The great love of my life has been my stepmother, Melinda. Over a few days shortly after my 18th birthday, she initiated me into manhood. She also humiliated me, feminized me, and degraded me in ways that were even more important in binding me to her. Years later, after my father passed, she would come back into my life to assume absolute control over it.
Between those poles of my life, only one other woman ever came close to bringing me to the heights - and depths - that Melinda has. That was her daughter, my stepsister, Catherine. Catherine had been both catalyst for, and participant in, Melinda's initial seduction of me. My tryst with Melinda was triggered when she discovered me on Catherine's bed clad in nothing but a pair of my stepsister's panties. And, among the beautiful indignities visited upon me in the following days was being dressed like a French maid to serve high tea to Melinda and Catherine. Catherine indulged as well in verbal, and some slight corporal, punishment.
That day, Catherine had stopped home briefly on her way back to college from some weekend trip. At the time, it was not clear that Catherine fully understood the sexual component of my punishment. However, events in the following months suggested that she had at least deduced, if not been filled in upon by Melinda, the fuller dimensions of Melinda's treatment of me.
***
In the wake of our tryst, Melinda had returned to treating me with the same disdain that had marked our relationship previously. Similarly, when Catherine returned home that summer from her freshman year in college, she did her best to ignore me, except when it amused her to mock me.
As was typical, I was out of step with the rest of the household that summer. Except for one or two trips away together, our parents were fully absorbed by their businesses, leaving the house early and typically returning long after I had made myself dinner. Catherine was working as a track coach at a local athletic club and was usually out the door before I woke up as well. In contrast, I typically worked afternoon or evening shifts stocking shelves at a pharmacy. Thus, the house was usually empty when I arose, and I had the place to myself for a few hours before I went to work. If I was working a later shift, I might luck into still being around the house when Catherine came home.
Red-haired, blue-eyed, and a year older than me, I was enthralled with Catherine throughout junior high and high school. In those days, she had an almost comic-book voluptuous figure with full breasts and a round ass 0n an otherwise girlish frame. Her freshman year at college transformed her into a different, but no less stunning figure. In high school, she had enjoyed soccer, track, and cheerleading. But, in college, she began training in earnest for track and crew. Although she still kept her feminine curves, her limbs, frame, and buttocks thickened with muscle, while a late growth spurt pushed her to nearly six feet tall. Under different circumstances, she could have easily been taken for a model. But, when I would catch a glimpse that summer of her toned, tanned legs disappearing into her high running shorts, her tight athletic top straining to constrain her breasts, and her hair pulled back in a serious ponytail, the effect was altogether Amazonian.
One morning late that summer, I wandered out of my room midmorning to a characteristically quiet house. The door to Catherine's bedroom was open, as she always left it when she departed for work. I went into the bathroom that we shared, started the shower, and climbed in.
As I slowly began to wake up fully under the warm water, my mind drifted to thoughts, as it often did that summer, of Catherine in her running gear. Just a couple of days earlier, I had nearly gasped at the sight of her in a pair of tight racing shorts that rode up over the bottom of her cheeks before plunging between them.
As my cock rose at the memory, I lowered myself to my knees. I took some shampoo from the shower caddy, squeezed a generous dollop into my palm, and within seconds, had my rock hard shaft covered in suds. I closed my eyes and began pumping my stick, fantasizing about being on my knees behind Catherine, squeezing and planting kisses all over her magnificent ass.
The shower curtain flew back. I had not heard her enter. For a second or two, I heard her vocalizing the
Psycho
theme, and when I looked over my shoulder in a panic, I saw her pantomiming a stabbing motion. Then I watched it register on Catherine's face what she had come upon me doing. Her hands flew to her mouth, but they did not contain the familiar peels of dismissive laughter she emitted as she doubled over and backed slightly away.
"Get out!" I screamed struggling to my feet and pulling the shower curtain closed again.
Her laughter began to abate, and I said, half in anger, half in defeat, "Please, just go."
I heard her take a step and the door closing. But, something stayed amiss. I was still not alone. There was a muffled sound that must have been her robe dropping to the floor. Before I could say anything, Catherine eased open the curtain and stepped into the shower behind me.
"I-."
"Shh," she said. "It's all right."
She hugged me from behind and began running her fingers up and down my stomach and chest. Several inches taller than my 5' 8", I could feel her breasts and erect nipples pressed high on my back and shoulders. As she leaned slightly over me, I could feel her breath caressing my ear and cheek.
"It's all right," she whispered again, as she wrapped the long, strong fingers of her right hand around my cock. With her left hand, she began fondling my balls. As she began pumping my shaft, her left hand drifted up my torso to pinch my nipples. I moaned softly and leaned my head back against her shoulder. She laughed softly and, for once, warmly.
She began to stroke my shaft faster and brought her left hand down to catch some of the lather that she was working off the end of my cock. She brought her left hand around, slipped a finger between my cheeks, and began massaging my asshole. I almost immediately began rising to orgasm.
"That's it, baby, give me all you got."
I shot a long rope of cum hard against the shower wall, and Catherine plunged her finger deep into my ass. She seized the base of my cock and gently squeezed, seeming to tame my orgasm mildly. But still, I jerked and twitched and shot load after load against the wall. I was practically leaning all of my weight against her when she released me and slipped her finger out of my ass. She reached around me to wash off her hands beneath the shower's stream.
Catherine kissed me on the side of the neck.
"Been saving that for someone?" she laughed lightly. In a heartbeat she was gone, and for a moment, I half-expected to wake up from a dream.
***
Things changed with Catherine after our encounter in the shower. Nothing more happened between us as the last days of that summer passed. But, she did not retreat to her former icy reserve like her mother had. Rather, Catherine seemed more bemused by me than openly scornful. This was despite the fact that I started rather conspicuously asking after her schedule and our parents', in what she no doubt understood was my hope that we might end up alone together in the house again. I was far too self-conscious and inexperienced to even fantasize about spending time with her away from our home.
Catherine went back to college soon after our encounter, and over the next three months or so, she was never home for more than a few hours to pick up a few things or catch up with her mother. I overheard enough to understand that she had a boyfriend, which made me burn with jealousy. The brief thrill of those visits were the highlight of laboring drably through my final year of high school as a 19-year-old senior, having been kept back a year in grammar school when I first moved in with my father, Melinda, and Catherine.
I next saw Catherine for any length of time at Thanksgiving. For the first time in our lives, she was friendly to me. She surprised me with a hug when she came home that Tuesday night. It was all I could do to disengage and slip away while she caught up with Melinda, before they took note of my erection.
