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Obsession of the Stepsister Ch. 01

By: k4d0h1



"It was big and floppy," Rochelle timidly giggled. She looked away nervously. She was taken aback by her brazen comment.

I was strangely aroused and intensely involved with her every word.

...........

I was on vacation visiting my father and his family. He was remarried and it had been years since I had been around. 

I was now 29. He had one step child from his wife's previous marriage. She was 20 and going to college. She still lived with them as she began to plan, what would surely become a great and successful future.

Rochelle was smart and attractive. I found it strange to evaluate a 'more-or-less' sibling of mine in such a manner. But she was after all, beautiful. I, on occasion, found my self admiring her sexy attributes before I quickly stood back and felt guilty. Never the less, I couldn't help it; my eyes had a mind of their own. 

She stood 5-6" tall with a sturdy yet very effeminate build. Wide hips, small waist, and perky young C-cups constantly demanded subtle attention to those in her proximity. She unfortunately did not dress in such a manner as to give any one such delight. I knew better as she had dressed less modestly around the house. Her simple loose fitting shorts often got hiked between her bubble butt. I had got a few candid glances as she rearranged her shorts so that the fabric would once again drape over her thick, tone thighs. She was an absolute knockout.

Her personality, though, was unique. She was fun, yet awkwardly timid around new people, places or things. Uptight and reserved. I had my speculations, considering as much, that she was still a virgin. 

After the first few days it did become evident somebody was offering her a lot of attention. Her phone was constantly ringing. So I suspected she did have a boyfriend.

..........

She came home late night. I was bored and fumbling around on the internet trying to find something to peak my interest. 

She entered the den wearing a tight fitting top. It was purple and did little to conceal a striking amount of cleavage. She had great tits. They were perfect; not too small nor too big. I noticed her nipples her slightly poking at the thin fabric.

I realized she just saw me making a noticeable gawk at her fantastic breasts. I looked up and she indiscreetly disregarded my inappropriateness. She was in there to talk to me. I had originally figured she was headed to the laundry room to fetch something. 

Such a pretty face casually looked me in the eyes before she spoke.

"Hey, what'cha doing?" she smiled.

"Nothing, I'm bored."

"Hmm..."

She paced the room momentarily. I didn't know what to say. I was doing my best not to make another stare at her prominent titties.

"So what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," she looked down. That was my queue to take one more peek. I stared as she said, "How do you know if someone is right for you?"

She was not herself. I would have never suspected she would open up to me. 

"You mean... like dating or getting married... or...?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess. You guys are so difficult to understand."

I laughed, "Oh? We are? How do you mean?" I was intrigued at the topic of discussion and delighted to have more and more opportunities to admire her body. Tight fitting jeans hugged her ass to perfection.

"Well, I'm not sure about uh... Nick's intentions."

"Oh, you think he's in it for one thing." I replied staring at the creases of her jeans. I was watching the fabric twist between her legs right. I caught myself and immediately looked up. I had to have been busted. I should be looking her in the eyes yet I wasn't.

She smiled, "Yeah, he is." She was careful with her wording. It was obvious what we were talking about yet she still hadn't given in.

"How do you know?" I asked. 

She turned around to look out the window. I gazed purposefully at her sexy ass. She muttered "Hmm..." but didn't turn around. Instead she began to shift her weight to her other leg almost teasingly. What a lovely ass she had. She slightly leaned at the window seal with her elbows. I was in heaven. I realized she was waiting for me to speak.

"Well? How do you know?" 

She turned around and sat across from me on the floor. I now had a better vantage point to check out her ample cleavage.

"Did something happen tonight?" I asked while making sure to look her in the eye.

"Yeah, I guess..." she looked down, likely trying to collect her thoughts.

"So what happened?" I asked.

She began to readjust herself and was now lying face up on the carpet, not looking at me, but looking at the ceiling. Her fit body was on display as her flat toned stomach now came into view. Her low rise jeans were teasing me to the max. She had to have been shaved or waxed considering just how low they were. I noticed the outline of her pelvis.

She finally spoke, but continued just to stare at the ceiling. "Well, we had a good night. Simple. We just went to the movies and everything was great... and when he was dropping me off. I gave him a nice kiss and I was saying goodbye. And then..." she paused. 

Her knees were aimed at the ceiling and she was unknowingly, or knowingly, teasing me as she slightly parted them like a butterflies wings and held them.

"And then he what?" I asked.

"He said hold on before you go; I need one more kiss. Then he said close my eyes. I heard his zipper and I was freaked out. I looked over and he was pulling his... his thingy out."

I laughed to myself at her childish description. Whether or not I was that concerned I played the card. "What? Wow?" I acted astonished and bewildered as I continued eyeballing her sexy body.

"Yeah, I know I totally didn't expect it." She actually didn't seem to be too upset about it.

I was totally turned on by this point. I was making subtle brushes up against my crotch to feel my aching erection.

"Wow, I wouldn't think so, that was crazy," I said. I was playing into her hands; allowing her to continue unabashed. "So then what happened?" I asked. Her eyes never once looked towards mine though I had to wonder if her peripheral vision did give notice to my stance, whereby I found myself groping my bulge more and more often.

She replied, "Well I just closed my eyes and was totally freaked out. Then he grabbed my knee and told me he loved me. I finally opened my eyes and then I saw it was sticking up and shaking. Then I just ran out the car." 

Her legs still fluttered back and forth. Her slow motions were now less innocent. She would be nearly spread eagle at one point and then completely closed off at the next. I had to wonder what was secretly going on inside her head. Twenty minutes ago she was propositioned for sex and now she was revealing it all to me in detail for what reason I did not know.

I got bold. "So that's the first time you've seen one?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Pretty much?" I asked.

"Well... you know... health class..." she sighed.

I was considering reaching into my pants I was so hot. I loved talking about this while innocently or not watching with horny eyes.

"Oh, yeah," I laughed slightly. I was delighted to know she was a virgin. 

"Yeah, they're so gross," she laughed.

I was unsure of how to respond but decided it best just to go along. "Yeah I guess so. I mean I guess it depends on the person."

"It was just so big and floppy. And like a minute later it was even bigger and beating like a heartbeat," she laughed.

I was a bit under endowed to be honest. I wondered if she would forever have the preconception that every guy was as big as her boyfriend. A slight fear came over me that she might ever see mine; complimented by the security of knowing that would or at least should never happen. My thoughts consumed me as I tried to refocus.

"Well it probably wasn't that big, it's just because you've never seen one before," I replied.

"Yeah maybe..." she replied while closing her eyes. She rolled over and was now lying on her stomach. Her great ass was on display. To my luck though, the fabric of her top had rolled up almost all the way to her breast. She acted oblivious to the fact that the bottom part of flattened boob was pressing out. Her face was towards mine but she kept her eyes closed. Was she falling asleep?

She moaned lightly and readjusted herself further. More and more of her breasts fell out of her top and she continued to act indifferent. I was about to be over the top. I watched on for a few minutes admiring the scene. I had reached my hand into my pants and was in bliss as I began to make short strokes. I whispered her name, but was given no response. 

I made casual glances towards her face to make sure she was still asleep as I continued to indulge my carnal desires. At one point, for a split second, her eyes fluttered. They remained shut, but the shock hit me that she might actually be awake and spying on me though the slits of her eyes. How erotic would that be? I thought to myself. 

I began to get bolder and bolder and eventually I found myself pulling my dick out. At five inches it is modest but it was raging hard. I spit in my hand and slowly rubbed at the tip while staring at her luscious body.

A few minutes passed and I was searching for anything to release my load into. I saw tissues on the other desk and made an awkward approach to retrieve them.

Then I panicked. Her body moved slightly and she let out a slight moan. I covered up as best I could and frantically resituated myself on the chair. False alarm. She had rolled over and slid further down. The carpet was literally taking her top off as I realized her left boob was almost completely out of her top. I was still frozen and didn't want to move. Her head rocked back towards my direction but her eyes were still closed. 

I had seriously wondered if she was awake and more or less 'putting on a show.' I mean how weird was it that every time she moved she would pull herself against the carpet. It was insanely erotic to consider the concept of her doing this purposefully. I was at the breaking point and started pulling at my cock again. 

Her nipples were pointing out quite noticeably. I pumped furiously admiring the sexy sleeping beauty before me. I started to tense up and grabbed the tissue and at the moment I covered my penis with tissue, Rochelle twitched. I mean the timing of her body making such a twitch was confusing to say the least. I couldn't be concerned, though. 

I cleaned myself up, took a sheet from the laundry room and gently placed it over her body. She didn't respond and I carried my horny ass back to the guest room. 

I lay in my bed wondering what the hell just happened. And what the hell if she was awake?

...........................

I slept in the next morning. I was a bit weary to leave my room. It was Saturday and my dad and his wife were going to be out of the house until late night due to some events I really didn't care to ask details about.

So that left the house alone to me and my step sister. The gorgeous young lady to whom I got more than a bit perverted with last night. Everything was completely innocent at eye level, and I hoped it would stay that way. I mean after all, I couldn't keep fascinating about her nor instigating arousing conversations.

I made my way to the shower and noticed her bedroom door was shut. Stop thinking about it, I thought to myself. I proceeded to do my morning routine and exited the shower with just my towel wrapped around my waist. I made my way back to my room and of course her bedroom door flung open. I swear she timed it perfectly. That or the Gods' of circumstance were playing a game with us.

She was wearing loose shorts thin but almost see through as I saw the dark outline of her panty line around her hips. That wasn't the best part. Nothing but a bra did conceal her bouncy breasts.

She acted startled to see me. I did the same. It was absolutely awkward yet familiar at the same time. I did my best to keep my eyes off her exposed sexy body. 

"Oh, hey..." I said while making my way around her.

"Morning, are you done with the shower?" she asked.

"Yep, it's all yours." I made shut the door behind me doing my best to act gentlemanly. While I did take one last look as she walked towards the restroom, admiring her luscious ass ever so slightly shaking with each step. 

Uncharacteristically of me, I decided to make some breakfast for the two of us. I studied the refrigerator and began to lose my motivation. Frozen waffles seemed to fit the bill. I made a simple get up on the table. I sat at down strategically to have her bedroom door slightly in my view. I waited.

I heard the bathroom door open and pretended to be reading the newspaper. I saw her briefly. She was wearing nothing but a towel. Then she was gone. I continued to wait.

She made her way to the dining room table where I was. I hadn't looked up yet, but when I did I immediately felt the blood rush below. The first thing I noticed was she was wearing just a simple bra. Although her ample breasts were nothing to be ashamed about. Simple shorts again. Oh how I wish she wore the tight ones. 

I acted embarrassed to see her in so little clothing.

"Oh... uh... hey..." I gave a quizzical look on my face further more instilling the innocence I wished to portray.

She walked past me. "Oh, hey..." her nonchalance demeanor I couldn't understand. I mean, seriously? Do you not realize you are wearing just a bra? 

She continued to the kitchen when I said, "I made some waffles."

"Oh cool, thanks," she replied giving only a few seconds of eye contact.

She sat down and I tried my hardest not to look at the modest yet sexy bra she was wearing. 

The silence was deafening. We ate for a few minutes without speaking. Girls always know what they are doing when it comes to showing off their body. So what was her angle, I wondered. I was convincing myself she did know everything that happened last night. I honestly thought she faked the whole sleeping scene and for some reason was kind enough to give me the little peep show.

I had given her my own peep show. She must have seen me jerking off in front of her. 

A rush of conflicting emotions and thoughts were consuming me.

This was a game. She was playing some game with me. I didn't know what exactly but I was certain I would play by her rules.

It was the innocence factor. I think everything would be in the norm if we kept it playfully innocent. I shuddered to think I might lose this game if I confronted her about her unusual behavior. 

So long as we keep it simple and innocent then the game shall proceed. That had to be it.

She ate half a waffle before excusing herself to clean her plate. I wanted to say something but I didn't know what. She went back to her bedroom and closed the door. I cleaned up a bit and lounged on the couch. I patiently waited for an hour and was half way passed out when I heard the bedroom door finally open. I kept my eyes half closed waiting for her to come into view.

She came around the corner as if she were looking for me. I grudgingly opened my eyes further to acknowledge her presence. What a pretty sight. She was still in just the bra and shorts. I groggily said, "Hey."

"Hey, do you know anything about computers?"

I did a long time ago but lost my touch. "Sure, what's up?"

"I don't know, it's like frozen and I wasn't sure if I should unplug it," she replied.

"Hmm..." I began to sit up. "I can take a look."

"Okay," she replied and walked back into her room expecting me to follow her shortly.

This should be fun at least I get to take a few peeks at her gorgeous tits in the process. The door was open and I walked in. Her laptop was on her bed and so was she. Of course I had no choice but to sit at the edge of her and try my best to fix the problem. Or at least prolong it enough for my own benefit. 

Her room smelled nice and was a bit cluttered but not so sloppily; just a few clothes thrown carelessly around. I stared at the thong panties hanging on the bed knob. I wouldn't have thought she had any. I quickly regained my focus and pulled the laptop to my side. She laid back and said, "God, I hope I didn't break it. 

I saw the frozen screen in front of me. It was something educational I presumed at first. I read a few lines and realized it was a doctor's opinion about virginity and first time sex. It took me all of two seconds to realize it wasn't frozen at all. I scrolled up and down and looked at her. "I think maybe it was only frozen for a minute, it seems fine to me."

Was she slyly putting on this charade to instigate a conversation about sex? I wondered to myself. 

She perked up and said, "Oh wow, really? That's good."

This was either my opportunity to leave gracefully or make some casual comment about what I saw. I decided on the latter. 

"So I guess you're still a virgin?" I asked.

She answered rather easily, "Yeah, but I guess I can't stay that way forever."

"Well, you shouldn't worry about it so much. It's not such a big deal. Everybody has sex nowadays," I said.

"Yeah, I guess so."

I began to rise from the bed and make my way out when she said, "Well ok... umm... is it going to hurt?" she asked.

"I think that depends on the person," I replied. I slowly sat back on the bed making awkward glances at her face and her extravagantly poised body. 

"I mean, I just kind of thought it might. I mean, I never saw one in real life. And his was just so big."

"You are afraid it is going to hurt because it is so big? Well how big was it?" I asked.

"Umm... I don't know but I just thought they were smaller." She made the ever so slightest glance at my groin.

"Oh... Well... I think they come in many different sizes. So maybe his was larger than normal."

"Yeah I guess so," she replied. "So what's normal?"

"Oh, I'm not sure, you can look it up though," I motioned towards the laptop.

"Good idea," she replied enthusiastically. She was now sitting Indian style and slid the laptop towards her knees. Her milky thighs came into view as she did so. She asked, "So what should I type?"

"Umm... I don't know. Type in average penis size." I couldn't believe I was saying penis in front of my stepsister but I went along with it.

"Okay..." she paused while studying the screen. "Five and half to six and a half is average." She made a slight grin to herself and struck me off guard. "How big is yours?" she laughed lightly.

"Umm... I don't know... I suppose it is average." I lied and said I've never measured it."

She stood up and went to her desk drawer and retrieved sewing tape. "Well go measure it. Just for fun." She was quite frisky this morning and I couldn't help but want to keep her that way. I reluctantly agreed and excused myself from her room so that I may follow her playful orders.

I already knew where I stood. I wondered if I should lie about it. I decided not to. I didn't measure my dick but I waited a few more minutes before I reentered her room.

I opened the door and casually said, "Hey."

"So?" was her response.

"Oh well um... I guess its pretty much average."

"Did you measure it or not?" she had a slightly irritated tone about her voice.

"Yes... It's pretty much right at about um... five inches."

"Hmm..." she sighed. "And the girth?"

"Girth?" I answered.

"Yes? How thick is it?"

I was caught off guard, "I didn't measure that. How do you do that?"

"Just wrap the tape around your dick to see."

She was so upfront and confrontational I didn't expect this from her. Nor did I expect to be more or less inspected by my step sister.

"Alright I'll go check. What's the average?"

"Just go do it."

I left her room again. I was madly turned on by this surreal experience. I had a hard on and I wrapped the tape around and saw I was just over four inches around. I wasn't quite certain what would be considered average so I figured I would tell her four and half to be safe.


Obsession of the Stepsister Ch. 01



I walked back into her room shortly thereafter and bluntly said "Four and half inches."

"Hmm..." was all she replied.

"So what does that mean? I mean what is average?" I asked.

"Oh... five is average."

I once again felt defeated as I was now certain she considered my dick to be exactly that 'less than average'

I didn't want to end this little game we were playing but I decided, nonetheless, to be bold, "I'm sure it's perfectly adequate."

"Yeah, I guess so," she said.

I couldn't help but to take casual glances at her fleshy white thighs. I wanted so badly to feel them in my hands.

"Hmm..." she sighed. She rose on all fours while her eyes were still fixated on the computer screen before her. My face was literally inches away from her bubbly butt. Her previous position had caused her shorts to ride up her ass crack. She started typing away while slowly swaying her hips. As she did so I slyly moved my head closer until I felt her soft thighs ever so slightly brush up against my cheeks. She repositioned herself in light of feeling my stubbly cheek make contact to her upper thigh. 

She lowered her waist towards the sheets. It was a beautiful sight to see her in such a sexual pose. She continued typing and clicking away as I carelessly stared at her tight bottom.

I was sporting a small but noticeable erection as I took it all in.

She flipped her laptop screen down to close it and made one swift motion to lie back on the bed. I still had my legs hanging of the side of the bed. Her upper body was concealed by my awkward position but her lovely legs her on full display to my voyeur eyes. It was probably for the best as I was still hard as a rock. I turned the other way to look at her pretty face. Her eyes were closed. I decided I needed to say something.

"You tired?" I asked.

"Mhmm," she moaned lightly. Then her left knee rose toward the ceiling before plopping spread open aside her. I had a great view at her lower ass cheeks as they protruded from her lose shorts. I could even see the tiny hem of her pink panties. I conveniently scooted down the bed as to gain an even better view down her shorts. She wasn't hairy at all. But I did catch a few quarter inch sized pubic hairs trapped beneath her less than modest panties. Oh how I did come to love to admire her beauty.

Her next move really caught me off guard. She extended her bent leg and her foot ended up lying right on my groin. She of course acted indifferent and her pedicured toes rested on my throbbing erection. My whole body stiffened up in apprehension. I wanted to just grab her foot and masturbate with it. But ten seconds later she resettled in a spread eagle position. Her eyes remained closed the whole time. The fabric of her shorts had begun to ride up her panties presenting me with a nice view of some awesome camel toe. A few seconds later she raised both her knees up and raised her upper body to rest on her elbows. She looked at me and said, "Can you get me a drink?"

Easy enough, I thought. "Sure, what do you want?"

"Well I really want Starbucks, but I guess you can just get me some juice."

I pondered my options. I really didn't want to leave her at the moment but it could serve me very well to do her a nice favor. I smiled and said, "Okay I can go into town if you want.

A bright smile came across her young cute face. She proceeded to tell me what specialty drink she craved. I repeated as to help myself not forget it. I excused myself to get dressed and ready.

As I was exiting the guest room with my casual getup I heard her door open. She peeked around the corner and requested, "Hey, make sure you get the big one. I don't want a small one. I swear she made the slightest glance at my groin as she said 'small one' but I could have been mistaken from that distance.

"Sure thing, I'll be back shortly."

The drive was uneventful but my mind was racing a million miles an hour. I thought about her last comment. Did she say that innocently or was she giving mixed signals. I still had a day and half alone with her in the house. How far was I willing to go with my step sister? How far was she willing to go? I would never have thought things could have progressed as far as they did. I mean she did just indirectly feel me up with her foot. That was surely a memorable moment even if it only lasted a few seconds. She was so beautiful and so sexy and playing the innocent factor so precisely that I really wanted to keep it up with her.

I finally got home; I couldn't wait to be in her presence again. I knocked on her door and she said, "Come in."

I was hoping she might have changed into some sexier, more revealing clothes but she had not. She was sitting Indian style on her bed fiddling with her laptop. I smiled proudly in my achievement of retrieving her special request. I handed it to her and she smiled. I felt intrusive momentarily to be standing there observing her. I didn't want to leave though, so I sat back down on her bed. The computer was facing away from me, so I couldn't see what she was looking at. But I was rewarded the opportunity to stare back down at her fleshy thighs. She continued to sip at her drink when I asked, "So what are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing..." she replied.

Then a bit of hysteria made its presence. The lid on her cup must have come loose. She shrieked and stood tall. The hot coffee had taken its toll on her sensitive nipples. She violently tore off her shirt in front of me. She had no bra. Her exquisitely sculptured breasts were on full display for my enjoyment. She quickly rubbed a towel all over her naked breasts. I was unsure of whether I should leave her be, but I couldn't help but stare at her perky breasts as the flopped up and down with the motions of her towel.

I couldn't believe the scene. I was not so candid in my obvious admirations of her supple breasts. She finally slowed her motions and made a slight gaze in my direction through the mirrors reflection. She knew she was being watched heatedly. She slowed her motions and focused her eyes on her own reflection. Her ample boobs would sway gently as she made a final few strokes to clear her self of the impeding hot coffee.

I never looked away. Her breasts were beyond description in their sheer beauty. But I know she knew I watched her intently. Then I got the bright idea of being a hero.

"I know what will help," I exclaimed as I darted out the door straight for the bathroom. I grabbed a small tube of burn cream and ran back to her room, hoping wishing her boobs were still out in the open. They were. She was still tenderly rubbing her hardened aureole. 

As I approached her I looked at the ground. I suppose I wanted at least for a minute not to look like a total pervert while I handed her the ointment. She said, "Thanks," and I returned back to sit on her bed.

She took a drop of the cream on her fingertips and ever so slowly rubbed all over her hard nipple. I was insanely turned on at the spectacle. The fact that she was care free about me watching her was putting me over the top; I wanted to jerk off so badly. I really wanted to fuck her brains out.

After a few minutes she turned around and looked at me. She didn't say anything so I took the initiative. "Is it going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. It's a little tender but it's not so bad."

I once again found myself staring at her gorgeous breasts. "Okay," was all I could muster.

"Well I guess you got a free show," she laughed lightly.

"Oh yeah," I replied while fixing my gaze back on her green eyes.

"You act like you've never seen a pair of boobs before," she again laughed.

"Sorry, I should be turning away, I guess I couldn't help but admire them though. They are really nice... err... I mean for you being my sister and all."

She smiled and began to reach in her dresser drawer for a bra to put on. To my delight she let out a slight gasp as the material brushed up against her tender nipple. "Well I guess I can't wear one of these just yet," she remarked.

"Damn, that sucks," was I could muster while once again watching her bountiful tits jiggle as she walked to the other side of the room. "Anything I can do?" I asked not having a clue as too how I could have further alleviated the situation.

"No, I guess I just have to wait for the pain to go away," she replied. 

"I'm sure you'll feel better in a few hours." I did my best not to stare completely at her naked breasts but she surely didn't seem to mind when I did.

"Yeah, I hope. And I'm going to be stuck at home all day now," she frowned.

I asked, "Why?" even though I already knew the answer.

"Well," she laughed, "I can't be leaving the house topless."

I loved the idea of spending the day with her in her unfortunate status. "Yeah, I guess not." I still waited for her to give me one signal or hint that I should not be in her bedroom carelessly admiring her naked beasts, but she never gave one.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she said. Her perky titties bounced in unison as she walked past me and out the door. 

I immediately reached in my pants to feel my raging little erection. I few gentle strokes to calm myself down and to even more importantly further instigate my next move. I had noticed three pairs of panties sitting on some sort of footrest. They looked like they had just been thrown there after she had worn them. Two of them were inside out. I quickly grabbed one and buried my nose at the crotch and took a long deep whiff. Intoxicating and fragrant. I then shoved them into my pocket.

I heard the toilet flush but she seemed to be taking her time. I once again started placed my hand inside my pants and brought my self close to an orgasm. I stopped just in time. 

When Rochelle returned she was still topless but had put on a pair of nice tight jeans. I imagine she grabbed them from the laundry room. 

"Hey," I said.

"Hey... You know I hate doing laundry." She then flopped down onto the bed face first as if she was exhausted.

I couldn't help but notice she didn't let out even the slightest groan of discomfort. She sure could be wearing clothes on top but was choosing not to. She intended on teasing me all day but trying to act innocent about it. I wasn't about to complain.

"Yeah, chores aren't supposed to be fun," I laughed.

"Hmm..." she sighed.

I had to look over my shoulder to look at her, and of course I quickly checked out her tight bubble butt being squeezed to death by her jeans. "So what should we do today?" I asked.

"I don't know," she continued to stare away from me. "I'm bored and stuck at home all day," she sighed.

"Well we have the house all to ourselves, I would say lets do something fun that we used to do... but I guess we never really shared the house in the past."

"True," she replied somberly, "what would you normally be doing?"

"Probably drinking a few beers and watching football."

"I'm not watching football," she replied a-matter-of-factly, "but I wouldn't mind drinking."

I laughed, "I'm sorry but you are not old enough for that." I was teasing her but was incredibly receptive to the idea of her having a few drinks. I mean she seems to have lost all inhibitions already. Imagine what a few drinks could do, I laughed to myself.

"Very funny," she replied while rolling over. Her beautiful breasts were parted as she lie half naked on the bed. "I'm 21 in two months," she smiled.

I was unsure how to respond. I was getting better at not making direct eye contact with her breasts even though I could have gone into a 20 minute day dream while staring at them. I loved the fact that they were noticeably hard. Was she aroused? I wondered. I knew I was. 

I figured I might tease her for a change. "Sorry, that's illegal," I laughed. I felt somewhat in command of the situation for once.

She sat up cross legged on the bed. My leg was half way propped up on the bed to get an angle to talk to her. Unfortunately that caused my jeans to press heavily upon my crotch. My modest erection would surely be noticeable. She didn't glance down as she said, "It's not like we are going to leave the house today." She then pointed at her breasts seeking confirmation to her pleas of possible intoxication. 

How could I argue any further, as if was going to prolong it for too long. But she just gave me permission to stare at her breasts once again. I slyly gawked at her perky c-cups while I casually remarked, "I suppose that is true..." I once again paused, maybe for too long, before saying, "Well then, what do you like to drink?"

She made a slight bounce up and down as she was happy to be getting her way. I watched her boobs jiggle before returning my gaze to her cute and happy face awaiting her reply.

"I don't know, I've only been drunk a few times and it was off of beer. Didn't really like the taste of it and it got me drunk too quick," she answered.

I laughed to myself. She's already dangling her titties in front me while sober and I only have to give her a few drinks to see how wild she gets after that. Wow what a day this is becoming. The thought of fucking my sexy step sister was not as farfetched as it may have seemed.

"Okay, well I'll just get you some girly drinks," I laughed slightly, "you'll like them I promise."

"Perfect," she replied.

I jumped up and stood towards her, "Alright, I won't be long," then proceeded to exit her room. I lightly pulled the door shut but it gently bounced back a few inches rather than latching up correctly. I went to the guest room to quickly ready myself. My dick was aching so hard I just had to pull it out and give a few light tugs. The precum made it very easy, yet very hard to want to stop. I pulled it together wanting to save it for later. I quietly left my room to head out the front door. 

I remembered Rochelle's door was creaked open a bit. So I hesitated before walking past it. I made a slight glance to my right as I passed nothing to obvious. That's when I noticed the unmistakable blurry image of bare flesh. I tiptoed back to peek. I was looking towards her dresser mirror which in turn reflected back to me lavish wonder of her naked body.

She was standing in front of her closet mirror playing with her breasts. She propped them up and bent down as if to assess her cleavage. While she did this I unzipped my pants and began to stroke at my hard on. I wanted to save it but I figured by the time I got back a few more of her 'teases' I would be right back on track. The view was perfect aside from the fact the mirror cut her off right at top of the triangle, I assumed, of her pubic hair. I stood on my toes off and on to see almost the bottom of the triangle. She was fairly well groomed. I wouldn't have imagined a virgin shaving but she must have been trying to keep it nice looking. 

I was near the cumming, all I could do was slow the strokes and take it all in. She took the bottle of lotion again and began massaging her stomach with it. Moments later her hands disappeared below her waist. It seemed obvious to me that she was applying the fragrant cream to her pussy. I was about to lose it but was waiting for the perfect moment. And just then she turned around. I could see the top half of her sexy ass crack. She reached a hand back and started massaging the inner part of her bulbous ass. I was ready to cum and I knew this would have had to be the last part she would lotion up before she was done. So I made a few frantic jerks and blew my load. I should have been more careful, normally I would have paper towel or a sock. But this was the heat of the moment and it shot out right on her door. 

I think it might have made a slight sound. I noticed her body turn upward and I saw her face look at the door, thankfully not the dresser mirror. I tiptoed faster than a ninja out of the house and made my way to the liquor store.

To be continued...



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Obsession of the Stepsister Ch. 02



A million thoughts ran marathons through my head. I was entranced by my unbelievably sexy step-sister. She seemed to be playing with my head (both heads for that matter). She seemed to enjoy teasing me to the brink. I think she had become quite sexually liberated in the past 24 hours. The stand-offish prude was now displaying her breasts for me, nonchalantly, while also openly discussing my very own penis in such casual conversations.

Needless to say these circumstances have taken quite an effect upon me. All I can think about is how badly I want to fuck her brains out. But seriously could we let something like that happen. Regardless of the fact we hardly knew each other it was still morally wrong to even consider such things. Maybe that is why we are pretending as though this is normal behavior between to young adults despite a relationship based upon our parents past union. I do say we; it seems too obvious by this point that she is playing the game as well. How far is she willing to go? That I will leave up to her, but I certainly am not planning on crossing the gray line before she does. So I must continue to keep the attitude of her and myself simply friendly and innocent.

.............

I returned from the corner store with nothing more than a four pack of fruity wine coolers and Rochelle's request. I had thought it through on my drive that I didn't want alcohol to be the regretful factor of any potential mistakes. Besides I wasn't the type to get a girl drunk purely to inhibit sex. Though, on the other hand, one or two drinks couldn't hurt.

By the time I walked up to the front door of my dad and her mother's house. I recalled the little surprise I left on her door. I hoped she had not found it, or if she had I sure hoped she chose to ignore it for my sake. It would certainly be an abrupt and awkward end to our games if she confronted me about it and as such was appalled by it. Though, I really doubted she was done toying with me and my eager dick.

The house was quiet as I walked toward the refrigerator to stow her drinks. I peered down the hallway to see her bedroom door was still cracked open. Perhaps she hadn't left her room since I left. I called out to her, "Hey, I got your drinks!"

No reply. I slowly walked toward her room with one of her girly drinks in hand. "Last call or you don't get any." Still no reply. I quickly fixed my gaze upon the lower half of her door inspecting or admiring (I wasn't sure) where I had recently shot my load after gazing upon her naked body. It was still there. There was a long trickle all the way to the carpet and a second one next to it. I kept my other eye on the scene behind the door. I was quickly stopped in my tracks at the bare flesh that quickly came into view. The backs of her legs were visible. She was lying on her stomach. Unfortunately the view was hindered by the limitations of a half inch crack of the door. I crept up close to the crack dying to see more flesh but only to her knees could I see.

I wanted to push the door open an inch to catch a better view of her shapely sexy legs; further hoping she was revealing a candid shot of her voluptuous ass. Decisions, decisions. I was once again caught in the carnal desire for sexy Rochelle. I was hooked and was certain I wouldn't be making very m-any rational decisions for the rest of the day. The only question was which irrational decisions I would be making. With little further debate I pushed lightly on the door. The fucking door creaked. I panicked for a second. Decisions. Should I push it all the way open? After all, I was invited in her room not so long ago. Or just hope she's asleep and wasn't startled by the noise. A second passed, and I hadn't moved. I decided she was asleep or at least pretending to be. Her behavior should not surprise me by this point.

I wondered what thoughts might be going through her head. Was it overwhelming sexual curiosity that had gotten the best of her? Was she horny? Was she attracted to me? My self-conscious quickly rationalized that she certainly could be attracted to me. I was by most standards very handsome. Maybe a slight pudge here and there as a result of my age. Maybe a slightly undersized penis. But all in all it's entirely possible that she was attracted to me. Racing thoughts consumed me as I admired the view of her legs lightly parted in front of me. I couldn't yet tell what she was wearing, if anything.

The cracked door was little more cracked than it was before I tried to enhance my view. I made out a few more inches of flesh above the undersides of her knees. Imagine if she was still naked? What if she never put her clothes back on after her shower? Fuck it, I had to see. I slowly swung the door wide open. I was prepared to handle the situation as it unfolded if she so happened to be awake. 

Bliss. Not naked, but still topless and tight shorts accenting her bulbous butt. I was prepared to apologize for barging in if she was awake. So I quickly turned my gaze to her face which was pointed in my direction. Eyes closed. Good enough for me, I'll consider her asleep. Her arms were tucked beneath her chest which kept me from catching any possible continuance of the boob show. That ass, I wanted to grab it, squeeze it, and run my fingers underneath her shorts. Damn she was hotter by the minute. 

My hard on was back, and I gripped it through my jeans. Maybe I better not get caught with my hands down my pants. I stopped and wondered what to do next. She lied motionless. I decided to exit the doorway and collect my thoughts as best I could. I walked down the hall to the bathroom then to the mirror to ask myself what the fuck I was doing. My erection got the best of me and I pulled it out for a few quick strokes. I was then overcome with the desire to see her near naked body once again. 

When I returned to her open doorway, I saw Rochelle had turned over. Her supple breasts were parted by gravity pointing them slightly to the left and right. Her left knee was bent toward the door, causing the fabric of her shorts to ride up her inner thigh. Her legs were slightly tanned, but the flesh next to the hem was milky white, and then closer to her virgin pussy was darkened by trimmed pubic hair just barely poking out. What an overwhelming erotic sight. Her elegant face was still pointed in a direction that would offer her a view of the doorway, had she happened to peer through the slits of her closed eyelids. I vaguely sensed she was aware of my presence.

I kept myself mostly hidden behind the hallway wall. This made it less risky for me to continue pulling at my hard dick. I quickly regained my senses when the doorbell rang. Fuck! The loud bell would surely have awoken her. I wasn't about to find out. I scurried to my room and closed the door. Fuck! I left her door wide open and never bothered to clean up the still wet cum from less than an hour ago. The doorbell rang again. Fuck! I then heard movement followed by the muffled voices of Rochelle and another person. Panic had kept me from moving. I sat at the edge of the bed wondering If I was about to have to explain some very awkward things to Rochelle. 

I heard the door shut, followed by footsteps approaching my doorway. I repositioned myself as though I were resting in bed as the door opened. So much for knocking, I thought. "What are you doing?" she asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

I stuttered, "Nothing. Just waiting for you to wake up." 

"Didn't you hear the doorbell?" she asked.  She had put on a t shirt to answer the door, but was still wearing the boy shorts.

"I guess not," I lied. "Who was it?"

"Nobody... Did you get me something to drink?" she asked in a much more delightful tone.

Green light, all is well, I thought to myself. "Yeah it's in the 'fridge."

"K," she turned around and walked back down the hallway. I wasn't sure if I remember how she used to walk, but I sure as hell noticed she had an awkward strut that caused her ass to bounce. I had to assume she was doing that on purpose and for my benefit. What a lovely girl.

I still had a now semi cold bottle from earlier and decided to put it back in the refrigerator. Rochelle was standing with the door open guzzling half a bottle before she turned toward me. "Thanks. You only got four?" she asked.

"Yeah, they're all yours." I said as I walked next to her and put the other drink back in the flimsy cardboard container.

"Good," she smiled. I could smell the fragrant lotion she had applied earlier. She smelled great. She took a second pull on the half empty drink and finished it. She looked at me defensively with a halfcocked smile and said, "What? I was thirsty."

I laughed lightly, "Mhmm."

She grabbed another one and walked toward the living room, shaking her ass with each step. She sat down and I followed her to the couch.

"So, was I asleep when you got home?" she asked.

"Oh... Yeah... you lazy bum," I kidded.

"Oh, shut up. I was tired."

"Tired from what? It's 11:00 a.m." I laughed.

"I don't know, maybe from you pouring hot coffee all over me."

"Uh, huh... Just because you're clumsy, you don't have to blame it on me."

She grabbed underneath her boobs as if she were giving herself a mammogram. A few seconds later she seemed content. "Whatever, you're lucky they're feeling better."

"Lucky?" I asked affably. Of course I was thinking I'd be a lot luckier if she was still prancing around topless.

"Yes, or I would have to hurt you," she laughed.

She was quite playful I thought to myself. "Hurt me? Ha!" I laughed.

She proceeded to punch me in the chest which certainly caught me off guard. "Take it easy," I laughed surprised she packed a bit of a punch. "What was that for?"

"Oh, don't be a baby. Want to try some hot coffee on your skin and tell me how it feels?"

"No thanks.... But seriously are you blaming that on me?" I asked. 

"Sure, why not," she smiled.

"Fine, it was all my fault," I laughed.

My smile was erased in a split second, as her face took a very serious demeanor. "You did that on purpose?" she asked angrily.

I stuttered, "No, I didn't... I mean it was just... the top wasn't on right..."

She burst out laughing, "Wow, you scare easily."

"Not funny," I sheepishly replied while pushing her shoulder away.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry," I replied acting annoyed by her antics.

"Yeah, you better be mister," she laughed.

I decided to push her aside once again. "Yep, I'm sooo sorry," I said sarcastically. The momentum caused her to topple over before she caught herself with her elbows into the couch cushion. The commotion conveniently caused her tight shorts to ride up her ass. I noticed and was hopefully not caught noticing.

"Oww! Stop it!!" she screamed while laughing.

Instead of picking herself back up, she removed her arms from underneath her side and plopped down. Her tight ass pointed toward me as she pretended to sulk. "Be careful, my nipples are still sore."

"Now who's being the baby," I laughed while stealing quick glances at her hiked up shorts.

"I'm serious," she whimpered playfully.

I offered a hand to help pull her back up. She took it, but instead of allowing me to help her up she gripped it tightly then yanked my arm. My left hand landed on the middle of her bare thigh in order to prevent me from falling. I left it there momentarily before using it as leverage to pull her back up. "Nice try," I laughed. I removed my hand quickly as if it was inappropriate yet unavoidable. She didn't seem to mind.

"I swear I'm going to really hurt you if you don't quit it," she exclaimed trying to sound angry but failing.

"Quit what? You started it."

She ignored me and once again tweaked her now visibly hardened nipples, "owwie," she whimpered.

"Still hurts?" I asked. I wasn't that concerned but was surely interested in her talking about her tits.

"Yeah, a little bit." She replied while massaging and tracing the outline of her nipple.

"It's mainly your nipples that hurt?" I asked, doing my best to sound sincere.

"Yeah... I mean that's the most sensitive part of my boobs."

"True," I replied content to continue watching her play with her nipples.

For a second there was an awkward silence which caused her to stop and change the subject. "So this drink is pretty good. Want to try it?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied.

She began to hand me the freshly opened second bottle. As I attempted to grasp it she poured out a splash on my lap which caused her to break out in a fit of childish laughter. "You brat!" I grumbled.

"Oops," she continued to laugh. I noticed she was staring at my groin where she had purposely spilled her cold drink. "Now we're even."

I then realized my jeans were doing a half ass job concealing my modest erection. It wasn't a huge bulge but it was definitely noticeable where the head of my penis was trying to press upward. I quickly felt uncomfortable with her eyes upon my groin. "You better hope it doesn't stain," was all I could come up with. 

"Oh, get over it," she said, now recovering from her laughing fit. "At least it wasn't scolding hot, then you would know how I felt."

"Yeah, yeah..." I replied, still dumbfounded about what to do next. I put my hand over the damp spot which was slightly under my erection. There, all covered up for the moment.

"Okay fine, give them to me and I'll wash them before they stain."

So she must want to see me without my pants on. What else could this all have been about? I might have been okay with had I not been sporting a noticeable hard on. I had to remind myself at no point would I be the one that made things too awkward.  Though it now seemed like everything that happened was now considered gray area. But still if I took off my pants the loose fabric of my boxer shorts would do nothing to hide my arousal. My arousal for Rochelle. So confusing, so insanely erotic.

"Well, what are you waiting for," she asked, "go change." Maybe she sensed my uneasiness and was being gracious. "Hurry up, just take them off now." Or maybe not.

"Okay, okay..." I stood up and brushed away at the wet spots as if that would somehow eradicate the situation. 

"Take them off now... or they're going to stain. You've got like 30 seconds, seriously." She sounded half panicked.

She was surely full of shit. But, I suppose I owed her one.

I turned away from her and quickly unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed down my jeans. I stepped out of the leg holes. With two quick movements I positioned my dick upwards and tucked the head underneath the elastic. With my shirt hanging over the waistband it was hidden for the most part.

Rochelle stood up and circled half way around. I wasn't sure what she had on her mind, but once again the innocent game is paying serious dividends. So I decided to play it just as well as she did. I reached down to pick my pants off the floor and as soon as I did my dick was freed from the elastic. I handed them to her doing my best to keep my back to her.

She laughed lightly as she glanced at my boxers. "Stop being so prude, it's not like I've never seen one before."

That caused my dick to bounce. She just checked out my package. Though I had to laugh to myself, 24 hours ago she had never seen one before. Which in turn caused me a bit of embarrassment that she might have been taking mental notes of mine compared to the big dick she was exposed to last night.

The four seconds of embarrassment seemed like forever but then she strutted back toward the laundry room and I could finally take a breath to relax. Wow, did she have some sort of power over me. I took a look down at myself. I then reassured myself that it wasn't entirely obvious I was hard. The only advantage to having a modest sized penis? Well, what do I know, penis envy is mostly bullshit, and most girls really don't care. But then again, some might.

Once again I was all caught up in my twisted thinking. When Rochelle asked, "Why are you just standing there?" What the hell? She was gone for maybe five seconds. Urgent care my ass. 

I stuttered "I wasn't... I was just making sure I didn't get any on my boxers." Nice save, I thought to myself.

Then again, not really. Rochelle came closer, all the while staring at my boxers and the semi hard on slightly pushing forward. Thankfully the embarrassment I was feeling was shying away my dick. 

"Hmm, I don't see much down there," she said coolly.

Those words certainly might have had a double meaning. 

"Those are pretty nice boxers, how come you don't wear briefs?" she asked.

"No reason, really. I guess these are more comfortable."

"I like briefs better," she replied still for most part staring down there.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well I don't know I've never seen a guy wearing them or anything but at least with briefs you can see his package pretty well."

"True. I guess I see what you're saying. I mean I'd prefer a girl to wear tight shorts than loose ones."

She smiled, "Oh... and why is that?"

"Well.... You know, same reason..."

She laughed, "Same reason? To see a girl's package?"

I laughed, "You know what I meant."

"Mhmm. So a girl never told you she liked briefs better?"

"I guess it never came up," I replied.

"How many girlfriends have you had?" she asked.

"Aren't you nosy," I laughed. I sat back down.

"It's just a question," she replied.

"I don't know. Like four or five."

She laughed, "Four or five? Those numbers sound familiar." 

"Shut up," I replied.

She laughed harder, "What? You act like it's a bad thing."

"No, I don't. Just stop laughing already."

"Aww, poor baby. Are you getting mad?" She was thoroughly enjoying herself by this point. I was feeling quite awkward yet aroused by the attention she was giving me.

"Nope," I replied. I got up and began walking toward the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Nowhere," I replied. I opened up the refrigerator and grabbed one of her pinkish drinks.

"Hey, that's mine!" she yelled while quickly approaching me. I raised the bottle above my head right before she tried to snatch it away from me. "Give it!" she yelled as she stood right in front of me. The warmth of her hot body was very close. She had an angry smile as she jumped up and grabbed my wrist. As she did so her whole body brushed up and then back down against my body. I definitely felt the friction of her bouncing breasts against my chest and the warmth of her crotch as it momentarily slid past my now growing erection.

I simply passed the bottle to my other hand as she used her weight to drag down my arm. This in turn caused her to jump up again for my other hand. The closeness and flirtatious way she moved her body over mine caused my dick to point straight out within a few seconds. She had to have felt it as it lightly pressed against her flat stomach. Not wanting it to be totally awkward I pulled my pelvis backward. I then handed her the drink and said, "You better quit being a brat, or no more for you."

"Yeah, yeah," she replied while leaning back against the counter. She opened the bottle to a quick glance down at the small tent in my boxers and chugged at the fruit drink.

Her cellphone began to ring from her bedroom. She put the bottle on the counter and skipped away while humming. I heard the door shut and tried to figure things out once again. Of course my first instinct was to put my hand over my dick for the minimum relief and pleasure it would temporarily provide.

I still felt uneasy wearing just my boxers and a shirt, but I had no intentions of putting any pants on. My dick forbade it, especially in Rochelle's presence. Casual smoker as I was, I went to the back porch for a much desired cigarette. 

It was pleasant outside. I sat on a padded bench that was somewhat out of sight from the interior of the house. I had one hand with a cigarette and one hand lightly stroking my dick to thoughts of a very sexy stepsister, one that was teasing me to the brink. I put the cigarette out half way through and returned to the cool house. No sign of Rochelle. I walked by her room and heard nothing then returned to the couch. I thought about turning on the TV, but wasn't sure if I wanted such a distraction that might cause a certain someone to be anything less than delightful towards me. So I sat and waited.




Obsession of the Stepsister Ch. 02



My erection was subsiding; I was worried about blue balls, but hoped for the best. I was daydreaming before I noticed Rochelle walking into the room. She was wearing the same tight shorts and flimsy shirt from earlier. "Can you believe he thinks were still going on a date tonight?" she asked.

"Huh? Oh... Him again," I replied somewhat deflated.

"Yes, don't worry I'm not going," she stated. She seemed quick to want to cheer me up with that bit of good news. It worked.

"I didn't know you had made plans."

"Well, yeah... last night, before he got all crazy and whipped out his big fat cock."

I laughed lightly, "such language."

"Whatever. What do you want me to call it? A very above average penis?" She smiled.

"No. I suppose big fat cock will do fine."

"Anyways... weirdo. He was asking me what time he should pick me up and I'm just like, is he kidding me?"

"Yeah, some people..." I replied.

"Can I ask you something though?" she asked without waiting for a response. "What makes it get all hard and stuff? I mean I wasn't teasing him or anything."

Was she implying that she was aware that her teasing me made me hard?

"Umm... I guess it depends on the mood. I don't know. Maybe you were teasing him and didn't realize it," I offered.

"Not really, it was just really random."

"Hmm... Maybe he's just a pervert." Me of all people to be using such a label, I laughed to myself. "And don't take this in a wrong way, but you are quite attractive." 

"You're just saying that to be nice," she replied. She seemed very interested in what I had to say about her. "I mean I wish I was taller and weighed less."

Typical female insecurities I thought to myself. A far cry from the silly insecurities I might have. Compliments on her appearance were surely in order. "Are you kidding me? You have the perfect height. Not too tall. Not too short. And for the life of me I can't see why you would think you need to lose weight."

"Yeah, except for my fat ass," she replied half annoyed by a feature that was superb in my eyes.

"It's not fat. Fat is for obese people and you are not obese. Besides its perfect; a very nice shape really. Most guys like an ass that's slightly bigger yet nice and firm like yours." After I said that I immediately felt embarrassed that I could go on and on about my stepsisters ass right in front of her.

She appeared very delighted to hear my kind albeit creepy words. "Yeah I guess you're right. Slightly bigger is better. A lot of guys stare at it though, and it can get kind of annoying."

I quickly realized I had been staring at it, at least the curves of her hips from the view I had. I said, "Yeah, so then at least now you can realize you are pretty just the way you are." I felt as though I was going too far but she seemed to enjoy hearing what I had to say about her good looks.

"Thanks," she replied now beaming with confidence. She glanced down at her breasts and said, "Well at least with my boobs I'm glad they are big." I had to assume that was my green light to compliment her wonderful breasts.

"Yes, I would say you were blessed in that department as well. I mean it's not even that there so big, but also that they're nice and perky and stick up rather than sag."

"Yep, true. I'm not even wearing a bra and they look fabulous," she replied enthusiastically. "My nipples sometimes stick out too far though."

"Nope, they're perfect in every way. If you had to ask; I would have to say you have the most perfect body I've ever seen. Even better than that is you have a very beautiful face." Surely I was taking this too far.

"Wow that's nice of you," she smiled.

"And a fantastic smile." I laughed.

She laughed too, "Thanks."

"So now I ask you, would you really want to change a thing?"

"I guess not. Would you change anything about you?

I was afraid she would return with that question. "Yeah, probably."

"Like what?" she asked maintaining her chipper attitude.

"I guess it wouldn't kill me to shed a few pounds."

"Maybe just a few, it's not like you are overweight or anything."

"Wow thanks," I replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I mean seriously you don't need to lose any weight really."

"It's okay; at my age you start gaining a few pounds each year. It's starting to piss me off."

She laughed, "Ha ha, old man."

"Shut up," I playfully said.

"So what else would you change?" she asked.

"I don't know umm... since you ask...," I paused, "a few extra inches wouldn't kill me."

"You're tall already. Why would you want more inches?"

I knew she knew what I was talking about. The brat. As a matter of fact I knew she was aiming to get me to say that all along. "You know what I mean."

"What?" she asked then immediately started laughing. "You wish your dick was bigger?"

I felt a bit humiliated yet even more aroused. "I don't know, I guess," I somberly replied.

"You really think it's small?" she asked trying to regain her composure.

I never really said it was small, but I guess it was fair of her to call it that after what I had said. "It's not small. I mean I just said a few inches wouldn't kill me."

She still had quite the ornery smirk about her face. "If it's not small then why would you need more inches?" she asked.

"God, you are being mean," I replied slightly agitated.

She laughed, "It's just a question. Don't get all mad."

"Fine. It's somewhat small by comparison," I replied defeated.

"Well yeah, it's definitely small compared to the one I saw. But then again I haven't really seen yours, so maybe I'm wrong."

She was being cruel yet keeping about a sense of playfulness which in turn kept me rolling with the punches. For some reason I was particularly enjoying her blunt comments about my diminutive size. So I decided to let her keep it up. For that matter, I decided I would make it easier and more enjoyable for her to make fun.

"Well then so you don't know for a fact if it's small."

"Umm I'm pretty sure five is on the small side, IF it's even five inches long," she smiled wickedly.

"It is. I wouldn't lie about it."

She laughed, "You're right, if you lied you would at least say it was six inches."

"That's stupid," I replied at a loss for words.

"So, just admit it's small. It's not the end of the world." 

"No."

I sensed she felt somewhat challenged to be right and for me to be wrong. "Come on, admit you have a little pee pee," she laughed.

"What?" I replied somewhat angrily to the insult. But honestly I wasn't mad nor did I mind.

She laughed harder. "It's so funny how you get so mad. It's okay it's not your fault you were born with a tiny little dick."

"Tiny!?" I almost yelled. "It's not small anymore? Now it's TINY??" 

The more I acted upset the more she enjoyed herself. "Oh stop being so dramatic. Your secret is safe with me. I'll never tell anyone about your umm... shortcomings," she laughed.

"Oh my God it's not fucking tiny! You can call it small but it's not fucking tiny!"

"Aha!" she blurted out, "so you do admit it's small?"

"Yes, fine it's slightly smaller than average."

"Nooooo... don't sugarcoat it. You have a small penis. Admit it."

"Fine, if it will make you quit. I have a small penis."

Her smile grew as a result of her newly found power over me. "Thank you. Now that wasn't so hard was it?" -

It certainly was hard at this point. I was pressing it down with my forearm so it wasn't so noticeable that I was trying to conceal something. She finally stopped pacing and laughing at me and sat at the opposite edge of the couch. 

She was calming down. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I mean it was just funny how you reacted to all that."

"It's okay. I'm not mad."

"Good. So how come you have your arm on your lap like that?" she asked. She sat to my right. Her left leg swung up on the couch. She wrapped her arms around her folded leg and awaited my reply. The view was of course spectacular. Her tight shorts were nested up close and personal with the mound around her vagina. A slight camel toe was accompanied by an ass cheek almost falling out of her shorts.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Take your hand off of your lap," she instructed me.

"Why?" I asked a bit panicked that if I did my erection would pop up slightly.

"Why can't you?" she asked.

I figured she knew what I was hiding and if she was okay with openly knowing I had a boner then who was I to argue with the beautiful woman.

"Fine," I replied and extended my arms around the couch. As I did my penis pressed the fabric of my boxers upward a few inches.

After a quick two second review of my situation she asked me point blank, "Is it hard?" 

"Um... I guess it is a little bit."

"Why?"

Her questioning was straight to the point and very intimidating. I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't want to tell her that the ridicule of my small penis was giving me an erection nor that staring at her plump pussy lips strangled by the hems of her shorts was making my dick ache with sexual desire. Saying such things could cross that invisible line that more or less seemed to be disappearing more and more by the minute. What could I say?

"I don't know, maybe it was trying to stand up for itself," I laughed hoping the answer was sufficient.

She laughed, "You mean it was trying to be bigger?"

"Yeah I guess you could say that." That was hardly the case. But it seemed to be a convenient answer at the time. 

"Really? Because I called it small, it was trying to prove it was bigger?"

You know damn good and well why it's hard I wanted to say. "Yeah I guess sometimes it has a mind of its own." At least this way we could go on pretending this sort of behavior was perfectly acceptable between us. And if that's how she wanted it then so be it. I was absolutely enjoying every minute of these silly games.

"That's funny," she laughed, "But maybe you should tell him he stopped growing a long time ago."

"Back at it, I see," I laughed begrudgingly.

"Do you ever talk to it?" she asked.

"Umm... No," I laughed.

"I think if I had one I would talk to it and give it a name," she laughed.

"Well thank goodness you don't have one," I laughed.

"Yep... so you never thought about giving it a name?" she asked.

"No, not really," I replied, "and before you continue; No, you may not name it."

She laughed louder, "How'd you guess? Come on let me name it. It'll be fun."

It would. But I had to at least act objectionably. "Fun for whom?" I was actually excited by the idea of her naming it, even if she was about to give it some inferior type pet name. It almost gave her ownership of it. At least in some fucked up way of my thinking.

"Come on... Please," she whimpered.

"Fine. But only if I get to name your breasts."

"Deal!" She obviously wasn't too concerned with me giving her spectacular tits any bad name. "Hmm... what can we call it from now on?"

"I'm sure you can think of something nice, hint hint."

"Of course it will be a nice name. I'll have to think about it for a while. Are you really going to give my perfect 'breasteses' names?"

"Yeah, um... How about um... 'The Supple One' for your left and 'The Sultry One' for your right," I laughed a bit embarrassed at how childish it was.

She laughed, "Dork. Not bad though."

"So are you going to return the favor and give him a nice name?" I asked.

"Worried much?" she laughed. "How about 'the little engine that could?"

"Ha ha," I sarcastically laughed. At least she suggested that it could, I happily thought to myself.

She was very much enjoying herself. "How about 'Tiny Tim?" She burst out laughing.

"How about no," I replied sternly.

"This is too much fun," she laughed. "How about 'The big bad wolf?"

"Sure."

"Ha, no. Thought you might like that one. But you know that's not quite accurate," she smiled and watched me place my arm back over my erection. "The little baby that wanted to hide."

"Hell no," I objected.

"Then don't be hiding it," she said. I returned my arm to the rest. It of course made a swift jerk back upward straining to break free of the fabric confining it. "See, it's trying to act like it's bigger than it really is," she laughed.

No it's contemplating the prospect of fucking your sweet virgin pussy, I thought to myself. "Whatever," was all I dared reply though.

"So when you measured it earlier, how did you make it hard?" she asked.

"I don't know, just rubbing it I guess."

"Gross," she laughed. "So how do you make it soft again?" She caught herself asking a stupid question. "Never mind, I can only imagine what you do to that little thing."

"Must you always call it little?" I asked.

"Sorry. Small," she laughed, "Better?

"Forget I asked," I laughed doing my best to act agitated at the same time.

"Don't worry. Maybe it will want to grow bigger if I keep calling it small."

"Yeah, yeah," you're so funny.

She laughed. "Small, small, small, small, small, tiny, teeny weenie, itty bitty, little pee pee."

"Again?" I asked annoyed.

"I keep seeing it move up," she replied, "I swear it wants to be bigger."

Yeah it was moving upward with every beat of my heart it was so fucking hard. "If you say so. How's the umm sultry one doing?" I asked attempting to change the subject.

"Perfect as always," she replied. "How's the unfortunate one doing?" she asked, amused by her clever comebacks. 

"Sad," I laughed.

She continued to laugh as she made casual glances towards where it lie beneath my boxers. "Sad? That's funny. How about I call it the 'Sad Little Guy?"

I growled lightly in contempt of her suggestion. "No, call it something nice for the love of God!"

"So sensitive," she laughed. "The sad little pee pee that cries all the time."

It seemed she would never tire of ridiculing my dick. I rather enjoyed it. Fuck, this was the best day of my life and it's not even half over. "Oh yeah well, your boobs are small." Lame. But I figured I might get an interesting response.

"Sure, is that why you called them... what... the sultry and I don't remember. Because you think they are small?"

"Um..." I paused not having a good comeback handy.

"Thought so. Besides, I'm pretty sure that D-cups aren't small," she said a-matter-of-factly.

I truly didn't believe she had D-cups but what did I really know about women's breasts. I pictured them in my mind. I had after all seen them very naked not so long ago. They were more than just a handful, but I always thought of D-cups as fake tittie big or fat girl big. I decided to tease her more even though I knew it wouldn't work. "Whatever you say."

"Nice try. Fine I'll bet you my boobs are above average..."

I cut her off, "Forget it, they're not small. You win.

She gave a smug smile, "Thank you very much."

"Speaking of... Are you're uh... nipples feeling better." To ask such a question and for it to be such a perfectly okay thing to ask was one of the great perks of our very open and casual discussions.

"Oh, yeah, I'll survive. Though, now that you remind me, I need to apply more burn lotion before I forget."

"Yeah, couldn't hurt," I replied praying she would keep her shirt off for a while.

"Be right back," she stood up and skipped toward the kitchen for her third drink before making her way to the bathroom.

A few minutes later she yelled at me from her bedroom. "Hey, do you have a shirt I can borrow? I don't want the lotion to ruin any of my shirts."

Upon quickly thinking things through, "No, I don't. You can't be ruining my shirts either." Brilliant. I patted myself on the back.

I heard her mumble something unintelligible. Moments later she was walking by me to return to her seat on the couch; topless with shiny nipples and all. 

"Hope you don't mind but I need to let the lotion for a few minutes before I cover up."

What. Did she think I would say this is unacceptable for me to be forced to take casual glances at her lavish tits? Next time I'll apply slobber as an alternative ointment if you so desire.

I was caught up in my thoughts before I realized I was blatantly staring at her newly uncovered flesh and nothing else. "Umm... It's not like you've never seen them before." She smirked.

"Yeah, they're not small," I laughed lightly.

Her well defined nipples were pinkish brown and very pointed. "Yep, some things are better in bigger sizes don't you agree?" she smirked once again glowing with confidence. "I mean if you had to pick between these and um an A-cup, which ones are better?"

"I'd say yours are better. But an A-cup could still be some fun."

"Some fun. But not a lot of fun," she replied.''

I loved the conversation once again and felt compelled to keep it lively. "True, I'm sure some lucky guy will have lots of fun with yours. They are after all perfect," I smiled.

"Want to see something really cool?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied never knowing what to expect.

"Okay you might think this is weird, but anyways I think it's nice." She proceeded to lift up her left breast (I had forgotten the dumb name I had given it by this time) and point out a dark freckle on the underside. It was shaped somewhat like a heart.

Of course I was thoroughly impressed with any part of her body she wanted to show me up close and personal. And compliments seemed to keep her very happy and flirtatious. "Wow that's incredible for it to be shaped like a heart and pretty much right next to your heart."

She seemed thrilled that I saw it exactly as she hoped I would. "Yep, I like it," she smiled.

Maybe you have a freckle between your legs you want to show me, I thought to myself. "It's very unique. I like it."

"Thanks," she replied proudly. "Wow, you're the first person I ever showed that to."

"Cool," I replied not really knowing what to say. But I figured more praise of her undying beauty wouldn't cause any harm. "So yeah that pretty much seals the deal. Best boobs of the year," I laughed lightly.

"See. So next time don't try and make fun of them."

"Never again," I replied. I instinctively adjusted my hard on for better comfort before realizing I did it right in front of her eyes.

"I see our sad little friend is still trying to grow bigger."

Our? Was she officially taking part ownership now? By all means it's yours, I thought to myself. "No, I think he's starting to realize he's done growing." I was slightly embarrassed and hoped she was not feeling uneasy about it not going away.

"If I tell him he made me proud with how big he got, do you think it will stop trying to prove itself?" she asked in a somewhat serious tone.

"Yeah I think so." I wanted it to go away just to have a slight break and maybe some clarity of thought. But that seemed unlikely to happen.

"Okay don't get mad, but that just made me wonder. How small is it when it's not trying to be big?"

"I don't know. I mean it won't be poking up anymore. But I couldn't tell you exactly."

"Sorry. I know I'm being too personal. I just guess I have a lot to learn about those things."

"It's okay. I don't mind so much. I'd say just ask whatever, but you're already doing that," I laughed.

"So, like right now it's hard. And most of the time it's smaller. So, I don't know. I'm just curious how much it grows."

"Um.. I guess for everyone it's probably different. If I had to guess I would say maybe it grows two or three inches," I replied.

"That's crazy. I mean you said for everyone it's different."

"Well to be honest, I think the majority of guys have very similar penises in size and shape and all that."

"Not really. I mean if you are at the smaller end and Nick is at the bigger end then there's quite a bit of difference."

"Yes, but what I'm saying is in most cases they are all going to be pretty close to the same size."

"So you're saying not very many people have very big ones or very small ones."




Obsession of the Stepsister Ch. 02



"Exactly."

"Okay. I see. But some do," she smiled.

"Yes, just like some women have small breasts and some women have big breasts."

"Yep."

"Anyways. Most people really don't care that much about the size."

"But some do," she laughed.

"Why? Do you think you do?" I asked.

"I don't know. I mean maybe I do. I think I want to see Nick's again."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"Well because when I first saw it I wasn't expecting it. So I didn't really want to see it. But now I'm just curious to see it again."

"Well I'm sure he'd be happy to show it to you but I mean seriously the guy sounds like a lowlife." I wanted to use harsher words but decided against it.

"Yeah, I know. I don't want to see him anymore. He was boring and stupid. I just thought he was cute at the time."

"I see," I replied once again at a loss for words. 

"But, yeah. I still want to see it again. I mean just because now it seems like I might not see one like his again."

"Just admit it," I said.

"Admit what?"

"Admit it. You like big dicks," I laughed.

"Oh my God, shut up," she replied. "I don't know what I like. Besides his would hurt too much. I'm sure."

"So then you like small dicks," I laughed.

She was quick to correct me. "If anything I will probably like average ones. Or who knows maybe I won't like them at all."

"I highly doubt that."

"What? Why do you say that?" she replied a bit annoyed at me by now.

"Well I mean you seem to already have a big interest in them. Pardon the pun," I laughed.

She didn't. "Screw you," she replied. She was visibly angry at my crude comment.

I was screwing up for sure. Last thing I wanted was for her to be upset. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way. I just don't want to see you getting back together with that asshole."

That seemed to relieve her somewhat. Likely because I was showing a concern for her. "I already told you I wasn't going to. Forget it. I'm not going to be talking to you like this anymore.

Fuck. "It's fine. I didn't mean to make fun of you. Besides there is nothing wrong with an attractive 20 year old curious about sex."

"Well then don't say that stupid crap no more."

"I won't. I promise." I sensed that things might return to normal. If you could call it normal. I decided to dig my own grave with my next comment. At least it would justify her questions and hopefully make the mood light once again. "I mean I can't blame you for being curious if the first dick you saw was big and then you came to find out I had a much smaller one."

She took the bait, "Yep, it's your little dick that's got me wondering so much," she laughed. "But I still want to see it again."

"Why don't you just text him something about how it's over but you might give him consideration in the future if he sends you a picture of his dick."

"I can't believe you would think that up," she smiled, "but it's not a bad idea."

"Yeah, I'm sure he likes to show it off anyways. Just make sure to tell him you need time away. I mean take charge. You're the sexy virgin with the perfect ass any guy would want. Use it to your advantage."

"Okay," she paused to finish her third wine cooler. "So what should I say?"

"Just say 'hey it's not going to work out, send me a picture, in case I ever want to change my mind."

"This is so stupid," she replied.

"It's not so bad because this way you won't actually be asking for it specifically. You can always reply that you just wanted a picture of him to store under his number."

"Wow, you really think things through. Okay, I'm going to do it, but I'm going to kill you if he says anything mean to me."

"You got a better idea?" I asked.

"Alright, let me go grab my phone."

Wearing nothing but tight blue shorts, she passed by me to grab the last drink and her cell phone. This wasn't exactly what I was hoping for. Her seeking out a picture of some well hung prick. But a small price to pay to keep her happy and forthcoming about anything and everything sexual in nature.

She returned moments later staring at her phone as she flopped down on the couch, causing her tits to bounce in unison. Sixty seconds later, she said, "Okay, sent. I can't believe I did that." She took a big gulp of her drink. 

"Cool, you can finally put your curiosity at ease," I offered.

"So I guess your little friend is giving up?" she asked.

I hadn't noticed until then that my erection finally went away. With my privates now resting between my legs there was no bulge at all. "Yeah, I guess so." Somewhat relieved I wouldn't be having a hard on while she examined a pic that might shame me even further. And somewhat disappointed I didn't have at least something to show for myself.

"What kind of picture do you want? He asked," she said.

"Just tell him dick pics. I'm sure he wants to hear you say it."

"Ugh... I don't want to say that." Before I could offer an alternative she said, "Fine." She was after all on a mission, not me. She was going to have to give in a little. "You made me type pics, as in plural."

"Oh... okay, whatever." It was a bit awkward at the moment. Ten minutes ago my dick was getting all of her attention. Now it was someone else's. A few more awkward minutes passed as she fumbled with her phone in silence. I of course sat and admired her body as discreetly as I could. Her phone finally buzzed.

"Oh my God, I think he sent it. There's a picture icon. I'm clicking it."

"Okay."

A few seconds passed. "Yeah, he's got a pretty big dick," she turned to me and smiled, "want to see it?"

"Hell no," I replied.

She turned the phone in my direction and I immediately turned away. She then climbed over to my side of the couch to try and reach around and force me to look at it. I closed my eyes and crossed my arms. I could feel her legs touching mine as she sat next to me but facing the backrest of the couch. I glanced at her tits from the slits of my eyes. They were so close I wanted to flick my tongue out at her hard nipples. She put her had on my right eye, gently trying to force it open. "Just look at it for a second."

"No way," replied turning my head around again. She put her right knee over my lap and reached over once again.

"I'm not going to think you're gay or whatever you're thinking," she offered. Her naked tits were inches away from my face. I decided to turn back to my right and purposefully brush up against them. I felt one nipple after the other quickly drag over my closed lips. I somehow managed to keep my mouth closed. Thereafter she got up from my lap and yelled, "Hey!"

I opened my eyes and quickly said, "Sorry." 

"Look what you did to my nipple!" she exclaimed.

I glanced back down to where she was holding the phone next to her bare breasts. She got me. I saw his cock. He was squeezing the base of his erection. It extended well past his grip where I briefly made out the enlarged cockhead before I turned away, embarrassed.

She laughed as I did so. "I told you it was big."

"I never said I didn't believe you," I pleaded.

She turned the screen towards herself and looked at it a few more seconds. "I mean that's not average at all is it? Because if it is, then you're really screwed," she laughed.

"Okay I get it. Now put it away."

Her phone buzzed again. A few moments later she said, "He put it next to a ruler, he must have read my mind," she laughed.

"Good for him. If you put the phone in my face again I'm going to smash it."

"Someone's bitchy," she laughed. She further examined the photo on her smart phone. "Want to know how big it is?" 

"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me," I replied, though I was secretly curious.

"Let's see here. Let's go to the bottom. One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Five.. Nope it didn't stop at five.." she just couldn't help herself," there's six.. hmm.. seven.. eight.. Wow, it's eight inches long."

"Good for him," I replied.

"Aww... are you jealous?" she asked with a bit of concern I'm sure wasn't sincere.

"No, I don't care."

"Hmm," she replied returning her attention to her phone. "I think I like the way his looks. Is that how yours looks? I mean is it like just a bigger version of yours?"

She wasn't going to let up anytime soon. "Yeah, something like that."

"Why are you mad?" she asked.

"I'm not," I decided I better get back to the happy go lucky me quickly, "so is it like you remembered?"

"Umm... I guess so. I think it looked bigger in person. So how long is yours again?"

"It's about five inches or so."

"Why do you say about?" she asked hinting at something.

"I don't know. It's about five inches." So maybe I rounded up. Does she really have to know at this point?

"So, it's almost five inches you mean," she smiled knowing she was about to get it out of me.

"Yes. Yes, fine. It's almost five inches."

She laughed, "Cheater!"

"Whatever," I replied defeated once again. "I'm like barely an inch less than average. It's not a big deal."

I realized my mistake as soon as I said it. She laughed, "You said it. It's not a big deal at all."

"You're so childish," I replied.

"I could say the same thing about you," she was on a roll now and having quite a good laugh at my expense. The phone buzzed again. "Oh, goodie. Another pic."

"Are you kidding me. Now what?" I asked.

"Why do you want to see it?" she smiled.

"No way."

"Hmm... Let's see... wow, he's pretty damn proud of himself. He wrapped that measuring tape around his dick. It's at um... the first little mark before the six."

"Tell him to quit already."

"You're the one that told me to ask him for dick pics," she laughed.

"Yeah so you could get over it already."

"Get over what?" she asked.

"Seeing his dick," I replied bluntly.

"Oh yeah," she laughed. "I think I like looking at dicks, they're so interesting."

"Well that's probably because you've never seen them before."

"True."

"But just don't think they all look like that."

"I know. I know. Would it be crazy if I wanted to see some other ones?" she asked.

I sensed I needed to reassure her that she was acting perfectly normal. "I guess not. I mean I wouldn't say no to checking out different breasts."

"Okay so let me see yours," she laughed.

"Um..." I somehow should have seen this coming but didn't.

"Better yet I want to see you measure it. So I know you're not cheating this time," she smiled. She was likely happy that she justified a reason for me to have to show my penis to her.

"Um... well now's um... not a good time."

She glanced down, "Oh... No, that's fine I want to see it soft. I've never seen one soft before."

"Yeah but it's not going to look um..."

"Big?" she laughed. "Don't worry I promise I won't say anything mean," she pleaded.

"Uh..." I hesitated. "Right now?"

"Yes, silly. Come on, you've seen my boobs. It's only fair."

"Good point," I laughed lightly.

"Well then..." she motioned for me to stand up.

I stood up and surely look terrified. "Are you sure?"

"Yep," she smiled in anticipation. "Let me see it."

I finally just closed my eyes and let my boxers fall to the floor. It was feeling especially cold in the room all of the sudden. I heard her take in a breath of air. "Wow, it's so small," was all she said. I looked down and saw the very flaccid state of my retracted penis. The head pointed forward past the inch or two of wrinkled skin behind it. I had at least recently trimmed all of my pubic hair, so it did look neat and clean. "It's cute," she said trying her best to offer a compliment. "Why is it all scrunched up?"

"Um... that's just how it looks when it's soft."

"Oh I guess I kind of thought it would look different. I mean I never thought it would be that much smaller than his."

I had to admit it was a polar opposite of what she had just looked at. "So can I put my clothes back on?" I asked.

"No, not yet. I want you to measure it again and this time no cheating."

"Well it's not going to be the same now. I mean it's not hard right now."

"Okay then measure it now and if it tries to be bigger later then you can measure it then as well."

She had certainly taken charge. I sure wished I could tell her to remove her shorts and let me examine her pussy for the fun of it. "Seriously?" I asked.

"Sure. Why not? It's not like you've got anything to hide from me now," she smiled.

I shrugged, "Fine. I hope you are finding this educational."

"Oh. I definitely am," she smiled. "I'll be right back." She jumped up to retrieve the sewing tape she had had me use earlier. Ten seconds later she returned and handed it to me before sitting back down. "Okay do both long ways and then all the way around it."

"Ugh... Okay," I replied while unraveling a bit of the slim yellow tape. I placed the metal edge at the base of my flaccid penis while Rochelle stood up to take a better vantage point. We made eye contact momentarily before fixing our gaze upon the subject in hand. I held the tape with my thumb and extended it over my head with the help of my two forefingers. She bent over slightly to take a good look. Apparently she would be the one verifying the dimensions.

"Hmm... Okay, hold it there," she instructed. She had a slight bit of trouble remembering just how the dashes between the numbers worked. But a few moments later she was reading it aloud for me, "Two and three-quarters."

I had to make sure for myself and she was pretty much right on the dot. Then she interjected my approval, "Wait your pushing it in."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Though I knew she was referring to the fact that I was pressing the tape towards my pelvis.

"Yeah... That's cheating. Put it at the start and don't push it in."

"Fine, fine." I let up slightly. I could hardly see the point of what a quarter inch mattered in terms of a flaccid dick.

She began to inspect the results again but the combination of her tits hanging below me and just the general knowledge of a woman being up close and personal with my cock caused the blood flow to slowly return. "Three inches... wait... Three and a quarter," she paused, "Trying to make it bigger I see."

I wasn't trying at all. Her naivety was at some points ridiculous. Big tits on hot chicks make dicks hard; I wanted to say in a Neanderthal sort of way. 

"Now stop it and make it go back," she said.

"I'll try, but I think once it starts to get hard it going to stay hard for a while."

"Okay fine. We need to measure it when it's hard anyways," she replied.

Rochelle reached for her drink on the coffee table and finished it. She sat on the couch and fumbled with her phone. It looked like she was texting. 

"Okay, so what now what are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh... um... He sent a message saying we didn't have to go all the way. And that we could just do what I wanted to do. And blah, blah.

"So what are you saying?"

"I asked him when the last time he had sex was."

"Hmm... I bet he lies whatever he says," I replied.

"I bet it's been a while. He seems really horny," she laughed.

"Be careful not to lead him on." I was beginning to feel very out of place standing with only a shirt on in the middle of the room so I pulled up my boxers and sat back in my place. Rochelle didn't seem to mind.

"Oh, I won't. I already told him I don't like him that way." 

"Hmm..." I shrugged.

"He said, it's been a while. Then he said, we could always try things out no strings attached." She started typing again.

"Now what are you saying?" I asked trying my best not to act interested but failing miserably.

"None of your business," she laughed.

"What? No secrets, remember," I said. I don't believe we ever made that pact but she seemed to go along with it.

"Fine. I asked him why his dick was so big and hard," she laughed.

"Ugh..." I didn't like the conversation but at the same time I found it very erotic. I decided just to play along indifferently in order to keep her disclosing such things to me. "So what'd he say?"

"Hold on," she paused then giggled, "he said thinking about me always makes him hard."

"Hmm..." I shrugged.

"He wants me to call him," she said.

"What for?" I stupidly asked.

"I don't know," she replied just seconds before some silly pop song started playing as her ringtone. She looked at me for a second as if I had a chance to help her decide whether or not to answer it. Before I could think of something to say she answered, "Hello?"

She made no effort to excuse herself for privacy so I began to eavesdrop on her conversation. There was small talk and giggling followed by her questionable attempts at sexual innuendo. Then I heard her say, "You know. I don't even know why you are trying. That thing is too big for my taste."

I continued to listen to her side of the conversation. "What makes you think so?" she asked.

"Well no, I haven't really tried that before," she said. I wondered if he knew she was still a virgin.

"Keep dreaming, big boy," she laughed.

"Yes, it's the biggest one I've ever seen," she stated.

"Well because I was just curious is all."

"I bet you would," she laughed.

"I'll think about it."

"Stop begging, I said I'll think about it."

The conversation continued on for about ten minutes. I gathered that he was pressuring her for some sort of picture, likely a provocative one. I did mostly nothing but take long stares at her tits and legs while wishing I could satisfy my throbbing erection. They continued on about each other's sexual histories. Rochelle had her defense up and didn't really let on to much about her whereas she found out plenty about him I'm sure. She ended by making it known she held all the cards and she would still think about giving him another chance.

When she finally got off the phone, she smiled and said, "Damn, I'm all out." She pointed at her empty bottle. It was likely our parents had alcohol stowed away somewhere in the house but I didn't want her to get too drunk.

"Slow down, maybe I'll get you some more later."

She looked a bit agitated that I didn't want to just jump up and do for exactly as she wished. Even though she didn't outright ask me to get her some, it was more or less understood. "I'm cold." She stood up and went to her room. She returned wearing a white tank top. Like that would warm her up. I thought she might be in some way punishing me for not taking care of her needs and wants.

She sat down and looked deep in thought.

I broke the ice, "So he wants a picture huh?"

"Yeah, but I guess people don't always get what they want, right?" she said begrudgingly.

"I'll get you some later, it's barely past noon," I said.

She glanced over at my lap and said in a very harsh tone, "Put your pants on. I'm tired of seeing that little thing."

That stung. She was becoming a royal bitch. I stood up pushed down at my aching hard on and walked to the kitchen to search the cupboards. She was watching me. "I'm pretty sure your pants are not up there," she yelled. I didn't reply. After a few minutes I found the stash in the short cupboards out of Rochelle's reach. There were quite a few bottles. I reached for the quarter full bottle of vodka. As soon as she saw what I had in my hand she ran towards me with an overly excited grin. 

She jumped on me. Wrapping her arms around my neck and then after I reestablished my balance she made another jump up with her legs wrapping around me. I caught one leg under her knee which allowed me to hold her up temporarily. I still had the bottle in my other hand. She screamed affectionately, "You found some, Yay!" My erection was smashed up against her body. By the heat it felt I imagined it was resting very near her hot pussy. She no doubt had to have known and had to have felt it. The feeling was so intense I almost came. A second later she removed her arms and stood back. "Goodie, now fix me a drink."




Obsession of the Stepsister Ch. 02



I thought about making it sweet but decided if she really wanted a drink so bad then she could have it straight up. So I put it on ice and returned to the living room where she was now lying down, taking up the whole couch. She was once again fiddling with her phone. She took the glass and motioned for me to sit near her feet. I did so and she rested her feet just above my knees. 

Despite my size it was still poking up just enough to be noticeable. Sitting down, although, did nothing to enhance its conspicuousness. I was able to take casual glances up between her legs given my position. I noticed a damp spot. She was wet. How interesting. I wondered how long she had been that way, and what exactly might have caused it.

She seemed uninterested in conversation for the time being and continued to play with her phone. I wondered if she was texting him again, but decided not to ask. Moments later she crossed her legs which caused the heel of her foot to rest right next to my balls. That could have been painful but instead turned out to cause me to feel overwhelmingly aroused. She uncrossed her legs but left her left foot next to my groin. Her right foot was above my knee. She began rocking her left foot back and forth. It started slowly but the motion became so much that it was making temporary contact with my hard on. She acted oblivious. Consumed with nursing her drink and texting whoever. As time passed her underside of her bare foot was becoming more and more focused with causing friction against my cock head. I closed my eyes and made slight up and down motions with my pelvis to further enhance the sensation. 

She then used her foot to press my cock towards my belly. I felt her toes forcefully tracing the underside of my dick. My dick couldn't hold out any longer and I began to start shooting cum all over my boxers and below my belly button. Rochelle was still acting like she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing.

I think her toes felt the dampness, because thereafter she crossed her legs over my lap again. Was she seriously going to pretend like she didn't just do that? I couldn't care. I was feeling quite satisfied and was trying to catch my breath before my thoughts.

Minutes passed. My erection was no more. My boxers were a mess. I wanted to say something. But what? I didn't want things to get weird. Maybe she didn't want to come to terms with the fact that she just more or less jacked me off with her foot. So she was playing dumb. She finally broke my wandering thoughts when she stated, "Why'd you stop?"

"Stop what?"

"Keep going. That was a weak massage."

Clever girl, she was going to act like she thought my dick was my hand or finger or something. Of course I was going to play along. Who knew what else she might think up later? I placed my hand in my lap next to her foot and caressed the underside with my front two fingers. She sighed with approval. I then placed my other hand on top and squeezed gently. 

At least for a while I could catch my breath while trying to take it all in. What an unbelievably wild day that just seemed to get better and better.

To be continued...

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