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The summer of 2013 started off like any other summer for me. I played video games, hung out with friends, masturbated - you know, typical sixteen year old stuff. I lived a pretty normal life, I went to high school, played some sports (football and basketball) and had a handful of friends. I live in a nice house. It is a normal middle class, white picket fence, suburbia-type home.
My mother passed away when I was eight, and my father, Tom, re-married in the fall of 2011. My father, now in his mid-forties, is a successful banker, and he managed to score a smoking hot, younger-forties, 5' 5"blonde with the ass and tits of a Playboy bunny. She doesn't look a day over thirty-five. Heather is definitely Grade-A MILF material. My friends give me shit about it all the time, and always try to give my dad "props" whenever they're over.
Heather had been married once before my father. She has a daughter who was seventeen back when the two of them married. Her name is Brooke. Despite her jet black hair, Brooke is a carbon copy of her mother. She is 5' 6", skinny, but with curves in all the right places. I remember my first impression of Brooke. I'm pretty sure the words that I spoke to myself were, Holy shit! She is definitely something else.
Our story begins a couple of days before the end of my junior year (I was set to turn seventeen that summer.) Finals were pretty much over with, and everyone was looking forward to summer, especially me. Brooke had been gone all year for her first year of college, and I was really ready for her to be back. Despite only living with her for a couple years before her going off to college, we had become somewhat close. We would joke around with each other a lot. We stayed up some nights and just talked about whatever was on our mind. She always had my back too, she gave me tips for how to get girls and even tried to get me laid a few times. However, I was pretty shy.
"Hello! Anybody home?" shouted my stepsister as she walked through the front door. I immediately took off my headset and ran downstairs to greet Brooke.
"Hey, it's so nice to see you," I said, as she ran over to me and hugged me tightly. I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her breasts pressed against my body. It always got to me.
"It's great to see you, Shaun; where's my mom and Tim at?" she asked.
"Dad had to work late and your mom is out doing some grocery shopping. Apparently she's making your favorite meal tonight, lucky you," I said.
"Don't act like you don't love spaghetti. I know you," she said.
"You're right, but... welcome home, I guess. How has college been?"
"It's so fun. I've made loads of new friends, and had a lot of fun," she said, as she winked, "You're going to love it after next year."
"I bet I will. How's that boyfriend of yours treating you?" I asked.
"We broke up a few months ago. He was kind of an asshole."
"Really? How was he an asshole; did he hurt you?" I asked.
"No, but I don't really want to talk about it. I have to go get unpacked, but it's great to be home! I'll see you at dinner," she said, and gave me another hug before running up to her bedroom. I couldn't help but watch her beautiful ass sway as she ran up the stairs.
I went back upstairs and played my video game until Heather called me down for dinner. She had made spaghetti, Brooke's favorite. Nobody really minded though; who doesn't love spaghetti? I sat down at the table to my father reading his newspaper and Brooke texting on her phone. Heather placed all the food on the table and we began our meal.
"So, Brooke, how has college been?" asked Heather.
"It's been great! I was telling Shaun earlier about how much he's going to love it," Brooke replied.
"Shaun has to worry about high school first. Did you do well on all of your finals?" my father asked me.
"Yes, dad. My lowest score was an 89% in English. But other than that, all As," I replied with an offensive tone.
"Good, that's what I like to hear. Keep your grades up and you'll be able to get into a good college. Maybe even Princeton," said my father.
My father is a typical hard ass. He had a 4.0 GPA in high school, aced his SATs, and graduated Summa Cum Laude from Princeton. Needless to say, he has high expectations of me. He was always on me to stay involved in school and keep my grades as high as possible. I took the SAT once and scored a 2100, which would more than satisfy most parents, having their child be in the ninety-seventh percentile. But my father wanted more.
"Anyways, Brooke; How are you doing in school?" asked my father.
Despite being from completely different parents, Brooke is no box of rocks either. However, my father didn't hold her to as high of expectations as he did me, since she isn't his own daughter. She graduated as Salutatorian from our high school and was named athlete of the year. She was an outstanding volleyball player. I remember going to all of their games to cheer her on. In retrospect, I guess my main motivator for going to all of those games was to see Brooke in spandex shorts.
"I'm doing well. I recently changed my major to Psychology; I find the human mind fascinating," she said.
"I'm glad to hear that, there wasn't much you could have done with an English degree anyways. Unless you wanted to spend your life as a teacher," said my father.
"I guess," Brooke replied. My father's comment was quite offensive, as Brooke had mentioned being a teacher multiple times in the past. Dinner carried on pretty quietly from that point, with only a few mumblings here and there before I asked to be excused. I was quite tired so I went to bed right away. I woke up early the next day for my last day of school.
School went by pretty normally. We got all of our books checked in and they sent us on our way. I drove around with some friends for a while before going home. I got home, and went upstairs. With all the commotion of Brooke being home the last day or so, I hadn't had a chance to catch a quick fap yet. I pulled up my favorite site on the computer and started going to town.
After abstaining from it for longer than normal, it felt pretty good. However, I forgot to lock the door. With my headset on I didn't hear her come in. I busted my load and it flew a foot in the air. As I was coming down from a pretty awesome orgasm, I looked over and saw her looking straight back at me.
"Um, uh, hi," Brooke laughed, "I just wanted to tell you that my mom and Tim are going to stay with some of their friends tonight, but sorry for coming in without knocking," she said as I tried to cover up.
"Okay," was the only word I could muster at this time. Brooke smiled and left the room. It was weird, she acted so normal about it. I wondered how long she was watching.
I went out to eat at a local dive bar with a couple of friends that night. Great food, but it was open mic night and the place was definitely sapped for talent. We got out as soon as we were done eating. I went home to find Brooke sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Hey Shaun, go out with some friends?" she asked.
"Yeah, we went and had a bite to eat. You been here all night?" I replied.
"Yup, I didn't really stay in touch with many high school friends, so looks like I'm going to be a loner most nights," she laughed, "Why don't you join me? We can watch a movie," she said.
"Um, I guess I could," I replied reluctantly.
I sat down on the couch next to her and she got up and put on a movie. She bent over to get to the DVD player, giving me a full view of her ass in those tight leggings she was wearing. She turned around and saw me looking. She just smiled and came back to the couch.
"I put in Stepbrothers, our favorite movie," she said.
"Nice, I haven't seen it in a while," I replied.
She played the movie and we watched for a while. We stayed mostly silent only sprinkling in a few laughs here and there, as we had both seen the movie so many times we could almost repeat the entire thing. Brooke finally broke the silence.
"Hey, Shaun, um, I apologize about coming... I mean, walking in on you earlier. I should have knocked," she said genuinely.
"It's okay, I shouldn't have been... well, you know, when you were home," I said.
"No, no, no. It's completely normal. You do it, I do it, everyone does it. There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said.
"I guess," I replied.
She just smiled at me and we continued watching the movie. We made some small talk through the movie, but remained mostly silent until the end. At the end of the movie, Brooke turned to me.
"Hey, Shaun. Can I ask you something?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said.
"Are you still a virgin? I mean, I know we've talked about this before, but I figured maybe in the time I was gone you may have used some of the stuff I taught you."
"Um, well. Yeah, I'm still a virgin." As I said this she looked at me and scooted closer.
"Well, do you want me to teach you some things?" she asked.
I just sat there with probably the coldest expression imaginable. Did my stepsister really just offer to teach me how to have sex? I had to be sure.
"What sort of 'things'?" I inquired.
"Well, you know. Just things about girls, and how to have sex. Give you some experience so you'll be more confident with girls."
"Um, well, uh. I guess we could do that. What do you want to do?" I asked.
"Well," she said, as she placed her hand directly on my crotch, "have you ever had a handjob before?"
"I, uh, no," I stammered. I couldn't believe my stepsister was grabbing my crotch.
"Then let's start there." After she said that, she started to undo my belt. I couldn't believe this, I was about to get jerked off by my stepsister. She had no issues undoing the belt, I could tell she had done this many times before. Maybe that's what she meant by the "fun" she was having in college. I didn't care though, she had my zipper down now and had moved her way to the floor. She pulled my pants off and put her hands on top of my crotch again. She moved her hands around a little before swiftly pulling down my boxers. I was already harder than a rock.
"Pretty nice size," she said, "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I thought that might have been taking it too far."
"Uh, thanks," I nervously laughed. My cock wasn't exactly huge, but my solid six inches were nothing to be ashamed of either.
Before I could stop to think about what was going on, she reached out and grabbed my cock. She moved her hand deftly up and down the shaft. My assumptions earlier were true, she had been having a lot of fun at college. She used her left hand to massage my balls as her right hand pumped my throbbing dick from tip to base. She used my precum for lube as she slowly worked it now, all along my length. She looked at me and seductively licked her lips.
This was by far the best feeling of my entire life. I had masturbated a lot, but nothing could compare to Brooke's hand jerking off my cock. At least, I thought nothing could compare.
"So now that you know what a handjob feels like, how about a blowjob?" she asked.
I couldn't believe it. I had heard stories before about how guys couldn't get off to handjobs and that blowjobs were much better. If a handjob felt this good, I wondered what it would feel like if she sucked my cock.
"Yeah, um, I'd like that."
In one smooth motion she moved her hands down to my legs and moved her head down to my crotch. She started with the tongue. Licking me from the base until she got to the tip. Then she rapidly flicked her tongue on the tip. She worked her tongue back down to the base and repeated this process. She did a whole array of workings with her tongue for a couple minutes. This felt amazing. I'd be lying if I said I never thought about this before, being with Brooke. I was so caught up in all the licking, I thought this was the best thing ever. Brooke sat back, and I thought it was all over.
"Are you going to stop?" I asked, with a hint of sadness.
"Hell no," she said as she grabbed my cock. She then lowered her head down to my crotch, licked the tip, and put her mouth onto my cock. I threw my head back in ecstasy at the feeling. The handjob, the licking, nothing could compare to this. She moved her hand up and down the shaft as she moved her mouth up and down. After a minute, she removed her hand and pushed down until my cock hit the back of her throat. The feeling of her nose against my pubes drove me wild. She came back up for air and stroked my cock for a while.
"Wow, I can't believe I got it all. Does it feel good, Shaun?" she asked me.
"It feels so amazing," I said.
"Are you going to cum soon?"
"Yeah, I think I'm going to shoot any second now," I replied. As I said this, she smiled and went back to my cock. She bobbed her head up and down on my throbbing dick like crazy. The feeling of her lips gliding up and down my cock was too much. "I'm going to cum," I shouted. She moved even faster, using her hand to pump as her mouth continued to bob up and down and she sucked even harder. I lost it. I yelled out, and shot my load into the back of her throat. I bucked my hips up as my orgasm hit, which forced her to back off my cock. Only a single spurt came out before she was back on it taking the rest of my load into her warm mouth. She sucked my cock dry, and swallowed my entire load.
"Wow, that was a lot of cum. How was it?" she asked.
"That was the best thing that has ever happened," I said, truthfully.
"Just be ready - there's a lot more where that cums from," she laughed, and walked upstairs.
I simply thought to myself, This is going to be one hell of a summer.
My mother passed away when I was eight, and my father, Tom, re-married in the fall of 2011. My father, now in his mid-forties, is a successful banker, and he managed to score a smoking hot, younger-forties, 5' 5"blonde with the ass and tits of a Playboy bunny. She doesn't look a day over thirty-five. Heather is definitely Grade-A MILF material. My friends give me shit about it all the time, and always try to give my dad "props" whenever they're over.
Heather had been married once before my father. She has a daughter who was seventeen back when the two of them married. Her name is Brooke. Despite her jet black hair, Brooke is a carbon copy of her mother. She is 5' 6", skinny, but with curves in all the right places. I remember my first impression of Brooke. I'm pretty sure the words that I spoke to myself were, Holy shit! She is definitely something else.
Our story begins a couple of days before the end of my junior year (I was set to turn seventeen that summer.) Finals were pretty much over with, and everyone was looking forward to summer, especially me. Brooke had been gone all year for her first year of college, and I was really ready for her to be back. Despite only living with her for a couple years before her going off to college, we had become somewhat close. We would joke around with each other a lot. We stayed up some nights and just talked about whatever was on our mind. She always had my back too, she gave me tips for how to get girls and even tried to get me laid a few times. However, I was pretty shy.
"Hello! Anybody home?" shouted my stepsister as she walked through the front door. I immediately took off my headset and ran downstairs to greet Brooke.
"Hey, it's so nice to see you," I said, as she ran over to me and hugged me tightly. I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her breasts pressed against my body. It always got to me.
"It's great to see you, Shaun; where's my mom and Tim at?" she asked.
"Dad had to work late and your mom is out doing some grocery shopping. Apparently she's making your favorite meal tonight, lucky you," I said.
"Don't act like you don't love spaghetti. I know you," she said.
"You're right, but... welcome home, I guess. How has college been?"
"It's so fun. I've made loads of new friends, and had a lot of fun," she said, as she winked, "You're going to love it after next year."
"I bet I will. How's that boyfriend of yours treating you?" I asked.
"We broke up a few months ago. He was kind of an asshole."
"Really? How was he an asshole; did he hurt you?" I asked.
"No, but I don't really want to talk about it. I have to go get unpacked, but it's great to be home! I'll see you at dinner," she said, and gave me another hug before running up to her bedroom. I couldn't help but watch her beautiful ass sway as she ran up the stairs.
I went back upstairs and played my video game until Heather called me down for dinner. She had made spaghetti, Brooke's favorite. Nobody really minded though; who doesn't love spaghetti? I sat down at the table to my father reading his newspaper and Brooke texting on her phone. Heather placed all the food on the table and we began our meal.
"So, Brooke, how has college been?" asked Heather.
"It's been great! I was telling Shaun earlier about how much he's going to love it," Brooke replied.
"Shaun has to worry about high school first. Did you do well on all of your finals?" my father asked me.
"Yes, dad. My lowest score was an 89% in English. But other than that, all As," I replied with an offensive tone.
"Good, that's what I like to hear. Keep your grades up and you'll be able to get into a good college. Maybe even Princeton," said my father.
My father is a typical hard ass. He had a 4.0 GPA in high school, aced his SATs, and graduated Summa Cum Laude from Princeton. Needless to say, he has high expectations of me. He was always on me to stay involved in school and keep my grades as high as possible. I took the SAT once and scored a 2100, which would more than satisfy most parents, having their child be in the ninety-seventh percentile. But my father wanted more.
"Anyways, Brooke; How are you doing in school?" asked my father.
Despite being from completely different parents, Brooke is no box of rocks either. However, my father didn't hold her to as high of expectations as he did me, since she isn't his own daughter. She graduated as Salutatorian from our high school and was named athlete of the year. She was an outstanding volleyball player. I remember going to all of their games to cheer her on. In retrospect, I guess my main motivator for going to all of those games was to see Brooke in spandex shorts.
"I'm doing well. I recently changed my major to Psychology; I find the human mind fascinating," she said.
"I'm glad to hear that, there wasn't much you could have done with an English degree anyways. Unless you wanted to spend your life as a teacher," said my father.
"I guess," Brooke replied. My father's comment was quite offensive, as Brooke had mentioned being a teacher multiple times in the past. Dinner carried on pretty quietly from that point, with only a few mumblings here and there before I asked to be excused. I was quite tired so I went to bed right away. I woke up early the next day for my last day of school.
School went by pretty normally. We got all of our books checked in and they sent us on our way. I drove around with some friends for a while before going home. I got home, and went upstairs. With all the commotion of Brooke being home the last day or so, I hadn't had a chance to catch a quick fap yet. I pulled up my favorite site on the computer and started going to town.
After abstaining from it for longer than normal, it felt pretty good. However, I forgot to lock the door. With my headset on I didn't hear her come in. I busted my load and it flew a foot in the air. As I was coming down from a pretty awesome orgasm, I looked over and saw her looking straight back at me.
"Um, uh, hi," Brooke laughed, "I just wanted to tell you that my mom and Tim are going to stay with some of their friends tonight, but sorry for coming in without knocking," she said as I tried to cover up.
"Okay," was the only word I could muster at this time. Brooke smiled and left the room. It was weird, she acted so normal about it. I wondered how long she was watching.
I went out to eat at a local dive bar with a couple of friends that night. Great food, but it was open mic night and the place was definitely sapped for talent. We got out as soon as we were done eating. I went home to find Brooke sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Hey Shaun, go out with some friends?" she asked.
"Yeah, we went and had a bite to eat. You been here all night?" I replied.
"Yup, I didn't really stay in touch with many high school friends, so looks like I'm going to be a loner most nights," she laughed, "Why don't you join me? We can watch a movie," she said.
"Um, I guess I could," I replied reluctantly.
I sat down on the couch next to her and she got up and put on a movie. She bent over to get to the DVD player, giving me a full view of her ass in those tight leggings she was wearing. She turned around and saw me looking. She just smiled and came back to the couch.
"I put in Stepbrothers, our favorite movie," she said.
"Nice, I haven't seen it in a while," I replied.
She played the movie and we watched for a while. We stayed mostly silent only sprinkling in a few laughs here and there, as we had both seen the movie so many times we could almost repeat the entire thing. Brooke finally broke the silence.
"Hey, Shaun, um, I apologize about coming... I mean, walking in on you earlier. I should have knocked," she said genuinely.
"It's okay, I shouldn't have been... well, you know, when you were home," I said.
"No, no, no. It's completely normal. You do it, I do it, everyone does it. There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said.
"I guess," I replied.
She just smiled at me and we continued watching the movie. We made some small talk through the movie, but remained mostly silent until the end. At the end of the movie, Brooke turned to me.
"Hey, Shaun. Can I ask you something?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said.
"Are you still a virgin? I mean, I know we've talked about this before, but I figured maybe in the time I was gone you may have used some of the stuff I taught you."
"Um, well. Yeah, I'm still a virgin." As I said this she looked at me and scooted closer.
"Well, do you want me to teach you some things?" she asked.
I just sat there with probably the coldest expression imaginable. Did my stepsister really just offer to teach me how to have sex? I had to be sure.
"What sort of 'things'?" I inquired.
"Well, you know. Just things about girls, and how to have sex. Give you some experience so you'll be more confident with girls."
"Um, well, uh. I guess we could do that. What do you want to do?" I asked.
"Well," she said, as she placed her hand directly on my crotch, "have you ever had a handjob before?"
"I, uh, no," I stammered. I couldn't believe my stepsister was grabbing my crotch.
"Then let's start there." After she said that, she started to undo my belt. I couldn't believe this, I was about to get jerked off by my stepsister. She had no issues undoing the belt, I could tell she had done this many times before. Maybe that's what she meant by the "fun" she was having in college. I didn't care though, she had my zipper down now and had moved her way to the floor. She pulled my pants off and put her hands on top of my crotch again. She moved her hands around a little before swiftly pulling down my boxers. I was already harder than a rock.
"Pretty nice size," she said, "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I thought that might have been taking it too far."
"Uh, thanks," I nervously laughed. My cock wasn't exactly huge, but my solid six inches were nothing to be ashamed of either.
Before I could stop to think about what was going on, she reached out and grabbed my cock. She moved her hand deftly up and down the shaft. My assumptions earlier were true, she had been having a lot of fun at college. She used her left hand to massage my balls as her right hand pumped my throbbing dick from tip to base. She used my precum for lube as she slowly worked it now, all along my length. She looked at me and seductively licked her lips.
This was by far the best feeling of my entire life. I had masturbated a lot, but nothing could compare to Brooke's hand jerking off my cock. At least, I thought nothing could compare.
"So now that you know what a handjob feels like, how about a blowjob?" she asked.
I couldn't believe it. I had heard stories before about how guys couldn't get off to handjobs and that blowjobs were much better. If a handjob felt this good, I wondered what it would feel like if she sucked my cock.
"Yeah, um, I'd like that."
In one smooth motion she moved her hands down to my legs and moved her head down to my crotch. She started with the tongue. Licking me from the base until she got to the tip. Then she rapidly flicked her tongue on the tip. She worked her tongue back down to the base and repeated this process. She did a whole array of workings with her tongue for a couple minutes. This felt amazing. I'd be lying if I said I never thought about this before, being with Brooke. I was so caught up in all the licking, I thought this was the best thing ever. Brooke sat back, and I thought it was all over.
"Are you going to stop?" I asked, with a hint of sadness.
"Hell no," she said as she grabbed my cock. She then lowered her head down to my crotch, licked the tip, and put her mouth onto my cock. I threw my head back in ecstasy at the feeling. The handjob, the licking, nothing could compare to this. She moved her hand up and down the shaft as she moved her mouth up and down. After a minute, she removed her hand and pushed down until my cock hit the back of her throat. The feeling of her nose against my pubes drove me wild. She came back up for air and stroked my cock for a while.
"Wow, I can't believe I got it all. Does it feel good, Shaun?" she asked me.
"It feels so amazing," I said.
"Are you going to cum soon?"
"Yeah, I think I'm going to shoot any second now," I replied. As I said this, she smiled and went back to my cock. She bobbed her head up and down on my throbbing dick like crazy. The feeling of her lips gliding up and down my cock was too much. "I'm going to cum," I shouted. She moved even faster, using her hand to pump as her mouth continued to bob up and down and she sucked even harder. I lost it. I yelled out, and shot my load into the back of her throat. I bucked my hips up as my orgasm hit, which forced her to back off my cock. Only a single spurt came out before she was back on it taking the rest of my load into her warm mouth. She sucked my cock dry, and swallowed my entire load.
"Wow, that was a lot of cum. How was it?" she asked.
"That was the best thing that has ever happened," I said, truthfully.
"Just be ready - there's a lot more where that cums from," she laughed, and walked upstairs.
I simply thought to myself, This is going to be one hell of a summer.
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