Step-holiday Part One
The Brat came into my life about a year ago. Her Dad moved in with my Mum, and we were suddenly supposed to be a family. What do they call it? 'Blended?' Yeah, that's it. Samantha, Sam, is only a year younger than me, and although I try to ignore her, I can't help feel a little peeved by the way my Mum tries to curry favour at every turn. I understand it, of course, I'm not a monster! Her Mum died, you see? That's got to hurt, but she gets everything she ever fucking wants, and I...I just give up. My Dad simply pissed off when a slut jiggled her tits at him; so that's the story, and there's no reason for you to particularly care. And neither did I, until the summer came around.
Mum's been working two jobs, both beneath her, so when the blenders have cash for a break, rather than making ends meet, we go away. Sam's Dad, of course, fucks up the booking: Holiday cottage, two bedrooms. "Well, you'll just have to manage!" my Mum says, "And try not to kill each other!" At least the beds are two singles, and we humph and mumble our way into an agreement. "I'm taking the bed nearest the door, in case I have to make a quick escape! And no dirty boy stuff in the night, okay!? Don't need to listen to you grunting like a caveman!" Sam commands. We unpack, she muttering all the while like...well, I don't need the argument.
We've arrived with enough time to check out the beach while the parental units visit what passes for a town, buying the stuff guess-who forgot to bring. Sam swims out while I watch the hotties on parade. I'm starting to hope what happens on holiday, stays on holiday... That blonde has got to have a boyfriend somewhere, but she is definitely smiling at me.... Then I realise I can't see Sam any more. Then there's an arm, a distant cry. Fuck! She's drifted beyond the markers, been caught by the riptide. I launch into the water, amazed by how calm it seems, even as it threatens my step-sister's life. Now, understand, I have never been a good swimmer, so when I reach her, and she starts to pull me under, I have no choice but to slap her gasping face into attention and tell her to "Fucking help me! Kick with your legs, or we're both gonna die!" Ever the realist, Sam glares at me, then complies, and somehow, somehow, we make it back to shore. She rests her head on my chest, gulping down air, then says, "You saved me! You saved my life!" She doesn't cry. In fact, I don't recall any time in her life when I've seen her cry. Instead, she looks up at me and whispers, "Thank you, Paul." I guide her to our towels and tell her, "You're my sister, ok? I'm not gonna let you drown! Now get cleaned up and not a word about this to the parental units! Because Mum'll pack us home tonight, and God knows she needs a break!" Sam concurs, and we head to the cottage.
After dinner, she uses the bathroom first. There's no lock, of course, so we all have to devise a calling out system! Some holiday. Anyway, a few minutes after we've got into our beds, I hear her whisper, "You awake, nerd?" I manage a tired grunt and she continues, "I'm frightened, Paul. I can't sleep. Must be the scare from today... I know you won't want to, but would you cuddle me, please?" I'm not sure she's ever asked me for anything; she probably resents me as much as I resent her, and I certainly don't recall a 'please' before. But I seem to remember telling her that she's my sister, and I would always protect her, something like that, while we walked back from the beach.
I climb into her bed, and she turns her back on me until we are spooning, quite comfortably, I have to admit. She pulls my arm around herself, and holds on tightly. So much so, that we wake up in the same position in the morning.
Unfortunately, this means my morning glory, having escaped the slit of my boxers, is poking between the cheeks of her pert little arse. Before I can move - it's a single bed, remember? There isn't much wiggle room, ok?! - she reaches behind herself. "Mmmmm" she purrs, sleepily, "what's that?" She grips my cock and turns swiftly, "Oh my God! You've got a stiffy, you pervert! Oh let me see it!" She pulls back the sheets and gasps, "Oh my....oh... It's huge! I've never seen one before!" She turns her fingers around it, and continues, "They said in biology the average is five or six inches, but that's what? Eight?"
"And a half" I add, proudly.
"You've measured it?!?! You pervy nerd!!!" Then her eyes fall from mine, but I can see her gaze is still on my erection. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean... You don't deserve that." Then her stare is back on my face, "Does it happen a lot?"
Somehow, I can deny her nothing. Well, she does have a firm grip on my cock. So I explain it happens in the morning, quite often at night, even during the night, and she interrupts, "How can it fit inside... You know.. in a girl? Oh! Have you ever.... Done it??!!" Her eyes are wide, and her mouth opens the same moment her grip tightens.
I confess I haven't, and she examines my shaft more closely. "Then, what do you do with it?" she asks quietly, genuinely curious. And her clever mind races ahead."Oh my word! You must be wanking off all day!" She tugs on my throbbing shaft. "Show me." And I don't hesitate. I stroke my rigid member, slowly , knowing I should make this experience last. Sam asks me, "What do you think about, while you're doing it?" Again, I have no choice but to tell her, "Jenny Watson" my crush at school.
Sam bursts out laughing, "Blow job Jenny? Oh you're wasting your time there, Paul! She blows Alex Walker, you know, the soccer captain, in the old shed behind the science block, every break and lunchtime! Fuck! It is her lunch! Everybody knows that!" Everyone but me, it seems. I have apparently been obsessing about Jenny so much, it never occurred to me she might be seeing someone else. And how. This news is a hammer blow to my hopes, my ego... And my hard on. Sam appears to sense my predicament, and whips her T-shirt over her head. "Think about me, instead!"
Her tits are small, a slight upturn to them, her dark nipples already hard, and she looks perfect to my hungry teenage eyes. When she tells me I can touch her, it only takes a brush of my fingertips on her firm breasts, her stiff nipples, and I shower her with my creamy load. "Ohh! It's hot!" she exclaims as she watches a second, third, fourth fountain of jizz coat her tits, dripping onto her taut belly.
She scoops up a little on her fingers and sucks it down. "Hm. Don't know. Tastes kind of funny, but I don't mind." She rests her head on my shoulder for a moment, sighing, "Funny. You save me from the ocean, then try to drown me in spunk!" As if on cue, she calls, "Bathroom!" and with a flourish of bathrobe, she is gone, calling out her territory in the corridor.
Part two soon to come
Mum's been working two jobs, both beneath her, so when the blenders have cash for a break, rather than making ends meet, we go away. Sam's Dad, of course, fucks up the booking: Holiday cottage, two bedrooms. "Well, you'll just have to manage!" my Mum says, "And try not to kill each other!" At least the beds are two singles, and we humph and mumble our way into an agreement. "I'm taking the bed nearest the door, in case I have to make a quick escape! And no dirty boy stuff in the night, okay!? Don't need to listen to you grunting like a caveman!" Sam commands. We unpack, she muttering all the while like...well, I don't need the argument.
We've arrived with enough time to check out the beach while the parental units visit what passes for a town, buying the stuff guess-who forgot to bring. Sam swims out while I watch the hotties on parade. I'm starting to hope what happens on holiday, stays on holiday... That blonde has got to have a boyfriend somewhere, but she is definitely smiling at me.... Then I realise I can't see Sam any more. Then there's an arm, a distant cry. Fuck! She's drifted beyond the markers, been caught by the riptide. I launch into the water, amazed by how calm it seems, even as it threatens my step-sister's life. Now, understand, I have never been a good swimmer, so when I reach her, and she starts to pull me under, I have no choice but to slap her gasping face into attention and tell her to "Fucking help me! Kick with your legs, or we're both gonna die!" Ever the realist, Sam glares at me, then complies, and somehow, somehow, we make it back to shore. She rests her head on my chest, gulping down air, then says, "You saved me! You saved my life!" She doesn't cry. In fact, I don't recall any time in her life when I've seen her cry. Instead, she looks up at me and whispers, "Thank you, Paul." I guide her to our towels and tell her, "You're my sister, ok? I'm not gonna let you drown! Now get cleaned up and not a word about this to the parental units! Because Mum'll pack us home tonight, and God knows she needs a break!" Sam concurs, and we head to the cottage.
After dinner, she uses the bathroom first. There's no lock, of course, so we all have to devise a calling out system! Some holiday. Anyway, a few minutes after we've got into our beds, I hear her whisper, "You awake, nerd?" I manage a tired grunt and she continues, "I'm frightened, Paul. I can't sleep. Must be the scare from today... I know you won't want to, but would you cuddle me, please?" I'm not sure she's ever asked me for anything; she probably resents me as much as I resent her, and I certainly don't recall a 'please' before. But I seem to remember telling her that she's my sister, and I would always protect her, something like that, while we walked back from the beach.
I climb into her bed, and she turns her back on me until we are spooning, quite comfortably, I have to admit. She pulls my arm around herself, and holds on tightly. So much so, that we wake up in the same position in the morning.
Unfortunately, this means my morning glory, having escaped the slit of my boxers, is poking between the cheeks of her pert little arse. Before I can move - it's a single bed, remember? There isn't much wiggle room, ok?! - she reaches behind herself. "Mmmmm" she purrs, sleepily, "what's that?" She grips my cock and turns swiftly, "Oh my God! You've got a stiffy, you pervert! Oh let me see it!" She pulls back the sheets and gasps, "Oh my....oh... It's huge! I've never seen one before!" She turns her fingers around it, and continues, "They said in biology the average is five or six inches, but that's what? Eight?"
"And a half" I add, proudly.
"You've measured it?!?! You pervy nerd!!!" Then her eyes fall from mine, but I can see her gaze is still on my erection. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean... You don't deserve that." Then her stare is back on my face, "Does it happen a lot?"
Somehow, I can deny her nothing. Well, she does have a firm grip on my cock. So I explain it happens in the morning, quite often at night, even during the night, and she interrupts, "How can it fit inside... You know.. in a girl? Oh! Have you ever.... Done it??!!" Her eyes are wide, and her mouth opens the same moment her grip tightens.
I confess I haven't, and she examines my shaft more closely. "Then, what do you do with it?" she asks quietly, genuinely curious. And her clever mind races ahead."Oh my word! You must be wanking off all day!" She tugs on my throbbing shaft. "Show me." And I don't hesitate. I stroke my rigid member, slowly , knowing I should make this experience last. Sam asks me, "What do you think about, while you're doing it?" Again, I have no choice but to tell her, "Jenny Watson" my crush at school.
Sam bursts out laughing, "Blow job Jenny? Oh you're wasting your time there, Paul! She blows Alex Walker, you know, the soccer captain, in the old shed behind the science block, every break and lunchtime! Fuck! It is her lunch! Everybody knows that!" Everyone but me, it seems. I have apparently been obsessing about Jenny so much, it never occurred to me she might be seeing someone else. And how. This news is a hammer blow to my hopes, my ego... And my hard on. Sam appears to sense my predicament, and whips her T-shirt over her head. "Think about me, instead!"
Her tits are small, a slight upturn to them, her dark nipples already hard, and she looks perfect to my hungry teenage eyes. When she tells me I can touch her, it only takes a brush of my fingertips on her firm breasts, her stiff nipples, and I shower her with my creamy load. "Ohh! It's hot!" she exclaims as she watches a second, third, fourth fountain of jizz coat her tits, dripping onto her taut belly.
She scoops up a little on her fingers and sucks it down. "Hm. Don't know. Tastes kind of funny, but I don't mind." She rests her head on my shoulder for a moment, sighing, "Funny. You save me from the ocean, then try to drown me in spunk!" As if on cue, she calls, "Bathroom!" and with a flourish of bathrobe, she is gone, calling out her territory in the corridor.
Part two soon to come
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