This story is written in the first-person. The main character's name is Kevin, he's an 18-year-old whose parents recently divorced, and his dad almost immediately remarried. I don't have any plans to do any follow-ups or multiple parts to it. Enjoy it for what it is!
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I never expected to have a stepsister.
I grew up thinking that my dad and mom were just normal parents who grew further apart as time went on, I never noticed them showing much affection between each other, but I assumed that they probably fucked once-in-a-while, not that I really wanted to think about that..! What I mean to say is, I never noticed my parents really interacting much at all, and so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when one day my dad sat me down to tell me the news.
My dad, Jeremiah David Washington, known as David Washington at the office, with his name on his office wall as "J. David Washington, J.D." is a lawyer here in Minneapolis for a big insurance company. He graduated from the University of Alabama while playing basketball for them. He was a little undersized for a shooting guard at 6'4" but still managed to play three seasons for the Minnesota Timberwolves. After his "retirement" he went back to school to get licensed as an attorney and quickly landed a job at one of the local insurance companies in Minneapolis.
My mom, Sherilyn Washington, had been working as one of the internal processors for the insurance company when she married my dad. After I was born, she stopped working and took up her new role as mom and wife.
Its hard to know if you're rich or poor when you're growing up, but we lived in a nice neighborhood, I went to private schools, and I never once heard my parents talk about a lack of money around me except the one time I asked my dad if we could build a full size, indoor basketball court in our back yard. "For that kind of money, I could hire a driver to take you to the gym every day for 45 years," he had said to me.
So, that's not exactly what happened, but my mom agreed to take me to the gym every day until I was old enough to drive. For my part, I basically lived at school, the gym, and by the pool in our back yard when the weather was nice, or in front of the TV playing video games when the weather was shitty.
If you haven't figured it out yet, I am an only child. I'm also 6'7" and I'm a forward for my high-school basketball team. Also, having just turned 18, my trips to various college programs who are trying to recruit me have gotten, well, interesting to say the least. I had always heard of some shady stuff going down to try to recruit players, but no one ever admitted to anything, and I wasn't going to either.
I've really been so focused on basketball, that my efforts with girls have been limited. It's not that I'm not interested, or that I haven't had the opportunity. It's just, well, I don't really want anything to put my dream of playing in the NBA at risk. So, I've been strait laced, no drugs, no alcohol, and no pussy. I even went down the rabbit hole of what could be described as a porn addiction that lasted about a month, where I would get home from the gym, go to my room, and spend the rest of the day on my phone jerking off 4, 5, 6, 7, sometimes more times. That had to end one day when I woke up and missed my early morning workout because I was jerking off (again) and actually rubbed my cock raw to the point of bleeding!
So, no more porn.
And no more shady recruiting trips either! I'll spill the beans on one story. A school which shall remain nameless took me to a top tier strip club after a day of tours of the campus. And holy shit, the girls there were incredible. I don't drink, so there was nothing to slow my heart rate or cum rate. And the recruiter paid for one of the hottest chicks I've ever seen to take me to the back room for a private dance.
She was, maybe 5'4" with a perfect hourglass figure, big natural tits (or so I assumed based on the way they mashed up against my chest. I was hard as a rock with my heart racing from the moment she had me sit down. I was wearing some nice slacks and a button up shirt which she slowly undid both for me. In hindsight it was nice of her to do that, otherwise I might have ended up with some conspicuous stains on them. But, regardless, there I was, in my briefs, with a raging 8" hard-on while a naked seductress looked directly at it with lust filled eyes.
I was 50/50 on running away or grabbing a hold of her to fuck her brains out. Instead, both extremes left me paralyzed, while she danced closer and closer to me. When she finally turned around to grind her ass into my throbbing member, I lasted about 20 seconds before I groaned and my cock erupted, shooting semen powerfully through my underwear. She must have felt me go off, and she reached back to grab at the head of my cock, rubbing my seed all over her booty cheeks.
This left my head spinning in a surreal reality where I wasn't sure if I even believed what had happened. But further, that night, I found myself jerking off again and again to any video I could find of petite white girls, making black guys cum from a lap dance. I ignored two of my dad's phone calls to ask me how the trip was going. I didn't respond to text messages from my high school coach. And my mom panicked and called the recruiter to ask if I was okay.
So, no more shady recruiting trips.
Okay, back to "the news" my dad had to tell me. Mom was moving out. I felt my heart sink. I wanted to yell, I wanted to cry, I wanted to beat the hell out of my dad, I wanted to grab my mom by her hair and force her to stay. I had so many emotions of anger, fear, and sadness. But that's not what this story is about, and I refused to let this define me or my trajectory in any case.
It was less than a month later, that my dad informed me that he had been seeing a woman he had known for a number of years through the state bar association. I suspected that this had been going on longer than he was telling, especially since they had decided to get married only a month later after that.
I was almost to graduation, and the basketball season was nearing its end, so I wasn't going to let this derail me. I did my best to take it all in stride with a healthy amount of detachment. My new stepmom and dad were married via courthouse with no fanfare or parties, and other than the occasional awkward conversation, and newfound realization that my stepmom was noisy in the bedroom (easily cured with a pair of air pods and Spotify) not much changed for me.
My stepmom was Tammy McAlister, about 5'6", 47 years old, and frankly, a killer body for an old white lady. (Sorry, sorry, I know its probably not nice for me to call her an old white lady, but what can I say, I'm not exactly happy about her even being in my life.) She gave birth to a daughter 22 years ago, and ditched her estranged baby daddy 20 years ago, choosing to focus on her career, and taking care of her daughter.
Here is where things did change.
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"Hey Kevin, come here a minute, will you?" I heard my dad shout from downstairs.
It was a beautiful early June day, the weather had just gotten really nice, and the heated pool was calling my name. I had already gotten in my morning and afternoon workout, and I was just getting changed. I was in my swimsuit when I heard my dad call out, so I grabbed my towel and went downstairs.
I could see that there were three people in the kitchen, and I almost turned around and went back up to put a shirt on, but I figured 'fuck it, its my house too'. And continued on.
My dad saw me first, "Hey Kev, sorry to surprise you like this, but Tammy's daughter got an early flight to Minneapolis last night and so we just went with it. Kevin, meet Penny."
Penny and Tammy turned around to face me, and when Penny's face came into view, I felt a wave of shock, panic, lust, and lightheadedness. I knew this face. I knew those tits contained in her tight-fitting shirt. I knew that waistline that her jeans were hugging. I knew that ass that was squeezed into those jeans. And she knew me. I don't know who recovered quicker (definitely her), but I watched her eyes go wide, and then settled back down as she reached out to offer a handshake.
My right hand held my towel, which was now involuntarily positioned in front of my raging erection, and so I awkwardly took her hand with my left and offered a quick squeeze before letting go. I somehow managed to creek out an awkward, 'nice to meet you.' To which she smirked and replied with her own, 'you too.'
Tammy and my dad both had quizzical looks on their faces, and I noticed that Tammy was either scanning me for information or checking me out. This did nothing to help my current state of arousal.
"Okay, well, now that introductions are out of the way," my dad began, "I just wanted you to know that Penny is going to be staying with us for a few weeks. She's home from college, but she does have a full-time job that she's taking a short leave from. So, she won't be staying with us the whole summer.
At this, I noticed that Penny's face turned a slight pink. 'Full Time Job' my ass, or her ass, fuck. This was going to be hard, I mean I'm hard, damn it.
"Yeah cool, so umm, I'm going to go out to the pool for a bit," I managed to sputter out.
"Sounds good, maybe we'll join you," my dad offered.
I turned at this and left, grateful to get distance between my erection the only girl who had ever made me cum before. I just couldn't believe that my stepsister was a, (A) a stripper, and (B) THE stripper who had rocked my world and generated a flurry of sexual fantasy that ruined me for a good day.
I was still in the pool, when Penny emerged from the house, a towel wrapped around her body. I quickly pretended not to notice and dove under water, pushing off the side of the pool to swim under water to the other side. Upon arrival, I emerged from the water, face-to-face with my new stepsister who had laid down on the edge of the pool facing right where I had aimed towards and now risen.
"Oh fuck, you scared the shit out of me!" I exclaimed.
I never expected to have a stepsister.
