My Stepsister

I’ll start by introducing myself. My name is Joe, and I’m 28 years old. I live in a nice neighborhood with my wife in a house we’ve called home for about a year now. It all started when our neighbors, Tom and Mary, came over to say hello soon after we moved in. I was immediately drawn to their beautiful young daughter, Katie. Her parents introduced themselves along with her 14-year-old sister, and welcomed us to the neighborhood. After they left, the number 14 was all that I remembered about their short visit. That, and her name, of course. I’ve always been attracted to young girls, and Katie was certainly no exception. She was gorgeous – five foot nothing with a slim, athletic body, the kind of body you can only get from being 14 years old.

It’s now been a little more than a year since they moved in, and I still try to catch glimpses of Katie whenever I get the chance. Being a 28-year-old man sparking up a conversation with a 14-year-old girl isn’t exactly socially acceptable, so I’ve never really talked to her. All I have is whatever my head can imagine about her. That is, until the day I was asked to stay over at their house.

A few months ago, Tom and Mary had another baby. I got a phone call from Mary at around 2 pm on a Friday night. She frantically told me that she and Tom had a family emergency and asked if my wife and I could come over to their house to watch their baby for the night, as they couldn’t take him with them. I apologized and informed her that my wife was out of town for the week on a business trip. I was a bit surprised to hear her ask me if I could still come over. I didn’t have much experience taking care of a baby, but from the sound of it, she had no other options.

I arrived at their house at around 3 pm. After receiving thorough instructions on what to do with the baby, Mary told me something that completely changed my attitude about the night.

“Katie should be home around 7, but could be later,” she said.

I was taken aback. I guess I had just assumed that Katie would be going with them. And if not, I thought she would be able to care for the baby.

“You still want me to stay the night, even with Katie here?” I asked.

“Like I said, she won’t be home till 7, and isn’t comfortable being responsible for such a young baby,” Mary replied.

The idea of being alone in the house with Katie had my head spinning. I could actually talk to her without feeling like a creep. I knew nothing would ever happen with her, but just the thought of seeing her in her house was exciting. Would she want to hang out with me at all and keep me company? What would she be wearing? These and many other questions were racing through my head. My mood had greatly improved.

“Ok, thanks you so much for doing this and please call me if you need anything,” Mary said as she was leaving. Four hours of following written directions quickly passed, and 7:00 was now fast approaching. Having my hands full with the child, I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for what I would do or say once Katie got home.

After setting the baby down for a nap, I heard the door shut.

“Hello?” Katie yelled.

My eyes widened, and before even seeing her, I was starting to get aroused. I turned the corner from the hallway, and standing in the foyer was the sexiest little girl I had ever seen. My jaw fell to the floor. She was wearing jeans and a tight long-sleeved shirt. Her body was incredible, and this was the closest I had been to it in a long time.

“Hey Katie,” I said as I reached out to shake her hand. I wanted to touch her so bad, even if just her hand.

“Hey Joe! Thank you so much for staying over tonight! I would have been so scared being here all alone. I’m glad I have you to protect me!”

Holy shit, was that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. Even though it wasn’t implying anything and was completely harmless, the thought of protecting this scared little teenage girl had me extremely aroused.

“Oh no problem at all. I’m happy to do it! I’ll be sure to keep you safe.”

She looked right at my eyes and smiled, as she walked over to her bedroom. She was so freaking cute. If she had any idea what I wanted to do to her, she would probably be on the phone with the police. All I could do now was go sit on the couch and wait for her to come out of her room (fingers crossed).

It must have been all of five minutes before she walked into the living room, having changed into short shorts and a pink t-shirt.

“So what do you plan to do all night?” she asked.

“I don’t really have anything to do. I’ve actually been pretty bored the last few hours. I have no one to hang out with.”

“Aww, poor you! Haha! I’ll hang out with you if you want. Do you want to watch some TV or a movie or something?”

“That sounds great,” I replied.

She walked over and directly in front of me, leaned over to grab the remote control. I had a direct view of her perfect little ass, and smooth, sexy little teen legs. I had to fight the urge to lean forward and lick her from the ankles all the way up. It was all I could think about.

“Here, come sit down on the couch,” I said as I patted the couch cushion next to me.

“Thanks!”

As she sat down, she let out a groan as if she was uncomfortable.

“Uggh, I’m so sore.”

“What from?”

“Cheerleading practice was a bitch today…my feet are killing me!”

My eyes widened in surprise. Just when I thought she was just a tiny little girl, she had to go and mention cheerleading practice. It made sense now why she was home so late.

“Oh that sucks. Do you want me to give you a foot massage? It might make your feet feel better faster.”

A bold move. But it was all I could think of, and seemed like a great opportunity to make physical contact with her.

“Oh my god, that would be amazing!” she said as she turned to the side, lifted her legs off the ground, and threw her feet onto my lap. I was in heaven. I had this teenage beauty’s feet in my lap, with permission to touch and rub them all I wanted.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good,” she said as she closed her eyes and bent her head back. I just stared at her amazingly toned 15-year-old body. I thought about just jumping on top of her and trying to kiss her. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I didn’t want to risk it though…yet.

As I stood there, frozen in the midst of a moment that would change my life forever, I couldn’t help but replay the events of the past hour in my head. The image of the 15-year-old girl, practicing kissing with her cheerleader friends, had been etched into my mind like a Polaroid photograph.

“I really don’t think I know how to,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, it’s so easy,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in my stomach. “There really isn’t a wrong way to do it. I could show you how.”

My words hung in the air like a challenge, and I couldn’t believe what I was about to say next.

“So how do we do it?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, my lips inches from hers. “Like this,” I whispered, and our mouths met in a soft, tentative kiss.

As we broke apart for air, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. This was it – I was actually kissing a 15-year-old girl, and she seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as I was.

“See, I knew you would know how to kiss,” I said, trying to sound confident despite my growing anxiety.

“That was amazing,” she replied, her eyes shining with a newfound confidence.

We kissed again, and again, our mouths moving in perfect sync. I couldn’t believe how natural it felt, how right it felt.

But as we broke apart for the third time, I realized that I had to bring this to a head. I had to take it to the next level, and I knew exactly how to do it.

“Can I see it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized what she was asking. I took a deep breath and nodded, my heart racing with anticipation.

“Yah, if you want to,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that my dick was throbbing with excitement.

She nodded, her eyes shining with excitement, and I knew that I was in trouble. I was in deep trouble.

“So how do we do it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, my lips inches from hers. “Like this,” I whispered, and our mouths met in a soft, tentative kiss.

As we broke apart for air, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. This was it – I was actually kissing a 15-year-old girl, and she seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as I was.

“See, I knew you would know how to kiss,” I said, trying to sound confident despite my growing anxiety.

“That was amazing,” she replied, her eyes shining with a newfound confidence.

We kissed again, and again, our mouths moving in perfect sync. I couldn’t believe how natural it felt, how right it felt.

But as we broke apart for the third time, I realized that I had to bring this to a head. I had to take it to the next level, and I knew exactly how to do it.

“Can I touch it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized what she was asking. I took a deep breath and nodded, my heart racing with anticipation.

“You can touch it if you want to,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that my dick was throbbing with excitement.

She nodded, her eyes shining with excitement, and I knew that I was in trouble. I was in deep trouble.

“So how do I touch it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, my lips inches from hers. “Like this,” I whispered, and she reached out to touch my dick for the first time.

As her hand wrapped around me, I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. This was it – I was actually about to have sex with a 15-year-old girl, and I knew that I was about to ruin her life.

“Wow, it’s so big,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You can kiss it if you want to,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that I was about to lose control.

She nodded, her eyes shining with excitement, and I knew that I was in trouble. I was in deep trouble.

“Do you want me to?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath and nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. “It would feel really good for me, but I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

She nodded, her eyes shining with excitement, and I knew that I was about to take a step that I could never take back.

“So how do I do it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, my lips inches from hers. “Like this,” I whispered, and she opened her mouth to take the tip of my dick inside.

As I felt her warm mouth envelop me, I knew that I was in trouble. I was in deep trouble.

“That was cool,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement, and I knew that I was about to take a step that I could never take back.

“So what’s next?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, my lips inches from hers. “Whatever you want,” I whispered, and I knew that I was in trouble. I was in deep trouble.