I returned home after my freshman year in college to work for the summer and earn some extra money. My step-sister, Stacy, who was only a year younger than me, had just recently graduated from high school and was also preparing to head off to college. It seemed that during the time that I was gone from home, she had grown up almost over-night. I was surprised to find that she had blossomed from a tall, skinny girl with glasses and braces into a beautiful young woman. Gone were the glasses and braces... replaced by contacts and an incredible smile that would light up any room. She had let her blonde hair grow out long past her shoulders, and her body had filled out nicely. Although I tried not to notice, she had developed a nice set of perky little breasts (about 34-B), nice long legs, and a tight little ass. Truth was... it was difficult not to notice with the way that she dressed; she mostly wore tight fitting tops with short mini-skirts or tight little shorts. Yet for some reason, although I realized that my little sister was now an attractive young woman, I still viewed her as the same little brat that I had practically grown up with. Little did I know that my feelings would change drastically over the course of the summer.
I came home late one night from a party. All the lights were turned out; thus I figured that everyone had long ago gone to sleep. As I quietly crept up the stairs to my bedroom, I passed by Stacy's bedroom and noticed that her light was still on behind the closed door. I'm not sure why I did it... but I paused momentarily outside her door and it was then that I heard her sobbing. I knocked gently on her door but there was no response. I knocked again and this time slowly opened the door. I found my little sister laying face down on her bed and crying. Approaching her slowly, I sat down on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong kiddo?" I asked her.
"Why do you still call me that? I'm NOT a kid anymore," she shot back as she looked up at me.
"Hey sorry! It's just an expression. Why are you so upset anyway?" I asked.
"Jeremy and I broke up tonight. The bastard! I found out he was cheating on me with another girl." She began crying again.
I tried my best to console her. The truth was... this was an unusual position for me to be in. Growing up, I had always teased and argued with my sister. And now my heart was breaking because she was hurting. I reached out and wiped away her tears and then lightly stroked her hair. She leaned forward and simply buried her face on my chest and began to cry even more.
"I hate men!" she declared.
"Should I take that personally?" I asked her... trying to get her to smile.
"You know what I mean," she said and playfully slugged me on the shoulder. "Jeremy is such a jerk! He was cheating on me with a girl who is the head cheerleader, and he told me that she was much prettier than I am, so he was breaking up with me. "
"Well, then he is a fool." I replied. "He has no idea what a huge mistake he just made." I surprised even myself with that statement, but quickly realized that I meant every word.
She smiled at me, and then gave me an inquisitive look. "Why are you being so nice to me tonight?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?" I responded. "You are my sister... "
"
Step-sister
," she quickly corrected me.
"Look, I know that we haven't always got along well and you can be a real pain in the ass sometimes," I told her. "But still, I care about you and I don't want to see you upset. "
"Do you really mean that?" she asked.
"Of course, kidd..." I stopped myself. "Of course I do, Stacy." With that I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead. She surprised me then by reaching up and kissing me back, full on the lips. However, it wasn't the type of kiss shared between siblings... it was a kiss that lingered. Her lips were soft and moist. At first, I hesitated... but when I felt the tip of her tongue begin to dart between my lips, I opened my mouth to accept her kiss fully. We were both lost in the moment and while I'm not sure how long we kissed, it seemed like an eternity. I finally broke the kiss by pushing her away gently and said, "Stacy, I'm sorry. We shouldn't be doing this." Tension filled the room and we stared at each other awkwardly for a few moments, and then I simply got up from her bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.
The next few weeks were filled with a lot of awkwardness and silence between my step-sister and myself. I tried my best to avoid her and spent a lot of time away from home... either working extra hours or hanging out with friends. The truth was, I didn't really know what to say to her, and the only way that I could deal with the current situation was avoidance. On a few different occasions, I caught her staring at me... but she would quickly look away when we made eye contact. Although I didn't know what she was thinking or feeling, it was obvious that she was also confused by the events that happened and was avoiding me as well.
Finally, late one evening, as I was preparing to go to bed, there was a gentle knock on my door. I knew that our parents had gone to sleep long ago, as they both leave for work early in the morning, so it had to be Stacy knocking. I briefly hesitated, took a deep breath, and then simply said, "Come in. "
The door opened just a little and Stacy peeked her head around the corner. "Is it okay if I come in for a few minutes?" she asked meekly. I couldn't help but think that she looked and sounded like a little girl about to be punished.