Justin quickly washed his body in the shower. He couldn't wait to go back downstairs. Ashley was someone he had always thought of as a sister. They did everything together as siblings normally do. But today their relationship took a turn. Justin wasn't upset about it, however. He was thrilled. Ashley was drop dead gorgeous. Justin had always thought that. And now there was a chance things may elevate between them.
He quickly dried off and grabbed some fresh clothes. He then stopped. What if there was an opportunity to do more today? She had already seen his dick. She already saw him masturbate. Would it be weird to try again? He decided to go downstairs in just a towel. If she was put off about it, he could easily play it off as if he was getting something out of the dryer. As Justin went down the stairs, he could hear Ashley fumbling about in the kitchen. He looked down and noticed he was getting so excited that he had developed a half erection that was starting to pop out.
Once downstairs, Justin rounded the corner from the living room to the kitchen. "Can I just say that-"
"Oh hi, sweetie," said Christina as she turned around to greet Justin. Her eyes immediately noticed his very obvious erection sprouting underneath his towel. "Why are you walking around in a towel!?"
"Christina! You're home early?" Justin asked as he awkwardly tried to conceal his erection. He did not expect to see his stepmother home so soon.
"Yes, I had a customer cancel on me. And why are you walking around in just a towel?" she asked again, giggling at her stepson.
"I... umm... I left my clothes in the dryer."
"Hmm, I don't think there was anything in there, sweetie. I did put your basketball shorts and boxers in the washing machine for you. They were just thrown on the ground in the family room. You really need to be better about making a mess, Justin. Your father would lose his mind."
Justin was speechless. She had picked up his clothes? They were covered in cum! "Oh, umm thanks Christina. Yeah sorry about that."
"How was your run?" she asked as she peeled an orange over the sink.
"Run?"
"Yeah, didn't you go running? Your shorts were soaked and I heard the shower going," Christina turned to Justin. "I assumed you went for a run."
"Ohhh... oh yeah, sorry. It was good. It was a long one."
"I bet. Good day for it with these clouds." Christina leaned against the countertop eating her orange. Justin looked in the family room, wondering where Ashley went. He quickly eyed the couch to make sure there was nothing left on the cushion. As he did so, Christina glanced up and down his body. She admired the great shape her stepson was in while checking out his toned and muscular back muscles. As Justin turned back around, Christina noticed his erection had subsided. 'Young men and their hormones' she thought to herself.
"Did Ashley run with you, honey?" Christina asked as she popped in another orange peel.
"Huh? Ashley? Oh... umm yeah. Yeah she did, why do you ask?"
"No reason. I saw her walking towards her house as I pulled in. She looked a little frazzled. Must have been quite a workout!"
"Oh.. umm.. Yeah, it sure was. She... umm... wanted to get some rest," Justin said fumbling through an answer. He figured Ashley must have ran out of there the minute he hit the shower. He suddenly felt bad. He decided he needed to text her as soon as possible. He didn't want to risk hurting her or even worse, hurting his chances at more opportunities.
Christina started rifling through a large pile of mail she brought in with her. Justin scanned her as she was distracted. She was only forty-two, seven years younger than his father, George. Justin's mother passed away when he was three and George remarried three years later. Justin had always thought Christina was very attractive since he was a young teenager. She had brown hair down to her chest, but always had it either done up nice or in a neatly tied ponytail. She remained in great shape for her age as she always exercised and ate healthy. Her breasts were a perfect shape, medium and perky. Her flat stomach gave way to her beautiful legs. Christina stood in the kitchen still wearing her work attire. A loose fitting red blouse with a shallow v-cut, plaid grey high-cut pants, and white high heels. She really was beautiful.
"Honey?" she asked as Justin snapped out of his trance. "Are you going to get changed?"
"Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something. See ya later!" Justin hurriedly rushed back upstairs. 'Disaster averted' he thought. He tore off his towel and sat down on his bed, naked. Justin grabbed his cell phone and texted Ashley.
"Hey. You ok?" he asked
"Yes. Sorry I left so suddenly."
"No problem at all. I just wanted to make sure you're ok."
"Thanks."
Silence. Justin waited for another message but it didn't arrive. He became concerned that Ashley was weirded out by everything. He sat on the edge of his bed and sighed. He picked up his flaccid penis.
"You scared her away, buddy." Justin jokingly said to his penis before standing up and getting dressed. He periodically checked his phone to make sure he didn't miss a message. Still nothing.
Then he heard his phone vibrate.
"I saw Christina pulling in. But don't worry I cleaned up your mess lol."
Relieved, Justin wrote back instantly.
"Haha omg thanks. Sorry about that again. Hang by my pool tomorrow?"
No response. Dejected, Justin got dressed and headed out for the night.
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Ashley sat on the couch watching TV with her parents and sister, Emily. She mindlessly scrolled through her phone while repeatedly going back to her text message from Justin. She wasn't sure what to do. She had a weird feeling that what they did together was wrong. She shouldn't have allowed any of it to happen. But she was torn because she now could not get the image of Justin out of her head. She kept picturing the entire scene from start to finish. She imagined it so much that she lost some of the details. Did she touch him? Did she touch herself without realizing it? It was a blur.
"Ashley, what's wrong?" her mother, Colleen asked. "You've been so quiet."
"Oh, nothing. I'm just tired. Long day," she responded. She opened her text messages again and stared at Justin asking her to come over tomorrow. She admitted to herself she wanted to see him again. Not just because they were best friends and hung out all the time. But now for another reason. She wanted to see his penis again.
"Sure" she wrote back. One text and she immediately had butterflies in her stomach.
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It was a hot and sticky July afternoon. The temperatures soared past 90 and the humidity was thick and stagnant. Ashley put on her modest one-piece black bathing suit with a white, see-through cover up. She slipped on her sandals over her freshly painted toes. Before heading over to Justin's, she drove over to Starbucks and picked up her usual Venti nonfat vanilla iced latte.
She was nervous, there was no doubt about that. But she hoped things could go back to normal, at least when she first arrived. As for the rest of the day, she was unsure where things may go. That left her feeling a bit apprehensive. As Ashley walked up Justin's driveway towards the back pool entrance, she took a deep breath. 'Act normal,' she told herself.
Justin was laying on a pool chair, wearing nothing but a lime green bathing suit. He looked forward to seeing Ashley again. Yesterday's incident was something the two of them had never experienced together. Justin woke up feeling a bit embarrassed about what happened. But he hoped the two could move on from it. He also hoped it could perhaps lead to something else. As for what that was? It remained to be seen yet.
"Heyy," Ashley said as she closed the pool gate.
Justin sat up in his chair. "Hey!" he tried to sound as normal as possible.
"It's so hot out," said Ashley as she approached Justin at the poolside. "I am like, sweating."
"I know, right? I'm gonna go swimming soon."
"Is it five o'clock somewhere?" Ashley asked as she eyed Justin's afternoon gin and tonic. Justin had a couple drinks so he could relax waiting for Ashley.
"Oh.. yeah," he laughed. "Not much else to do!" Justin said, throwing his hands up.
Ashley sat down and sipped her latte. The two sat in silence as they each scrolled their phone listening to the quiet sounds of the birds in the backyard. 'So much for normal,' Ashley thought as they awkwardly refrained from conversation. "You go out last night?" she finally asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah, me and Mark got a bite. Low key."
Ashley nodded as she took another sip. She looked around the backyard at nothing in particular. Justin eyed her legs which were crossed and outstretched on the long chair. She had legs that could turn heads a hundred yards away. They were slender and smooth, shining lightly in the afternoon sun. Justin eyed her cute little feet. He loved women's feet but specifically Ashley's. She always had a nice pedicure.
"You?" Justin finally asked.
"Huh?"
"Did you... umm... go out?"
"Oh... nope. I was asleep at, like, ten probably." she said smiling.
Justin took a sip. Pondering his next move.
"Ashley, about yester-"
"Can we talk about-"