17 comments/ 72875 views/ 49 favorites A Family United Pt. 01 By: DestinysChild All characters in this saga are fictional and a figment of my wicked imagination. Any resemblance of any character in this tale to an actual human, living or dead, is not intended and happened by pure chance. All characters in the story are over the age of eighteen. No portion of this composition may be reproduced, altered, copied, or published else where, in part or in entirety, without the expressed written permission and consent of the author. Part One - Charlene. A brief background and prologue. My mom left my no account, deadbeat dad when I was seven years old and strangely enough instead of moving closer to her own relatives in South Georgia, she moved our family to the tiny hamlet in north Georgia where my father's parents quietly lived. For the first couple of years after the separation, my dad traveled the 80 miles upstate to our new home once or twice a year to supposedly visit my sister (Destiny) and me. But when he visited, my dad always seemed to spend most of his time hanging around my mom and talking to her instead of doing things with Destiny and myself. Then, when it became clear that my mother fully intended to get a divorce and not reconcile the marriage, my dad vanished like a ghost. My mom had a set of alcoholic parents and a troubled youth, so she was quite young when she got pregnant and had to get married. She was only fifteen when she quit high school to have me. This meant that when she left my dad, my mother was twenty-three and had no education or marketable skills of any kind. She knew how to be a housewife, a mother, and that was pretty much it. So times were pretty lean at first as she flitted from job to job trying to find her calling. But after a few years, Mom finally landed a permanent job, and enrolled at the local technical school. She earned her G.E.D. and then trained to be a beautician. Things were better after mom started cutting hair, but times were still pretty lean. For nine years Destiny, Mom and I lived together in tiny apartments and cramped houses, struggling to survive on the meager amount of money that Mom managed to bring home. Then in the summer of my seventeenth year, mother met an incredible man named Ray that she married a little over a year later. Ray work as a foreman in a carpet factory near our undersized apartment, but he lived on a farm way out in the country with his two daughters and his mother. And I'll admit that Destiny and I weren't really enthused with the idea of moving to the boondocks because it meant leaving all of our friends and the convenience of living in the city. The quiet of the country was hard for us to take and the solitude of having our nearest neighbor living a mile away really messed with our heads at first. I was also less than enthused when Mom and Ray decided to get married on the weekend of my birthday, so instead of having a party or going out with my friends like I wanted, I celebrated turning eighteen by spending three days loading our belongs into the back of an old pickup truck and moving them out to Ray's huge, ancient farmhouse. I will also admit that it took a bit of adjustment to start living with another family, especially one that including two beautiful, slightly older women as my stepsisters. But I tried the best I could to settle into the lifestyle of getting up before dawn to do chores and going to bed soon after sunset. The only highlight of those early days on the farm that I can remember was the thrill of getting to watch my new stepsisters rushing around each morning in their panties and tee shirts as we all competed for time in the farmhouse's solitary bathroom. Now Mom and Ray had sat me down before we all moved in together and explained how Debra and Charlene were my new sisters. They'd carried on endlessly about how we were all one big, happy family now and that I should think of my new stepsisters as relatives and in the same way that I did my Mom and Destiny. But the simple truth was that they weren't real relatives or family and I knew it. They were very attractive young women and it was impossible for me not to notice their untethered breasts bobbling around under their shirts, their round asses swaying deliciously as they scurried through the house each morning, or the tantalizing womanly lobes that could easily be seen unmistakably etched in the crotch of their snug work pants as we did our daily chores. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to think of Debra and Charlene in the same way I did my sister or mother. Debra was twenty-three and wore her dark brown hair cut short. While Charlene was twenty-one, and let her golden blonde mane grow in long locks that hung down on her back when not tethered up in a ponytail. They were both beautiful, very desirable women, and it was easy to tell that they were sisters by the similarity of their faces, pale smooth skin, small perfect breasts, and incredible tight, round rear ends. Debra and Charlene were definitely sisters, but I was sure as hell aware of the fact that they weren't my sisters. The three of us had been living on the farm with Ray's family for four months and had settled as best we could into the routine of farm life. My sister and I had started attending our new high school with great success. Destiny won a spot on the varsity cheerleading squad and I made the varsity football team as a linebacker. Having come from the city school system, we were both greatly ahead of the learning levels of our county school classmates and there was no worry about our grades. So other than the unending monotony, the seemingly endless number of chores, and the sheer isolation of country life, things had gone fairly well. At our new home things were going less smoothly. My older stepsister, Debra, was civil toward the three of us, but there was always an odd tension in the air when she was around and a sense of being tolerated by her instead of being accepted. Luckily Debra's job at the bank and her fiancé kept her out of the house most of the time. My new grandmother turned out to be a total and complete bitch. She moved out of Ray's farmhouse the instant my family moved in and started living in the nearby cottage that had been originally built for her own mother to live in. But the fact that she was living in a different household didn't stop her from trying to run things in Ray's house. She'd come up each morning at the crack of dawn to tell my mother how she needed to cook and rant endlessly about how all aspects of the household needed to be done exactly as she'd done them. Ray's mother was continually referring to my mother, my sister, and myself as 'those people', even when we were in the same room. In return Destiny and I started calling Ray's mother 'The Empress" in private and were continually answering her never ending orders with a rebellious "Yes your majesty". To say that we all despised the old battleaxe with a passion would be a great understatement. My stepsister Charlene was obviously the least favorite of the Empress's six grandchildren and she seemed to delight in the way my family refused to bow down and worship her domineering grandmother. She was always hanging around with my mom and sister. Helping to cook meals and clean afterwards even though it wasn't one of her chores. Since Debra always seemed to be busy with other things away from the farm, Charlene and I shared the chore of feeding the livestock each morning. And we quickly became good friends while we trudged about the barn, doling out the hay and grain to the animals. She was very much my favorite person out of the group of news. Chapter One – Sunday. It was late September, the last humid gasps of summer before fall finally arrived. The seven of us had just returned from attending Sunday morning services at the backward rustic church that now seemed to dominate every social event in our lives and we were all slowly trudging our way across the gravel driveway, politely waiting on the Empress to gather up her shawl, bible, various other treasures, and crawl her ancient sixty year old ass out of Ray's van. Even though we had to go through the ordeal of getting up early and sprucing up for church, Sunday was my favorite day of the week because it was the only day that I wasn't expected to do any chores around the farm. Sunday was the day of rest and I was looking forward to a day of lazily doing nothing except perhaps a bit of fishing at the stock pond in the back pasture. But just as we reached the backdoor and were about to file into the old farm house, I heard the Empress softly announce, "Ray, don't forget that the Evan's invited us over for Sunday dinner today." I saw the slight pause in my step dad's step and guessed that this was the first time he'd been informed of the afternoon's dinner date from the almost inaudible sigh of resigned exacerbation that blew out of him as he pushed the backdoor open. But instead of saying anything about the short notice the Empress was giving everyone, my step dad obediently turned his head to answer with an "Okay Mother... Let me get me a drink of water and get out of this tie and we'll all head over there." Now being our closest neighbors, I knew that the Evans household consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Evans and their three rather ignorant, boorish sons. And I also knew from experience that Mr. Evans and his three boys thought it was great fun to unexpectedly flip a hand out to slap their friends and each other in the balls without warning. So the news that we were supposed to spend the afternoon with them didn't fill me with great enthusiasm. "I have homework that I need to finish." I turned and stated hopefully to my mom, "Would it be okay if I don't go visiting today?" Without a word my mother turned to look at Ray and waited. "Me too." Destiny chimed in, "I have an essay I need to polish up before I turn it in." "You know the rules. School comes before everything other than paying the almighty his due." My stepfather stated in a voice full of authority and waved his arm to grant me permission to escape into the safety of our old family farmhouse, "The Evan's will just have to wait until another day." Shuffling up the step behind us as she distractedly pulled at the vee neck of her dress and tried to modestly adjust it over the rolling acreage of her wrinkled, leathery chest, my new grandmother slowed as she heard Ray's words and I could see her eyes narrow menacingly as she fixed them on his back. "Well, that ain't any reason for all of us to be missing out on a perfectly good dinner with our friends is it? If the younguns have school work to do then Debra and Charlene can stay home and keep an eye on them until we get back." The old woman growled commandingly to make Ray and my mom exchanged a quick glance, but the two of them said nothing back as they pivoted their heads to watch the old woman turn and slowly start shuffling back toward the van. "It's ok Daddy." My youngest stepsister interjected, "Debra and me don't mind. We weren't really looking forward to spending the afternoon fighting those Evans boys off anyway." Giving a quick nod of approval and understanding to his daughters, my step dad hurried inside and true to his word, got himself a quick sip of water from the kitchen sink and pulled his tie off. Then the group of adults quickly piled back into his van and left down the driveway in a cloud of dust for their supper date at the neighbors. Running into the den before our parents were even out of the driveway, my two stepsisters rebelliously flipped on the radio to some loud rock music and began to joyously gyrate around in their Sunday dresses like they'd lost their minds. My younger sister, Destiny, happily joined in with the two celebrating older women and left me standing in the kitchen with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. I really wasn't one for loud music or dancing and I was trying really hard not to notice how both my stepsister's breasts were jiggling deliciously about or how their dresses were whirling up to show off glimpses of their incredible panty clad butts as they gyrated wildly around to the music. But my attempt to ignore everything wasn't really working that well and in a matter of minutes, I could feel my penis tingle to life and start swelling fat. Knowing how noticeable and hard to hide my dick became once it was erect, I decided to do the discreet thing and retire to the safety of my bedroom where I could fantasize about their shapely little bodies and stroke out a couple loads of cum without being disturbed. But as I slipped away through the dining room, I remembered the pitcher of iced tea that mom had made the day before and stopped at the refrigerator to take myself a quick, forbidden, swig straight from the pitcher. Just as I was raising the cool plastic decanter to my lips and about to take a long drink of its delicious contents, the door to the kitchen swung open and I had to hastily cover my actions by quickly shoving the tea back inside the fridge. Sashay into the dining room like a vision with the soft rustle of her legs brushing against the material of her pale blue sundress, my step-sister's green eyes seemed to light up as she fixed them on me and pushed the door to the kitchen closed behind her. Charlene was a true beauty with her honey blonde hair, green eyes, and her smooth tanned skin, and the two of us had grown to be rather chummy over the last four months while we did our chores together. And although I'd been told many times over the last few months that we were now just one big happy family, I was still having a difficult time trying not to notice what a beautiful woman she is. "I thought you had homework to do." She stated with a knowing smirk. Returning her smile because I knew my flimsy excuse had been found out, I just grinned and said, "Yeah... Well... That is what we call in the big city... a lie." Giggling with amusement, my stepsister casually walked over to the spot where Ray and my mom's wedding photo hung on the dining room wall and stared up at it. "I think your mom is so pretty." Charlene sighed softly to me as she gracefully turned and walked back to stand close in front of me with a very noticeable sway in her hips, "I wish I was pretty like her." "You... You are." I stammered back as the sweet smell of her perfume lingered around me. "No, I think she's a lot prettier than I am in the face." She confidently stated as she pirouetted around, "But I think I have a lot nicer butt, don't you?" I was stunned, shocked, and excited. I'd never known a girl to speak in such a way before, and certainly wasn't accustomed to Charlene following such a topic when we talked. So I sheepishly nodded my head to agree as my step-sister's emerald eyes gazed questioningly up at my blushing face. Smiling at me, Charlene reached a hand up to the neck of her sundress and pulled the material away from her chest and then shockingly stated as she peered down inside the bodice, "I think my boobs are a bigger and nicer than hers too. What do you think?" I didn't know whether I should shit or go blind and I definitely didn't have a clue how I was supposed to respond to my step-sister's outrageous question. Then, as I stood there trying to make up my mind what I should do, I realized that I was openly leering at my stepsister's bosom and trying to figure out what size her breasts actually were. "I... I... don't know." I stammered guiltily as I snapped my eyes up to her grinning face, "It's really hard to tell... I mean... I've never really thought about..." Apparently undisturbed by the way I had been hungrily eyeing her chest, Charlene moved closer until we were nearly standing face to face and then softly whispered, "I guess it is a bit hard to tell what size they are with my bra and dress covering everything up like they are." Pausing to nibble on her lower lip with her teeth, her eyes seemed to be searching mine for a moment, then she stretched her short body up to press her chest against mine and quietly whispered in my ear, "You know if we went out to the barn where no one could see us... I could let you have a really good look at them." I tried desperately to form an answer, but my feverously excited brain seemed to suddenly freeze up and all that came out of my mouth was a stammering, "I... I... I..." "Everybody is gonna be gone for a while... Come on." Charlene quietly reasoned as she took my hand in hers and started leading me toward the backdoor, "And Debra and your sister will never miss us. They'll just think that we've both gone to our rooms to study." Creeping out of the house, I was careful to ease the backdoor noiselessly closed so our sisters wouldn't know that we'd left the house and then Charlene and I were hurriedly walking across the backyard hand in hand in the hot September sun. She was smiling broadly as we strolled quickly toward the barn. Looking like a goddess with the sunlight streaming through her yellow tresses, her pretty tanned face, and her amazing green eyes cutting excitedly over to peek over at me every few seconds. I was glad that Charlene had decided to walk, because my dick was hard as a rock with anticipation and folded awkwardly in my briefs in a way that would have made running difficult. I was also a bit puzzled as to exactly what she seemed so excited about, but it really didn't matter. She was going to show me her tits. Turning to face me the instant we entered the barn, Charlene stretched up to press her tiny, five foot tall body into my arms and sighed, "I can't believe I've finally managed to get you alone and all to myself! I've been wanting to do this since the day that daddy brought you home." Then her lips pressed against mine and her slippery tongue pressed its way into my mouth. Now although I'd never had a steady girlfriend, I had kissed a few girls at school dances, behind church, and such. So I eagerly returned her kiss and let my tongue dance sinfully around with hers. As I kissed Charlene my arms naturally wrapped around her slender body and I felt her stiffen as I pulled her tight and the bulge of my folded cock dug into her stomach. "Oh baby." She pulled her head back to softly purr up to me, "Why didn't you tell me that you think of me this way?" "Mom and Ray said..." I began and then ran out of words. So I shrugged my shoulders pathetically and ended with, "I thought you'd get mad." "Don't be silly. I'm a woman.... You're a man... It's the most natural thing in the world for us to be attracted to each other and want each other like this." She responded to surprise me yet again, "I don't care what bullshit Daddy and your mom has tried to tell you." "So it's okay?" I asked uncertainly. "Charlie, a woman doesn't stop being a woman just because she's related to you." She answered with conviction, "My cunny didn't magically disappear when my dad married your mom and it doesn't stop me from noticing that you are a man." Pausing to look at me for a moment, a small smile spread its way across her face and she added, "And one damn good looking hunk of man at that." Turning to face away from me, I excitedly watched Charlene reach behind her back to find the zipper of her dress. "You know that all the girls at church are dying to get their hooks in you don't you? You're all they want to talk about." she turned her head to idly state as she slowly pulled the zipper down to expose her smooth back. "I thought most of them are already married." Grinning knowingly as she slid her hands up to flip the clasp of her bra open, my stepsister nodded her head, "Yeah most of them are. But I don't think that slows them down very much." Then in an amazing exhibition of coordination and flexibility she pulled some straps, flipped the lacy undergarment around inside her dress for a second. Then like a magician completing a trick, Charlene pulled her bra out through the hole where her left arm exited the sundress. A Family United Pt. 01 "Well that takes care of the hard part." She sighed with a smile as she turned and handed me her bra, "And you don't have to bother with looking at the tag. I'm a 32-C. But I'm a really full C-cup." Then Charlene shrugged her shoulders and the God's smiled down on me by making the top of her dress cascade smoothly down to hang at her waist. I stood transfixed to the spot, unable to do anything but stare in awe at the sight of my beautiful stepsister's upper body finally revealed to me. Her skin was so flawless, exquisitely adorned with golden freckles and the occasional mole. Her shoulders and arms were so slender and dainty that it made her chest appear like it consisted of nothing but two large tits with arms and a head attached. And what a pair of breasts they were. Roughly the size of two good sized grapefruits and appearing to be slightly too large for her waifish body, Charlene's perky tits were creamy white globes of beautiful perfection with lovely pale pink nipples the size of half dollars gloriously capping their tips. I'd never seen anything quite so breathtaking. "Well?" she challenged, "What do you think? Are they bigger than your mom's?" I'd never seen my mom's tits before so I honestly didn't know if Charlene's breasts were larger or smaller. But I did know that her boobs were two of the most fascinating and beautiful things I'd ever laid eyes on. "I... I... I..." I stammered nervously, "I've never seen my mom. You know... without her clothes on." Smiling up at me as I continued to openly gawk at the perky globes proudly standing out from her chest, Charlene softly asked, "Is this the first time you've ever seen a woman's boobs Charlie?" I felt incredibly bashful and inexperienced as I seen her knowing smirk and miserably nodded my head up and down to confirm that she was the first girl that had ever let me see any part of her body. Apparently not feeling the same level of embarrassment that I was, Charlene scooped her hands under the globes of her firm tits, held them invitingly up, and huskily panted, "You can touch them if you want to." Needless to say, I wasted no time reaching out to fill both hands with the soft pillow-like flesh of her breasts. "Easy... Easy..." She grunted as my fingers closed to give the smooth mounds a curious squeeze, "They're really sensitive right after I have my period. So you have to be gentle with them." Nodding my head that I understood even though I had no clue what she was talking about, I let my hands relax and ran my fingers over the pink cookies that capped the small mounds as my excited mind raced a million miles an hour. All I could think of was how much older and more mature Charlene seemed to be than any girl I'd ever known before. How she nonchalantly mentioned her period like it was nothing and a common occurrence. And it excited me terribly to know that this was no school girl I had my hands on. Charlene was a grown, sexy woman. "MMMMMMMMmmmm! Much better." Charlene happily hummed to bring my whirling mind back to the task at hand as the middle of the pink cookies that capped her breasts quickly inflated, elongated, and stood stiffly out, "How did you know that I love having my nipples played with?" Now I'd heard guys bragging at school all the time about the things they'd done with their girlfriends, but I'd never actually had a real girlfriend or the chance to experience anything that I'd heard them mention in real life. But I was eager to find out. So I just dipped my head down and took one of stepsister's nipples in my mouth and started gingerly sucking on it like a baby. "Oh Charlie!" I was surprised to hear her happily moan as her hands clutched themselves in my hair and firmly pressed her chest into my face. Encouraged by her positive reaction, I raised a hand up to gently knead her tit as I kept sucking on its nipple and Charlene quickly rewarded me by pressing her slender body forward to sinfully mold itself to mine. I could feel the way she was trembling as she reached to take my idle hand in hers and raised it up to cup over the round globe of her unoccupied breast, and I really had no idea what to do other than to start gently caressing the firm hot flesh and twirling the stiff nub of her nipple in my fingers. "Yes baby! That's the way!" She moaned again and spread her legs open to take my right thigh between them as I quickly moved my head over to take her other nipple in my mouth. Although I had never been with a girl romantically before, I knew all too well what the hot warmth between Charlene's legs was and I could sense that it was a very good thing to have her purposefully rocking to drag her hot pubic mound across the muscles of my thigh like she was. I kept sucking and kneading her soft chest, occasionally swapping my lips from one nipple to the other as I seen fit. And Charlene kept moaning softly and grinding her hot crotch against my leg like she'd gone into heat. Then, I was disappointed to feel her hands tugging my mouth away to end my all too brief session of deliriously happy sucking. Stepping away to separate her body from mine, my stepsister was looking at me with odd half open eyes as she slowly backed away and slid her rump up on the pile of hay bales stacked behind her. "I bet I have something else that you've never seen before." she said in a strange husky voice. Folded in the confining material of my briefs, my penis was really throbbing like crazy and aching as it fought valiantly to straighten itself. And I had to consciously fight not to reach down and adjust the swollen beast to a more comfortable position as I looked at her and simply answered, "Oh yeah? What's that?" Scooping up the light material of her dress in her hands, my stepsister teasingly raised it up until I could completely see both of her short, pale legs and the glaring whiteness of her panties. Then spreading her legs slowly apart to completely expose the pronounced cloth covered mound that dwelled at the apex of her thighs, my stepsister let her hand slid down to daringly tap a finger on the jutting knoll of her pussy and said, "This." Evidently reading the shock and excitement that instantly coursed through me, Charlene smiled warmly up at me and asked, "Have you ever seen what a woman has between her legs Charlie?" Dumbly shaking my head to again express that I'd never seen a woman naked before, I stared down in wonder and could barely contain my excitement as I hungrily admired the way the mound of her womanhood bulged out to gloriously strain the white fabric tight with its fullness. "Do you want to see what makes me a woman Charlie?" Charlene asked in a voice that seemed to be slightly panting as she ran her extended finger down the middle of her bulging mound and the cloth revealed how it had a very noticeable, deep cleft at its center, "Do you want see my little cunny?" "God yes!" I panted breathlessly back. Pausing to very pointedly cut her eyes down to where my painfully folded pole was causing the front of my pants to noticeably tent, Charlene got a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and offered, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." I was sure that I had misunderstood. My stepsister couldn't have just offered to show me her pussy in exchange for nothing more than a glimpse of my stiff dong. So I just stood there staring at her and stupidly answered, "Huh?" "Well it's only fair." She reasoned as her hand slowly crept back up and she started rubbing her finger around in the middle of her pussy's noticeable split, "If I take off my panties and show you my pink little cunny. Then you should be willing too pull your pecker out and show it too me." Apparently reading my shock, immobility, and hesitation as modesty, Charlene pulled her hand away from her groin and quickly stood to her feet. Then with a quick flick of her arms, she pushed her dress down until it fell to puddle at her feet, then stood before me with nothing on except her bright white panties and her shoes. "Right?" she purred and stepped out of the crumpled blue fabric. The blood was pounding in my ears. I was so excited that I was about to faint. And I couldn't seem to get my mouth to work well enough to get anything more than a garbled bunch of stammering to come out as Charlene walked gracefully over to the shelves where the riding tackle was kept and tugged out a tattered old plaid blanket. My eyes were glued to her tight, round ass as she walked back and I hungrily watched the twin globes deliciously sway inside her panties as she carefully spread the blanket over the top of the hay bales where she'd been sitting. Turning to knowingly smile as she caught me gazing unblinkingly at her beautiful butt, my stepsister crawled up to very deliberately stretch her petite body out on the blanket. "So do we have a deal?" she softly asked as she rolled onto her back and raised her knees up to bring her feet close to the cheeks of her butt. My cock was throbbing and hard, still painfully folded in half by my cruelly tight briefs, and I could feel the dampness of how it was starting to ooze slick lubricant. I was almost insane with need as I stared between her legs and seen the way that the outer slope of her pussy could be seen peeking out from under the seams of her panties. I wanted the woman lying before me and at the moment I didn't care who she was related too. Remembering at long last that she was lying there expecting some kind of response from me, I averted my gaze to look up into her glistening green eyes and managed to find the ability to hoarsely croak back, "Yes." "So, you're going to take all your clothes off and let me see you naked?" "Yes." I agreed with an excited nod of my head. My stepsister's smile then broadened into a large, victorious grin and I breathlessly watched her hands slide down to dip her fingertips under the elastic waistband of her panties. But just as I expected her to start sliding the interfering swatch of cloth down, she stopped and asked, "Do you want me to take them off or do you want to do it?" She looked so beautiful lying there on the blanket, like a little doll. And although I knew that I was going straight to hell for what I was about to do, I eagerly stepped up and ran my hands up the outside of her short silky thighs. I loved the way her narrow waist seemed to flow flawlessly out and blossom into the round, soft curve of her hips. I loved the way her skin was so soft and warm under my fingertips. It seemed so womanly and delicious... so sexy, perfect, and desirable. Hooking my trembling fingers in the top of her panties, I began working them over the flair of her hips and excitedly noticed the way Charlene eagerly raised her hips into the air too let the elastic flip down over the prominent curve of her buttocks. I couldn't help but hungrily eye the flat, muscular plain of her stomach as I carefully sawed her panties from hip to hip and worked them down. Excitedly admiring the way her abdomen sloped up slightly in the middle then flowed down to form the very noticeable mound of her womanhood. She was so beautiful and perfect. I had heard that a woman's groin was covered in a thatched carpet of hair just like a man's, and I kept waiting for the telltale triangle of yellow fur to appear as the hem of my stepsister's undergarment crept closer and closer to the bulging mound of her pussy. But there was only beautiful, soft, white skin, then my curious musing about my stepsister's apparent lack of pubic hair ended as the broad dome of her womanhood finally slipped into view. Staring in wonder as her panties slipped down to reveal how the jutting mound of her sex was neatly parted with a gleaming pink split at its center, I couldn't help but notice what a contradiction the fleshy pleats seemed to be when compared to the rest of Charlene's lean, petite body. Seeming to be the spot where the all of the fat on her body not dedicated to her large breasts was located, the tightly joined lips of my stepsister's pussy were full like two large slices from an oddly colored pink fruit. They dramatically stood out from her crotch as if they were begging to be noticed and I was definitely instantly aware of their incredible beauty. Sliding her panties further down her legs, I was surprised to find that Charlene's pussylips seemed to also be also devoid of even a hint of hair just like her abdomen and pubic mound, but I wasn't about to complain or ask any questions now. I stood there frozen to the spot, staring down at the glorious spectacle of my stepsister's bald pussy mound. Even though I really couldn't see much due to the fact that her underwear were still wrapped around her upraised knees and held her thighs rather tightly closed, I already knew with one glance that Charlene's pussy was one of the most beautifully intriguing things I'd ever seen in my life and I knew that I wanted to see more of it. But, I didn't just want to see her pussy. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to explore it. I wanted to spread its thick lips apart and slide my aching, hard dick inside it. I didn't care who thought it was wrong. I wanted to fuck my beautiful, little stepsister in every way possible. "So are you just going to stand there staring at me? Or are you going to finish taking my panties off?" her teasing voice once again snapped my brain back into gear and I immediately tugged her panties the rest of the way down her legs and clumsily wrestled them over her shoes. We'd reached the moment of truth and we both knew it. Charlene's neck, and upper chest had taken on a strange red blush and her nipples were stiffly standing out from her breasts like they were carved from granite. I was almost giddy with anticipation and my folded cock had inflated to the point that I could feel it painfully throbbing against the binding snare of my briefs with each beat of my heart. I stood there frozen like a deer in headlights listening to the soft purr of her breathing, looking down into her stunning green eyes as I wondering if this incredible beauty was actually going to carry through on her promise. Was she actually going to spread her legs and show me her pussy? As if she could hear my thoughts, Charlene very deliberately bent her outstretched legs at the knee then pulled her feet back until they were securely resting on the hay near her butt. Lifting her head, my stepsister seemed to be studying my face as her legs slowly fell apart and spread open to assume a wide, frog leg-like stance that left her knees resting limberly on the hay. My heart was in my throat and pounding with excitement as I stared down at the incredible organ lying at the apex of her outstretched thighs. I'd never seen anything quite like the spectacle I was now viewing. Like her breasts, the mound of Charlene's pussy was incredibly plump and a strikingly different than her shapely, lean body. Flowing down seamlessly from the flesh of her abdomen, the pronounced knoll jutted beautifully out from her body showing off the smooth, hairless expanse of its fleshy exterior. The tension of her widely spread legs had taken what had previously looked to be a tightly joined dome and forced it to pull slightly apart to reveal its true nature of being two pliable, symmetrical halves with a gleaming coral divide at their center. Standing at the top of this pink hued split stood a gleaming, curious protrusion of flesh that to me resembled an arrowhead in appearance due to the thin, membrane-like curtains of skin that flowed down from each of its sides and stretched down to line the inside of her entire womanly divide. "Well?" Charlene huskily asked with a piercing, questioning stare. "I've... I've... never seen anything like it. It's beautiful. " I gasp with wonder as my folded cock strained in my pants and threatened to snap in half, "I mean you are... You're beautiful." Smiling like she was greatly pleased with my observation, she pushed herself up to rest propped on her left elbow. "Since this is the first time you've seen a woman, I guess it's only right that I give you the guided tour. You know... sort of an introduction to pussy 101 class." I watched entranced as her right hand slid teasing down over her abdomen and then rubbed slowly over the mound of her bald sex. "First thing you need to know is every woman is basically built the same way." Charlene explained as her middle finger dipped into the trough dividing her womanhood and began to rub up and down with deliberate strokes, "Some of the parts might be bigger, smaller, or look a little different. But all of our cunnies work the same and have the same basic parts." "Okay." "It's kind of like boobs. Some woman's boobs are big... Some are small... Our nipples can be pink or they can be brown. But even though every woman's boobs look different... They all have the same parts." "Okay." "Okay." She echoed with a mischievous smile then extended her forefinger and middle finger out to press into the bulging muffin top of her pussy. "These are the outer lips Charlie." Charlene instructed, "And since mine are so thick and full, they're pretty much all you get to see unless I spread my legs open really wide like they are now." "I'm not complaining." Smiling at my compliment, my step sister shrugged and replied, "They really don't do that much other than keep stuff from getting up in my crack. But they are fairly sensitive and it drives me crazy when a guy kisses them or sucks on them." "Should I do that now?" I eagerly volunteered. "No mister eager beaver." She chuckled, "I'm not through showing her too you yet." Using her two fingers, Charlene cracked the bun of her pussy apart and spread it wide so that I could see into the gleaming coral valley that lay between her plump outer lips. "These..." she sighed as she moved a lone fingertip to slowly rub across the thin, butterfly wing-like membranes that stood in the center of her womanly gash, "...are my inner lips. They're kind of like the stripes they paint on the highway. If you follow them they guide you up to my clit and down my little cunny hole." "Is there going to be a test after this?" I joked. Smiling up at me, something wild and exciting seemed to flash in Charlene's eyes as she teasingly answered, "Maybe. But if there is... I promise you that it'll be the best test you've ever had in your life." The tone of her voice was sultry and hot. And the innuendo in her words made my aching cock try to tear its way through my pants and my thick syrup flow freely from its tip. Spreading her fleshy outer lips wide open even wider, Charlene moved her index finger up to tap on the jutting, arrowhead-like, bud of flesh that stood near the top of her gleaming pink crack. "Now this is my clit... my little button... and it is absolutely the most sensitive part of my body." She explained as her finger started rolling the fleshy nubbin in slow circles, "And more excited I get... The more sensitive it gets. Sometimes it tingles so bad that I can't even bear to touch it." "This is the secret to truly pleasing a woman." she softly groaned to me as she kept rubbing her clit, "Just give her little button and her nipples plenty of attention while you're making love and she'll cum like crazy and be yours forever." "Ok, now take your fingers and spread me open near the bottom of my crack." My stepsister commanded and I wasted no time crouching down and letting my trembling hands reach for the spot where her fat lips tapered down to melt away into the curve of her ass cheeks. "Yeah, right there above my ass." She cooed as I scissored her womanhood open with a pair of trembling fingers, "Now see that little hole at the bottom... Right above where my split ends?" I looked down into the glistening pink membranes and with my fingers holding her delicate inner folds spread open it was really easy to locate the tiny, dime-sized opening Charlene was directing me to. A Family United Pt. 01 "Yeah, I see it." "That's my little cunny hole Charlie." She huskily panted, "That's where your dick goes when you put it inside me." With her thick outer lips spread apart, I could see the tiny coral oval of her vagina clearly. But I was having a hard time believing that something the size of my penis was supposed to fit inside such a small opening. "It's so little. Are you sure it'll fit?" I doubtingly observed as I slid my middle finger over to her gleaming entrance and experimentally pressed its tip into the moist opening. The instant my chubby finger started sinking inside her, Charlene's bowed legs stiffly strained to open a little wider and she lifted her head to let out a low, whimpering moan in response. Her little hole was very warm, soft, and slippery. Sort of like the way a freshly fried egg feels when it's lying on your plate in the morning. And although it felt incredibly slick and wet, I found as I tried to press deeper inside her, that the walls of her little hole clung to the sides of my fat finger and stubbornly resisted letting it penetrate her. Pumping my finger in and out to spread the greasy liquid that was leaking out of her over its length, I couldn't help but notice how Charlene's breath started coming in strange little moaning gasps as it started to slowly work its way deeper inside her. "It's getting really slippery and wet." I excitedly noticed as my finger started pumping in her hole with much greater ease. "It's been getting wet for you since the first day you moved in Charlie." She moaned back and started to gently rock her hips up to meet each slippery prod, "That's why I brought you out here." I was terribly excited but I was also terribly perplexed. I couldn't fathom how an opening that could barely accept my finger was supposedly able to accept something the size of my thick dong. Turning my eyes away from the captivating spectacle of my shiny finger relentlessly pumping away between her plump, glistening pussylips, I looked up and watched as my stepsister flicked out her tongue and let it slowly lick across her lips like she was tasting something delicious. "But it's so small. Doesn't it hurt when a guy puts his thing inside you?" I curiously asked to make her heavy eyes spring back open and her rocking hips falter. Smiling slightly as if my question had amused her, Charlene nodded her head and answered, "Yeah, it does a little at first sometimes... if a guy's pecker is really thick. But it doesn't hurt in a bad way. It's a different kind of feeling. It hurts in a really good way." "And it doesn't stay that small when a guy's inside me silly." She continued, "It stretches to fit him." I didn't understand. I'd never heard of anything hurting in a good way before and the concept seemed ridiculous. But I knew for certain that my dong was a lot bigger than the finger I had buried in her tight little puss so I purposely slipped a second finger into her gleaming entrance and curiously asked, "What if he was really, really thick and stretched you a lot? Would it still feel good?" Cutting her eyes back down to look at the tented front of my trousers, my stepsister wiggled her eyebrows mischievously and huffed back, "Just how much bigger are we talking here? Something just a little bit bigger than your fingers... Or are we talking about something crazy huge and the size of a horse's dick?" I didn't know how to answer. I knew that my dong was much larger than my finger, but I didn't know if being a lot larger was a good thing or a bad thing. And I definitely didn't want to say the wrong thing and ruin the first chance I'd ever had to see, touch, and explore a woman's body. So I just shrugged my shoulders and mumbled back a humble, "I dunno." Reaching down to push my hand away and extract my gleaming fingers from inside her slick love tunnel, Charlene slowly rolled her slender body up until she was sitting on the hay quietly looking at me. Not knowing what I'd done wrong, I stood nervously looking at her and waiting while my stepsister stared at my groin and slowly rubbed her cupped hand over the dome of her bald womanhood. "You know after asking me a question like that. That I'm going to have to get down there and find out what you're hiding in your pants." She stated in the same strange husky voice. Without waiting for my reply, she hopped off the blanket and then sank down to kneel in front of me. Then her hands were reaching for the front of my trousers, her fingers were busily pulling the clasp open and tugging the zipper down. "Oh my... You weren't kidding were you?" she sighed excitedly as she loosened the front of my pants and they sprang open to let the fat bulge of my folded, underwear encapsulated manhood burst into view, "You ARE a big boy!" I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to just throw my little stepsister up on the blanket, whip out my dick, bury it in her hot hole and finally get some pussy. But I still didn't want to screw things up, so I stood there quietly as Charlene hooked her fingers in the waistband of my briefs and started tugging them down. "Come out... come out... And play with your big sister big boy." She playfully cooed as the elastic crept down my abdomen and then without warning, my folded manhood flipped free of its cloth prison and exploded out to finally straighten itself. Squealing shrilly as my speeding pole snapped up to noisily slap her in her left cheek with its bloated head, Charlene yanked her head back with large surprised eyes and then fell clumsily to sit with her legs fold under her rear. "Oh my God... You're frigging huge!" She excitedly yelped and raised her hand to point an accusing finger at my throbbing dong, "Why didn't you warn me that you were gonna be this damn big?" Now to be truthful, I had noticed in the showers after gym class and football practice that my johnson seemed to be a considerable bit larger than most of the other guy's. But I really had never seen another male erect and I had no clue that my dong would be considered larger than average, so I simply looked down at my engorged pole and said, "I didn't know." "How could you not know?" Charlene echoed incredulously, "Look at it! It's as big as my damn arm!" I felt humiliated and like a circus freak on display as she sat there on her haunches gawking openmouthed at my swollen cannon. All I wanted to do is yank my pants up and escape, to remove myself from the embarrassing moment and rush to the dark comfort of my cramped bedroom. But as I reached down and tried to cover my oversized manhood with my hands, my stepsister's face softened and she unexpectedly reached out to stop me. "Nooooo... Nooooo... I didn't mean it in a bad way baby." She softly cooed as she directed my hands down to my sides, "Please don't hide him from me. I've been waiting to meet him for such a long time." "Am I really that much... bigger... you know... than other guys?" I timidly asked. "Are you kidding? That thing is a fucking monster!" She stated with an excited nod of her head, "I've never seen anyone that was even close to your size before!" "It's not too big is it?" I asked with more than a bit of anxiety. Seeming to know exactly what I was asking her, Charlene pushed herself back up to stand on her knees and purred back "Why don't we save worrying about how we're going to get this big boy of yours to fit inside me for later baby?" Then cutting her eyes down to stare at my jutting manhood, Charlene slowly licked her lips and impulsively reached out to curl her fingers around its bloated, purple tip and said, "Because right now all I want to do is have a good look at this thing and get to know him a little better." "Hello there gorgeous." She lovingly cooed as her thumb slowly swiped to spread my leaking sap over the broad helmet of my cockhead, "Where have you been hiding all my life?" Her fingers felt like heaven rubbing across the skin of my dong and made my legs feel weak and rubbery beneath me. My balls gathered themselves tightly and the pressure inside my sac became almost unbearable. And although I was already hard as a rock, I felt myself swell so hard that it felt like the outer skin of my penis would split from the pressure inside it. "Oh my God!" my petite stepsister squealed excitedly, "It just got bigger! I felt it!" My ears were roaring strangely, my head felt dizzy, and I could barely make out her words as Charlene looked up and said, "Damn I can't even get my hand around you! Are you always this fucking big?" Looking down, I was ill prepared for the sight that greeted me. Instead of the large, sleek tube I was accustomed to seeing hanging out of my pants, there was a terribly thick, gigantic club of very swollen vein-marbled meat clutched in Charlene's little hand. "No..." I groaned back and shook my head from side to side as I stared disbelievingly at the monstrosity that my penis had become for her, "It's never been like this before." "So I made you get bigger than you usually are?" The little blonde asked with a curiously pleased look on her face. "A lot bigger." I confirmed with a nod of my head then uncertainly added, "Is that good?" Tugging her hand up and down my throbbing shaft with slow strokes, Charlene looked unblinkingly up into my eyes and answered "Oh yeah, it's definitely a good thing baby. It's a very, very good thing." A mischievous look then spread its way across her face as she added a husky voiced, "But it's not as good as this", then she very deliberately stretched her lips open and slowly leaned forward to take the head of my dong in her mouth. "OH SHIT!" The curse burst out of me as the tip of my cock was enveloped in a silky, hot, wetness that made my balls lift in their sack so quickly that my knees threatened to buckle beneath me. "OH MY GOD... CHARLENE!" I gasped in ecstasy and horror as the sap instantly boiled out of my tight nuts and shot up the length of my twitching member. Ignoring my yelp of warning, my newest and favorite relative continued to stare up into my eyes as she pushed my cock even deeper into her mouth and started quickly pumping her curled fist up and down the exposed portion of my bucking shaft. Then the inevitable happened, my dick gave a mighty twitch and blasted a thick rope of sperm into her mouth. But instead of yanking her head away to avoid the gushing jet of spunk, my stepsister kept my dong held securely in her mouth and started noisily swallowing. I'd of course heard tales around the locker room of girls taking a guy in her mouth and then swallowing down his cum when he squirted for her. But I had never felt anything like what Charlene was doing to me and I was in paradise. It was such a thrill to feel the second big squirt launch itself over her tongue, then hear her excitedly squeal as my spunk filled her mouth and started leaking from the corners of her lips. Cumming in my sister's sweet mouth was a hell of a lot better than jerking off into a napkin or one of my socks and I knew that if I had my way, Charlene was going to live on a steady diet of nothing but my hot cum from this day on. Without thinking my hands shot out to grab her hair and Charlene's eyes grew wide with surprise as I held her head in place and bucked my hips to pump a third steaming helping of sperm into her mouth. I pushed deeper and felt her tight throat contracting fitfully around the tip of my thick shaft. I felt her trying to hurriedly swallow down my gushing loads before the next one arrived and all I could think of was how I needed to get more of my dick in her mouth. So I ignored the way her little hands started slapping frantically at my legs and selfishly jerked my hips to cram even more of my spewing cannon into her sweet lips. I'd never cum so much before or with such blindingly sweet intensity. I seemed to have a never ending supply of sperm to hose into Charlene's incredible mouth and each lightning bolt that ripped its way out of my balls was so intensely pleasurable that it left me dazed and my cock stinging from the effort. But as all incredibly good things seem to do, after a few moments the blissful churning eruption in my balls ebbed and my jetting blast abruptly tapered off to leave me standing there, oozing and sensitive as hell. Looking down as I became aware enough to notice how Charlene's hands were beating frantically on my legs and the way her chest was convulsing powerfully in and out. I was surprised to find that I had her lips pressed to my pubic bone and my cock buried to the hilt in her dainty mouth. I could see that my sister was a mess. There were tears of effort dripping down her cheeks as she stared pleadingly up at me. Her entire face below her nose was covered in a fine sheen of my cum and I could see how thick ribbons of sperm were sickeningly oozing down from both of her nostrils to gather on her straining upper lip. Falling away from me onto her side as I released her head and guiltily yanked my penis from her mouth, I could do nothing but sympathetically stand there watching as my step-sister dropped to lay gasping for breath and retching loudly on the hay covered dirt floor. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I babbled uncertainly as I dropped down to my knees beside her and sympathetically pulled her long blonde locks away from her face to keep them from getting soiled, "I didn't mean too... It was my first time." Charlene lay there wheezing, gagging, and coughing for what seemed like an eternity. Occasionally heaving up a big nauseating wad of what looked to be sperm mixed with mucus and spitting it out onto the hay. And I stayed there beside her, holding her hair and rubbing the soft skin of her back until she finally turned her head to look up at me with her spectacular green eyes. "I didn't know a man could cum so damn much." She softly croaked, "I thought for a minute there that you were going to drown me with it." Grabbing up the closest article of clothing which happened to be her discarded panties, I started cleaning away the mess surrounding her lips and mumbled back a miserable "Sorry" "Don't be sorry." She replied and forced a small smile to her lips, "I was cumming my brains out while you were cramming that big horse dick of yours down my throat." "Cumming?" I echoed naively. "Having an orgasm." She explained breathlessly My brain was already overloaded with the wonderful mysteries of sex and female anatomy. And although I'd heard in sex education classes that a woman could have an orgasm just like a man, I had no real idea of exactly what was involved or what I'd done. "I made you have an orgasm?" "God yes! It was so exciting to feel you reach out and take charge." Charlene explained with glittering excited eyes, "To feel you pushing that big thing down my throat and know that there was nothing I could do to stop you from making me swallow every damn inch of it. It was incredible." "And the way you cum... Lord, I've never felt anything like it." she continued, "You're a dream come true for any girl that really likes to swallow." "Well there's plenty where that came from." I jokingly replied and wiggled my dong at her, "So feel free to swallow my stuff anytime you feel like it." "I can't believe you're still hard after cumming like that." Charlene sighed with a disbelieving shake of her head as she stared at the hard rod of meat in my hand, "You're amazing." Thinking of what she'd just said about being excited when a man takes charge and spurred on by the enticing thought of finally having my cock in her hot, tight pussy, I lurched into action. I leaned down to scoop an arm behind her back, an arm under her knees and snatched my stepsister up from the hay strewn floor of the tack room. "CHARLIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she yelped excitedly as I stepped over to plop her down on the blankets. Then her eyes grew wide as I grabbed her knees and yanked them apart. "NO CHARLIE! WE CAN'T. NOT LIKE THIS... YOU'RE TOO BIG!" she bellowed up to me and began pushing at my chest with her tiny hands as I stepped between her outstretched legs and the tip of my cock sliced into the middle of her fat pussylips. "CHARLIE!!!" the cry rang out across the barn as the head of my dick found the tiny entrance of her vagina and I lustfully leaned forward to stretch it slightly with the tapered bell of my cockhead. I was crazy with need and wanted Charlene with every atom of my body, but I could feel how the tiny entrance of her womanhood was refusing to accept me. I looked down into her fear contorted face and I instantly knew that I had to come up with a plan other than just throwing her on the hay and jamming my cock inside her. I had to do things right so that this wouldn't be the only time that I got to enjoy the comfort of sliding my pole inside my stepsister's pretty little pussy. Remembering what she'd said about a woman's nipples and clitoris, I let my body relax and slowly slid down hers until I could capture her left nipple in my lips. Then my uncertainty disappeared as every ounce of air that my sister had in her lungs seemed to come bursting out in a loud, blissful sigh. "Mmmmmmmmmm." Her soft moan was more like a happy purr as I nursed from first one breast then the other and let my hands explore her soft body. I could feel her hands caressing my shoulders, curling in my hair and wantonly pressing my face down to get more of her perky tits into my mouth. But I didn't have tits on my mind, I needed something else. Something I could slide my big dick in and fill full of cum. Letting her nipple pop from my lips, I kissed my way over to her cleavage and then down between her jiggling mounds. "You're driving me crazy." Charlene moaned as I slipped a finger into the middle of her fat pussy and started working her clitoris from side to side while I carefully kissed my way down from her breast bone to her navel. I'd only heard of eating pussy and I had no idea what to do once I was face to face with my stepsister's glistening folds. So, I just started licking her fat outer lips in much the same way a cat licks its fur. Luckily it was easy to tell that I was doing the right thing from the way Charlene softly moaned out her pleasure and reached down to press my face into her pussy. Encouraged by her response to my licking, I turned my head to the side and took the entire thick lobe of her left pussylip into my mouth. Then, I tenderly sucked every hint of her feminine flavor from the soft, rubbery flesh as my tongue darted to memorize its smooth, hairless surface. The effect on Charlene was immediate. Her moans grew slightly louder, her legs started to gently shake, and chill bumps sprang up all over her tiny body. The problem was that I didn't simply want to make her moan with pleasure. I wanted to excite her to the point that she was begging for me to fuck her. While I crouched there wondering what I should do next, I craned my head to the left, took her other chubby pleat in my lips, and sucked all the slippery, musky juice from its surface like I had her left one. Moving my hand up under my chin while I sucked at her pussylips, I slid a finger back inside her and started slowly pumping it in and out. But the angle was off and instead of stabbing easily into the juicy depths of her tiny scabbard, my finger kept rubbing against the top of her vagina and the back side of her pubic bone. So I had to pump it very slowly to make sure that I didn't scratch her with my fingernail or something. I then moved my mouth up to find the small nub that she'd called her clit and the little woman lying before me stiffened with a loud squeal of pleasure as I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking it like a tiny nipple. Encouraged by my success, I yanked my finger out of her pussy, tucked my hands under her round ass and slowly lifted Charlene up from the blanket. Then when she was in perfect alignment, I pried her thick outer lips apart with my thumbs and stabbed my tongue as deep as I could into the glistening, pink hole of her pussy.