It's been a couple of years now, but, I remember it like it was yesterday. My step-sister, Tracy, had just turned twenty-one when her husband of only a year had decided it would be best to find someone else. I thought he was crazy! Tracy was about 5'2", with blonde hair that flowed to the middle of her back, the bluest eyes I've ever seen, a new set of D-cup breasts (thanks to the ex), a washboard stomach, firm legs, and an ass that would make you hard just thinking about it. On top of all of this, she had a personality you had to love. I'm just about your average guy. I'm 5'10", about 180 pounds, dark hair that I keep pretty short, pretty tan (I worked a lot of outside jobs), and kinda built from so many labor jobs. The one thing not average about me was my dick size. I know you've all heard guys brag about the size of their junk. Well think what you want, but, I'm about 8" long and around 3" thick when hard.
When Tracy's husband left, I was going through my own relationship problems. My girlfriend of two years just wasn't working out. I had bought a house, and really didn't want anything to do with it when everything between us went bad. So, I left it to her and moved into my dad's. Tracy had decided to move in there, too. Now, me and Tracy had not grown up together. By the time her mom and my dad got married she was 19 and I was 21. Tracy had already been living with her, at that point, fiancee. I had been living in my house with my girlfriend. Needless to say, we weren't very close.
The first couple of weeks were mostly quiet between the two of us. I stayed constantly busy with my friends, while she was always out with different guys. That soon changed.
One night, while our parents were away, Tracy came downstairs and said she needed to use the computer for a minute. I told her it was no problem, and continued watching the tv program I had been halfway through. A few minutes later, I heard her ask, "Why aren't you out with the boys tonight?". I told her that they had all gone out on a hunting trip. Tracy then asked why I hadn't gone. "I'm not much of a hunter, I guess." was my only response. She almost seemed shocked by me saying that.
"This is big, tough Brock. He does all of that manly stuff." she said, sarcastically.
"Not as much as you'd think. By the way. Why aren't you out with your boys?" I said with a grin on my face.
"You make me sound like a slut! I've only been hanging out with a couple of guys, and, I haven't done anything with them because my ex knows them, and may find out. It would cause more shit than I'm ready for in court."
I had thought I really made her mad. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like an asshole. I just figured you'd be with one of them."
"not tonight. I just needed a break from all of the partying. It's not as fun as I thought it would be."
I then thought of a great idea. Never thinking of what could possibly happen from it.
"You should come out to the bar with me. We haven't really hung out since we met. You hear all of the stories about how I am when I go out. You should see for yourself."
She replied,"Do you really want your little sister hanging out with you at the bar?"
"You're not really my sister. It's not a big deal if you came out. My friends seem to like you(well her body. Not that I'd tell her that). It'll be fun."
She sat looking at me for a moment. "Okay. I'll go. BUT, if you get annoyed by me, let me know and I'll walk away."
"You got a deal."
A few days later, it was friday. My friends had all come back from hunting, and had been calling me all day to make sure I was going out that night. I told them I was. I then proceeded to tell them about Tracy coming with me. Collectively, their excitement was obvious. "HELL YEAH!" was the common response from all of them.
It was getting later in the day. Tracy had just walked in around a quarter to six from work.
"I'm really sorry I'm running late. It was hectic as hell today. I never thought I was going to get out of there.", she said.
"There really is no rush. We don't leave until 'bout nine. You can take your time."
As she was walking up the stairs, she turned back to me and said, "For a guy who lived with a girl as long as you did, I figured you'd know how long it takes us to get ready." She then ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I heard the shower start, so I figured I'd start drinking a little early. I grabbed the rum from above the fridge, and mixed it with a little coke. I settled down in front of the television. I was done done with my first glass when I heard the shower shut off. I was walking back into the kitchen when I heard the bathroom door open. Tracy decended the stairs in nothing but a towel that landed just above her mid-thigh. It was tied up around her bronze tits, showing a perfect amount of cleavage. I instantly got hard.
"Are you gonna make me one?", she asked, staring at my empty glass.
"Sure." I said, trying not to let her see me stare at her gorgeous thighs.
We stood in the kitchen, finishing our drinks and talking about the night that laid ahead. Tracy then told me she was going to get changed, and would be down in a little bit. As she walked back up the stairs into her room, I could clearly see the bottom of her beautiful, tight ass peaking out from under her soft, white towel. I was so hard, I thought I was going to cum right there.I shook the image from my head, telling myself, "She's practically your sister! You can't think like that!"
About an hour later, Tracy had finally gotten ready to go. As she walked down the stairs, I was dumbfounded. She was wearing black, thigh-high boots that laced all of the way to the top. A denim mini-skirt that was so mini, you could see a hint of her white panties as she walked down the stairs. A black tank-top, obviously without a bra, and her hair done in pigtails. I was so blown away, I started stuttering.
"A-A-Are you ready to g-go?"
"Yeah. What is wrong with you? You're stuttering and sweating. Are you sure you're okay?", she asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little drunk, probably."
Just as I finished saying that, I heard a horn honk.
I told her "Mike must be here. We should get out there."
She smiled, and we made our way to the car. As we are walking out, I hear Mike whistle. "Damn girl! you'll get some attention in that for sure!" Tracy just blushed. I flipped Mike off as we got in the car.
"Remember Mike, she's my family. You fuck with her, you're fucking with me."
Mike grinned. "Don't worry, bro. I'm not dumb enough to fuck with you.(whispering)But, damn! she's fine."
"I know. Let's go."
The rest of the night went pretty well as planned. All of the boys showed up. All of them staring at Tracy. A few of them being pulled to the side and having the same talk Mike got.
When it was time to go, We had all had quite a bit to drink, except for Tracy. She told me while she was there that she wasn't much of a drinker, and the one from earlier was enough for her. Mike threw her the keys to the car, and told us to take it. He'd get a ride from some girl he had met earlier in the night. As I slid in the passenger seat, I watched Tracy slide in the driver's. Her skirt pulled up enough to let me see she was wearing a white g'string. her ass was more amazing than I had thought. Once inside the car, Tracy's skirt had rolled up, exposing the front of her sexy panties. I was looking at them when she looked at me.
"Does that bother you? I can't really get this skirt to stay down."
"Not at all. I just noticed the color white out of the side of my eye and was just seeing what it was."
"Yeah, yeah. good excuse." She said, smiling." Every guy looks."
I just told her she was crazy, and stayed quiet the rest of the trip home.
When finally home, Tracy asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I told her yes, and had her pick one out. She said she had a movie up in her room, and would go grab it. She wanted to change anyways. As I sat downstairs on the couch, Tracy came back in the room wearing only a wife-beater that was a couple sizes too small for her, and a pair of pajama shorts that were cut up to the very top of her thighs, with loose leg openings. She held up the DVD and showed it to me. It was one of my favorite movies. I told her to put it in. She turned and laughed at me.
"I'm not putting it in! The DVD player is on the floor, and if I bend over, you'll see everything!"
"only your panties. I've already seen those tonight." I couldn't believe those words just came out of my mouth. I had to be five shades of red.
"Yeah. If I was wearing any. These are my sleep clothes." She said with a smile. My cock twitched. I couldn't believe she just told me she wasn't wearing panties. Especially, in those shorts.
