The following is MY story from elsewhere transferred here to literotica. This was actually my first story.
My name is Jacob. I'm 18 years old, I just graduated high school a month ago, and the summer is as boring as it'll ever be with my mom and stepsister. Little did I know, this was about to change.
We live in a middle class home in northern Georgia. My dad left my mom when I was five, and she married my stepdad four years later. I hadn't seen my dad ever since- not that that's a bad thing anyways. My stepdad is a 39 year old flight attendant so he wasn't home very often.
My mom, 38, had gone through several different jobs since dating my biological father. They were two dumb, washed up and horny young adults that winded up having me when they just simply weren't ready. She currently works at a bakery, making just enough for her and my stepdad to support us.
My stepsister Kylie and I got along pretty well. We were close growing up and then relationship just seemed to never die out until she went to college. She was one year ahead of me, and was back for summer break now finally getting to see me.
The first few weeks were pretty normal and as I said, pretty boring. It was a hot and quiet summer with nothing much to do around the house except to watch movies or play video games. The three of us tried to entertain ourselves with several activities but most of the time it just wasn't working. The story begins on a day where my mom is at work and my stepsister and I are watching a movie in the living room.
Kylie is lying on her belly on the sofa wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized t shirt- something comfy. Being honest with myself, she had gotten pretty hot since going off to college. Kylie has curly brunette hair that went down to below her shoulders, with a circular adorable pudgy face. She was about 5'7 with green eyes and a beautiful complexion. What was especially attractive about her, however, was her sort of slutty personality. College gave her the biggest confidence boost I came to realize in the days that she was now home. Kylie had been to plenty of parties doing who knows what. She had b cup breasts, so she wasn't particularly gifted there, but her ass is where this was completely different. I would catch myself staring at her cheeks jiggling as she walks about the house sometimes. Staring at her ass whilst thinking about this got myself admittedly pretty excited, and my gym shorts weren't hiding very much.
"You got any ideas?" She suddenly spoke up. I jumped up, taking my glance from her ass and back up to the tv. Luckily she still had her eyes on the screen and hadn't noticed anything.
"We could leave the house and go find something to do," I suggested.
"Like what? What the hell is there to do around here?" She said with a giggle.
"We could go get something to eat, we could go to the park, I don't know."
"You want to go shopping?"
I was hesitant because of my bank account but agreed. That's when she jumped up, turned off the movie, and nudged for me to follow her.
"You can help me pick out my outfit," she sort of demanded.
I sat there, a little confused at the sudden invitation, but curious. I stood up and followed her to her room, blessed by my no-longer-present boner.
I now lied on her bed as she changed outfits in the closet. After two minutes of waiting she emerged wearing a crop top with jeans and high heels. She stood there for a second before speaking up.
"Well? Thoughts?"
"It's honestly not the best, you could do better."
Kylie sighed, but nevertheless agreed. She returned back into the closet, but then opened the door again a few seconds later after she had changed her shirt.
"Still could be better. The jeans are kinda killing it for me, and you know you could change the shoes," I said.
Now a little irritated, she spun around and looked at herself in the mirror for a few seconds. She turned back to me and said "I'm just going to change out here. It'll save time and I don't think you care."
My heart skipped a beat at this, but agreed after a swallow. Admittedly it wasn't that big a deal, but she began to tease me a bit, knowing the situation she put me in.
Kylie turned away from me, to her closet, and slid her pants off to look for a different pear to wear. There in front of me stood her ass I found myself attracted to for the past several weeks, only covered by black lace panties.
I couldn't help it. Blood swelled to my cock as I watched her just stand there and look at the various options in her closet before her. She found a pair she wanted to try on and gave me a pretty frisky view as she jumped to help ride the next pair of jeans up her thighs. Her cheeks jumped up and jiggled slightly as they became swallowed up by the pair that was riding up her legs. Without realizing it, my cock was pitching a pretty noticeable tent in my shorts as the turned around to get my opinion. I looked up at her, and stuttered, "L-looking much better, just like I said, try a different pair of shoes!"
"Haha, okay," she said before looking at my bulging erection. "Looks like someone enjoyed the show," she said, smirking before turning away to look for shoes.
My face went as red as a tomato as I stood up to leave the room. "Sorry, that was stupid, I have to go," I said, panicking as anxiety filled my head. She laughed at me as I left the room and finished getting ready.
I retreated back into my bedroom with my raging hard-on. I tried to piece together what just happened as I pulled my shorts off, seeing my boxers littered with pre cum. "You're so fucking stupid," I said to myself. I was angry. I felt dumb. I was horny, sure, but this was an innocent crush I had on my stepsister that practically any guy would have.
I couldn't help but admit to myself, however, that I did enjoy what I just saw. As I thought about her black lace panties and the way she purposefully jumped to fit on her pair of jeans, I began to reach into my boxers and tug at my cock. Needless to say, I jerked myself off quickly seeing as we were leaving in a few minutes.
The shopping trip lasted for a few hours and we didn't say anything about what happened for several days. It was obviously a much bigger deal to me as it was her- considering she just thought it was a funny moment. I found myself fantasizing about her more often and catching peeks more around the house. It began to feel as if she might be teasing me sometimes as she would wear a t shirt with booty shorts as her leisure wear. The big event happened the day after my mom bought us some vodka to keep us entertained.
"So we're say drinkers now?" Kylie said to me as we took shots in the living room, again watching a movie.
"Rock bottom will take you to many different places," I assured her.
We weren't seriously even watching the movie. We made jokes and told stories. Our laughing grew more hysterical after we eventually downed seven shots after two hours. Mom was luckily working a full shift today so we didn't have anything to worry about there. The mood changed suddenly when Kylie stood up and asked me a bold question.
"Did you like my panties the other day?"
My heart stopped as I turned to her, my face flushing red. I took several seconds to answer, but the alcohol ended up speaking for me.
"They were unexpected, but nice either way."
She grinned and her eyes grew wide, obviously not expecting the response. She took another shot and turned to further the conversation.
"What's your favorite type of panties?"
Seeing as this question was more tame, I was able to answer a lot more comfortably, but of course with the added alcohol.
"Well I am a guy, so the less the better? I love a g string, but a thong would suffice."
"I agree with you completely," she said. After this, we just sat and watched the movie for a few minutes before she got up to pour one last shot before putting the vodka away, we obviously had too much- especially for day drinking. She was taking a few minutes more than anticipated and I began to wonder before she returned. Kylie did not sit down, but instead walked up to me.
"I have a surprise for you," she said, obviously sloshed.
"What could you possibly have now?" I asked, giggly.
To my shock, Kylie turned around and peeled her leggings off right before me revealing her ass yet again. This time, she was wearing a white thong.
My heart sped up as she stood, revealed to me just a few feet away from me. I hesitantly spoke up, "What are you doing? Don't you know this is fucked?"
"It's not a big deal dude," she said, turning only her head to me. She gave me an evil smirk as I lie there, again panicking staring at the sight before me.
"Are you nuts? Of course it is! Pull your leggings back up-"
"I know you like it, you shit head," she said, gesturing towards my erection growing in my shorts.
"Wether it excites me or not isn't the question-"
She interrupted me by jumping to sit on my lap, laughing too loud for me to calmly let anything out. She was wasted. I was getting there, but sober enough to tell how crazy this was. Still, it was making me kind of horny. I shoved her off me a few times, but she kept jumping back on to me, her leggings now have fallen to her ankles. After my sixth attempt, I finally just gave up and tilted my head back, ashamed.
Kylie calmed down and turned her head to mine, "stop being so lame," she said. "Let me be drunk and stupid- we'll just ignore this later anyways."
I didn't respond, keeping my gaze at the ceiling.
"Just be honest with me, am I hot to you? I don't care. It's cute."
I waited a moment before I finally looked at her and sighed. "Yes. Fine. But stop being a slut."
She grinned at me before slightly wiggling herself left and right.
"I can feel how hard you are," she said. "If you really wanted me to stop being a slut you would've stopped me by now."
I couldn't respond or say anything as I felt her ass rub against my shorts, my erection sliding against her cheeks. The situation was too much for me to handle.