While Brandy found a new object of lust at soccer camp, I was busy meeting my Dad's and future stepfamily in California. My Dad picked me up at the airport and drove me to his house. We chatted about our new lives, and I moved the conversation towards his fiancée, Janice Ivory. They dated six months before moving in together, and he proposed after a year. Janice worked in real estate, was a few years older than him, white, recently divorced, and had a daughter. Nothing too shocking or unusual. I had already made up my mind to try to like her. My mother wasn't too thrilled about the re-marriage, but she was dating someone too, and besides, my Dad deserved to be happy.
We drove into a neighborhood deep in the suburbs and pulled up to a house that looked like it should've been in an episode of _Desperate Housewives_. It even had a white picket fence. So different from the loud, vibrant Puerto Rican neighborhood I had grown up and still lived in back home.
Janice came out of the house to greet us. I immediately took her a few steps down in my mind. She wore way too much makeup for one thing, caked on to hide an abundance of wrinkles. Her blouse was at least two sizes too small. Her large cleavage oozed out of her top almost to her chin, and jiggled as she walked. She had on a pair of shorts the same size as her blouse, leaving the bottom curves of her ass exposed. Her large high heels made her hips sway widely as she came down the steps and embraced my father.
She turned to me and held out a hand with the fingers pointed down. Her nasal voice scrubbed on my nerves. "You must be Maria. I'm so glad to meet you. Your father told me so much about you."
"Yeah. Nice to meet you, too." I shook her extended hand, which seemed to confuse her. Not sure what she wanted me to do, kiss it?
I looked behind her. The girl who came down the steps made me catch my breath. Her slender legs moved with the grace of a dancer, even walking down the steps of her house. Her white ruffled skirt stopped short of her thighs, tapering up to a narrow waist. She wore a pink shirt that swelled neatly over small but well-rounded breasts. She had left it unbuttoned at the neck, and what a neck it was. Long and graceful like a swan. Her long straight blonde hair draped around her shoulders. Her oval face had a feline beauty with high cheekbones and piercing gray eyes that fixed on me with curiosity.
Janice turned to wave her hand at the girl behind her. "This is my daughter, Christine."
Before I could introduce myself, Janice interrupted by clapping her hands together. "Well, you must be tired from your long drive. Come, let's get inside and show you your room."
Janice put her hand around my father's waist and walked with him to the house. I almost screamed when she slid her hand down to cup his butt. Right in front of me. I really did try, but I did not like this woman.
Her daughter was another story, though. She gave me a shy smile as she turned to head back to the house. I pulled my suitcase on its wheels up the walk and followed her, calling out, "My name's Maria, by the way."
Christine bowed her head towards me. "Nice to meet you, Maria. Welcome to the family."
Her comment shocked me back to Earth. This wasn't just some hottie. This was my stepsister. Well, future stepsister, technically, since our parents hadn't married. I forced myself to keep my eyes straight as we walked up the stairs, but I couldn't help glancing down at her legs as they carried her up the stairs and noting the sway of her ass. So amazing.
We went inside the house and Christine led me to a very plain room with a small bed. "You'll be sleeping here. This used to be my Mom's study. Hope it's okay. I'll be next-door."
She turned away with a smile and walked out of the room. I called out thanks, closed the door, and set my suitcase down on the bed to unpack. The vision of Christine kept popping into my head, along with things I wanted to do with her. Her breasts looked so firm, her ass so tight, her legs so smooth and delicate. I wanted to kiss my way up those legs from her toes to her inner thigh and beyond. I don't mind saying I felt like pond scum when I would interrupt my fantasies to remind myself she was my stepsister. Future stepsister.
I heard a thumping noise coming from the wall. Curious, I walked over to it. That's when I noticed a hole in the wall. It looked like it had once been a hole for a nail or some other kind of support. On a whim, I leaned closer. I could see a light coming from inside it, and heard rock music, too.
Through the hole, I could see into the next room. It was Christine's. Everything was in shades of a beautiful pink, including the frilly bed where Christine lay on her stomach. Her head faced the opposite wall, and her legs faced me, curved up as she swung them in the air above her. It looked like she was reading a magazine or something. I breathed harder when I realized I could see up Christine's skirt. In the shadows beneath it, I could make out soft pink. I assumed the darkness was her panties until she shifted her legs a little wider and I saw the sheen of gold from her pubic hair. She wasn't wearing underwear.
My hands found their way to my breasts, kneading them gently as I watched her swing her feet above her, shifting her thighs open wider. Her pussy came into view. Such a beautiful slit, draped in the blonde threads of her bush. I reached one hand down to slide it into the waist of my jeans. My fingers found the warm moistness of my own slit and stroked it, drawing out a moan.
Christine sat up and swung her legs off the bed. I grit my teeth in disappointment. Then she reached down and tugged her blouse over her head. Her white lacy bra made me bite my lip. Her breasts filled out the cups so nicely. I stroked my pussy a little more just at the view of her teenage breasts. When she reached back to unhook her bra, and it fell away to expose her tits, I rubbed myself even faster. Her breasts curved upwards slightly at the tips, giving them a teardrop shape. I ached to suck on them.
I unzipped my jeans and let them slide down my round ass to my ankles. Freed, I used my other hand to pull my panties to one side and rub my clit with an index finger. The pleasure intensified as I watched Christine bend over, facing away from me, making her cheeks part to expose her little white pussy. She was adjusting the volume on her stereo. The music boomed louder and Christine began to dance, naked.
She moved with the same grace I had seen when she walked down the stairs. It was like a cross between a hip-hop booty dance and a ballet. Her leg came up in a graceful pirouette that also showed me her slit again, something I never tired of. Her breasts and butt jiggled slightly as she moved up and down. I took it all in, feeling a hunger that my circling finger between my legs only made worse. I wanted to crawl over that hot body, savor the contrast of her pink skin against my brown skin, feel those soft blonde hairs between her legs on my tongue, run my hands over that firm little butt. My mouth hung open. I took quick breaths as I pumped two fingers in and out of my cunt.
When Christine bent at the waist and her breasts bobbed against her chin, all my sexual tension released in an orgasm that made my legs give way. I sank to my knees. My hand clamped against my pussy, feeling it spasm, and groaned at the top of my lungs, almost screaming.
As the climax began to ease, leaving me quivering on the carpet, I heard a knock on the door. Christine's voice came through it to me. "Maria? Are you all right?"
"Yes." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm great. Just hit my knee."
"Oh, okay. Well, let me know if you need anything."
I so badly wished I could. I needed her. But I couldn't. I had to keep telling myself, whispering out loud, "She's my stepsister. She's my stepsister."
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