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Teaching Little Stepsister
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TEACHING LITTLE STEPSISTER
An Incest Fantasy by Day Dreamer
At eighteen, my little stepsister Chrissy is a knock-
out, a real true-life beauty. She started maturing early
and is now five-two, with 35-22-34 measurements on a one
hundred five pound body. With her flawless complexion, long
auburn hair, and startlingly deep green eyes, she could
easily be mistaken for a youthful model, perfectly
exemplifying all the sweet and fresh characteristics of
young womanhood.
Chrissy has a very a sweet nature and personality, and
this contributed to our complete lack of the stepbrother-
stepsister friction that sometimes develops in a family. On
the contrary, she has always been one of my top supporters,
attending all my football and basketball games and cheering
me on. Being three years younger, she bestowed on me a
childlike hero worship--I was always her big stepbrother,
her hero, her knight in shining armor. As far as she was
concerned, there was nothing I couldn't do nor was there any
problem I couldn't solve.
The relationship was more than reciprocal. As we were
growing up, I adored little Chrissy and doted on her. I was
always interested in and proud of all her achievements and
encouraged her whenever it was needed. If anything, I gave
Chrissy more attention and love than our parents. They both
worked in very stressful jobs, and at the end of their
workdays neither had much energy left to deal with our "kid
problems."
Because of this relationship, Chrissy early on got into
the habit of bringing her problems to me. I fixed many a
broken doll, put band-aids on her bo-bo's, and dried her
tears and tickled away her real and imagined hurts. This
relationship carried over into her teens and has resulted in
my being far more protective of her than is the case with
most brothers and sisters.
One area where this especially showed up was in her
relationships with boys. In this regard, I've been almost
tyrannical in the way I've monitored and screened her dates.
It's a wonder our relationship hasn't suffered because of
this, but Chrissy takes it in her good-natured way and just
thanks me for caring that much about her welfare. Despite
her phenomenal beauty, Chrissy is very shy and vulnerable
with boys, often coming home in tears from a date. To help
her with such problems, I've tried to explain how boys think
and act so she'll better be protected in her dealings with
them.
One problem Chrissy has had to face head-on is her
developing sexuality. Many of the problems and teary eyes
she's brought to me have been related to this area, and I've
tried to deal with them in a completely honest,
straightforward manner. I haven't used any "birds and bees"
stories, but have explained and described sexual relation
issues in the everyday common words she hears from her girl
friends. From these conversations I knew that Chrissy was
still a virgin, but based on the noticeable tension and the
odor of feminine sexual arousal that I detected from her
when she returned from some of her dates, I believed this to
be a short-lived condition. Because of that, I arranged for
her to secure and start taking birth control pills. She
laughed at my being so protective, assuring me that she
still far from going all the way. Nonetheless, to indulge
me if for no other reason, she's taking the pills
religiously.
I greeted these developments with very mixed feelings.
On one side, my protective feeling about her wanted to
shield her from the bad early experiences she could have if
she chose the wrong boy. On another hand, I could see that
she has highly developed sexuality, and I didn't want to
stand in the way of her being in a position to develop and
grow in this important aspect of maturing. On still another
side, I found myself disturbingly jealous. As much as I
told myself it was completely wrong to feel that way about
her, I was absolutely turned on whenever she came in from a
date with that musky odor of a woman in heat about her. I
pictured in my mind how her little virginal pussy must look,
smell and feel, about how wet it must be, and even though I
fought against the feeling, I couldn't prevent my getting a
hard-on. I found myself with the thought that no
pimple-faced boy deserved such a treasure, and even worse, I
harbored a secret, almost irresistible longing to be the one
to claim it. That she might have had similar thoughts was
beyond my comprehension, beyond any hopes that I had buried
deep within me.
One Friday evening, Chrissy came in from a date about
9:00 in the evening, much earlier than her usual 11:00 or
11:30. I was alone in the house, our parents being away for
the weekend, and was watching television when she came in
the door. Usually, she stops and says hello to me and
relates how her date went. This evening, she did neither,
but hurried upstairs to her room. I found this very strange
because the boy she had dated was one I approved of as being
almost good enough for her. I was hoping that if she did
have to lose her virginity it would be to a boy like him,
one who probably would be gentle with her. Apparently,
though, problems had developed on the date, because she was
home early and--based on her not having stopped to greet
me--upset, hurt, or angry. I heard the shower start running
and decided that as soon as she had finished her shower I
would go upstairs to check on her and be the best big
stepbrother I could be.
After I heard the shower stop and had given her enough
time to get dressed, I went upstairs. The door to her room
was closed, and the sounds of light sobbing came from its
other side. I knocked lightly and asked, "Chrissy, is it
okay if I come in?"
The sobbing stopped for a moment, and Chrissy said, "If
you want to." I opened the door and Chrissy's room was
darkened, with only the light from her vanity shining. She
was already in bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck. Her
face was tear-streaked and her eyes red from crying.
"Baby, baby, what's so wrong?" I asked softly, sitting
on the bed next to her. I stroked the hair back from her
forehead and kissed her lightly on a wet cheek. "Did you
have trouble on your date tonight?"
Chrissy sniffled a little and answered in almost a
whisper, "Yes."
"Boy-type problems?" I asked, knowing she would
recognize that I implied the whole range of sexual relation
problems.
"No, Jimmy wasn't a problem. You were right--he's real
nice, and I liked him a lot."
Puzzled, I pressed on. "Well, it's obvious something's
bothering you," I said, taking a tissue and drying her
cheeks for her.
Chrissy gave me a little half-smile, rueful more than
happy, and answered, "I just had some Chrissy problems,
that's all."
"That sure tells me a lot," I said. "What do you mean,
'Chrissy problems.'"
Chrissy's tears had about stopped, and she sat up in
bed, apparently ready to explain. When she did, I had a
hard time concentrating on the conversation. From what I
could see, she had on a pair of baby-doll pajamas, and the
sheer top did not hide much. The swell of her breasts
pushed them out, and the nipples and darker rings around
them were more than just hinted at. I had to fight to keep
my eyes from off that sight. The sight also made mewonder
how a girl with such beautiful attributes could be having
problems.
Chrissy didn't notice my discomfiture and continued her
explanation. "Well, I had decided that I was ready to go
all the way with a boy, and that because he's such a nice
guy, Jimmy was to be the one." My heart started beating
faster with this disclosure, and I wondered whether I would
be able to sit through her description of the episode
without her being able to see the mixed feelings I had about
it.
"We went out to Chisolm Lake and parked. After we
kissed a while, I put my hand on his leg to let him know I
was interested in more. He returned the favor and after a
while he put his hand under my dress and played with me. I
could tell he was getting really ready, so I suggested we
get into the back seat. Before we did, I took off my
panties. He saw me do it, and undid his belt and pants. We
both got in the back seat and he got between my legs and
tried to put it in me."
By this time, my cock was rigid and throbbing. It gave
me funny feeling, because here I was getting horny about my
stepsister telling me about losing her virginity, something
we had discussed in times past. Nonetheless, I could
picture her in that car, legs spread apart, pussy wet and
waiting, and the picture aroused me more than I had ever
been in my entire life. I ached to reach out and stroke the
abundant swells of her breasts; I longed to put my hands
between her legs and "play with her" as she said Jimmy had
done.
Chrissy paused, and in a hoarse whisper I said, "And
then what happened? Go on."
Talking softly, Chrissy continued, "That's when things
got bad."
"It hurt real bad?" I said, anticipating the rest of her
story.
"No, it didn't hurt, because he didn't put his thing in
me.
I didn't let him."
"You didn't? What did happen, then?"
"Well, when he got ready to put his thing--what do you
guys call it, a cock? When he got ready to put his cock in
me, I just clamped my legs together and kept him from doing
it. He must have been really ready because after he rubbed
against me a little he spurted all over my front. That's
why I had to come home and take a shower. Oh, Bobby, I was
so embarrassed! Here I had made my mind up and at the last
minute I just couldn't go through with it. I just asked
Jimmy to bring me home. So here I am, feeling frustrated
and crying about the whole thing. I'm really something,
aren't I!"
A great feeling of relief flooded over me. For reasons
I couldn't fully understand or explain, I was joyous that
Chrissy had chickened out. I realized, though, that it
wasn't being fair to her for me to feel that way, and that I
had to support and encourage her to continue, even though
her first attempt had been a total disaster.
"Chrissy, sweetheart, it's not unusual for a girl to do
that the first time. A virgin has a right to misgivings.
Don't be angry with yourself. You do need, though, to try
to figure out why you acted that way so you'll at least
understand why. Do you know why you didn't go through with
it?"
Chrissy looked up at me and just barely nodded her head.
"You do know?" I said.
Chrissy nodded her head more emphatically and whispered,
"Yes, I know, but I can't talk about it."
For the first time that I could ever recall, Chrissy
didn't want to confide in me. I was taken aback, completely
puzzled by her actions. I put my hand against her cheek and
caressed it with my finger tips, saying, "Chrissy, I respect
your wishes if you really don't want to talk about it, but
remember, this is Bobby, your big stepbrother. We've never
held anything back from each other. Do we want to start
having secrets now?"
Chrissy's face fell and tears started welling up in her
eyes again. "No," she whispered, "I hate secrets."
"Don't you want to tell me, then?" I asked.
Chrissy sat up straighter and almost defiantly said,
"All right, if you want to know, I'll just come out and tell
you. The reason I couldn't do it with Jimmy was...the
reason was because he wasn't you."
I was stunned. We just sat there in silence, looking at
each other, my letting the meaning of what she had said sink
in. I was having a hard time dealing with it. If I had
heard her right, then all the fantasies I had had about her,
about the way we might make love, about claiming her virgin
treasures, were no longer just my fantasies alone, but were
shared by her also. I had to be sure that she had actually
said what I thought she did.
"Chrissy, do you mean...?"
"Yes, you big lunk, that's exactly what I meant. I
meant I didn't want to give my virginity to Jimmy. I meant
I wanted my first time to be with you. I meant I wanted my
first time to be with someone I love and who loves me.
Someone who will take care of me and be gentle and make it
something that is completely good. I don't want my first
time to be a quick wham-bam in the back of a car with some
kid I hardly know. Bobby, for as long as I can remember,
I've dreamed my first time would be with you, with my dear,
sweet stepbrother Bobby."
After saying that, she reached out to me and wrapped her
arms around my neck and hugged me tight. "Oh, Bobby, you
just had to know, didn't you! What must you think of me
now!"
I stroked Chrissy's back as I held her and thought about
her question. Finally, I answered. "What I think is that
you are the only one of us who's been honest, who's faced up
to their true feelings."
Chrissy pulled back and looked me square in the face.
"Does that mean you feel the same way I do?"
"Oh, God, Chrissy, even more! I've just tried to bury
my feelings, to pretend they haven't existed. Society says
its wrong for a stepbrother to love his stepsister, and I've
wanted to be the best big stepbrother you could possibly
have. But every time we've talked about sex, every time
you've come home from a date hot and bothered, every time
you've talked about going all the way, I've felt miserable.
I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be me who not only
told you about sex, but showed you as well. That old
stepbrother-stepsister taboo has kept me from letting you
know how I feel."
"Oh, Bobby, that old taboo was invented before there was
birth control, to keep defective babies from being made.
It's probably been to prevent brothers from forcing
themselves on their sisters, too...and, I guess, sisters
from forcing themselves on their brothers." Chrissy paused
in thought for just a moment and said softly, "I'm not
forcing myself on you, am I, Bobby? You're not saying this
just to humor me, to keep me from being embarrassed about
what I said, are you?"
I took Chrissy's hand and moved it to my crotch. "Feel
that and tell me what you think." Her fingers lightly moved
over the bulge that was so evident in the front of my jeans
and then moved down my leg, tracing the contour of my
swollen, throbbing cock.
Chrissy's eyes widened, and she said, "Oooh, Bobby,
you're so hard. And sooo big! Are you that way because of
me? Am I doing that to you?"
"Yeah, it's all because of you. Seeing you in that top,
holding you like this with your breasts rubbing against my
chest, and thinking about what you will look like completely
naked has done that."
"You want to see me completely naked?" Chrissy
whispered.
"Oh, yes, Chrissy. I've dreamed about how you would
look without any clothes."
"Well, that's worked both ways," Chrissy said. "I've
had dreams about seeing you naked, too. With your cock hard
and poking out in front."
"What else did you dream?" I asked.
"I dreamed we were both naked. That you caressed my
entire body from head to toe. That you kissed me like I was
a girlfriend, not a stepsister. That you kissed me all
over...in all the places where it feels good." Chrissy then
added, very softly, "Then I dreamed you made love to me,
that you took my virginity, and it was sooo gooood." Chrissy
put her arms back around my neck and pressed herself against
me. She whispered, "Bobby, please make my dream come true."
Instead of answering with words, I turned her face to
mine and kissed her. I kissed her like a girlfriend, not a
stepsister, opening my mouth wide and probing between her
lips with my tongue. Hers responded immediately, moving out
to meet mine and coiling in swirls and circles around it.
She dropped her head to the pillow, and I followed,
continuing the kiss even harder. Our mouths were wide open,
lips spread against each other, soft and wetly working in
little nibbles. Chrissy started breathing faster and I felt
her heart increase its tempo against my chest.
I pushed my hand under her pajama top and moved it over
her right breast, lightly brushing across it with my finger
tips. Taking her nipple between my fingers, I gently rubbed
the hard little button and ran my fingers in a circle around
it, tracing the rosy ring that engirded it. Chrissy arched
her back up against my hand and moaned softly in pleasure.
Taking her whole breast in my palm, I kneaded and softly
squeezed. Chrissy spoke muffled words, "Oh, God, Bobby!
That's so good!"
Moving my kisses, I kissed each of her eyes, the tip of
her nose, her ear lobes, and then her neck. Each was a wet
kiss, with my tongue making little circles of wetness on her
skin. I lifted the bottom of her pajama tops, exposing
those perfect breasts, each half-melon shaped and just as
firm. My lips moved to them, sucking the little strawberry
that topped each of them. Her nipples hardened and swelled,
standing out like little soldiers at attention. I licked
around each of them, drawing a wet ring around the nipples.
Using the full, broad side of my tongue, I lapped at the
underside of each breast, moving from its base out to the
nipple. Chrissy moaned in pleasure and arched her back to
me each time I drew out a stroke of my tongue.
While I was making love to Chrissy's breasts, I moved my
hand under the sheets that covered her lower half. I found
her thighs and stroked each one gently, almost feather-like.
I moved to their inner sides, finding baby-smooth skin.
Chrissy moved her thighs apart, inviting my hand to further
exploration. My finger tips moved up, drawing little
circles as they moved. As I approached the vee of her legs,
they spread apart even more, leading my hand into the
pleasures that awaited there.
Finally, I touched the lace that trimmed the edge of
Chrissy's pajama bottoms. The lace was damp. I moved
across it onto the silky smooth area of Chrissy's crotch.
It was soaking wet and slick. I found the edge and inched
my fingers under it. Damp, curly down met my fingers. My
finger dipped down and found the cream-covered lips conceal-
ing Chrissy's mysterious feminine treasures. With just the
slightest amount of pressure, I stroked my finger tip
between those lips and into the valley between. It was like
moving into a warm, slickened passageway. The labial lips
pressed against my finger, almost sucking it into her secret
sexual regions.
My fantasy about Chrissy's pussy was coming true--I was
"playing with her," and both of us were loving every minute
of it. While I was making her dream come true, she was
turning my dreams and fantasies into reality. I needed to
go farther, though. I needed to fully bare Chrissy's
body--make her naked, completely open to sight and
touch--and touch and kiss every sensitive part of her.
Chrissy's hips hunched up to meet my hand as it explored
her hidden, nethermost parts. She was almost panting now,
her breath coming in gasps. My finger moved down between
her legs even more and came to her "little man in the boat,"
the ultra-sensitive hooded clitoris, the nexus of her
pleasure center. I lightly flicked my finger across it, and
Chrissy jerked her hips upward, moaning as electric jolts of
pleasure flowed through her. Moving my finger through the
wetness of her creamy flow, I flooded her little love bud
with juice and rubbed it lightly in a little circle.
Chrissy's hips humped up against my hand, and she cried,
"Oh, Bobby, that's so goooood!"
Keeping one finger busy on Chrissy's love nubbin, I
moved two other fingers lower, spreading her lips apart.
She was soaking wet and the crotch of her pajamas was now
almost dripping from the aroused flow of her love juices.
My finger at last found what it had been seeking, the
opening of her tunnel, the tunnel into the innermost parts
of Chrissy's woman sex. I moved one finger into the opening
and probed. The hole was slippery and tight, but my finger
slipped into the cavity without difficulty. Down to the
first knuckle, then down one more, and finally, my whole
finger was immersed in Chrissy's cave of pleasure. I wanted
to move my finger in and out, imitative of the action my
throbbing cock longed to be taking, but her pajamas
restricted my movement. It was time to rid her that
impediment. It was time, too, for me to reveal her little
virgin's pussy to my sight, to see firsthand what I had seen
to now only in my fantasies.
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