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."