My Stepsister’s Watched Life: The Unlikely Spy

The suburban sprawl of Atlanta, Georgia, was where my life was unfolding. Our two-story house was a hub of activity, with my sister Rachel and I enjoying a relatively normal, albeit slightly strained, relationship. I was 14, and Rachel was 16, making us only one grade apart in school. Our parents had decided to host an exchange student, and we received a packet with a girl’s picture and bio. I couldn’t believe my eyes – Lidia was stunning, with black long hair and crystal blue eyes that left me breathless.

I had been fantasizing about ways to take advantage of the situation, and I came up with a plan. I installed a remote accessing program on Rachel’s computer, which would allow me to control it from my own computer. With the web-cam on Rachel’s computer, I could essentially spy on her from my own room. After testing the setup, I began to get anxious about the prospect of my plan working. What if Rachel left her computer off or turned it away from the good views?

A week of heavy masturbation had taken its toll, and I decided it was time to put my plan to the test. While Rachel was in the shower, I turned on the remote program and took control of her computer. The screen was mostly black, but I could make out a small glow at the top. I was about to give up when I heard Rachel’s door close, and I saw her standing up and moving around, drying her hair.

My gaze was transfixed on her tan shoulders and neck, and I was instantly hard. Several minutes passed, or maybe it was just a few seconds, before the hair dryer turned off, and Rachel walked away from the computer. I watched as she walked towards her closet, and I knew what I was about to see. The towel dropped, revealing her lean, muscular legs and a perfect tan.

As she turned to take down some clothes, I saw my first real live boobs. They were round and perky, with little dark pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, and I caught a glimpse of her tiny bellybutton. And then, I saw her first pussy. Tan, with a small triangle of light blond hair. It was perfect.

I cursed the shortness of it all, turned off the computer, and went to get dressed. Something was wrong, though – my dick was still raging, and I had to adjust myself to conceal it. I grabbed some orange juice and a granola bar and headed out to the kitchen, where my mom and sister were getting ready for the day.

As I entered the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of Rachel’s short jean shorts and a shirt that rose up above her bellybutton. She was on her tippy-toes, and her legs and butt were making my dick head exposure problem worse. I forced myself to look away and directed my attention to my mom, who was franticly organizing papers for a house she was showing.

“I’m ready when you are,” I said, trying to sound normal despite the turmoil in my pants. My mom looked up, and I panicked, thinking she might have noticed something. But she just looked at me and said, “Oh my gosh, honey, I totally forgot you had practice.”

As we drove to the swim team practice, I was trying to focus on the task at hand. But Rachel’s presence was making it difficult for me to concentrate. She was bouncing along to the music in her ears, and I was struggling to keep my cool.

As we hit the first real street, Rachel’s sun-dress style skirt started to blow up, and I knew I was in trouble. My dick was straining against my pants, and I was trying to adjust it without Rachel noticing. But it was too late – she caught it in time, and we both breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled off the street.

“Shit,” she said, laughing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” I just shook my head, trying to play it cool, while my dick was still raging out of control.

Rachel’s voice cut through my panicked tone as she said, “We have three choices.” I responded immediately, trying to convey that I was worried about practice, not trying to get her attention. “No way, I’ll be so late, Coach won’t let it count for attendance.” Rachel’s tone turned stern, and she said, “1. We can go back to the house so I can change.” I shook my head, and she continued, “2. I can take us on side streets so we don’t have to drive so fast.” I hesitated, and she added, “Well, I need both hands to drive.”

“So the only other option is for you to hold down my skirt,” she said, her voice calm and matter-of-fact. I stuttered, trying to process what she was suggesting. Rachel glanced at me with a hint of amusement and said, “If you knew how to drive a stick, you could shift for me.” I protested, “You know I don’t know how yet,” but Rachel simply replied, “Well, I don’t see any other option.”

I reluctantly agreed, and Rachel instructed me to hold down her skirt. As I reached over to grasp the edge of her skirt, she teased, “Are you trying to get a look at me naked?” I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, and Rachel chuckled, saying, “You have to hold it down here” as she demonstrated with her hand.

I shifted my position, trying to get comfortable as Rachel continued to drive. My panic turned into a mix of excitement and embarrassment as I found myself sitting side-saddle, my left leg between the front seats and my right leg in front of the stick. Rachel’s driving was erratic, and I felt a thrill run through me as her hand brushed against mine.

As we sped through the streets, I couldn’t help but notice the way Rachel’s hair danced in the wind, and the way her skirt flowed behind her. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I was ogling my sister, but I couldn’t help myself. Rachel’s driving was exhilarating, and I found myself getting more and more turned on.

When we finally arrived at the natatorium, I was left feeling breathless and confused. Rachel smiled sweetly as she dropped me off, saying, “Make sure somebody’s picking me up at 10:30.” I nodded, still trying to process the events of the past hour.

As I entered the locker room, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I quickly changed into my swimsuit and headed out onto the deck, trying to focus on my practice. But Rachel was there, sitting in the bleachers and smiling at me. I felt a jolt of excitement as I realized she was watching me, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at her.

As the practice progressed, I found myself getting more and more turned on. Rachel’s behavior was flirtatious, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was intentionally teasing me. I tried to ignore her, but it was no use. I was completely absorbed in the game of cat and mouse that was playing out between us.

When practice finally ended, I was left feeling frustrated and confused. Rachel was waiting for me in the car, smiling sweetly as she said, “I thought I’d help you learn how to use a stick.” I grinned, trying to play along, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Rachel was up to something.

As we began to drive, Rachel explained the basics of shifting gears, her hand over mine as she guided me through the process. I felt a spark of electricity as her hand touched mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Now let out the clutch slowly, and give it some gas,” Rachel instructed, her voice husky and seductive. I hesitated, unsure of what to do next, but Rachel’s eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a surge of desire run through me. I was completely at her mercy, and I knew that I was in for a wild ride.

Rachel’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she gave the car a little nudge. “Give it a little gas,” she instructed, her voice husky and seductive. I did as she said, and the car jerked a little, then stalled. I muttered a curse under my breath, feeling a little deflated.

Rachel beamed at me, her smile radiant. “That’s okay,” she said, her voice dripping with innocence. “It’s hard.” She glanced at my crotch, her eyes lingering for a moment, and I felt a surge of excitement.

“I’ve got an idea,” she said, reaching down under my seat. Her shirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her midriff, and I couldn’t help but stare. She leaned over, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt, and I felt my heart racing.

“I’m going to drive,” she said, her voice husky and confident. “And you’re going to feel.” She stood up on the passenger seat, her legs splayed apart, and I felt a jolt of excitement. She reached out, her hand grasping the steering wheel, and I felt a sense of anticipation building inside me.

As she settled into position, her legs straddling mine, I felt a sense of trepidation. But Rachel just smiled, her eyes glinting with excitement. “Put your feet back on the pedals,” she said, her voice husky and seductive. “And put your hand back on the stick.” She leaned in close, her breath whispering against my ear, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“Now I’ll drive,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence. “And you just feel.” She curled her toes into the top of my foot, pushing down, and I felt a surge of excitement. “Throw it in gear,” she said, her voice husky and seductive, and I felt my heart racing.

“Go!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the car. “Now!” I felt a jolt of excitement as the car surged forward, Rachel’s legs straddling mine, her breath whispering against my ear. I felt a sense of anticipation building inside me, a sense of excitement that I couldn’t contain.

“Again!” she shouted, her voice husky and seductive. “Again!” I felt a jolt of excitement as the car surged forward once more, Rachel’s legs straddling mine, her breath whispering against my ear. I felt a sense of anticipation building inside me, a sense of excitement that I couldn’t contain.

“Hold on to me!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the car. I wrapped my arm around her waist, feeling her body pressed against mine, and I knew I was in trouble.

The car screeched to a halt, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. But Rachel just smiled, her eyes glinting with excitement. “That was fun, huh?” she said, her voice dripping with innocence.

“I…uh…I’m sorry,” I stuttered, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over me. But Rachel just laughed, her voice husky and seductive. “No problem, big bro,” she said, leaning in close. “Took you long enough, though.”

She climbed off me, and flopped back into the passenger seat, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think you can do it now,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence. “I’ll help you with the stick.”

I was amazed, but I had actually learned how to drive a stick, despite the distraction. I managed to drive to our neighborhood without any problem, and it was nice having Rachel’s hand on mine. Her hand was soft and light, and she moved it slowly as I drove, her fingers sliding up and down mine.