Author's Note: In response to my original story of a blended family's incest (or thereabouts), a few readers asked for more. One reader, Ash, personally wrote to me asking for a continuation but as told from Peter's point of view. I thought that this suggestion was an interesting one, and so this story was generated.
Oh, as was pointed out by another reader, technically this may not be "incest" since any "step-relationship" (e.g., step-father to step-daughter, step-brother to step-sister) ended with the death of Debby, Jan's and Eve's mother. However, in a small town, sex between former step-relatives would be taboo and subject to accusations of incest, whether real or not.
Also, if you're expecting underage sex between the characters, forget it. Any sexual activity occurs after the two main characters, Peter and Jan, turn eighteen. It goes without saying that if you have not read the original story, you should. However, regardless, I hope you enjoy this telling as told by Peter.
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Hi! My name is Peter, and this is the story of my romance with my step-sister (or at least former), Jan. When I was ten my mother unexpectedly died. My Dad, Adam, and I were caught completely off-guard and struggled to deal with our grief, individually and together.
Dad is a great guy, and he tried his best to fill in for Mom, Until today, I still don't know how he was always there for me while managing our home and his well-established insurance agency. He missed Mom terribly and I tried to be as much as possible not to stress him out. Fortunately, I had friends, school, and sports to occupy my time and life, and Dad took pride in my accomplishments as we grew close to each other. Yet, despite our tight father-son relationship, Dad, unfortunately, had no one 'special' for him... someone who could fill the void left by my departed mom.
That is until three years later Debby was hired for a receptionist/accounts-clerk position to help my father with his insurance agency that he had neglected to help me. As a normal thirteen-year-old boy, I immediately noticed that Debby was very busty, attractive, busty, short (a little over five feet tall), busty, caring, busty, charming in a southernly way, and, oh yeah, extremely busty. It went without saying that I instantly popped a boner (thank God my shirt wasn't tucked in) once I laid eyes on Debby's pronounced chest. Later that night I beat my meat and fantasized about spewing ropes of sticky jizz in Debby's pretty face and on her magnificent creamy white big breasts.
Although the insurance business wasn't my thing, I began stopping by my Dad's office to be with my "hot older woman." Debby's appeal was enhanced when she nonchalantly mentioned that she was a recent divorcee (hmmm, sexually experienced) and mother of two teenage girls who were about my age (but she looked so young,... hmmm). Toss in casual glimpses of her well-defined cleavage, the jiggle and sway of her large boobs, the curve of her sweet ass, and her amply displayed legs, and Debby was a teenage boy's walking wet-dream. Given how often I jerked off, it's a wonder that I didn't reduce my pecker to a stub and permanently shrivel my nuts.
I can still recall that day when I popped into my father's office and ran smack dab into Debby's daughters, Jan and Eve. They had stopped by to see their mom and get acquainted with my Dad, and now me.
"Peter, talk about a coincidence," chirped Debby once I entered the office. "Come here, sweetie. I want you to meet my girls. Jan, here, is the same age as you and I guess when school starts in the Fall, the two of you will be classmates. Eve is one year younger and maybe in some of your classes too. I hope you'll show them around and introduce them to your friends. I'll deeply appreciate it if you could watch out for them."
Both of Debby's daughters were nice looking but in different ways. Jan was a virtual clone of her mother - nice boobs (for her age), platinum blond, boobs, short, boobs, extroverted, and oh yeah, boobs. She gave me a cursory look-over, smiled brightly, tweeted a cheerful "Hi!" and then promptly forgot that I was standing there. It was quite apparent by the way she looked at Dad that Jan was quite taken with her "older man" as her mother was my "older woman." I had to stifle my snicker and hoped that I had not been so obvious in my adoration of Debby.
When I averted my eyes, I looked into those of Eve and instantly knew that she had guessed what my thoughts were. She rolled her eyes towards her sister and then up into the air as if to silently say, "Oh, look at her fawning over your dad...she's so obvious." We looked at each other and broke into a soft chuckle that no one, especially Jan, noticed.
Even though she was younger, Eve was slightly taller than Jan with a slender body and had wheat-colored hair. While she had the same sparkling blue eyes of her mother and sister, Eve's were somehow more observant, thoughtful, and strangely cautious. Next to her other family members, she could easily be thought of as introvert and shy, but I somehow knew that this was of Eve's choosing.
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Well, to make a long story short, the school year began. Dad decided that we would pick up Debby and her girls daily, dropping us kids off at our K-12 school, and then he and Debby would head to work. The girls instantly made a hit among my friends and classmates, but each in her own way.
With her southern accent, bubbliness, outgoingness, and boobs (hey, what can I say - I was only thirteen at the time), Jan drew masculine attention like the way a magnet attracts iron. She easily found her way into the "it-girls" group made up of the pretty and extrovert middle school girls who knew that they were hot and desirable. Orbiting this feminine cluster were my friends - the athletes, class leaders, and usually good guys.
"Come, Pete, give. How come you show up at the start of the school years with two out of state chicks...especially that cute short stacked one?" drooled, Eddy, my best friend. "Man, look at the way her tits fill out her blouse...god, those buttons might bust off at any moment given the pressure put on them."
"Yeah," chimed in Jimmy, "and she's pretty too...when I manage to tear my eyes away from her chest and legs. Tell us what's going on. Have you been holding out on your buddies?"
"Nah, guys. Jan and her younger sister, Eve...yeah, the quiet slender who's hanging out with the 'nice but smart girls"...just move into town from out of state. Their mom is working for my Dad, and if you think Jan's a looker, be waiting at the drop of point tomorrow morning to see their mother. God, she's got the biggest pair of knockers you could ever imagine...and pretty...and charming...and is how Jan will look like when she grows up."
"Jeez, Pete, it sounds like you've got a hard-on for an older woman," snickered Sam who had been listening and decided to put in his two-cents. "What's that? She's 'young' and a divorcee too? Betcha she was fooling around at an early age. Hmmm, I wonder about her daughters?"
"Cut it out, Sam! Jan and Eve are really nice. Don't be talking trash about them or their mother especially when you don't even know them!"
