Sundae Morning

Everyone in this story is over 18. We were young but not that young!

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Ok, we were bored. A bunch of teens playing spades while the common rains pelted the roof of the small trailer house. Stefani, bitch step-sister, and Jacques the neighbor kid. Boy. Man. Whatever. The three of us. Stefani and I were 1 year apart and she was larger than I was, long curly black hair from a bottle, I was sure. I thought she was pretty, but not conventionally so. I knew she and Jacques were an on again, off again item. Our dumb as rocks, but hot as fuck neighbor was 19. He usually had the weed and he's cute, so we didn't mind having him around. Our parents were married, but we knew next to nothing about one another.

We were talking about making sundaes, but when we opened the freezer, all we had was frozen cool whip and some strawberry syrup in the fridge. Great. We had no car and no money. Quest ended.

We retreated back to the living room.

I sat next to Jacques on the couch. He was in his shorts and really nothing else. Dumb kid, but hot. So, we sat there with nothing to do, however boredom leads us in interesting ways. It started as a joke. Stefani noticed the beginnings of an erection and proceeded to explain to me that his member was enormous. I called bullshit.

He at first was embarrassed by this, but then he said he could prove it. Stefani laughed at me and placed my hand on his shorts. I had never felt one before; a penis. It was alien to me that there was this large cylinder just growing with each touch. I asked him if I could feel it, and he was okay with that, so I stuck my hands up the side of his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear and it was a combination of hard and soft. I stroked it and tried to wrap my hand around it. The size of it caught me off guard and I gasped! Not wanting to call attention to it, I tried to stay cool and nonchalant.

Jacques stayed very still while I explored his penis. What a good boy he was! The velvety skin moved while small veins underneath popped, and I could feel each one as it pulsed upwards. It was really starting to make me blush, but I was so curious that I had to continue to stroke it. It was like stepping into a forbidden world-I could not help myself! The lame videos in sex ed had not prepared me for the sight and touch and smell of the real thing. I traced my index finger around the head of his penis and felt the slippery fluid forming. He took a deep breath and shifted slightly.

Jacques looked at Stefani and held my hand to stop me. Weren't we supposed to have a sundae? Stefani and I looked at each other and smirked. Somehow, we convinced him to let us tie him up in a game of truth or dare. I guess he chose dare. His erection waned some as we tied his hands and feet. Now what would we do with the poor neighbor?

Stefani surprised me when she took my face and kissed me passionately in front of him. Shock rushed through me and I felt like my heart was going to explode! This girl hated me, or so I thought. Our parents literally forced us to hang out together. The way her lips kissed mine ignited fires inside that I had never known from another girl. Fire traced from my mouth down my chest to my loins.

Her hands moved down my t-shirt and over my budding breasts. I had seen this on tv before, and never really understood it, but her tongue kept pushing my mouth open. And her hands were moving in areas even I didn't touch like that. I was petrified to do or say anything, and it felt really good! Oh yes-suddenly what I had seen on TV made sense. A whole new world had just opened up for me. Multiple worlds even.

Jacques laid there with his hands and feet tied, eyes like saucers and rigid body as his dick started to grow with each touch she placed on my body. Stefani played his desire and stoked further. She would look at him and then touch me some more.

Eventually, my shirt came off somehow, and my sports bra did nothing to conceal my very erect nipples forming. Stefani put her hands on my shorts and tugged. I tried to keep them up as we kissed, but couldn't. It was embarrassing but also highly erotic being in front of this guy, teasing him with what we were doing. Liberating, powerful in our curious sexuality.

Her hands stopped over the folds of my labia. Through my underwear, she rubbed up and down. I was really kissing her back now, and couldn't help but touch her breast through her shirt. It felt very wrong and right at the same time.

Jacques was a tower on a rigid body at this point. He honestly looked as if he was in pain. I felt kind of sorry for him in that moment. Stefani got up suddenly and grabbed the strawberry syrup we both worked together to take his shorts down, exposing him, all of him. He was begging for us to help him out, so we obliged.

Stefani wanted to know if I had ever given head before. Of course not-I was a "good" girl! She poured the strawberry syrup over his dick, which made it look like a popsicle. Jacques was pissed that he was going to be sticky, but Stefani assured him that I would help with that. At first, I just stared at its size. Stefani started to push my head down lightly, encouraging me to try it. So I did. Slowly, I began to lick the syrup as if he was a lolly. He moaned, then told me how hard to lick and how fast.

Eventually he wanted me to put my mouth on it, so I did. I pushed his dick as far as I could and bobbed my head slowly up and down. My jaw was tingling at the size hit my back teeth, he seemed to really like that. Stefani was behind me now, and her hands were touching my ass, rolling down my panties. I was preoccupied with him before I realized her finger was rubbing my clit. I had no idea that something that awesome existed, but it felt really good and I didn't want her to stop. I could feel myself starting to move faster as her fingers swirled inside me.

He was begging to be untied at this point. We felt sorry for him so we stopped what we were doing and untied his arms and legs.

Looking at ourselves, we realized how dirty we were, and we really needed to conserve water, according to Jacques. So, we got into the shower. They were naked, I was still prudishly in my bra and panties. We rubbed each other while taking turns wetting our bodies.

I didn't want to be rude, so offered to wash Stefani's hair. She turned around and handed me the shampoo. After she turned around and put her head back in the water. I poured a larger than needed amount in my hands and started at her roots, massaging her head as I got her scalp and behind her ears. Stefani closed her eyes and sighed, telling me how good that felt. She started to rub soap on her body as I watched the soapy water fall down her much more developed breasts (I was a late bloomer even at 18). While I moved the shampoo through her hair my hands reached out in front of me, around her to those breasts. They were soft, the nipples were not like mine, which were very peachy and pink. Hers were like milk chocolate, and I wondered if they tasted like it.

Jacques started to wash my hair as I felt on Stefani's breasts. His hands washed my hair and trailed down my neck, where he started to rub. I could feel his huge erection poking my back. It was scary. I wanted to know what it felt like, but I didn't want to lose my virginity.

Stefani pulled her head back to rinse out the shampoo, and I bent over some to take a breast in my mouth. There is nothing to explain why I had my stepsister's breast in my mouth and my neighbor's dick pushing between my legs, but the combination of those actions made me flush hard.

I told them I didn't want to go all the way, so they looked at each other and shrugged. Jacques lifted my hips and plunged his dick between my closed legs. I could see the head of his dick pushing through my thighs, which were slick with body wash. He pushed me down and made his dick run itself over my panties, pushing my inner folds and touching that spot that Stefani found. The head of his dick was pushing my panties away and touching my clit, sliding in-between my labia as if my pussy was a bun for his dick. It was the greatest feeling-one I crave even to this day! I started to moan and he was pulling my hips too rough towards him. It almost hurt, but I pushed myself more into his dick, almost penetrating me, but never quite there.

Stefani started to kiss me again as Jacques came between my thighs with a loud grunt. His sperm shot across the shower, splattering on the tiles. We all stood there for a moment panting. Then we rinsed off and got out of the shower. He looked at me for a moment, like I had done him some huge favor and he was grateful. Stephanie smirked and grabbed his hand.

Stefani took him to her bed and fucked him reverse cowgirl as I watched equal parts jealous and aroused. Seeing her fucking him was the first time I had ever seen two people doing it. There were no candles, no soft music, just panting and slapping and sensations. I was in awe. How could she fit him in her so easily? What did it feel like. Did it hurt? Other feelings took over with this voyeurism. Lust, longing to feel a man inside me, touching that space that no one had ever touched, trying to imagine what she felt as he lifted her to doggy style and stared at me as he fucked her hard with his hands on her breasts. It was that moment I had some small regrets that my first time would not be today, or with him.

They finished, we all looked at each other, smiled, and went into different parts of the house to amuse ourselves. He went home shortly after, spent. Stefani and I were done with each other for the day, it seemed. I marveled at what I had seen and done. Things I had never even considered before but I was suddenly wanting to explore. The experience woke me in so many ways sexually. I knew that I was ready soon, if I could get over the disappointing my dad thoughts.

We never spoke of the incident again, one of the strange things about my stepsister and I's relationship was, she was in control, and I was the spectator for her sport. Once that day ended, she again resumed her cruel manipulations and small-time antagonisms. Confusing to say the least, this girl who just a day before wanted nothing more than to explore my body intimately.

And to think it all started with a sundae...