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StepSis with the Devilish Hands (m/FF; teen; inc)

by Schulzie

The first hand-job I ever got from someone other than myself was from my 
stepsister who was about 5 or 6 years older than me. It only happened 
once, but it's a memory that has lasted a life time. At the time this 
took place, she was 18; I had just turned 13.

My mom and stepfather got married when I was twelve. At the time, my Mom 
and I lived in a one bedroom apartment. My stepfather had also lived in 
a one bedroom apartment with his 17 year old daughter. At both 
apartments, the parent took the one bedroom while the child took the 
living room sofa. Neither my mom nor stepfather were making much money, 
and since our apartment was a little roomier than his, it was decided 
that he and his daughter would move in with us until larger quarters 
could be found. So for a few months, I found myself sharing a pull-out 
sleeper sofa with my stepsister, Lynn. 

Lynn, who was seventeen when I first met her, was not a raving beauty by 
any stretch of the imagination. In fact, she was rather plain. She had 
dirty blonde hair, a turned up nose, and was somewhat plump. But it was 
a whole new experience for me to have a stepsister.

At first, it was awkward sharing the same bed with another person. Just 
the idea of not having all that bed space to myself took awhile to get 
used to; I had slept by myself all my life and I wasn't accustomed to 
having someone else sleeping next to me. Any time either one of us 
shifted positions, it usually woke the other one up.

The fact that I was sharing my bed with a teenage girl didn't bother me 
at first. At twelve, I hadn't developed a strong interest in girls even 
though my body had been going through puberty since I was ten. I had not 
begun to associate the changes in my body with sex yet, and I only 
thought of girls as boys with different body parts. But after a few 
weeks of sleeping next to Lynn, I began to grow curious about the female 
body. Lynn wore very little to bed. Usually she wore a short and sheer 
blue top and just her underwear below. I became aware of how her breasts 
would shake underneath that blue top as she moved about the living room 
before she crawled into bed. I was fascinated with the curves of her 
body, and when I would try to peek at her breasts under the top she 
wore, I could clearly see her nipples.

The underwear she wore were always cotton, very thin cotton. I hadn't 
quite figured out exactly what a girl looked like down there, but I knew 
they had some kind of hole that a dick went in when a man and woman 
wanted to make babies. Aside from that, I was pretty ignorant what lay 
beneath her clothes.

Because the sleeper sofa was so small, we practically slept 
side-by-side. I often wanted to find a way to get a look under her top 
at those boobs which I figured - looking back on it - to be about 36D's. 
I wished I could also see under her panties, but I never had the nerve 
to lift either her top up or pull the front of her panties outward to 
take a peek. Sometimes in the early morning when the first light of the 
day filtered in through the gaps in the curtain, there was enough light 
to see her as she would sleep. I would carefully pull the covers down to 
see her in her scanty sleeping wear. I would look at her tits as she 
breathed in an out. Sometimes her nipples would be erect; sometimes not.  
I could see slight hints of her pubic hair beneath those cotton panties, 
especially when she wore white ones. I slept as I had always slept 
before I began sharing my bed with Lynn; an undershirt and boy's briefs.

Looking at her always gave me a hard-on which I used to refer to as a 
boner back then. I had been getting boners for awhile, but there didn't 
seem to be any rhyme or reason to them. I just got them and had not been 
able to connect them to any particular cause. However, since sleeping 
with Lynn, I began to relate all my boners specifically to Lynn and was 
beginning to understand a little more about sex.

Though I never got the nerve to touch her in an intimate way, she seemed 
to wind up putting her hands on me while she slept. Anytime she would 
roll over, her hand seemed to find a way to land on top of me. The first 
few times, her hand landed on my chest. That was about it; it would just 
rest on my chest - lifeless. Then, whenever her hand rested on my chest, 
it would start rubbing my chest in a slow, lazy sort of way. I assumed 
she was asleep because I never detected any significant change to her 
breathing. As far as I knew, she might have been dreaming that she was 
petting a stuffed animal or something. No matter; it felt good, and 
often it was hard to sleep feeling her hand on me, not to mention the 
fact that I had an erection pushing up against my underwear.

One night, as I tried to sleep with her hand on my chest, her hand moved 
downward. It just slid down past my tummy, brushed against my dick, and 
came to rest on my upper thigh. The result of her hand touching my dick 
for just a moment, plus my awareness of her hand on my thigh just an 
inch or two away from my crotch gave me a hard-on that was harder than 
it had ever been before. Her hand stayed there. My dick stayed hard. For 
what had to be more than an hour, that's how we lay; me with a boner, 
and her with a warm hand close to my boner. Eventually, she rolled over, 
and I was able to get to sleep though it was not easy to do with the way 
my dick was so stiff.

The next night, it happened again...in almost the same way. First her 
hand was on my chest, then it slid down over my limp dick, and finally 
stopped at my upper thigh. Only this time, her fingertips rested on my 
balls. I thought I would go crazy. I wanted so much to take her hand and 
place it right down on my dick which stood at attention under my 
underwear. But I was so afraid she would wake up and get mad. Again, 
after what seemed to be an eternity, I was wide awake taking in all the 
sensations of her hand on my legs and the tips of her fingers touching 
my scrotum. Occasionally, her fingers would twitch and brush across my 
scrotal sac. Anytime I felt my erection was going to subside, all it 
took was one quick brush of fingers against my balls to make it rock 
hard again. I was so tired. I had to get to sleep because in the past 
few days I had gotten very little rest due to all the attention I was 
paying to Lynn's hand touching my body during the night. I decided to 
take matters into my own hands...literally.

Very quietly and slowly, I pulled back the waistband of my underwear 
-being careful not to pull it too far down so as not to touch Lynn's 
fingers on my balls - and with the other hand, I grabbed my dick. God, 
it was so hard. I had played with my dick plenty of times in the past 
year or two, and just the year before I ejaculated for the first time. I 
had discovered the wonderful sedating effects of an orgasm, so I knew if 
I jerked off, I'd have an orgasm, my boner would go down, and maybe I 
could get some sleep.

There we were. I was laying on my back with dick in hand. She was lying 
on her side with her arm stretched out toward me, her hand just barely 
touching my balls. I looked over to see if she was asleep. Her eyes were 
shut and her breathing was slow. As Lynn slept next to me, I began to 
stroke my dick, slowly at first because I was afraid I would wake her up 
with any major movement of my hand. But as I approached my climax, I 
picked up the pace of my stroking and tensed my legs as I got ready to 
cum. I was trying hard not to breathe too heavily for fear that she 
would wake up and catch me beating off at just the moment I was shooting 
off.
But just as I was starting to feel my cum rise up from my balls, she 
flicked her fingers a couple of times against my scrotum; not soft and 
light like before, but a little harder and I could feel her fingernails 
scrape against my sac. I came just at that second, spewing my young 
teenage sperm out of my dick, all over my chest and stomach. My orgasm 
only last a short time, but the power of the explosion caused me to 
start hyperventilating after having controlled my breathing for so long. 
I was sure the sound of my quick and heavy breathing would wake her up. 
As soon as my orgasm was over, I quickly glanced in her direction. Her 
eyes were still closed and she appeared to still sound asleep. Quietly, 
I reached my arm up to the end table next to the sofa bed, pulled a 
couple of Kleenex in the box that was sitting there, and cleaned myself 
up the best I could. I carefully began to pull my underwear up, stuffing 
the used Kleenex into my underwear so I could dispose of it in the 
morning when I went to the bathroom.

To both my relief and regret, the incident did not repeat itself the 
next night. Her hands came nowhere near my body. Again, the following 
night it didn't happen. Not the next night. It never happened for the 
entire time we remained in that apartment.

A few weeks later, we moved into a townhouse my mom and stepdad decided 
to rent. My bedroom was directly across the hall from Lynn's. Her 
bedroom furniture was arranged in such a way that her dresser (with 
mirror attached) was angled in the corner so that from my bedroom I 
could see most of her room. Shortly after we had all moved in together, 
I was treated to sights of Lynn dressing and undressing. Whenever the 
parents weren't home, she rarely closed her bedroom door. It didn't dawn 
on me until later that this was more than coincidental - she obviously 
was doing this on purpose as she always closed the door when they were 
home. The first time I saw her, she was changing her clothes off to the 
side of the room and thanks to the mirror I got my first glimpse of 
naked female flesh. Not much to see from that angle; a quick view of her 
ass, profile of her tits, but WOW! - this was definitely cool. Several 
more of these quick flashed happened before I got the big payoff. One 
night while the parents were out, she stood right in front of the 
mirror. From the mirror, I got a great view of her boobs, a great brown 
haired bush, and pointing directly at me - her ass, which was a bit on 
the fat side,but I didn't care. I could see everything! And then...she 
caught me looking. Looking into the mirror while she was admiring her 
own boobs, she saw me looking from my bedroom. She didn't care. For a 
twelve-year old boy, this was hard to understand. I had no idea what 
exhibitionism was all about, so I couldn't understand why she kept on 
standing there totally naked when I know for sure she had caught me 
looking.

It was what happened the following summer that opened up a whole new 
world for me. I had turned 13 shortly after we moved into the house, and 
Lynn turned 18 a few months later. Lynn and one of her friends had plans 
one summer day to go to one of the local swimming clubs. My mom asked if 
it would be okay if she could take me along with them. Although I'm sure 
she had better things to do than have me tagging along, Lynn was pretty 
cool about it. She pretty much let me do what I wanted at the pool while 
she and her friend were checking out the guys.

We spent the better part of the day there, and when it was time to go 
home we drove back still wearing our bathing suits. Upon entering the 
house, Lynn looked at me and said: "Looks like you got too much sun. We 
better take care of that before it really begins to hurt.Go take a cold 
shower and when you come out, I'll put some cold creme on your sunburn." 
This made sense to me
since I could feel that my shoulders and upper back were a little sore.

So I took the shower and came out with a towel around my waist. She was 
waiting for me in my bedroom. Her friend was still in Lynn's bedroom 
getting changed I suppose. Lynn told me to lie on the bed so she could 
put the cold creme on my back. She began to apply the creme to my upper 
back. It was very soothing, and I thought it was nice of her to do this 
for me. She rubbed the
creme down lower on my back and told me I'd have to loosen my towel so 
she could get down to the small of my back. I told her I didn't think I 
was sunburned there, but she said she could see pink skin there. Okay, I 
thought, and loosened the towel so she could get at my lower back. She 
spent a little time rubbing the creme there under the towel, and then 
put a little on my thighs and calves. At that point, her friend comes 
into the room and says to Lynn, :"Having fun?"

Lynn says: "Yeah, wanna help?" Then she tells me to roll over so they 
could get my chest and legs in the front.

You have to believe me that I was very naive as a thirteen year old and 
had no idea that this was a not-so-innocent encounter. I actually 
believed that this was just Lynn trying to do something nice for her 
stepbrother.

I rolled over and kept the towel draped over my middle. Lynn says to her 
friend to rub the creme on my chest while she worked on my legs. Her 
friend started around my shoulders while Lynn began putting the creme on 
my feet, shins, and knees. All the time they were doing this, they were 
giving each other looks and grins. I knew there was some girl thing 
going on, but I wasn't aware of what they were up to. Then they began to 
work toward the middle with Lynn working on my thighs and her friend 
working on my stomach. That's when I started to get an erection.I was 
lying on my back in front of two older girls and my dick was starting to 
get hard. I was petrified. I couldn't let them see my dick get hard. I 
didn't know what to do. Should I roll over on my back? Run to the 
bathroom? My dick was getting hard real fast as their hands move closer 
to it.

Lynn noticed the towel rising and said (and I can still hear her saying 
this) "Is little brother getting a boner?", in sort of a mock-surprise 
voice. "Look", she said to her friend, "my little brother is getting a 
boner!" Now I'm really feeling mortified. Her friend says: "You're 
right, he is."

Looking back on it, I realize now I had been set up. Their voices were 
just a little too phony sounding as if they knew all along they were 
going to do this, but at that time I was clueless. All I wanted to do 
was crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. I couldn't believe they 
were staring at my dick and talking about boners. I didn't even know 
girls knew about boners. And here they were, looking and talking about 
it. I was paralyzed from a combination of fear and excitement. Then, 
Lynn reached under the towel and squeezed my dick. All of this was 
happening way too fast, and things were beyond my control. She said. 
"Jesus, he's so hard. Little brother is growing up." They both giggled, 
and I must have blushed several shades of red at this point. She was 
talking about my dick. Then she tells her friend, "Go ahead, feel it." 
Oh my God, I thought. She's going to touch it too!

With that, Lynn threw the towel aside and they both toyed with my dick 
awhile, making comments about it. Then Lynn began stroking it, sort of 
like the way I did when I played with myself. What did she know about 
beating off, I wondered. I knew girls didn't have dicks and I couldn't 
figure out how she knew about boners and beating off. I had no idea why 
she was doing this or why they both seemed to be getting enjoyment doing 
this to me. I was extremely embarrassed on the one hand, yet part of me 
was really enjoying the attention and how Lynn's hand felt so good 
stroking my dick. It didn't take long for me to come, and as I did, both 
girls watched me and gave each other little amused grins. I sprayed 
semen all over my chest and stomach. I felt humiliated, yet I was so 
excited about what had just taken place. I had ejaculated in front of 
two older girls.

It was over almost as quickly as it had begun. The girls took off to 
Lynn's bedroom and I could hear them whispering and giggling behind the 
closed door.

Looking back on this event after many, many years, I realize fully the 
little game Lynn was playing with me. And I've come to the conclusion 
that she was a control freak. She never gave me another handjob the 
entire time she lived with us, but she had me eating out of the palm of 
her hand. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her in hopes she would 
do me again. And she knew it too. In some ways, I became her little 
slave.


Stories by Schulzie specializes in stories about teens, incest, 
exhibitionism, masturbation and oral sex.

http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/schulzie.htm




















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