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Artwork by Moira Nelligar
Copyright 2018 @ Pornelope
~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~
Maybe I’m a little weird.
Okay, maybe I’m a lot weird, I don’t know.
Jenny is my stepsister, you see. She’s a year younger than me, and the sexiest little vixen you ever saw in your life.
I know, I know. You’re not supposed to lust after your own stepsister, no matter how cute she is.
But it’s different with Jenny!
When we were little kids, we got dumped into the same bath together every single night. And we slept in the same room—sometimes even the same bed—until we were almost teenagers. What else can you do, when you’re living in a two-bedroom apartment that’s so tiny you can walk from one end of the living room to the other in ten paces?
Then we moved to a bigger place, a big farm way out in the middle of nowhere, and we got our own separate bedrooms. And that wasn’t nearly as nice, because it was lonely at night, and we each needed extra blankets to stay warm.
We were used to sharing everything, talking about everything, doing everything together. There were no secrets between us, not about homework or friends or anything!
I watched Jenny go through her share of boyfriends, and she laughed her way through my various girlfriends, too. We approved of a few, watched with relief as the others faded out of our lives, and laughed or cried on each other’s shoulders, as the situation demanded.
Then things changed between us.
I don’t think either of us was aware of it happening, not at the time. But looking back, I can see the slow, definite changes in the way we viewed each other.
It all crystallized one summer afternoon just after Jenny had graduated from high school.
Our folks were both gone that day, so we had the farm to ourselves. In the morning we did our chores, but if we hurried, the entire afternoon was free. We usually spent our summers horseback riding, or idling by the big pond out in the back field. There’s nothing quite as relaxing as sunbathing and swimming and listening to music while you work on your suntan.
People change gradually, and when you live with them, sometimes you don’t notice the changes until something forces you to pay attention.
Like Jenny’s skimpy little bikini, the one she liked to wear down by the pond.
I’d seen it a thousand times without really noticing it…and then suddenly I realized that I had noticed it…because she was standing at the edge of the water, and she wasn’t wearing it anymore.
I also realized, at that same moment, that my cock was standing straight up, and I was hornier than I’d ever been in my entire life.
For my little stepsister?
I was so shocked that I nearly went limp again.
Then Jenny turned to grin at me, and her soft laugh was so full of mischief that I couldn’t help grinning back.
“How long has it been since we’ve gone skinny-dipping together, Jerry?” she asked as she dipped a toe in the water and swirled it around.
My hard-on instantly returned, even bigger and harder than before. I tried to ignore it, and focus on her question. It had to have been…oh, six or seven years, at least…right after we’d moved to the farm, and Jenny’s dad had caught us splashing around one hot afternoon…
I’d never seen him so furious before! He’d yelled a lot about things I hadn’t understood…and then grounded us each for a month…so we’d never dared to try it again.
“You know what your dad would do if he caught us!” I warned her. Sunlight was glistening off her luscious tanned skin, making it hard for me to concentrate. “We’re too old for that kind of thing now, anyway.”
Jenny laughed again. “Since when?” she teased, splashing water at me with one foot. I tried not to flinch as it sprayed across my bare legs and chest.
“C’mon, Jen,” I pleaded, trying to look anywhere else but at her sexy young breasts and sweet, curving thighs. “Get your suit back on!”
Jenny only laughed, and waded deeper into the water. “You aren’t scared to join me, are you?” she taunted. “C’mon, Jerry, the water’s great!”
I knew she was right…the droplets drying on my chest had been cool and inviting. But right at that moment, I didn’t trust myself to move