faster and was beginning to distance 
herself from me, whether in favor of actual dates with boyfriends or 
because she had real titties now.  In any case, she was becoming more 
inhibited and unwilling to play, just when I was starting to really 
get revved up.
	I will never know how far she went with these dates, because 
she wouldn't even divulge this type of information anymore.  But one 
thing was sure: she still had an itch that needed scratching.  I knew 
this for a fact, because of a weird little game that we developed --
at least I THINK it was a game...

	I never cared much for backrubs, but Linda seemed to love 
them.  Since our parents were always out partying on Saturday nights 
(but were too cheap to get a sitter), we would often both be home 
with a bowl of popcorn, on her bed in her room watching the "Double 
Chiller Theatre" monster movies.  For spooky ambience, the only light 
would be from the little black and white TV set, and we be in our 
pj's, ready to jump into our beds and feign sleep instantly when we 
heard our parents stumble in.  
	Linda would ask, "Give me a backrub, wouldja?"

	I can still replay the scene in my mind's eye, as if it were 
happening right now.  She had been sitting cross-legged to my right 
on the edge of her bed, but now she pivots and stretches her legs out 
behind me.  She flops over onto her stomach, resting her head on her 
arms and facing the TV.  Her firm little 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 shoulder
blades.  I gradually widen the circles to include her shoulders and 
the center of her back.  Eventually I use my fingers and the flat of 
my hand to press firmly against her.  This causes her pajama top to 
ride up, baring about half of her back and confirming my suspicions
that she is not wearing a bra.  I continue rubbing her, all over her 
back.  Her eyes are closed, the monster movie forgotten.
	I gently ask, "Linda?" and get no response.  Is she asleep?  
I am not sure; let's find out.  I know that she would never let me 
feel her up if she were awake.  I very slowly work my left hand down 
to under her armpit, massaging all the way.  As I continue even 
further down her ribcage, soon I am at the place where her left 
breast swells out.  I am gently but excitedly stroking the soft skin
at the side of her tittie.
	Her boobs may not be Playboy-huge, but they are right here, 
right now, soft and warm and smooth and infinitely more accessible 
than any glossy paper image.  They are only like grapefruit halves,
but I get a huge lump in my throat as I squint in the dim TV glow 
and see the smooth curvature that I am caressing.  From her position
of lying on her stomach, the boob sort of squooshes out to the side,
further accenting the exciting roundness.  
	I gently probe under the smooth swell with my fingertips, in
hopes of touching the nipple.  It is too tight a fit, and I don't 
want to wake her and spoil this moment.  I wonder if the right one 
is better situated?  I snake my right hand over to her right side, 
only to find the same position.  I can't reach her nipple just now,
not this way, but I am practically trembling with excitement anyway.
Just caressing the soft skin on the sides of her titties has caused
me to get a raging boner.  
	Technically, this isn't a "back" rub anymore, so I make sure
I am prepared to retreat fast if she wakes up and says anything.  But
her eyes are still shut tightly and her breathing is even and smooth.
I reach under her left forearm and, very gently, pull up slightly as
my other hand snakes gently under towards the nipple.  
	My heart stops as she mumbles!  She separates her arms and 
twists over onto her right side, bending her knees slightly behind 
me.  Her pajama top is still halfway up her chest.  She still appears
to be sleeping soundly.  
	Now I can stroke my hand slowly up her side under the pajama 
top, stopping at the curve of her breast.  I keep softly 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 get caught and piss her off)
and partly due to a bothersome question: is what I'm doing a form of 
rape?  

	Of my various fantasies, my violent raping of a woman is not
one I particularly enjoy.  Even though I may still be a virgin, in my
heart I'm a lover, not a fighter.  I have to admit that certain movie
rape scenes have caused a twinge in my dick; still, it ranks way on 
down near the bottom of the list, right near the one where I pop some
other guy's dick in my mouth.  Yes, a few of these thoughts may 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 throbbing almost painfully.
Yes, even at my tender age of fourteen I am already learning the life
lesson about 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 shifts a little bit and emits 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 still seems to be sleeping.  I notice that she 
is clenching her thighs together a bit; I can see the flexing of her 
left thigh and her butt muscles.  She then shifts again, just 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 pajama bottoms which have
elastic on the legs.  I try to shift around sideways to get better 
access with my hand, but there isn't room on the bed anymore.  I 
guess I'll just sit on the floor, but first 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 almost down to her knee to contort my arm enough to 
continue up under the elastic barrier; of course, this does not deter
me.  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 have made, I can feel extreme heat and the fuzzy 
edges of her pubic hair.  I gently let go of the legband 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 quivers a little bit in her sleep, which helps 
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 fuzzy pussy lips, 
watching her face carefully in case she wakes up.  Her mouth is open
a little bit and she is breathing audibly, but not with a sound sleep
type of slow rhythm.  Her butt is starting to quiver a little, as 
though she may be cold.  Should I cover her up with a blanket?
	Instead I keep working my fingertips around over her labia, 
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 here.  My middle and ring fingers are in up to the 
nails.  Linda makes a little whimper and her quivering is a little 
bit 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 the leg right up, no
problem, but her pajama bottoms are tending to move with her and 
shrinking what little room I had.  Reluctantly, I completely withdraw
my hand, but at least her left leg is now about ninety degrees up from
her lower leg, almost at the edge of the bed.  
	My knees are killing me, but in all the 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, by grabbing the fabric from the crotch 
area and gently pulling 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 could have been a wine-
taster, if only I liked wine.  I am completely bowled over by the 
aroma that those slippery juices are giving off.  If I hadn't loved
Linda before, I fall head over heels now.  I move closer and closer
to her secret perfume spot with my face, inhaling the air deeply.  
Later I would learn that the buzz I am enjoying is caused by a group
of chemicals called pheremones, but right now I can't care about a
single thing, except to not wake Linda up and shut off the source of
this divine fragrance.  
	As I get even closer to her pussy, I can see a little better.
I can barely make out the labia, which are sort of puffed up and out,
not like my little sister's 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 but intoxicating
time, trying to inhale as deeply as possible without exhaling so much
that she will feel my breath on her.
	I decide to get really daring, and I stick my tongue out to 
touch her labia.  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 and slowly poke my tongue in as far as I can manage
at this awkward angle.  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, forcing my
head out quickly, and giving me a heart attack.  She wiggles around,
squirming until she has bent both legs and pointed her butt up into 
the air, sleeping like a little baby!  Is she awake, or sound asleep?
	After waiting a long minute (maybe ten seconds?) I grab her 
butt gently and wait for a response.  Nothing.  I grab the waistband
of her pajama bottoms and slowly pull them down, past her hips, and 
then over the curve of her butt.  I can get them all the way down to
past the legbands.  Her pussy is fully exposed now, and I can see it
better with the improved angle.  The labia are still mysterious to 
me, with their secretive folds, but at least there are now two 
distinct halves visible.  
	I take my middle finger and gently plunge it between these 
halves.  To my great delight and surprise, she wiggles back on it, 
impaling it further than I would have even dared to stick it in!  She
is moaning and quivering now, with my finger up her pussy.  The rest 
of my fingers are in the way of further penetration, so I remove the 
middle one and insert my index finger instead.  She moans and wiggles
back on it, even more!  
	The walls of her pussy feel like the softest slippery silk, 
like the inside of a tight 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 so-called 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 middle finger, which is still wet from before.
As I continue probing and stroking the sides, finger-fucking her, 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 my dick inside of her?
	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 will be dead meat 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,
which is something I have only heard about.  This time I stand up and
put my left foot over her on the far side of the bed, 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 lean
on my straightened right arm to suspend myself above her.  I swoop my
face down to that beautiful and mysterious spot once again.  With my 
face practically upside down, my nose is bumping right up against the
front of her slit, and if I thought the smell was good before, it is
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 
all the way up the full length of her slit to the front 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, up and down, as 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 are 
having a really wild and sloppy French kiss.  Sometimes I try slowing
my tongue down to test her reaction, which she unconsciously makes 
clear by her moans and by the wiggling of her butt.  Sometimes I move
my tongue 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 almost 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.  
	Now 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.  I'm thinking she is going to wake 
HERSELF up.  I am not sure whether to hang on tight or run away
before this happens.  I decide to stand up and get ready to bolt.
At this point, I just hope that she will think that she had a very
erotic dream.
	Still trembling, her hips very slowly sink back down to the 
surface of the bed.  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 must add that this
story is a compilation of my memories of MANY such similar incidents.
	Ultimately I couldn't take the frustration of the one-way
pleasure trip.  If only she had said, "I'll make it worth your while,"
or had somehow given me some hope of reciprocation...  THAT'S the real
food for some of my fantasies, even today, 30 years later.
	However, to this day, I am not one of those many men who, I
suspect, go down on a woman just for the idea that they will likely
soon get a blowjob.  I still CRAVE the taste and smell and sensations,
and get turned on, nearly to the point of orgasm, by licking my wife's
pussy.
	Guess what?  This causes no complaints in our household...

Comments?  email me at fred-fan@juno.com


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