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Disclaimer
All characters portrayed in this story are 18. All sexual activity depicted within is consensual. Happy reading!
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Chapter 1
I was your typical teenager, my parents divorced when I was younger, and I ended up living with my dad. Life was simple, that was until my dad met his new girlfriend, Marie. Marie was a fellow divorcee and happened to have a daughter called Kate, who also happened to be eighteen like me.
When we were first introduced, Kate was ok I guess, but the total opposite of me. While I was quiet and reserved, she was loud and outspoken.
For a while, we didn't have much contact with each other. My dad would sometimes stay over with them, and sometimes Marie would stay over ours. Kate and I existed outside of that relationship for the most part. Only really seeing each other for meals out or special occasions, like birthdays.
That however would soon change.
My dad sat me down and asked how I felt about Marie and Kate coming to live with us. I didn't really want them here, I enjoyed it just being dad and I, but I could see how much he wanted this and how much he loved Marie.
Not wanting to disappoint him, I set aside my reservations and agreed it was fine.
Over the next few weeks, Marie and Kate gradually began moving their stuff in. Kate got the spare room next door to mine and naturally Marie shared my father's bedroom.
It certainly took a while to adjust to the new living arrangements. I liked to get up early and take my time in the mornings before school, where as Kate was a sleep in, last minute kind of girl.
Kate also happened to be incredibly attractive, she was 5'7, blonde and had curves in all the right places, God damn did she have curves in all right places.
Our parents always left the house for work before we got up. So in the morning it would always be just me and Kate.
Kate also had a tendency to walk around the house wearing just her panties and an oversized t-shirt, with no bra. The T-Shirt wasn't quite long enough to be a nightie, so it just about covered that glorious ass of hers.
I would be sitting at the kitchen table eating my breakfast, when she would casually walk in, blanking me completely. I liked to think she wasn't being rude, but that she just wasn't a morning person.
She would go to the fridge and drink the OJ from the carton, which was one of my pet hates. However, the side effect of this nasty habit, was that when she closed the fridge door, I could see her nipples had reacted to the cold.
In the instances that we did coincidentally have breakfast together, she never joined me at the table, she always ate her breakfast leaning against the kitchen counter. I'd notice sometimes that she'd lean over the counter, arching her back, which also meant her T-shirt came nowhere close to covering her delicious derrière.
Needless to say, I was glad I was sitting down and that I wouldn't leave the kitchen until she had left. I don't know if she was aware of what she was doing, or if that she was so used to it being just her in the morning.
My dad suspected this would be the case with us, but he said that while we were living with women, we couldn't just mooch around in our underwear anymore. We had to be kind and respectful, so I always made sure that I wore a pair of shorts and a T-shirt in the morning.
Kate also had a loser boyfriend called Bryan, he would come over every so often and they'd disappear to her room. Sometimes when I've been in my room, I could hear them having sex, there was no attempt to hide it.
She was very vocal, and he liked to talk dirty. So much so, there were times I could barely look the guy in the eye, when we passed in the hall.
The least Kate could do was put on some music to drown out the sound of her repetitive devotion to God.
Kates' sex life didn't seem to be a concern for her mother, and therefore my dad. Her philosophy seemed to be, she was a woman, she was eighteen, and as long as she was practicing 'safe' sex, she could bang who ever she pleased.
Chapter 2
Our parents had left for work, and I began my usual morning routine. I hopped into the shower to get ready for school, when my leisurely soaping was interrupted by the banging of the bathroom door. I heard my name being repeatedly taken in vain, along with more banging.
The beast had risen it would seem.
Kate continued to randomly bang on the door as if it was some sort of Konami cheat code to make me go faster. It was my hope, that by simply ignoring her she would go away. How wrong was I?
Kate took it upon herself to open the bathroom door and let herself in. We didn't have locks on the bathroom door as my dad and I never needed them.
She slid open the shower door, dropped her towel and side-stepped in.
"Jesus Christ Kate, what are you doing?" I said immediately covering my cock and balls.
"I'm running late, and I don't have time for your lengthy wanking sessions in the shower."
My immediate thought was how did she know about the wanking sessions, but that wasn't important right now.
Kate turned around so her back was to me and started to rinse her hair under the water.
"Don't get any ideas, perv." She said effectively trapping me in the shower with her.
Up until this point I had never shared a shower with anyone, let alone a member of the opposite sex.
In this utterly unexpected and bizarre situation, I couldn't help but sneak a peek, it was only natural I told myself. All I could see was a bit of side-boob and her ass.
While I hate to admit, she did have a phenomenal ass. I could see why Bryan kept coming back for those regular prayer sessions.
Admitting defeat, I attempted to carry on showering around her, although that was proving difficult as she was stealing all the water.
Kate suddenly stepped back into me and my cock accidentally brushed against her ass. Naturally, hot water, plus naked girl, plus hormones equals instant erection.
With my manhood poking out, it was now knocking on her door, asking to borrow a cup of sugar.
"Steve, what the fuck is that? Are you touching my ass."
I lifted my hands in the air, to protest my innocence and to prove I didn't lay a finger on her.
"She turned her head and glanced down.
"Jesus Christ Steve, you fucking creep."
"Hey, don't have a fucking go at me. This was my shower first. I didn't ask you to come in here and grind that ass of yours against my crotch did I."
She huffed, there was no comeback, she ignored me, like she did. I think deep down, she knew I was right.
"Turn around," Kate commanded.
"What?"
"I said turnaround, I need to wash."
"For Fuck Sake," I muttered under my breath, turning around. I stood there with my arms crossed, waiting for her to finish.
Staring ahead into the shower glass, I realised I could see more than just my reflection. I could see hers as well, it wasn't clear, but I could just about make out her tits. I watched as they jiggled about as she cleaned herself, which was doing nothing to quell my now raging boner.
She turned off the taps, not bothering to ask if I was done and slid the door open and stepped out. She had quickly wrapped herself in her towel and as I started to get out, I realised my towel was behind her and she was in the way.
"Can you pass me my towel," I asked peeking my head around the shower the door in an attempt to cover my nudity.
She looked behind her and snatched it off the hook.
"Here, and when you're done maybe you can hang it on that towel rail between your legs."
She threw the towel at me and left. As I wrapped the towel around my waist, I couldn't help but think if her last comment was an insult or a compliment.
I carried on getting ready for school. When we were done, I left to catch my bus, where as Kate got a lift in with loser Bryan.
When school finished, I was the first to get back home. As I came in, my dad and Marie were heading out.
"We're just going out to the shops, we'll see you later," my dad said, putting on his jacket.
"Do you need anything?" Marie asked.
"Oh, can you get more OJ please."
"Will do."
As the front door slammed behind them, I went to my room to savour the silence of being home alone. I was just about to indulge in a sneaky wank in my room, when I heard the front door open and close, then a few minutes later, I heard Kate's bedroom door do the same.
I could hear the sound of crying, which instantly killed the mood for any appointment I may have had with Rosie Palm and her five lovely daughters.
After a while, I heard her door open again, then a few steps in the hall, stopping outside of my door. Then the handle turned, and Kate popped her head in, her eyes were red, and her cheeks were wet.
"Have you seen my mom?" She asked with a sniffle.
"Yeah, she and my dad have gone out to the shops."
She sniffed again.
"Ok, thanks."
She started to close the door.
"Kate, are you okay?" I asked. Not because I cared as such, but because it felt like it was the polite thing to do.
She opened the door wider and came in and sat down on the edge of my bed. I could see she clearly wanted a shoulder to cry on. I sat up on my bed.
"It's Bryan, he cheated on me with Kimberly 'fucking' Walton." She said, starting to cry again.
"I mean, who the Fuck does she think she is, miss perfect fucking tits. We all know they're fake KIMBERLY!"
I just sat there listening to her vent, having no idea who Kimberly was, but knowing she now had a perfect pair of tits. I felt my horny mind slowly drifting to that image.
"I just can't believe, you know, Bryan would do this to me. I mean, what's wrong my tits Steve?" She said hoisting them up and bunching them together.
Her question tore me from my momentary Kimberly fantasy and back to reality.
I was hoping it was a rhetorical question, that didn't warrant an answer, but no. She sat there, her mascara now running down her face, making her look like Alice Cooper after a marathon set on stage, during a heat wave.
She wiped her eyes, smearing her mascara even more.
"Well, Steve?"
I looked at her boobs and then at her face.
"Nothing, there's nothing wrong with them. They look good?" I said, phrasing the last part like a question rather than a statement of fact, in the desperate hope that was the correct answer she was looking for.
Her eyes started to well up and she began to cry again. Obviously, that was not the correct answer.
"Good, just good!" she yelled at me.
"No, no, I didn't mean good I meant great. You have a perfect pair of tits Kate. Bryan is a fool to give those up, I mean you up," I said once more desperately trying to give her the answer she so sorely needed to hear.
She sniffed once more.
"You mean it?"
"Yeah, definitely and Bryan is a tool, and you're better off without him," I said laying it on thick for good measure.
