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The perspiration almost immediately soaked through my shirt as I stepped onto the heated tarmac. The heat wave had been unrelenting over the last couple of days. The flight was bumpy and the constant drone of the engines caused me to feel a little fatigued. It was a last minute decision to go home this summer-break, and I mean, last minute. I did not even have a chance to pack a toothbrush. All I had on me was my wallet and drivers license. Dad suddenly called this morning to ask if I can look after Ingrid because, together with Samantha, our stepmother, he had to take care of urgent family-business over the coming two days. In one way, I was reluctant to agree, however, I had not seen Ingrid for almost a year now.
Since our mother passed away, I avoided going home, busying myself with my studies, and whatever other excuse I brewed up. Whenever the guilt got hold of me, I would phone home and spent hours talking to Ingrid. Ingrid found her own solace by indulging in bad eating habits, hence her somewhat plumb body, accentuated by her short posture. Well, that was about a year ago.
I was completely stunned as I entered the arrival lounge. The familiar jubilant cries of a petite and slender looking beauty met me, her hair cut into a neat shoulder-length bob.
“Shaun!” she shouted as she ran towards me, “God, I missed you so much!” The tears ran freely down her face as she flung herself unashamedly into my arms, almost toppling us over.
“How’s my Chubby-cheeks,” I greeted, calling her by the name I had given her the last time I saw her.
Clicking her tongue with indignation, she pulled away and punched my shoulder playfully, “Hey, cheeky, I am not fat anymore!”
“I can definitely see that,” I stepped away and scanned her slowly from top to bottom, “you sure have turned into a sexy little crumpet. Did you go on a hunger-strike?”
“Yeah, something like that…where’s your luggage?” she asked quickly as her face turned crimson.
“I don’t have any, no time to pack. I will have to use your toothbrush,” I said and headed for the exit with my arm around her shoulders.
Stabbing my stomach with her finger, she said teasingly, “Don’t worry, I am sure I can find some of my stuff that’ll fit you just fine.”
During our fifteen-minute drive home, we spoke mainly of school, studies, and our future. On arrival, Ingrid fetched a couple of cold Bud’s and sat down next to me with her shapely legs stretching languidly out of a pair of yellow, tight-fitting shorts. ‘How she has shaped up,’ I thought silently. Her small, yet rounded breasts pushed angrily at the tight fitting shirt. I tried to ignore the heated pressure stirring somewhere in my nether regions. ‘If you weren’t my sister…’
“So,” she drew me back to reality, “how is your social life?”
“Ha,” I croaked, “absolutely non-existent. I am too busy studying, I’m afraid. What about you?”
“Nothing much, just fighting to maintain my maiden-hood. Too much testosterone floating around school,” she said with a wink, “Since I’ve lost weight, every prick-carrying pimpled-face idiot has been chasing after me. I wasn’t good enough when I was overweight. Samantha warned me this will happen.
“So the two of you get along?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure we do. Obviously, I was jealous in the beginning and acted like a real bitch. She was patient and finally we clicked and became very good friend.
Ingrid started to fill me in on how Samantha supported her, how she helped her cope with her weight problem, and most importantly, how to overcome it. She made her look inside herself, helping her to discover her inner beauty. For Ingrid it was great. She could share her thoughts and feeling with Samantha and get advice on just about anything.
As far as Dad was concerned, he was ecstatic. No longer did he have to carry the burden of playing ‘mother’. Ingrid explained how lonely and scared she felt in the beginning. She lacked concentration in her schoolwork; she couldn’t sleep with the lights off and mostly cried herself to sleep. Dad tried to comfort her, even allowing her to sleep next to him in bed. Often Ingrid will wake-up and find herself clinging to him, having her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around him, that she could feel herself covered with sweat, plagued by this strange feeling of dark desires flowing through her young awakening body.
Once, during a very hot and humid summer night, she decided to sleep in just a pair of panties and a half cropped t-shirt. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary as it didn’t really matter whether dad saw her naked or not. She never thought anything sinister about seeing dad in only his boxer shorts. Later that night, she woke up and found herself with her arms across his chest and her one leg wrapped around his. The sensation brought forth of his muscular thigh pressing against her crotch, sent a tingling sensation through her body. She sensed her nipples were achingly hard and sensitive, somehow connected to the glowing sensation between her legs.
At first, she couldn’t understand it, even though she felt mixed emotions ranging from fear, excitement and guilt. Still she did not want to let go. She felt the sensation increased whenever she pushed her crotch against his thigh. She hesitantly slid her one hand into her shirt and touched her erect nipple with the tip of her finger, pushing it from side to side. The more she did that, the more the heat she felt growing in her crotch. She wanted more, she wanted to rub herself against her dad’s muscular thigh, and she wanted to feel the friction of his flesh against her flesh.
She felt him stir and heard a grumbling. Too nervous to continue, she turned onto her back, replacing dad’s thigh with her hand. First over her panty, she dipped her fingers between her legs, feeling the dampness, which she couldn’t understand where it came from. She slid her hand through her waistband and pried the silky cloth from her slit. At first, she hesitated, and then she started to explore herself, feeling her fluids spreading more and more around her lips. Her fingers worked by themselves, spreading her pussy lips apart, stroking herself gently. She started manipulating her stiff pebbles, rolling and squeezing them painfully. It wasn’t until her fingers found a tiny little nub, when she felt a thousand electrifying ripples shooting through her body. Her breathing was ragged; her hips were pushing upwards until her whole body shook uncontrollably. ‘Wow, this was her first ever orgasm!’ she thought proudly.
She knew she had come across something new, a new discovery that she just had to explore further. Sleeping next to dad became less frequent, allowing her to indulge in her newfound pleasure. She didn’t care whether it was bad or not. What mattered was that it was her little secret. Ingrid decided to educate herself by surfing the websites. God, and was she surprised and shocked. She had so many questions to ask, but to whom, dad? Never, she didn’t have the guts to ask such intimate questions! How can she ask why a woman would want a penis in her vagina, her mouth, and even her bottom?
Her solution came when dad introduced her to Samantha. Samantha had been divorced for five years. She was very beautiful with her long, wild red hair and green eyes. At the age of 30, her body was strong, firm, and as supple as that of a young teenager. She had a great laugh and very warm personality. It only took Ingrid a couple of weeks to confide in her, to feel that she could trust her as she would a mother. Samantha explained it all to her and kept on reminding her that there is nothing wrong having these feelings.
She made sure Ingrid understood that indulging in any form of sexual pleasure was accepted as long as it didn’t hurt anyone. She also told her that it would be better to wait for the right person of her choice, someone that she could trust and that that person will not use and abuse her later in life. The last thing that she would want, Ingrid, is getting a bad reputation by a bunch of idiots with little or no knowledge about sex or sexuality.
Samantha helped her to understand her body; she helped her to loose weight by following a sensible diet regime. Once, they even got naked in the bathroom where they examined each other from a distance. Ingrid never followed up on it, but Samantha offered to ‘help’ her out if she needed something more than just her own hand. Ingrid now knew where she could find a vibrator if ever the need for one was demanded.
“My goodness Ingrid, I never would have guessed that you became so…educated. This was far more details I expected, but thanks for trusting me. It really means a lot to me.” I caught Ingrid staring at my crotch and realized that I sat there with a huge hard-on. I quickly tried to cover it by resting my hands with the Bud on top of it.
