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Divorce is tough on any kid, but mine seemed especially so. My father was a heavy drinker, which is usually enough to ruin a marriage. My mother was apparently a slut, which is also fairly common. The kicker was that I wasn’t my father’s child, and it was news to all of us.
Looking at my father and I you’d swear I was his son. We both shared the same tussled brown hair, were moderately attractive men, and had a fairly lanky build. It was only when I was getting ready to go to college, and had to get medical exams done before attending, that I learned something new. My bloodwork yielded some kind of irregularity — I don’t know the full technical details of it — but they wanted to do bloodwork on my father to ensure that neither of us were at risk for what they considered to be a serious condition. We were relieved to receive a phone call saying that there was nothing to worry about medically, but not as relieved by the next bit of news: my father and I were unrelated biologically.
The ensuing clash between my mother and father turned my life into complete garbage, but tore their marriage in half. Always paranoid about her cheating, my father had found out that his greatest fears had come true. His rage, as always, turned him towards the sauce. He would come home drunk, and I frequently found myself and my mother locked away in my room while he drunkenly pounded the door, waiting for him to pass out in the hallway.
Inevitably the divorce came about and I found myself getting another kick in the pants — the court ruled that neither of my parents were suitable for custody. My mom didn’t make enough money, and my dad’s alcohol gave the court a damn good reason to keep me away from him (not that I minded). The court presented me the options of living with my biological father or being placed in foster care. Feeling awful about tearing my life apart and not wanting me to end up in some foster home, my parents agreed to find the biological father.
Are you ready for the third kicker? He’s dead. He had another family, wife and kids, but was killed in a snowmobile accident while on a “business trip” with a female colleague. Due to some court technicality, I was given the option of living with his surviving family members. Not much of an option, but hey, it’s better than a foster home.
It was around June that I moved in to my new house, and that’s where the story really begins. My mom drove me in our old SUV with all of my stuff in the back. It’s funny to think that everything I’d accumulated in 18 years of living can be packed into one car and shipped off in a day. I didn’t own much — clothes, a computer, and some photography equipment. I was saving most of my money from working at a local restaurant for college, which I was warned was an expensive lifestyle.
After a couple of hours of driving we pulled up to 1906 Civil Lane, and my jaw nearly dropped at what I saw. The place was a MANSION. I could only imagine what life would have been like had my mom married this guy instead of my boozing father. The landscaping was gorgeous, and the white house had black shutters framing the dozens of windows. I stepped onto the dark-stained porch, which extended the width of the house, and rang the doorbell while my mom waited in the car.
I know you’re waiting for me to say some big-titted bimbo showed up. This lady was, well, interesting. She was relatively fit, showing a normal amount of fat on her legs. Not really “fat” but I wouldn’t say well-sculpted. Her face was “pretty”…not necessarily instant-boner hot but you can tell she used to be a very pretty woman, and still was for the most part. “Well hey there son!” She opened the screen door and reached out and hugged me. “Let’s get y’all inside.”
I waved for my mom to come in, and she reluctantly did. “I’m Patti,” my new mom said as she guided us to the kitchen. It was weird to think that she was my new mom. She started pouring us iced tea and gestured for us to sit at the table. There was an awkward silence as we drank, and I could tell there was some kind of tension or resentment between the two women, probably because my real dad had cheated on one with the other.
“I’m not your mom,” my mom blurted out. Figuring she meant that she wasn’t my mom anymore, I just shrugged because it was an inappropriate comment to make. “No honey, I’m serious. Patti’s your biological mom.”
The story went like this — Patti and her husband used to work for some high-powered consulting company, and traveled the world. They were good friends with my parents, but my parents couldn’t conceive and wanted a child. Having a large account to take care of in Europe, the family had to move over there for a few years, but Patti couldn’t take care of a newborn baby and go to work. As a result, the mom I knew took care of me and well, they just “never gave me back.”
I was frustrated that I’d been lied to, and royally pissed that Patti had let me go just to take care of work. All of this was sent to the back illegal bahis of my mind when someone came in the front door. She was gorgeous — light brown hair, bright green eyes, and an extremely curvy body. She was wearing tight denim jeans and a tied t-shirt, like a typical southern hottie from the movies. This, as I learned, was Bea — my biological sister who was a bit older than me at 19.
The rest of the day was spent moving my belongings in. Due to the house’s huge size, I got my own room. I found myself sneaking looks at Bea. She was just gorgeous, and while she was technically my sister she was basically a new, hot girl that lived next door to me. My mom and I said our goodbyes, and she promised to visit both me and Patti. Since they didn’t have to hide my false adoption anymore, they could continue their friendship normally. I settled in my room to unpack, and was soon called down for dinner.
I came downstairs and almost jumped out of my skin when I saw the kitchen table with 2 pizza boxes and 4 women around it. Every one of them smiled, and they were all clearly related. I sat down and waited for the introductions to begin. I already knew Bea and Patti, but there was also Clara. Clara had just turned 18, and had lighter blond hair than Bea. She was kind of scrawny, but had a pretty face and a nice smile. She seemed a bit…naive and kind of ditzy to be honest. There was also Samantha, who was 23 and seemed disinterested in me. She, like Bea, was quite a looker and had the best body out of all of them. We ate pizza and talked about school. We were almost done with high school and waiting for the summer to begin. After the pizza was finished I went up to my room for more unpacking.
The first thing I did was set up my computer, because I wanted to be able to watch movies or play music while I did the rest of my unpacking. Having drank a lot of soda, I had to use the restroom though. Wandering the halls of the gargantuan palace, I heard a shower running and figured I’d found the right place. I opened the door to the bathroom to find Clara naked, scrubbing away in what looked like a locker-room sized shower.
“Oh!” she yelled, covering herself as she realized she wasn’t alone anymore. “Sorry!” I quickly apologized, “I don’t know where the bathroom is?” She laughed and gave me directions — apparently rich people put toilets in separate rooms from showers.
I went and returned to my room, finding myself starting to get a bit frisky. I hadn’t jerked off in days, and I had just seen Clara’s naked body. Sure, she wasn’t porn-star hot, but she had a very cute ass and judging from the handful she was trying to cover up, a good pair to go with it. I locked my door and muted my computer, turning on some porn so that I could jerk off. I pulled a wad of tissues out of a box on the nightstand and started going to town while I laid on the bed. I sat there pumping myself faster while thinking of Clara’s skinny frame, pretending she was massaging her tits while I watched her in the shower. I didn’t sneak a look at her snatch (would’ve been too obvious) but I imagined it was neatly trimmed. I bet she was a closet whore, the girl that the whole family thinks is an angel but is really a big slut. I finally came all over my bare stomach and relaxed a bit to catch my breath.
I was interrupted, however, as my door opened and Patti came in. “Oh, God!” she yelled and covered her eyes while slamming the door shut. She had clearly walked in and seen my cock hanging out, and probably the jizz streams across my stomach. She knocked on the door “Can I come in?” Wiping myself off sloppily and pulling my pants up I told her she could. “Listen,” I began to explain, “I was just –“
“It’s ok,” she interrupted. “It’s natural, I don’t really care and I don’t want to talk about it, I just wanted to come in and let you know that this door sticks a little so you have to shut it really hard. I guess it’s a little late for that…” she trailed off, looking at how much I’d unpacked — and the porn that was still playing on my computer. “Oh well, I’ll leave you to your…unpacking.” She got up and left without looking back, while I sat in my bed, mortified.
Fuck. I hadn’t even been here for 12 hours and I’ve already made things more awkward. I’ve jerked off to my sister, my mom walked in on it, and this is only on top of the boatload of problems I’ve been having lately. I decided to call it a night and go to sleep. I turned down the light, put a movie on my computer, and crawled into my new bed.
It couldn’t have been 10 minutes later that I heard a light knock on my door. In came Samantha, who was wearing baggy pajama pants and a tank top. The pajamas didn’t flatter her lower half, but I couldn’t help but look at the cleavage that was basically falling out of her tank top. I could see the light from the television casting highlights on her pert breasts, and could see the faint outlines of her nipples, as she apparently didn’t believe in wearing a bra to bed. She illegal bahis siteleri approached the bed and kneeled down next to it, speaking in a soft whisper. “Hey guess what?”
“What?” I responded, feeling kind of awkward and still shaken up from my previous encounters.
“I heard Mom walk in on you whacking off.” A ghastly look struck my face. She didn’t seem turned on, or anything remotely arousing, she looked like she found it hilarious. “I also heard that you walked in on Clara in the shower.” My face got even whiter. “Are you a fucking pervert? You haven’t even been here a day and you’re already jacking off to my little sister? OUR little sister?” She looked pissed, and I felt really ashamed. I sat there looking at the ground for an awkward pause. “Well?”
“I…” I started, but really had no explanation. “Yeah, I guess.” Man, did that feel shitty to say.
“Well,” she said in a prissy voice while she stood up, “that’s all I needed to hear. I’m going to have you moved to foster care, you’re a predator.”
“I’m not a predator! Look, it was an innocent encounter, I’m really emotional right now, I just had to let off some steam.”
“That’s no excuse Jim,” she looked at me sternly. “We all have steam but we don’t let it off like that, it’s not natural.” At that point we looked at each other, but differently. We both made the connection and I couldn’t help but stare at her buxom figure, making my opinion noted with a bulge that was starting to show through the blanket.
“Please don’t tell anyone Samantha,” I begged, “I’ll do anything. Just name it and I’ll do it. I don’t have much money but –” I stopped as she walked closer to me. “What are you doing?”
“I have steam built up too Jim,” she started as she pulled the blanket down.
“But you said this isn’t natural!”
“I’m just going to use you Jim. If you don’t want to do this, I’ll tell everyone you jerk off to Clara. If you tell anyone that we did anything, I’ll tell everyone you jerk off to Clara. If you don’t do exactly as I say, I’ll — “
“I get the picture,” I said, starting to get a bit annoyed with her cocky attitude. “What do you want me to do?” I figured she’d want me to finger her, or watch porn with her, or something like that.
“Just shut up, I’ll tell you.”
She took off her pajama pants and revealed everything I hoped they’d been hiding. She had firm thighs, and a tight little thong that outlined a sculpted, tight ass. It was perfectly round, and held up high and proud, still round. She slipped the thong off around her ankle and climbed over me, facing my cock. “I want you to lick me, ok?” I nodded, not daring say a word. Here I was, my first night in this house, and I was going to 69 with the hottest woman I’d ever seen!
Or so I thought. She slowly lowered her crotch onto my face. The sweet musky smell made my cock completely hard, despite having taken care of it only a little while ago. She touched her wet slit down to my face and moaned as soon as my tongue slivered around. I could tell she had a lot of steam built up. I fished my cock out of my underwear, only to have her slap my hand away. “You fucking pervert, don’t jerk off now. I’m using you remember?” She started to grind her pussy against my face, rubbing its sweet juice all over me. I tried to ask her if I was doing ok, but every time I tried to talk she pushed harder with her crotch. Finally she was sitting straight up, using my face as a chair. “Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk,” she moaned as she rode me. “Yessss Jim, lick me…lick MEEEEEEEEE!” I worked my tongue feverishly, trying to find a way to breathe. I was enjoying every lick, every drop of her sweet cunt. She was getting close to orgasm, and apparently didn’t want to, as she sat up off my face. “Do you like that bitch? Do you like it when I sit on your face?” I nodded with a grin, to which she responded by pressing my head back down against the bed.
She sat back down, this time planting her ass on my face. “How about that Jim? Do you like when I put your face in my ass?” I responded by sticking my tongue out — I’d never licked an ass before. I could smell the distinct aroma of ass and pussy, it was quite sexy, and it tasted the same. She squirmed as I licked up and down her crack, burying my face between her ass cheeks. “Ohhhhh that’s right Jim, lick your sister’s ass. Tongue my asshole too!” I started flicking my tongue around her asshole, and she started playing with her clit. At this point she really started shaking the bed, and I was worried the rattling would alert everyone in the house. “Yeahhhhh Jim, put it inside, do it!” I tried really hard and finally managed to pry open the clamp that was her asshole, snaking my tongue inside. The taste was neither bad nor great, but I was more focused on the fact that her glorious ass cheeks were surrounding my face. Finally she pushed down really hard, and I felt a hot liquid stream down my neck and chest. “AHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK” she moaned as she splashed cum all over canlı bahis siteleri me. I wish I’d been able to watch her as the orgasm built up, bud I was up to my eyes in gorgeous ass. Her breathing slowed and she dismounted from my face, and started getting dressed while I wiped up her juices from my chest.
“That felt REALLY good, I needed that.” She said with a sigh.
“We should do it again sometime?” I hinted, which was met with a scoff. “Ugh, you pervert.” Confused, I turned off the movie and decided to call it a night for real.
When I woke up in the morning I came downstairs to find Bea making breakfast. She made me a plate of eggs and sausage and I ate quietly, hoping she didn’t hear the sounds from last night. Patti came down and read the newspaper, and recommended I go up and get ready early for what would be one of my last days of school. I had forgotten all about going to a new school, but since it was really only a few days until graduation I didn’t care. I headed upstairs and went to the shower to get cleaned up.
I stripped down and turned on the water, once again admiring the shower’s size. It had 6 showerheads, and even fancy shampoo dispensers. I decided to turn a bunch of the showerheads on and give myself a big shower, just for fun. As I started lathering up, Clara entered in a bathrobe. I immediately turned around to hide my cock, figuring her seeing my ass wasn’t really a big deal.
“Hey, you’re hoggin’ all the showerheads!” she said. I looked over my shoulder to see that she was now completely in the nude, with her arms crossed and tapping her foot impatiently. She walked over to one and turned it away, and began showering as if nothing was wrong.
“Uh…Clara? I’m kinda showering here…” I muttered, trying not to gawk at her body.
“So? Jim the shower’s this big for a reason…we all have to get ready at the same time for school, it’s just easier this way. Get over seeing your naked sisters, we all have. Besides — ” I wanted to point out that it was different, since I was a guy, but something else did the pointing for me, and Clara stopped upon seeing my boner. “Uh…wow Jim. Thanks for the complement!” She laughed and I blushed redder than a tomato.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that — “
“Oh don’t worry, I think it’s flattering!” I began to wonder where this could be going…”Do all naked girls make you do that?”
The real answer was yes, but if this girl was anything like her sister I might be able to get something out of this, so I stuck with a good old fashioned lie: “No.”
She started to approach me, “Do I do that to you? Because you like my body?” Aha! I was right, she is a closet whore!
“That’s…how it works, you know.” I replied with a nervous chuckle.
“Oh, I didn’t know that,” she said with a genuinely confused face. She wasn’t a whore, she just wasn’t that bright. “I mean, how should I know, I’ve never seen one of those before!”
It was a good point. I looked at her body again and felt my cock pulse harder. She had breasts that were round, but hung lower. You know, the teardrop-shaped breasts that are actually real-looking when you compare them to the ones in porn. “Would you like to look at it closer?” That was it, all of my chips were in. If she said no, then I was a pervert who couldn’t see a naked girl without trying to have sex with her, sister or not. If she said yes, then this summer just got a whole lot more interesting.
Without actually saying anything, she bent down and looked at it. “It’s kinda veiny,” she remarked while looking at it head-on. She dipped her head lower to inspect my balls, and I widened my stance so that she could look. “Is it ok if I touch it?” I nodded, and she wrapped her fingers around it. “Does this feel good?”
“It feels nice. The thing that guys really like is when you pump it kind of,” I explained as she started slowly jerking me off. “Yeah, like that.”
She seemed pleased with herself, and continued to jerk me off. “I like the idea that I’m pretty to you,” she said while she stroked my cock, clearly not realizing that this was supposed to be a sexy thing. “I also like the idea of doing things that feel good to you. It’s like a backrub, but further down!” She was adorably naive. “What else can I do?”
“Well you can kiss it, or lick it, or suck on it like a lollipop.” She didn’t seem enthused, although to be honest I wouldn’t either. “That feels like 10 times better…” I added. Not wanting to disappoint, she shrugged and started pumping my cock into her mouth. The steam from the shower made it feel really good, and as my sister sucked my cock I found myself looking at her swaying tits. “Wow Clara, you’re really good at this!” It was a white lie, but I wanted her to feel proud and want to do it more. With her lips wrapped around my hard cock she smiled and then began to stand up. “Whoa? Where are you going? You have to finish!”
“Finish?” she looked puzzled. Christ, the girl was old enough to have taken sex ed, she should know how this works.
“Yeah. If you do things like that enough for a guy, where it feels really good, then he ejaculates or ‘cums’.” She looked interested, so I continued, “It basically feels a HUNDRED times as good, and — “
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