She was my sister, only she wasn't. We looked and acted like twins but she was six weeks older than me.
When my step-dad's wife, (my Mother), left him and her son, (me) to chase a dream Dad made no effort to place me with her family. He had no family except for me so it became just us for a year. Several years later when I discovered he was not my real Dad it meant nothing to me. He was Dad. The only one I had ever known. My curiosity to learn about my real parents has been non existent.
Nearly the same thing was happening to Mom and Jenni. Naomi's husband was killed in a car wreck leaving her with Jenni, his daughter from an earlier marriage. She had found Jenni's mother only to learn she was in jail. She had been convicted of murdering her drug dealer. Naomi wanted to keep Jenni out of her hands and simply never contacted her.
Mom and Dad separately joined a support group of single parents and met there. They went out for coffee after the meeting and continued to do so.
On the first Monday of each month the group had family nights and I met Jenni and Naomi. Dad told me I fell in love with both of them instantly. He did too. Six weeks later they decided to share a house and we became a normal family in which no one was related to anyone. We had four different last names. They decided not to get married and risk the scrutiny of child protective services.Their zeal has at times broken up happy homes.
Jenni and I were three years old.
I remember how right it was, Mom and Dad dearly loved each other and they loved us. That happiness lasted just eight years.
We did not realize it at the time but Dad was twelve years older than Mom. He had a heart condition. He had a heart attack when Jenni and I were eight. He died from a second heart attack when Jenny and I were eleven.
We were devastated and leaned heavily on each other. Jenni and I soon climbed into bed with Mom and the three of us slept together for about two months. I do not remember if any of us noted or cared that we were all nude. I do know that was where our lack of concern for clothing began.
It took two years for me to realize it but eventually I understood that without Naomi I would be living in a foster home.
The day after our high school graduation Naomi told Jenni and me every thing she knew of our real parents. We found the stories vaguely interesting. There was no chance for either Jenni or me to go off looking for them. We knew who are Mom was and we knew where to go visit Dad.
We remained in a happy family mode that lasted to our second year of college.
At age eighteen Jenni and I each had special friends and lost our virginity to them after the prom. We stayed with those partners until they went away to colleges out of state.Jenni and her boyfriend and my girlfriend and I fucked a lot that summer and several of them happened in our home. Mom was OK with that.
All four of us knew the fucks would end with the summer.
Mom was a blondish, short hair, dynamo of a woman. She was short and and wore glasses at home and contacts at work. To me her tits and ass were spectacular but she had decided not to show them off and covered them with layers of clothing. I adored her.
She was a college professor and was eligible for tuition rate discounts for us at our local college so Jenny and I enrolled there and lived at home.
I was a baseball player and my college coach had yet to learn my name, I was simply number nine. I was a starter and played every game but he was not all that interested in names. I was a good second baseman and made the varsity as a freshman but knew I would never become a pro. I was about two inches taller than Jenni, blonde hair, and blue eyes.
Jenni was a blonde with big blue eyes and a great smile. Although she was not bubbly she seemed to be in a good mood all of the time. Jenni was somewhat tall and lanky, a slim body with B cup tits. I adored her.
I have no idea why she chose cross-country running as her sport but she was good at it. At our high school she was our number one and the college coach seemed to be ecstatic to have her.
Three semesters into our college life Jenni landed wrong after jumping a stream during a meet and hurt her back. It happened at a portion of the course we could not see but I knew something was wrong when she reappeared. Her smooth effortless stride seemed forced.
She finished the race of course and came in third but she had to work hard to convince her coach and her teammates that she was OK. But by the time she got to me she was in great pain.
We shared a used Corolla and I had to help her get into the car and pretty much carry her to her room after we got home.
I took off her clothes and helped her into the shower then went to my room and undressed. I wrapped a towel around my waist and returned to our shared bathroom. She was crying.
I had not seen her cry since Dad died and it unnerved me. I took the towel off and walked into the shower with her. In answer to my question she pointed at a spot between her kidneys and I ran my fingers gently over it. She flinched.
I got in position behind her and began mostly caressing the knot of very warm tissue under her skin. It took ten minutes before I could apply any pressure to the spot and begin a gentle massage.
She put both of her hands on the wall and leaned forward so I could work on the spot freely. That brought her ass into contact with my cock.
We had as a family been loose with our attire in the house. Seeing each other go from room to room naked was common. Mom and Jenni were in the kitchen often wearing only panties. They both had delicious looking tits and firm assess but I had never gotten an erection for either.
I was getting an erection now.
As my cock slid up between her legs I heard her moan and I began to back away. She told me not to stop so I continued the massage as my cock wedged itself tightly between her thighs. She began to rock on it slowly, almost imperceptibly. She soon took one hand off the wall and placed it over her clitoral fold and began to masturbate. I began to gently stroke my cock between her thighs.
We had each watched the other masturbate at times since neither of us ever closed our bedroom doors. Sometimes we each had paused long enough to watch the other cum. Mom had also seen us but had rarely paused to watch me. I had however seen her sitting on Jenni's bed as she masturbated.
Now in the shower Jenni and I we were masturbating together. Jenni had an orgasm. I immediately had an orgasm and shot my cum between her legs onto the wall in front of her. I continued the massage as I kissed her back.
Five minutes later my cock had mostly retreated and the lump on her back was much smaller.
"I am much better, Thanks," she said as she turned to face me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me as she pressed her pussy to my cock.
Our kisses had become infrequent but they had always been lip to lip. That one was soul to soul with her hard nipples piercing my chest and her pussy kissing my cock.
"I will leave the shower to you now," she said and kissed me again. I was in no hurry to end the kiss and neither was she. I caressed her ass and she moaned. She slid her hand down my body, gave my cock a squeeze and left me.
