This, though what Zara was suggesting was so close to actual sex with my step sister, I didn't know how to respond. Would I, like, touch her? Would we kiss? Would she grab my butt while I pressed against her?"Well, we'll have to touch," Zara answered, "Definitely no kissing, though. And as to your butt, well, you do have a nice ass. But I'll try to restrain myself if you will.""I don't know, Zara," I said."Pleeeeeease," Zara said, "If we don't like it, we can stop. I promise it'll be awesome, and I bet it'll feel way better than doing it on the floor. And it won't be anything different than we're already doing. It's almost exactly the same thing. Truly." "So, you would, like, lie down. And I would be on top of you. And we would sort of, um, align?”"Exactly," Zara said. She clapped her hands. Somehow, it seemed, I'd agreed to do this without realizing it.My buxom, beautiful, blonde older step sister climbed onto her bed and lay on her back. She patted the comforter, like asking a
Zara didn't say a word. She reached back and unsnapped her black, lacy lingerie. She pulled it away and finally, her bare breasts hung free. They were better than I'd been picturing. Plump with phenomenally pert, pink nipples. I lost track of time. Of myself. My whole universe shattered by such a simple moment."Your turn," Zara said. I noticed she'd stopped humping the pillow completely. She was waiting for me to get set.I stood up and shimmied my shorts and underwear down in one go. My dick popped up, sticking straight out, like an overwound jack-in-the-box. I grabbed it immediately. Unable to control my urge to stroke myself. Now, it was Zara's turn to gasp. She stared up at my dick like it was an obelisk. A great and powerful object of desire."Wow," Zara said. It seemed she wanted to add to that sentiment, but her brain was no longer in the business of making words.I sat down on the couch. My bare bottom stuck to the canvas. Zara spun herself on the ground so she could tilt her
But this was weird right? Tell me I'm not strange for thinking it was weird that my big step sister was going to take out her titties in the middle of the living room in front of her younger brother, as casually as pouring herself a drink.Yet, no matter how I felt about it, my step sister was doing it. Zara reached down for the bottom of her tank and pulled it over her head. You'd think she was ripping off a band-aid, not exposing her twin holiest of holies to her kid brother. But Zara kept it casual.I more than made up for Zara's lack of concern, however, with my own reaction. I gaped. I gawped. My step sister sat back on the couch in nothing but a lacy black bra and a pair of tiny, scarlet shorts. You'd think she'd just showed me the mysteries of the universe. And, to some extent, she truly had.There are no words to describe what Zara had revealed to me. Her bra covered a good portion of her breasts, but still. Her boobs were massive. Full and proud. Yet perfectly shaped and wond
It was shocking, that sudden contact. Like another wall had been broken through. I swear I could smell the dusty, chipped plaster as my step sister busted through yet another barrier.I rolled over to look at her. I'm sure she saw the shock in my face. Instead, my older step sister shrugged."Just thanking you," Zara said."I didn't do anything," I said."If you say so," Zara said, and she winked my way.I started to get up. Flopped back. Like I said, that hardwood floor was incongruently comfy after an explosive orgasm. I imagined a pointy rock might feel the same at that point, honestly. That was the thing about cumming, everything around me felt soft and welcoming. My mind, however, became far sharper."What are we doing?" I asked.Again, Zara shrugged."No, seriously, what is this?""Fun," Zara said, as if it were obvious."So, we keep doing it," I said."At least till we go back to school in the Fall," Zara said, "Why not? You have something better to do?"I had to concede that I
"What?" I asked. "What's wrong with Kara? She's your friend, isn't she?""I just think you could do better," Zara said. I realized it, suddenly. Zara wasn't playing around. Her feelings were actually, honestly hurt. As if she hadn't done the same thing to me moments before."Well, what about Randy?" I asked. "I mean, the guy doesn't even have a real name. Don't you think you should set your sights a little higher?”Zara went quiet. She pursed her lips. The air in the room felt thick and heavy. Filled with anger and resentment. More than either of us could carry. After weeks of unbreakable buoyancy, this one silly conversation had popped us both. I started to get off the floor, but Zara stopped me."There is this one other guy," she said. Her cheeks went a little red.I realized my step sister was making a peace offering and, fortunately, I was smart enough to accept it. I let myself be held in place."He's really cute, kinda handsome," Zara said, "Light brown hair. Nice body." She ran
Mom was waiting there for us, hands on her hips, in standard mom position. The rest of the family had already scattered. The kitchen was so tiny, it made her look like a giant. Even more imposing than usual. "You two are up to something," Mom said. Her voice was not kind.The sink was running behind her, stacked to the brim with dishes. A reminder of yet another indignity we'd had to endure with the new house: it didn't even have a dishwasher."We're hanging out," I said, shrinking under my mom's pointed interrogation.Mom shook her head. "It's more than that. I see you two sneaking off at all hours. Always in Zara's room with the door shut. What are you doing?""Nothing," I said."Nothing," Zara said, "Like Richard told you, we're just hanging out. Playing games. You know."Mom's glare deepened, like Bianca’s had done. Her eyes narrowed, a mirror of Lilly's from earlier."You're up to something," she said, "And I don't like it. Your father and I, this family, we're all going through