“Suit yourself,” I muttered, flicking the power button on the remote to turn on the television.
At around nine-thirty, the phone rang.
“Answer it,” Lacey commanded me.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, reaching for the cordless receiver on the coffee table.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Is Lacey there?” asked a male voice.
“I think so,” I said, playing along with Lacey’s childish game. “Let me check. Lacey! Lacey!”
Lacey stared at me for several seconds, and then her hand shot toward me. I slapped the phone into her hand moodily.
“Hello?” she asked, trying to make her voice sound cheerful. “Oh, hi, Mike! No, it’s okay. I understand.”
Her face suddenly fell.
“Oh,” she said weakly. “I see. Alright. Another time, sure. Bye.”
She pressed the button to hang up the phone, and she let it drop absently to the floor. She looked dazed, and I noticed her eyes start to glisten. She dropped to the couch and buried her face in her hands.
“Hey,” I said gently, scooting over beside her. “Hey, it’s okay.”
I put my arm around her, and she turned and buried her face in my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
“What happened, Lace? What’d he say?”
“He said the first girl he asked out – the girl he apparently really wanted to go out with but turned him down – called him back and said she could go after all,” she croaked, her voice muffled by my shoulder. “I was his second choice!”
“What?” I gasped. “Dude’s a moron!”
Lacey continue to cry, her shoulders shaking, barely able to breathe. Her hands clung to the fabric of my t-shirt and squeezed ferociously.
“Hey, hey,” I said softly. “Look. This dude’s an idiot. You’re nobody’s second choice!”
Lacey sniffled and wiped her eyes with her hands. She looked up at me meekly, and I could see mascara smeared all around her eyes.
“Really?” she squeaked.
“Really!” I said vehemently. “Anyone who would see you as a second choice is a real dumb ass!”
In an instant, I felt her lips pressed against mine. She pressed her body against me, and I could taste the fruitiness of her lip gloss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she pushed me back onto the couch, lying on top of me and pushing her tongue into my mouth.
I wasn’t sure how to respond. One part of me wanted to use this as an opportunity to get into her pants, but the other part – the part that loved her and cared about her as my stepsister – wanted to call a halt to everything out of respect. After all, she’d just been jilted quite badly. My love for her won out.
“Lacey,” I gasped, pushing her back. “Hey, stop!”
A tear slipped down her cheek, and she looked wounded.
“I thought this was what you wanted,” she whispered.
“It is, but I…”
“I’m not good enough for you, either!” she shrieked, struggling to her feet.
“That’s not…” I started to deny, but she had already fled to her room and slammed the door.
I headed down the hallway and knocked gently on her door.
“Go away,” she groaned, her voice muffled as though she were speaking into her pillow.
“Lacey, talk to me,” I called through the door.
“I said go away!” she called back.
I twisted the doorknob and pushed against the door. It wasn’t locked. Lacey was lying on her bed, her face smashed into her pillow. Her short skirt was hiked up, revealing her butt and giving me a peek at her lacy panties. I tried to ignore them.
“Lace,” I whispered, sitting down beside her and placing my hand on her back. “Please talk to me.”
She sniffled.
“Look, I just didn’t want to take advantage of you,” I told her. “I can’t stand to see you hurting like this.”
“I thought you just didn’t want me,” she muttered into her pillow.
“That’s crazy! I’ve wanted you for years!” I said.
She sniffled again, and sat up. Her beautiful blue eyes still glittered with tears.
“Really?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“Why?”
“Why what?” I asked her.
“Why have you wanted me for years?”
“Because you’re beautiful, sexy, smart, funny… why wouldn’t I want you? Why wouldn’t any guy want you?”
“Oh, Jace!” she shrieked, throwing her arms around my neck. “Thank you!”
“That guy’s a moron,” I said again. “Seriously. He’s completely stupid.”
“Yeah, he is,” she agreed.
“How about some ice cream?” I asked her. “Double chocolate brownie chunk, your favorite.”
“You remember my favorite ice cream?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
“Of course I do,” he said. “You always go for it when you’re upset. Why do you think I never touch it?”
“I thought you hated it,” she said.
“It’s my favorite, too,” I admitted.
“And you don’t eat it because you’re saving it for me?” she gasped as though it were the most chivalrous thing she’d ever heard of.
“It’s no big deal, Lace.”
“Oh, my God,” she gushed. “You are so sweet!”
She squeezed my neck again, and she hopped up off her bed and headed down the hallway toward the kitchen. When I walked into the room, she had the ice cream container in one hand, and two spoons in the other. She bumped against the silverware drawer with her hip to close it and smiled at me, beckoning me to follow her into the living room.
She sat down on the couch and tossed the ice cream lid onto the coffee table. I sat beside her, and she handed me one of the spoons.
“Dig in,” she told me.
The two of us sat in silence enjoying the cool, sweet flavor of the ice cream. She closed her eyes several times and looked almost orgasmic. I leaned back against the arm of the couch and watched her. In a few minutes, she scooted closer to me and leaned back against me. She held the ice cream in her lap and continued to eat it. I lowered my head and rested my nose against the top of her head, enjoying the sweet, floral fragrance of her shampoo.
“Jason, can I ask you a question?” she asked.
“Sure.”
“Did you… finish… the other night?”
“Finish?”
“Yeah. Did you… finish masturbating?”
“Oh, that. Yeah.”
“Me, too,” she admitted.
“I thought you’d be too upset to,” I told her.
“I was upset,” she said. “But I think I was more upset that we didn’t finish together than anything. I… I thought about you when I did it.”
Lacey dropped her spoon into the ice cream container and tossed it onto the coffee table. She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned back against me again.
“I’m sorry if I upset you that night,” I said. “I don’t know what got into me.”
She sighed.
“Jace, I wasn’t mad at you,” she explained. “I was afraid I would lose control. I wanted to, but I just think it’s wrong.”
“Why? Like I said, we’re not really related.”
“But we’ve been called brother and sister since we were twelve,” she said. “Don’t you think it’s a little… I don’t know… creepy?”
“No, not really. It’s pretty common, actually.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. You know my friend Pete?”
“That blonde guy with the tattoo?”
“Yeah, him,” I said.
“What about him?”
“He and his stepsister just did it recently.”
“Jackie?” she gasped. “Pete and Jackie did it?”
“Yep. He said they might get married.”
“Really? What did their parents say?” Lacey whispered.
“They’re happy
about it.”
“Whoa, seriously?”
“Apparently so, yeah.”
“Wow… Pete and Jackie.”
“You see, it’s not that weird. And Pete said he heard that Tim Norris and his stepsister Amy got married last year.”
“Tim Norris… he was the quarterback who was a senior when we were freshmen, right?”
“Yep. He and Amy got married and she’s expecting their first child.”
“Hmm,” Lacey murmured, clearly thinking about the situation.
I hoped that by hearing some people were knew had done it, that it might not be such a big deal to her. I looked down at her, and I could see her breasts rise and fall as she breathed. I wanted to touch them, but I managed to restrain myself. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and held her comfortingly.
“Maybe it’s not so weird,” she muttered after a few moments.
“It’s not,” I told her. “It’s not weird at all. It’s totally normal.”
“Hmm,” she muttered again.
I squeezed her tightly and used my cheek to brush her hair away from her ear. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I let my warm breath graze against her ear and neck ever so delicately. She tensed up briefly, and then relaxed and sighed.
“I guess it wouldn’t be so weird,” she mumbled.
“No,” I agreed. “It definitely wouldn’t be.”
My heart was pounding relentlessly in my chest, and I could see the roundness of her breasts as I looked down inside her shirt. I had never touched them before, and I hadn’t never seen them except from the side when she was undressing for a shower. It was immensely difficult to resist touching them.
“Would you kiss me again?” she asked suddenly.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
Lacey turned around and pushed herself onto her knees. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her face approached mine awkwardly. Our noses bumped, and she let out a sharp noise in surprise. Then I felt her lips against mine. My eyes closed, and I felt her tongue slip inside my mouth.
Her lips were warm and moist, and her tongue was soft and gentle. She swirled it around inside my mouth, and I slipped my hands up the back of her shirt and felt the smooth skin of her back. She climbed on top of me an straddled me, her kiss becoming deeper and more passionate. Cautiously, I let my hands slide around from her back and up to cup her breasts. She moaned softly, and I could feel her nipples harden under the silky fabric of her bra.
“Lacey…” I breathed as her lips found my neck. “Oh, Lacey.”
My cock stiffened inside my pants, and it pressed insistently against the fabric of her panties. I could feel the bump of her mound underneath them, and I thrust my hips, rubbing the hardness against her. She gasped aloud, and then froze Her face was contorted with horror. Once again, she raced toward her room and slammed the door.
I sighed heavily. I wasn’t sure what had gone wrong. As I sat there on the couch contemplating the situation, my dick slowly softened. I put the ice cream away and slipped the spoons into the dishwasher, retiring into my room to take care of myself once more.
Chapter Three
Around three o’clock in the morning, I woke up and had a sudden rush of excitement. I was determined to get in Lacey’s pants, and I crept down the hallway into her room. Part of me felt like a creepy perv sneaking into her room like that, but I wanted her so badly I just couldn’t stop myself.
I dropped to my knees beside her bed. I lifted her covers and peered carefully underneath. She was lying on her back with her nightgown pushed up above her stomach, revealing pink floral panties. Cautiously, I slipped my hand under the covers and laid my hand over her lower abdomen. She stirred briefly, and then went motionless.
Very carefully, I let my hand slip underneath the waistband of her panties. I could feel a slight tuft of hair, but her mound was mostly smooth. Slowly, I let my hand slide further into her panties. My fingers were over her pussy lips, and I prodded gently, trying to open them.
Finally, my middle finger managed to slip inside her labia, and I felt the warm moistness of her slit. My finger pressed against her clit, and I rubbed it gently. She muttered something in her sleep, and I tensed. But she fell silent once more and I continued. I slipped my finger just inside her pussy, gathering a small amount of the wet juices which were just beginning to flow. I pulled my wet finger up to her clit and began to massage is gently. A very light gasp escaped her lips, but she didn’t awaken.
My finger slipped back and forth over her button, slowly at first, and then increasing in speed. Her hips began to writhe back and forth, and she moaned quietly. I wanted to taste her. I had never licked a girl’s pussy before, and I was overwhelmed with the desire to taste her sweetness.
Very slowly, I lifted her covers out of the way and let them fall off the end of the bed Her breasts were round and tempting underneath the fabric of her nightgown, and her flat stomach rose and fell temptingly with each breath. Anxiously, I grasped the waistband of her panties and tugged. It was difficult, but I managed to slip them off without waking her.
I lied down on my stomach at the foot of her bed and gently pushed her legs apart. Using my fingers, I pulled her pussy lips apart and saw her cunt for the first time. The lips were bald and smooth, her button was erect and glistening, and her lips were pink and rosy. I lowered my face and sniffed, breathing her glorious scent. My tongue pressed cautiously against her clit. A light gasp escaped her lips, and I flicked my tongue against it.
At first, I teased her clit slowly and gently. My tongue barely touched her, and it moved lazily up and down. Her breathing began to speed up, and my tongue moved faster in response. I swirled it around and around her clit in circles, and her hips began to thrust against me in response.
My cock was rock hard, and I began to rub it against her bed. I could just imagine myself sliding my hard cock inside her juicy virgin pussy, tearing her maidenhood and shooting my load inside her. I wanted her to cum.
I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and began to rub it up and down, pushing hard against her. She groaned loudly, and her heels dug into her mattress, pushing her pussy against my face. My tongue moved faster and faster, and her breath began to escape in shuddering gasps. Her legs trembled, and I could feel her entire crotch throbbing under my tongue. She gasped loudly, and her entire body began to tremble as she orgasmed. Somehow, my a miracle from God, she didn’t wake up.
My cock was aching painfully, and it throbbed and pulsed, desperate to thrust inside her tight, wet cunt. I knew I could take her – I could shove my hard cock inside her and take her virginity before she even knew what happened. But I couldn’t do that to her. I felt guilty enough taking advantage of her while she was sleeping, even though I’d just given her an incredible orgasm. As desperately as I wanted to fuck her, I couldn’t do it that way. I wouldn’t.
Feeling the sting of guilt and remorse, I tried to put her panties back on her. She stirred several times, and I knew there was no way I could get them back on her without waking her. I couldn’t leave her panties there for her to find, so I slipped them in my pocket and pulled her blankets back over her.
Back in my room, I held her panties to my nose and breathed deeply. Her scent lingered on them, and it tempted me. I remembered the honey sweet taste of her juices on my tongue, and the shuddering gasps she made when she orgasmed, and I came with her panties still covering my face.
The next morning, she greeted me at the breakfast table as though nothing unusual had happened. I don’t know what she thought when she woke up with no panties on, but she didn’t ask me about it. I felt I’d gotten away with it, and I made up my mind to never touch her without permission again.
I was aching to get her alone again, but our parents were home for most of the week. It was Thursday night before they left again – to attend a cocktail party at the home of my dad’s boss.
After they left, I sat down on the couch a
nd picked up the remote. I turned the television on and started switching through the channels, hoping Lacey would join me. Sure enough, she sauntered into the room wearing nothing but her long sweater and panties. She plopped down on the couch beside me and tossed her legs over my lap.
“What’s on?” she asked.
“There’s a dirty movie on Skinemax,” I said slyly.
“Ooo! Sounds good!” she said.
I turned the channel, and we watched as a guy banged his secretary on his desk. Her large breasts bounced as he pounded against her, and she moaned loudly, repeating, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“That’s so fake,” Lacey muttered.
“How do you know?” I asked her.
She blushed.
“Well, I don’t,” she admitted. “But it just seems really fake for her to be saying ‘Yes, Yes’ over and over.”
“I guess so.”
“What? You like that?” she asked incredulously.
“Well, it’s nice when she sounds like she really likes it,” I explained.
“Even if it sounds fake like that?”
“It doesn’t really sound all that fake to me.”
She scoffed.
“I’d never made noises like that,” she said. “It would be really embarrassing.”
“Really?” I teased. “How about we find out?”
“You wish!”
“I do, as a matter of fact,” I told her.
She was quiet, contemplative.
“Jace, I have to confess something,” she said.
“Oh?”
“I was awake when you came into my room.”
My stomach lurched, and I felt my face burning.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I… I enjoyed it.”
“Really? Well… can I do it again?” I asked, hopeful.
“No, I don’t think so. I… I almost let you go too far.”
“I won’t go any further than you let me,” I promised her.
“But I’m afraid I’ll let you go farther than I want you to.”
Her legs still draped across my lap, I put my hand on her thigh and tried to slip it between her legs. She clamped them together tightly.
“Come on, Lace!” I begged.
“No, Jace,” she argued. “I’m scared.”
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