My dad had moved to another state and as such, I only was able to visit during the summer months. After some time, my dad finally met someone and they got married when I was 17. I met her and her daughter, who was a year older than myself, only briefly that summer before I traveled back home.
The next year, they were moved in and now I really got to meet my new step family. They both were overweight and very self conscious. I wont say that I am, or ever was a top male specimen, but I feel I was at least a good average. And now being 18, I was very outgoing, them not so much. I tried to be friendly, but it was to no real avail that first year, things were rough.
I almost did not come back the following year. But decided I would give one more try.
When I arrived, my stepsister was not there. She was out for the first two weeks that I would be there. Forgot what it was, but some sort of vacation with her girlfriends.
When time came for her to come back, I was sort of dreading it. But when she made her appearance, I was astonished. She was still slightly heavy, but over the past year, she had lost over a 100lbs. She was wearing a skirt that fit her nicely, a loose shirt and flat shoes. She was not a "knock out", but she was cute and having lost that much weight, she really did look good. I was amazed and happy for her, but I still did not know what lay in store for us as to how we would get along.
Even though we were both now adults, our parents still wanted us to go out together to the mall for a "family" summer shopping trip. That just meant we all went to the mall together and split up as soon as we got there, agreeing to meet back up at a certain time.
When it came close to the arranged time, it was just her and I. We were sort of quiet with each other, then I offered to buy her a drink while we waited for my dad and her mom to show up. She seemed surprised but agreed, and after I came back, we began to talk and suddenly, we were ok with each other.
The summer flew by, it was just a couple of weeks before I would leave. We were upstairs in her room talking about I don't know what and she asked me if I would rub her shoulders, sure, ok. No big deal.
As she lay next to me and I rubbed her shoulders and neck, I began to go ahead and give her a back massage as well. Still, no real big deal.
But as I continued to rub, her body attitude shifted and the air became charged. We had quit talking. It was just me rubbing her back, her letting out little moans. Then I slowly rubbed down her sides and back up again, I got lower and lower, but finally I got to a point where I just didn't think I could go past without really causing an incident.
To my surprise, she turned her head slightly, looked at me, "Why did you stop? You can keep going."
With that, our breaths became raggedy, quick, and shallow. I let my hands go in front and I began to squeeze and kneed on her tits. She began to moan and then she rolled over and pulled her shirt off, giving me free reign.
"Go ahead, suck on them." She said.
Without further ado, I kissed her first, then dropped my mouth over first one and then the other tit. Running my tongue over each of her nipples, them getting hard so I could nibble on them ever so slightly. This went on for about 20 minutes I guess. I think she came.
But she didn't want to risk going further, not yet. So, our last two weeks before I went home, every night I gave her a massage that ended with me sucking on her tits. I was definitely going to come back the next summer.
The next summer arrived and as I knew I would, I came back. I didn't really know how things would be. Would she have second thoughts about what we did? Would there be awkwardness between us now? I was excited because I hoped to continue, I had hopes of maybe going a little further that we had. But I didn't want to push.
When I arrived, there was no awkwardness and we got along just fine. We talked about things that had taken place for each of us. But after about two weeks, I was really frustrated, nothing had happened and no overtures were made. As I said though, I didn't want to push; I was uncertain of the outcome if I tried.
Then finally, she came to my room which was in the basement. As we talked about things, she lay down on my bed, which was little more than a twin mattress.
She looked at me and said, "Would you rub my back? I've missed your massages."
Without any hesitation I spoke up, "Sure."
I hurried to be next to her, reaching my hands to her back. I began with her shoulders as I did the very first time I did this.
Her eyes closed and both of our breaths began to be short, shallow, and rapid.
Slowly down her sides, up the middle, shoulders, then back down the sides, lower with each pass. As I started on her sides for about the fourth time, she lifted herself slightly up and my hands slid under her to her tits. There was no fighting a bra as she did not wear one this night. I was able to grab a full breast in each hand, tweaking each of her nipples.
She began moaning softly and she rolled over. I lifted her shirt up and off, bending down I began sucking on each of her nipples one at a time.
Then I felt it; her hand reach to the front of my shorts, she grasped my cock by the outline of it, she began to gently squeeze it.
She opened her eyes as I moaned a little, "I'm ready for you, please, do it. Fuck me."
I slid her shorts and underwear off, then took mine off, but I didn't just thrust into her, I wanted to taste her. I kissed her body all the way down to her pussy. As my face got to her pussy, I inhaled the scent of her musk, spread her legs apart and ran my tongue up and down the outside of her pussy lips.
She grabbed my hair, "Oh God that is good,"
She was pushing her pussy into my face as I licked. I finally let her push me down and my tongue speared into her pussy and as my mouth covered her completely, I sucked and nibbled on her pussy lips as I alternately thrust my tongue as deep as I could, in and out.
