7 comments/ 74918 views/ 20 favorites Home From School Ch. 01 By: sockman10509 I am finally home after a long fall semester at Grad school. Its getting close now and I can finally see the finish line. One more spring semester and that's it. It would be time to find a job after that unfortunately. I took a few years off before going to college to travel around Europe . After that I worked for a while saving up money for school. I'm close to 30 now and will have my MBA in just a few months. There was a rough patch for a few years after mom, I call her Carol because she was never really a mom, took everything we had and left us penniless. Dad was destroyed. She cleaned the bank account and left us with nothing but her debt. That was over 15 yrs ago and we've finally recovered. I worked full time to pay for school because pops couldn't afford to send me. This was fine because I have always wanted to make my own way through life. I know the value of hard work. Now it was going to pay off. About 10 yrs ago dad met a woman, Diane, who ended up being his soul-mate. She had a daughter from another marriage kind of like our situation. Her husband was an ass as well and left them right after her daughter was born. I guess their similar situations allowed them to lower their guards enough to start a new life together. Diane is great and Dad is as happy as he has ever been. Her daughter, my step-sister Helen, is 18 and in her senior year at St. Catherine's. She's a good kid and studies hard. As the big brother I try to tell her that all of her sacrifices now will pay off later when she's having bad days. She always smiles and tells me that she is happy I am in her life. Dad is still at work and my step-mother is at her afternoon yoga class. I have the house to myself. I am watching ESPN when the back door opens and Helen comes through in sort of a daze. I have not seen her in the few months since I was home last on break and she doesn't even really notice me. She just goes into the kitchen. I followed her into the kitchen worried that something was wrong. She's just standing there drinking a glass of water and I ask her, "Are you okay?" She finally notices me standing in the doorway and says, "Rob, when did you get here?" I laugh and say, "Just about an hour ago. Helen, are you okay?" She just comes over to me and gives me a big hug and says, "It's great to see you." I always see her younger than her 18 years because she has to wear the traditional Catholic School uniform of the white blouse, plaid jumper and the white knee socks, which I have to confess, it sort of turns me on a little. I think for all guys it does to a certain degree. Why the hell they still make them wear that knowing men fantasize about it is just weird. She looks at me and asks, "Have you ever been in a relationship with an older woman?" The question catches me a little off guard and I say, "What do you mean by older?" "You know, more than 8 years older," she says. I say, "No not really, I dated a girl 5 years older than me but that doesn't really count. Why do you ask?" She says with a far off look on her face, "Oh it's nothing really. Just something that happened at school. No big deal." She dumps out the rest of the water and heads up to her room. She looks back and asks, "Are you eating dinner here tonight?" "Sure am," I say. "Cool," she says with a smile. "I am just going to lie down for a while." "Cool," I say as she giggles at me, calling me a dork. I wonder what the hell she was talking about. Dating older people? The only thing that runs through my mind is she can't be talking about a teacher at her school. No way, she has better sense than that. I stand there in the kitchen a few more minutes and then decide I need to find out what she was talking about. I head upstairs to her room. The door is not closed but it's not completely open either. I pause before entering so as not to just barge in on her. That's when I heard a low humming sound coming from her bed room. Right then I knew exactly what it was. "Holy shit," I thought. She's masturbating! I should have turned around right there but I didn't. I peered through the door and saw her lying on her bed with her blouse unbuttoned. She was using a small, slender vibrator moving it in tiny circles over her clit through her white cotton panties. I completely lost my breath. Her eyes were shut and I could see her squeezing her nipple with one hand and working her clit with her little toy with the other. I could see her toes flexing in her white knee socks as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body. I have a huge foot/sock fetish and often find myself sneaking a peek at my sister's socked feet as she roams through the house. I sometimes used her socks to help me jack off thinking about feet, not specifically hers, as I shoot my hot load into the toe of her soft sock. Right now, standing in the doorway my cock was at full mast in my sweat shorts as I gazed at her sock clad feet. The thought of watching her play with her cute little clit while she softly pet my cock with her lovely knee socks was all the urging I needed. I reached into my shorts and took out my rock hard shaft. I slowly stroked it while watching my step sister bring herself to climax. As I was about to explode I accidentally bumped her door and it squeaked. She immediately stopped and pulled the covers over her saying, "Hello? Rob, is that you?" she called out. I didn't say a thing. I quickly moved down the hall to the bathroom and entered as quietly as I could. I sat on the sink with my still inflated cock and I could hear her door open as Helen came walking down the hall towards the bathroom. She knocked and said, "Rob, you in there?" As composed as I could I said, "Yeah, be out in a sec." After waiting a few minutes for Mt. Vesuvius to subside I pretended to flush the toilet and wash my hands. As I walked down the hallway I saw that the laundry hamper door was wide open. As I looked inside I saw Helen's knee socks that she was just wearing neatly placed on the folding table all by themselves. My heart just about exploded out of my chest. "What the hell was going on?" I thought. She's my sister. Well technically she's my step-sister and not truly flesh and blood. "So this was not that bad right?" I thought to myself. I think she wants me to find these. Has she noticed me looking at her feet? Did she know that I sometime used her socks to pleasure myself? More importantly, did she know that I was outside her door watching? I looked down the hallway and her door was shut so I took her offering and went into my own room and closed the door. I came harder than I have ever cum in my life. I came twice actually. I had a load for each sock. "Dinner was going to be interesting tonight," I thought. I hid the used socks in my hamper because I do my own wash and trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. I crashed on my bed and soon drifted off to sleep. I woke up to my dad coming into my room to say hi. He gave me a big hug and we went downstairs to catch up. I saw my sister sitting on the couch watching TV wearing her New York Yankees t-shirt, navy blue fleece gym shorts and navy blue cable knit knee socks. They were just like the white pair I just soiled a few hours ago. She just shot me a glance and said, "Hey Rob, have a nice nap?" I felt myself flush with embarrassment as I looked away and back to my dad. He said, "Are you feeling okay. You look a little flushed." I said, "Yeah I'm fine. Just a little tired from the drive home is all. I'm starving though. What's for dinner?" My dad shrugged off his original concern and said with wide eyes, "We're having T-Bones!" Knowing my dad's love of charred beef, more importantly his love of grilling said beef meant we were going to eat well tonight. My step-mom got home a few minutes later and gave me the usual hug, so nice to have you home and all of those well wishes as they started setting the table for dinner. My step mom loves to entertain so every time I am home dinner is an event. Table cloth, china, real silverware and the whole 9 yards accompanies the meal. I was wearing my sweat shorts and Boston College t-shirt which made me fee a little under dressed. Well my sister was uber-casual as well so it didn't bother me that much. The whole time setting the table for dinner, my sister never even looked like she wanted to say anything about what happened earlier. I thought maybe it was just a coincidence she left her socks there. If it was then was she wondering what happened to them? Man I must be losing my mind. We all sat down for dinner in our usual spots, Dad and Diane facing each other and me and Helen the same. The conversation was like the hundreds we've had in the past. How was college, which colleges Helen was interested in attending and so forth. However, I felt a soft swish over my ankles. I looked up quickly to see Helen looking at me with a small grin. What I felt were her sock covered toes on my shin petting it up and down softly. My pulse shot through the roof and I actually began to sweat. Diane looked at me and said, "Rob are you feeling okay? You look pale." My dad said, "Yeah, he looked a little under the weather earlier too. You feeling okay son?" I just shook them off saying, "I was just tired and that I needed to relax for a while." I could feel Helen's other foot slide over taking my whole leg between her soft sock covered arches and tenderly caressing my lower leg. My cock sprang to life and thank god for the table cloth because I think it might have peeked over the table. As we casually conversed her foot traveled up my leg and found the bulge in my shorts from my engorged cock. She gently played with the base of my balls initially and then moved her toe pad over my cock head and gently squeezed it with her toes. My body was actually shaking with excitement feeling her working my cock through my shorts, hoping to god that we didn't get caught by our folks. What could I say to this? Knowing dinner was winding down Helen moved her foot off of my now tender pole so I could deflate before having to get up from the table. The only problem was that I noticed Helen had milked a good bit of pre-cum out which now was visible though the gray fleece material. I managed to get up from the table after coffee hiding my little issue as I said my good nights and headed for my room. My sister was the last and she gave me a gentle peck on the cheek saying goodnight and that it was fun having me back home. She then said, "See you for breakfast." and winked at me. I went upstairs locking my door behind me and headed directly to her socks in the hamper to relieve myself yet again. My cock ached with excitement. My dreams were filled with images of my sister and I hardly slept a wink. That morning I woke up in a daze with what seemed like just a few minutes of sleep. I noticed it was late morning around 10am. It was Friday so I knew dad was at work and Diane was probably here but going to play in her weekly golf game with the girls. I wandered into my bath room and there was a note on my vanity from my sister and it read, "Did you enjoy my version of footsie last night? Go into my sock drawer and pull out your favorite pairs of socks. I want you to show them to me when I get home from school. DO NOT cum at all today. I want to see ALL of it later." She signed it, "Kisses, Helen." Needless to say I already had a pup tent in my shorts. How did this 18 year old girl know how to push my buttons? I knew 35 year old women who where not this polished. Kids; why didn't they make them like this when I was in school? I did as she instructed and went up to her room to finds some socks that I'd love to see her in. Hopefully get a nice foot job too but I was going into this with an open mind. I found a pair of white ones, dark red and a light soft pink color that immediately made me hard when I saw them. These will look fucking great against her tan legs. "God I'm a perv, what are you doing?" I thought. I rationalized to myself that we were both adults and that we technically were only related by marriage and that it was fine. I then tried to put the situation out of my mind. The afternoon drug on like a tax audit but finally the 3pm rolled around. "School is over," I anxiously thought to myself. I saw Helen pull into the drive and walk up to the door. To my disappointment she was not wearing her regular school ensemble but rather a St. Catherine Girls Prep track suit and running shoes. Crap, I forgot that she runs track. Oh well lets not jump to conclusions right now. See what she says. As she came through the door she looked at me and smiled. "There you are," she says walking over to give me a warm hug. "I was thinking of you all day. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable last night at dinner?" she says. I cleared my throat and said, "Um no not really. You just surprised me is all." She giggled and said, "I take it you found my little gift I left on the laundry table yesterday afternoon?" I could feel myself blush with that and I turned away and she grabbed my arm and said, "Its okay Rob, I've seen you looking at my legs. Oh, and by the way some of my "missing" socks had some interesting marks on them. I concluded you had a bit of a thing for my feet and socks. I take it you like the cable knit style the best?" I stammered and said, "Uh yeah I like that style a lot." "Can I tell you something that happened to me?" she asked "Sure, you can tell me anything," I said. She said, "Let's go upstairs and talk. Oh, did you get the note I left you this morning?" I said, "Yeah you left it on my sink right?" She said winking at me as we headed upstairs, "Yup, and I hope you picked out some good ones." As we walked down the hallway she said, "I just want to change out of these track clothes first. I'll head to your room when I'm done." I went in and sat on the edge of my bed. Helen came in a few minutes later wearing her school uniform skirt, blouse and no socks. She obviously saw the look on my face when she came into the room with bare feet which she properly read as disappointment. She said, "Don't worry Rob, you were supposed to pick some out for me remember? This is the look you like best right?" "Absolutely," I said and I could feel my erection begin to rise. She sat on my dresser right across from where I was on the bed and said, "I wanted to tell you something yesterday in the kitchen but I really didn't know how to say it. There is this male teacher I have for physics and lately he's been dropping hints about my appearance and that he likes my socks. Yesterday during study hall I was the only girl there and he asked if he could rub my feet. I was like, why do you want to do that and he said, I know you run track and it might be good for me to have a foot massage. It seemed harmless enough so I let him rub them. I saw the way he was looking at them and I noticed he was trying to inch them closer to his crotch which I could tell was erect. He pressed my toes into his erection and you know what the first thing that crossed my mind was? "I don't know?" I said. She said, "You Rob. I thought of you. I thought of how you looked at my legs all the time and that you probably wanted the same thing. I got so turned on that I placed my other foot in his lap and started giving him a foot job right through his pants wishing it were your hard cock I was rubbing. I did this for a few moments longer and rubbing my clit through my panties for him and then just suddenly stopped and got up to leave. He was so shocked he couldn't move. I looked down at him and told him that this never happened and that I'd hate for the dean to find out about your little foot thingy, especially with all of these young girls around here. I ran to my car because I knew you were coming home from break and I couldn't wait to see you." At the end of her story she just looked at me and I didn't say a word. I could see the story may not have had the reaction she thought and her look turned to worry. "Are you mad at me?" she asked. I came back to reality and said, "Of course not, don't be silly." She said, "You're not going to tell me that this is a silly little crush and that I will out grow it are you?" "No, no way," I said. "Did you use my little gift?" she asks. I smile and said, "3 times actually". She laughed out loud and I could tell she was a bit relieved that we were both coming from the same place. "Are you going to show me the socks you picked out for me or what?" she asks. I almost passed out with her words. My god this was really happening? I felt my cock stiffen as I said, "They're in the drawer below you." "Hmmm," she said as she moved her feet up to the dresser top spreading her knees wide and revealing a thin pair of cotton panties. The view allowed me to see the outline of her lips through the already growing damp spot. "I think you should grab them for me," she said knowing that I needed to get up to do so. As I stand there she can see my cock pressing firmly outward against the tin material of my sweat shorts. She says, "Oh my I think he likes all of this sock talk doesn't he?" as I open the drawer to my dresser and pull out the red, white and pink knee socks as she hops down from the top. Standing there holding the socks in my hand she moves to the edge of the bed and sits down. Pulling me over to her she says, "Now which ones do we use first? Why don't we let your little man tell us?" as she slides down and over my fully inflated cock. She grabs the white pair and slips one sock over her hand and up to her elbow making this sort of sock puppet. She turns me to the side with my cock facing out to the left and reaches up with her sock clad hand gently caressing the underside of my sensitive erection. "There you go sweetie, how do the white ones feel?" She asks shyly. I almost pass out from the excitement. She then wraps her soft hand around my dick and gently jerks me off a few seconds. "Does your cock like my little white socks? Do you think they'll make you cum really hard or do you want to try the others?" she asks. I lean my head back and say, "Oh god that feels fucking great," as she works my sensitive shaft with her soft socked hand. She looks up into my eyes and says, "I bet you like the pink ones the best don't you?" With that she releases my swollen pole and slips both pairs of pink socks on, one over each hand and moves to the same position. This time she reaches one hand underneath me spreading my thighs apart and cupping my ball sack in her velvety hand. With the other she reaches around my waist and grabs my cock. Softly she pets my balls with one hand as she lovingly slides the soft pink material up and down my raging hard on with the other. She says excitedly, "Your cock REALLY loves the pink ones doesn't he?" I say with a gasp, "Holy shit that feels so good Helen. Please make me cum with the pink ones." She then gently pats my ass and says, "The pink ones it is," as she stands up to face me. We begin to kiss deeply as she wraps one hand around my aching pole and softly jerks me off as her tongue explores my mouth. She looks at me and says, "I hope this will be in the back of my throat one day." "Anything you want," I say. She says, "Not today though. My feet have an appointment with your nice thick cock. Here Rob lay down on the floor," as she motions me to lie down. Helen sits in my reclining chair as I lay sideways next to her with my erect cock standing proud waiting for her deliciously soft feet. "Have you ever cum this way before," she asks? "No I haven't," I reply. "GREAT, then we're both kind of virgins," she says with a smile. She then places her toes under the back side of my cock with one foot and then gently caresses the bottom side of my sensitive shaft with the soft toe-pad of her other foot. Home From School Ch. 02 Thanks for all of your great feedback. I will take all of your suggestions to heart as I develop the stories and characters. I hope you enjoy this installment. * I lay on my floor for a few more minutes trying to get my brain around what just happened. How could an 18 year old girl, well I guess technically a woman, be so sexually experience? I never see any boys around and she rarely goes out on dates so how the hell did she get to be so sexually dynamic? It was almost as if she read my mind and knew exactly what I fantasized about. At this point, "who really cares," I think to myself. If Dad or Diane find out about this then I am completely screwed. "I can't believe I just had sex with my step sister," I say out loud shaking my head. Oh let me count all the ways as to how many morals, values, statutes and what-not-to-dos I just violated. Could I be any more stupid? What keeps her from going right to her best friend to say, "Guess what? I just fucked my step brother." I am going to have to have a talk with her about all of this. Right now my opportunity to be alone with her all day Saturday now, was not such a hot idea. The rest of they day passed like normal. I caught a few minutes of sleep after our little tryst and Helen acted as if nothing ever happened. I waited for the right moment to bring up the fact that we needed to keep this between us and that if any of this got out we'd both be in big trouble but I hardly saw her until our folks got home. Dad and Diane came a few hours later and they asked us what we wanted for dinner. Helen said, "I don't know but I am starving. I had a huge work out this afternoon and I could eat a horse," winking at me as she said this. My blood pressure shot through the roof and I literally thought I was going to pass out. "Did they work you extra hard in track practice today?" her mom asks. "Really hard," Helen says staring right at me. I could feel the walls closing in and I thought everyone could see the guilt written on my face. "Are you alright Rob?" my dad asks. "You look a little pale," Diane added. "I'm just really tired. I think I might be coming down with something," I said. "Are you hungry?" my dad asks. "Not really I said. I think I am going to lay down for a while and see if I feel any better," I said walking for the stairs. "Okay, I'll have Helen bring you up some food later if you feel like eating," Diane said. I said a little too quickly, "NO! You don't need to do that, it's really okay, I'll be fine." "Rob, are you sure you're okay? You're acting kind of funny," Diane asks. "Yeah, I'm okay. I am just exhausted," I replied trying to look at sick as possible. "Go on up to bed and Helen will fix you a plate and bring it up later," my dad says. I didn't argue as I walked up the stairs and headed to my room. I flopped on my bed and there were just too many thoughts racing through my head to try and sort them out now. "What the hell am I going to do? She is going to tell somebody," I thought to myself. I drifted off to sleep and I woke up to a gentle knocking on my door. "Rob, are you awake?" I heard Helen ask in a whisper. I looked at my watch and it was 10 p.m. I had been asleep for about 2 hours. I sat up in bed and said, "Yeah I'm awake," in the same low voice. My door opened and Helen was standing there in the doorway holding a plate covered in aluminum foil. Helen is about 5' 6 tall with chestnut colored shoulder length hair which is pulled up in a pony tail. She's wearing her track pants and a pale blue sports top that shows off her 36 C breasts and well toned abs. She has a tremendous figure. Even with her athletic build she still has a wonderful femininity about her and it's hard for me to believe she's only 18 years old. I sit there staring, marveling at how amazing she looks. "What? Is everything okay?" she asks. "We had sausage and peppers tonight and it was pretty tasty," she adds with a smile. I snap back to reality. "We need to talk," I said motioning her inside. "Okay?" she said with a confused look on her face. She made her way to the edge of my bed and placed the plate on my side table. She hopped up on my bed and sat cross legged looking directly at me. She looked so damned innocent right now and I could just kick myself for letting myself do what I did with her. "What's going on?" she asks. "Listen, we have to be careful about what we say. This is a big deal. I don't regret what we did but if someone finds out we both could be in a lot of trouble," I said in a stern whisper. "Playing around about this is just not smart. What if Diane or my dad found out? We would never recover from this," I added. "You have to promise me that you won't tell a soul about what happened, Promise?" I say. "Okay listen. I know I shouldn't have made my little reference down there tonight but it was completely harmless. Mom and dad are never going to find out. Especially from me," she says. "What happened today means a lot to me and I would never want to jeopardize our relationship as well as our family. I loved being with you today making you feel the way you did," she said. "I also realize what's at stake if someone finds out and I promise you that I won't tell a soul about what we did or will do," she says with a grin. "Rob, if you don't feel comfortable and want to stop I'll understand. I don't like seeing you like this with the weight of the world on your shoulders. Let's just enjoy each other for the rest of the time you're home and we'll leave it at that," she says. "Deal?" she says, extending her hand for me to shake. "How did you get to be so grown up?" I say with a grin as I shook her hand. "I dunno? I guess you guys just rubbed off on me," she says with a coy smile. "How are you feeling now? All better?" she says looking directly at me. "Yeah, I'm better now. I'm glad we had this talk," I say. "I brought you some dinner," she says as she motions to the plate. "I also brought you some dessert," she says in a whispered grin holding up a pair of her argyle ankle socks. "Would you like it now or after you finish your plate?" she shyly asks. My heart literally skips a beat as she pulls out her thin little sock. I could already feel my cock growing in my pajama pants. "What about dad and Diane?" I ask. "They're both in bed. So, do you want dessert or not?" she asks. "Absolutely," I say with a smile. "Goodie," she says pulling my sheets down over my feet. Moving her hand down to the growing mound in my pants she tenderly traces its length with her fingertips. "God I love your size," she says as she gently squeezes the length of my cock shaft. She unbuttons my fly and removes the full length of my turgid pole and ball sack from the cotton material. "There he is," she says licking her lips as she wraps two fingers around my circumference softly gliding them up and down my aching shaft. "Ready for dessert?" she asks with a grin as she removes her sports top revealing her young ample breasts to me. "Oh god yes," I say leaning back into my pillow pushing my hips up offering her all of my raging cock. She grabs her thin, soft argyle sock and gathers up the material rolling it to the toe. It looks almost like a sock condom which she them places over my cock head. Once my head is firmly snug in the toe section she rolls it over my sensitive shaft as if it were a condom. I can feel the soft material coating my cock as the sock slips down to my balls. Once she has it in place she gently begins stroking my cock up and down with her finger over the thin material. Spreading my knees apart she moves between them and as she softly caresses my sock covered pole she begins to run her warm wet tongue all over my swollen balls. I let out an audible gasp as she wraps her lips around my ball sack. "Holy shit that feels great," I whisper. The intensity of her stroking increases as I feel her tongue trace every inch of my sack and anus. "Ohhhhh he likes this doesn't he?" she asks. "Your balls are swelling right up. Are you going to give me a nice creamy blast big brother?" she asks. "Rob, please play with my nipples," she asks. I move my fingertips to her nipples and they are as firm as pencil erasers. She lets out a soft moan as I lick the ends of my fingertips and softly rub each of her sensitive knobs. "That's it sweetie. Just like that," she says as she quickens the pace of her fingers on my cock. I can see the material of her sock moving freely up and down with her rhythmic tugs. She can sense that I am getting close and she immediately slows her pace asking me, "Do you want to cum in my mouth baby?" "Is that okay with you?" I ask. "I want to suck your sock covered cock and make you splash all of that sweet juice over my tongue." She says. "Do you want to fuck my mouth with that sock?" she asks. "Fuck yes I do," I respond as I stand up from the bed. Kneeling in front of me she takes the other sock and slips it over her hand as she cups my swollen ball sack. Looking up at me she says, "Grab my pony tail and fuck the shit out of my mouth." Doing as she said I grabbed her pony tail as she took every inch of my sock clad cock into her mouth and throat. I went slowly at first hearing her slightly gag a few times, but as the thin material became saturated with her saliva my sheathed pole glided gently in and out of her mouth. Softly petting my balls with her sock covered hand she looked up at me smiling with her eyes as I freely fucked her waiting mouth. I could feel myself getting closer to exploding in her mouth. I began to quicken my pace and as my cock would leave her mouth her fingers would be right there to stroke my engorged shaft. "You're getting close now aren't you?" she asks. "Yes honey I am about to come," I say. "Cum down the back of my throat oaky Rob?" she asks. "Okay I say," as my trembling legs begin to shutter from my tremendous climax. Helen immediately began to massage my balls with her sock covered and slammed her lips to base of my shaft as I dumped my creamy load down her throat. "Oh god!" I exclaimed as the orgasm rocked my body. If it weren't for the bed I would have fallen over. "Mmmmmmmm. Ummmm Hmmm," she said as she milked every drop of semen out of me. Removing her mouth from the now cum/saliva coated sock she gently slips the wet wrinkled material from around my spent pole. "Oh my god you taste good Rob," she says. She gets up and gives me a deep wet kiss as she traces her tongue over mine. Seeing this in porn movies usually makes me gag but given the circumstances it doesn't phase me a bit. It's still kinda weird though but thankfully I don't taste a thing. "How was that for dessert?' she asked. "That was definitely 4 stars," I say laughing. "You sure do love my socks don't you?" she asks. "Sure, but only in the hands of a professional like yourself," I say with a chuckle. She slips back into her sports top and heads for my door. "Sweet dreams there brother. You better get plenty of rest because you owe me BIG tomorrow buddy boy." She says. "Night Helen. Sweet dreams to you too," I say with a smile.