Family Bonds

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This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this story are over the age of 18, are not real, nor are they in any way related to any real living individual. The intent is strictly for the enjoyment of all readers, and it is not an endorsement of any theme and/or lifestyle.

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For as long as I remembered she was always there. My dad had left when I was young and had remarried when I was about four. I never really knew my dad and had always had Greg as my father figure. The “she” I’ve mentioned is my younger sister Chelsea, she’s only my step-sister, not my real sister but because we grew up together we’ve always had that same bond and rivalry that can only come with being siblings. We were the same age but I never saw her that way, as she was always shy and mousey, even though we still managed to get in lots of trouble together, likely my doing due to my mischievous habits. She was always a bit of an angel, daddy’s little girl.

This didn’t stop me from trying to corrupt her. I was always daring her to do things like throw mud at windows, painting things we shouldn’t and even playing I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. She was the first girl I ever saw naked and the first I’d ever played doctor with but we were just kids. We were teenagers now and trying to become adults. I have to mention, we were once caught playing doctor by Greg. He wasn’t happy. He blamed me for the whole thing, choosing to tar my hide in the process.

In the last few years Chelsea had gone from the most quiet, un-shapely, little girl to becoming a perky, buxom, flirtatious, gorgeous young woman. She was still slim, as she’d always had a small frame but her hips had begun to form and she went up two cup sizes to a C. I watched her transform herself both outside and in. I even actively encouraged her somewhat on the latter of the two. These days she hung out with less than reputable girls, ones that were known to sleep with almost anyone. I was a geek though, I hung out with primarily guys most days, spending time in the library playing role playing games.

But because Chelsea and I were good friends I chose to hang out with her and her friends some days. It’s how I knew the girls she hung out with were a little on the skanky side. I’d actually played around with two of the girls in her group. This fascinated Chelsea. I chose not to tell her as soon as it had happened, but somehow she figured out that I had fingered one of her best friends. Kelly, the girl I had fingered, had apparently told Chelsea that she had another notch in her sexual belt. When Chelsea pressed for who it was, Kelly had either told her outright or Chelsea had worked it out for herself from the hints.

Chelsea was clever and had become curious about anything sex related. Chelsea had been a late bloomer and had only started dating recently. Considering we were both in our last school year it was highly unusual. The first time Chelsea did something with a boy, I was the first person she came to for questions. I was surprised honestly, firstly that she’d been with a boy and secondly that she trusted me so much. It was from this point that we shared all our crushes together, our dates and anything sexual. This time was different though, she was close to Kelly. As I didn’t want to make it awkward for her, I kept my mouth shut. But once she’d made it obvious that she knew what I’d done she was all over me for details.

It was a Wednesday night, four days after I’d hooked up with Kelly. I was sitting in my room playing video games when I heard the tap on my door. Not the door to my room but the door to our shared walk in wardrobe. The shared wardrobe meant we never had to leave our rooms to chat. She popped her head around the door.

“What you doin’?” She said, her big hazel eyes peeking into my room.

“Just gaming, so nothing much,” I replied pausing my game. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” she said as she stepped into my room and plopped down on to my bed. She was still wearing her school dress. “So bored,” she continued as she lay against the bed. I swiveled around on my chair to see her stretching out, lifting her skirt high and showing quite a bit of leg. I looked away, trying not to stare. Regardless of her being attractive she was still effectively my sister. Thankfully a moment later she rolled towards me.

“So anything interesting happen at school today?” She said resting her arm under her head.

“Yeah,” I chuckled to myself. “You know how I started that chef initiative? Well we made this custard thing right, but mine was like super mutant custard. I don’t know what I did but it was fucked.” She laughed a little as I continued my story. “I totally forgot we were having the class today too, so I didn’t bring a container or anything. Only thing I could use was a plastic bag. So when I went out to break I was carrying this big bag of gluggy snot like custard.”

“Ewwww, that just sounds so gross,” she said scrunching up her face.

“Yep, it gets worse though.”

“I don’t think I want to know,” she replied antalya escort grimacing.

“Nah trust me you do,” I said chuckling again. “I tried giving it away, a few people stuck their fingers in to taste only to spit it out pretty much straight away, that was until I gave it to Scotty.”

“Oh god, what did he do?” She said still looking uneasy.

“Well I said he could have it, so he took the whole bag and poured it down the book return,” I said holding back a laugh. Chelsea burst out, unable to contain herself.

“He’s crazy,” she said continuing to laugh.

“Tell me about it.”

After we’d stopped laughing she stared at me for a second before her interrogation began.

“Did you see Kelly at all today?” she said making me wonder why she been so fixed on Kelly the last few days.

“No, not really, should I have?” I asked.

“She just disappeared for a while and I wondered if she was hanging out with you,” she said innocently. I knew something was up.

“Why would she be hanging with me?” I said pretending not to know. She just stared at me for a second without saying anything.

“What?” I demanded, squirming in my chair.

“I know you know,” she said smirking at me.

“Know what?” I said playing dumb.

“You and Kelly…” She said leaving the words hang in the air.

“Me and Kelly what?” I said hoping she didn’t know.

“That you did something together, I’m not stupid. Why didn’t you tell me?” She said looking a little hurt. “I tell you everything.”

“Hey I tell you almost everything. I just didn’t know how to tell you this one. She is like one of your best friends and really it was nothing, we just messed around. It’s not going to turn into anything. She’s not my type.”

“If she’s not your type, why did you do anything with her?”

“I guess because she likes me enough to let me touch her.” She laughed a little at my response and then changed to a comforting tone.

“Aw Dunk,” she cooed, using her pet name for me. “There are other girls that like you. That you would probably like more, ya’ know?”

“Well I don’t know who they are, care to tell?”

“Can’t really tell you, might be a secret,” she said, a grin stretching across her face.

“Are you trying to tell me that someone I’ve liked or have had a crush on before now likes me?” I said raising an eyebrow. She just shrugged and smiled.

“You don’t get info for free.”

“So I have to spill the beans on what happened don’t I?” She kept her sly smile and nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

She sat up and leaned against my pillow, urging me to come over to the bed.

“So when did it happen?” She asked turning her body towards me.

“I thought you already knew…” I said before she interrupted.

“Well I know it was obviously at the party, but I was busy.”

“Yeah I noticed you vanished about half way through, who were you with?”

“Ryan, but this isn’t about me,” she said trying to shift the focus back towards me.

“Ugh Ryan, really?” I said displeased.

“What’s wrong with Ryan? Well apart from the fact that he touched me like a mechanic,” she said laughing. I laughed with her. This is how she put it when a guy swiveled their hands while groping her chest.

“Really that bad huh?”

“Yeah he was pretty bad, oh well, he’s what Kelly likes to call a starter,” she chuckled.

“He’s not the first though. Wasn’t Lucas better, I seem to recall you saying something on the lines that he was?”

“Pretty much any of the guys that have touched me have been better than Ryan.”

“That’s good to hear. I can’t bear to think he’s had his hands on you.”

“A little jealous are we?” She said stirring me over dramatically placing her head on my shoulder.

“Protective maybe,” I said pushing her a little away from me.

“Aren’t I pretty enough to be jealous about?” She asked still playing with me. I knew whatever answer I gave she’d still get the reaction she wanted. I always played right into her hands. She could always manipulate me. I decided with the honest route.

“Not what I meant, you know you are gorgeous.”

“See, I knew there was a reason I love you so much,” she said gripping on to my arm. She hugged my arm for a few moments before pressing again. “That doesn’t mean you get out of telling me about Kelly though.”

“Alright alright,” I said. “There’s not much to tell really. We were sitting with Julie and Martha closely on the couch. Kelly was wearing that floppy dress which meant her skin was touching mine. Every time she moved our skin brushed together. It was nice, the feel of her skin on mine. Then Julie pulled out a bottle of passion pop…”

“Feral,” Chelsea blurted cutting me off.

“I know right. Anyway I had a little swig, Kelly and Julie finished off the bottle. We were laughing and joking and because of that we were moving around a little bit. Our skin kept touching every time we moved. I couldn’t help but be a little artvin escort excited.”

“Really?” She asked surprised. “Is that all it takes?”

“Well sometimes yeah, if it feels nice then yeah it can. I mean if she’d been prickly it wouldn’t have likely.” She laughed at my response.

“So what if I did this?” She said swinging her legs around placing them in my lap.

“Well, our legs aren’t really touching are they? I still have pants between us.”

“Good, I’m more comfy this way,” she said giggling.

“Like I was saying,” I said rolling my eyes at her. “Julie and Martha said they were going outside. I didn’t really want to move as I was pretty comfortable and my legs were getting a bit cold. Kelly said she was going to stay too. I asked Julie to pass a nearby blanket and I threw it over our laps. As I placed it back down, I lay my hand down on Kelly’s leg.”

“You sly dog,” she mocked.

“What can I say, it works,” I chuckled. “She didn’t move either. Well not in a bad way, she squished her leg closer to me. So slowly I flattened out my hand onto her leg. I wiggled my fingers a little as she began to talk to me again. I could tell she liked me touching her leg because from time to time she would breathe heavier or gasp. It only spurred me to push further though. So inch by inch I slipped my hand further down to her thigh. Suddenly she moved the blanket a bit and put her hand high on my thigh. It was on top of my shorts but she was still kneading my upper thigh.”

Chelsea shifted herself on the bed wriggling her legs across my lap. It sure didn’t help my situation as I was getting excited just retelling the encounter. I didn’t want her to stop but at the same time I felt dirty. I didn’t want to alert her to the fact that I was sporting an erection that was brushing up against her leg. It broke my focus for the briefest moment.

“Why’d you stop?” She asked moving her left leg so it was resting on the smooth skin of my knee.

“Oh um, sorry I just forgot where I was up to for a second,” I said trying not show that I was nervous and enjoying her skin resting against mine. “So my fingers walked further up the inside of her thigh until I began to feel the sweat where her thighs would have usually been stuck together. She parted her legs further beckoning me to go further.”

“I bet she did,” Chelsea added pulling her right calf across the cloth of my tented shorts. It was hard to tell if she had been doing it on purpose or absentmindedly, knowing her though she was likely teasing me. Lately she had taken a liking to stir me whenever we got talking about girls and anything related to sex. It was like she enjoyed winding me up. It was such a contrast to the quiet little girl she had been just one year prior.

“Do you want to know the rest or do you want me to stop?” I said teasing her knowing fully well that she would be dying for the details.

“I was just stating that she would already want you,” she said grinning at me.

“You could say that,” I said smiling back. “And what kind of guy would I have been if I’d denied her of that?”

“Not a gentleman, like the one we know you to be,” she said poking me with her right hand and giggling.

“Quite,” I said in my most toffy accent. “So I did what any good man would do, I gave her what she wanted.”

“You slut,” she said giggling again.

“How am I a slut?” I said knowing she was only joking.

“Well you didn’t really like her that much but you were still happy to stick your hand up her dress.”

“How is that any different from you and Ryan?” I said poking her back knowing it was the exactly the same kind of scenario. She just looked at me for second as if searching for an answer.

“Fair enough point,” she said laughing.

“And haven’t you ever heard the saying never look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“Hang on I thought you said you with Kelly, not Julie,” she said holding back a snigger. I couldn’t help but crack up; it was a mean joke but funny. We always made fun of Julie for her extremely long face. A lot of guys who were pricks referred to her as horse face. Still it was funny considering the context.

After our giggle session we got back to the job at hand.

“So you had gotten your fingers on her upper thigh, then…?” she prompted me back into the story. I tried to compose myself again before continuing.

“Extremely slowly I rubbed circles closer and closer towards the front of her panties, when the tip of my finger glanced across one of her pubic hairs.”

“Ewwww, is she really hairy? I always imagined she was hairy,” she said, slanting up on her elbows, wrinkling her nose.

“Not particularly. It was just that she hadn’t been wearing any panties, none at all. My fingers had literally grazed the front of her pussy.”

“Really?” She said surprised. “Why wasn’t she wearing panties?”

“Maybe because she was hoping some guy would feel her up at the party.”

“That dirty bitch,” she said giggling again.

“Hey beylikdüzü escort I wasn’t complaining,” I said smiling.

“So what did she do back?” She asked hanging on my words.

“Well her hand moved to the tip of my erection and squeezed me through my shorts.” Chelsea lay back down again, pushing her right leg down against my crutch again. I flinched hoping she wouldn’t feel the full strength of my hard cock burrowing into her calf. I shifted a little underneath her and she corrected her leg so it was pressing against me again. Unlikely an accident this time and it felt far more deliberate. She was winding me up.

“Then what happened?” She asked stretching out again lifting her dress up high on her thigh. I tried not to stare and looked over towards my computer just to distract myself.

“Well then I slid my fingers through her course pubes down to her wet slit. I just skirted the outside and a string of her stickiness clung to my fingertip,” I said in precise detail.

“And then you finger fucked her like crazy,” she said as if trying to speed up my story.

“I thought you wanted every single detail?” I said tickling under her knee. She giggled and moved quickly smacking her heel into the back of my thigh.

“Don’t make me get you back,” she said raising her hands up defensively.

“Did you want me to finish?” I asked seriously.

“Why are you close to cumming?” She said filthier than I’d heard her talk before.

“What happened to the quiet little good girl I used to run around with hey?” I said shaking my head at her.

“I don’t know,” she said. “She probably went away when you asked to see her naked,” she said poking her tongue out at me.

“No,” I said brushing off the comment. “She was still here a year ago, til you started hanging out with Kelly and her crew.”

“Maybe I’m just growing up and finding there’s more to the world than dolls and the little mermaid.”

“Hey don’t knock the little mermaid, she is still pretty cool.” She just shrugged playfully at me and smirked. “I know you are curious about all this stuff but just don’t go and grow up too fast.”

“Don’t worry,” she said smiling coyly at me. “That’s what I have you for. You can teach me everything I need to know about grown up things.” I raised an eyebrow at the comment, where was she going exactly?

“So get back to the story did you go further?” She said pressing me to jump ahead of my tale.

“Did you want me to rush through this story or give you all the details?” I said pretending to be annoyed. “Because I could just leave it here if you like?”

“I’m sorry,” She said looking at me her puppy dog eyes, batting her eyelids at me. “I still want to hear all the details; will you please continue the story?” She said her puppy eyes fading away replaced by a seductive look and a smirk.

“Well when you ask like that how can a man refuse?” I said smiling back. “I have to admit there’s not a lot more to tell but here goes. So my fingers had just touched the corner of her pubes. I could tell she was already excited. The heat coming of her pussy was intense, the heat alone made my fingers tingle.”

“That’s hot,” she said wriggling her legs again a little, the pressure of her leg sending twitching sensations through my cock.

“I thought so at the time regardless of the fact that I wasn’t super attracted to her. Anyway I stretched my fingers further out until the touched the top of her slit. My finger slid down the face of her mound, gliding down the moist crack.”

“You definitely have a way with words,” she said dragging her right leg back across my crutch, tilting her knee up a little. Likely unintentionally parting her legs a little more and lifting her skirt so that from where I sat I could see right up it. If I’d tried to turn it away it might seem obvious and she would get embarrassed, that’s what I told myself anyway. Really I was no damn horny and staring at my step sisters little cotton panties was like water to a thirsty man. They were white with little frills on the sides and they clung to her body tightly showing her curvature.

“Well I…” I said catching a frog in my mouth. “I try my best; I do want to be a writer when I grow up after all.”

“If you write like you tell stories I’ll buy all your books,” she said giggling.

“Well at least I’ll have one fan,” I said unknowingly tapping her bare knee with my right hand.

Her skin was smooth to touch, smoother than Kelly’s leg. It was so soft, like as if her body was made of silk. I quickly placed my hand back down to my side. She hadn’t moved or flinched but I still didn’t want to leave my hand there. Right now even the touch of her thigh might be enough to set me off in my shorts. The constant pressure of her leg against me was well enough to deal with. I pressed on with the story though even though it wasn’t helping the state she had put me in.

“So, I parted her sopping lips and slowly circled my finger around her hard clit,” at that Chelsea let out an audible moan.

“See, now why couldn’t I have had a guy like you that knew what he was doing?” She said pressing her right calf down again against my crutch.

“We can’t all be amazing,” I said flourishing my hands realizing now she had been doing it intentionally.

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