I was a frustrated teen, no doubt about it.
My Dad was one of those who didn't want to talk about sex. I never got "that talk" when all my buddies were discussing it. The few dates I had in High School did not bring about any discussion. I think Dad did not ask any questions because he didn't want me to ask any questions.
So what I learned about "that stuff" came the way it comes to so many teens these days, by the internet. I quickly became a connoisseur of dirty sites. Of course this is not very good sex education and I suppose I had a lot of strange ideas about what to do with girls. Fortunately I had very little chance to put them into effect as I was paralyzed even talking to one in person.
That was the situation I was in when, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, Dad dropped the bombshell.
"You know, son," he said, with great seriousness, "before your mother passed, she made me promise her that I would devote my life to raising you. I have not done any dating or had any relationship since then, in honor of her."
I waited for what was coming. I had a sinking feeling I knew.
"But now," he went on, "you are officially grown up. And I am a man, with a man's needs for love. I have to tell you that there is a woman in my life now."
That sinking feeling was growing.
"In fact, I have proposed to her. We are going to be married tomorrow."
That was Dad. Never put things off. I felt slightly sick.
"Uh ... uh ... uh ..." was all I could manage.
"She will move in here right after the wedding."
I was about to throw up.
"Her two daughters will be moving in too."
That was it. I headed for the bathroom and expressed my feelings to the porcelain bowl.
How could Dad do this to me? What was I supposed to do with THREE females moving into our house? I was petrified. My mind was spinning.
Amazingly, among the sick feelings and the feelings of loss and the feelings of confusion, I found another idea niggling around the corners of my brain. With three females running around the house, surely there would be moments when one of them would forget herself and appear in a sheer nightgown, or even better in her underwear. Might one of them even step out of the shower without closing the bathroom door?
I wondered what kind of a pervert I was to let those thoughts come in at this horrible moment in my life. But there they were. Of course I had never seen a naked girl except on the small flat screen of my computer. Now among my fear and confusion, those images were floating across my mind again and again. What was I going to do?
In bed that night, of course those images led me to masturbate. I lay on my face in bed, my cock pressed into the mattress, and rubbed it back and forth as imaginary stepmothers and stepsisters showed their naked bodies to me in various ways. The more they displayed the more I rubbed, until I erupted mightily all over my sheets. I rolled away from the wet spot, and finally managed to get to sleep.
Next day Dad informed me that I was expected to go to the courthouse with him while the Judge married them.
I stammered, "Will the daughters be there too?"
"Of course," Dad said. "They will be her attendants, just like you will be my best man. The older one is 19 and the other is 17, and they are looking forward to the wedding, I can tell you. They said they are looking forward to meeting you, too."
My eyes glazed over and I started sweating. "They know about me?" I asked.
"Yes, they do. They are both beautiful girls, just like their mother. I know you will enjoy having them as stepsisters," Dad replied.
After that conversation, everything went hazy until I found myself in my only suit, following Dad into the courthouse. Frantically I looked around, trying to find my soon-to-be step family. My eye lit on three women sitting on a bench. Surely, I thought, those can't be them. All three of them were gorgeous!
The older woman was dark haired and beautiful. Her body was in fabulous shape and she was wearing a tight lavender dress that clung to it. I realized she was holding a white bouquet and my suspicions were confirmed! This magnificent woman was going to be my stepmother! I swallowed hard.
Then I took in the two girls sitting with her. One was dark, like her mother, of medium height and built like a ... well, you know. She had on a little white dress which clung to her wonderful big boobs and showed a lot of shapely legs. I felt my dick twitching just looking at her. "Oh, no," I thought, "don't let me get a hard on here."
My eyes shifted to her sister. She was lighter of skin and hair, a strawberry blonde. Thinner than either of the others, she was dressed in a silky dress which reached down below her knees, but did nothing to hide her figure. It was lower cut than the others, revealing a little luscious cleavage. My cock promptly sprang to full attention. I bent forward a little, hoping it was not obvious under my suit coat.
The older lady got up and hugged Dad tight. Then he turned to me and introduced them. "Jeremy, meet my bride to be, Connie." Connie put out her arms and grabbed me and gave me a big hug too. I felt her breasts pushing into my chest and made sure that she did not get close to my crotch, because my cock was throbbing.
Connie motioned to the two girls. "Jeremy, these will be your new stepsisters. This is Elaine, and this is Terry." Elaine was the older one, the brunette. I remembered she was 19. Little Terry was the one who was 17.
Both of them grabbed me and hugged me tight too. I was completely embarrassed and had no idea what to do. I just sort of flapped my hands at my side hopelessly. I knew I was making a fool out of myself.
"Welcome, new brother," Terry said. As she did so, she blew gently in my ear. I almost fell on the floor.
"We are glad you are joining our family," breathed Elaine throatily. I felt her chest wiggle, rubbing her tits against my chest. I was too excited to decide whether that was intentional or not. I went back into my dazed state.
We went into the courtroom. Dad and Connie walked in front and then the two girls. I trailed behind, not able to comprehend anything except the three female butts twitching in front of me. Some words were mumbled, Dad kissed Connie, the girls hugged me again and we were out in the parking lot.
I still could not believe that these three gorgeous females were coming to live in our house. The thought of seeing them day after day, even if they weren't skimpily dressed or naked, flew in front of my eyes again and again.
We headed for our cars. As Dad unlocked our doors, Elaine said, "Come on, Terry, let's ride home with our new bro." She grabbed me by the arm and pushed me in the back seat, and then slid in beside me, her thigh touching mine. Terry giggled, and went around to the other side door and slid in on that side, just as close as Elaine was.
Wedged between these two beauties, smelling their perfume and feeling their legs against mine, I could not believe my luck. Then I felt Elaine's hand rest on my thigh, as she said, "I know we are going to have great times together." I was totally confused and did not know what to read into that remark.
I stumbled up the steps to our house still in a daze. Slowly, things sorted themselves out as the women brought their suitcases, boxes and bags in and Dad and I carried them to the proper rooms. Of course, Connie shared the large master bedroom with Dad. On the other side of the hall, there were three rooms in a row. I used the one nearest the living room, and the two others ran back down the hall to the second bath. Elaine took the middle one, next to mine, and Terry was in the smallest room at the end of the hall.
As Dad and I still carried stuff in, the girls were unpacking. Every time I carried a box into their room, it seemed they had a filmy nightgown to fold, or bras to put in the drawer, or some other intimate female clothing to flash in front of me.
As I carried another box into Elaine's room, she turned to me, holding a long lacy black nightgown in front of her. "Mom got new nightgowns for her honeymoon," she giggled, "so Terry and I did too. How do you like this one?'
I know I turned beet red. I could only stammer something, and then I turned and fled down the hall. Elaine's soft laughter followed me.