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My Stepsister and Her Friend (Timothy Spears)


My Stepsister and Her Friend by Timothy Spears

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‘We’re definitely not in Kansas anymore,’ I thought, with only a hint of irony.
There I was, standing at the edge of the Santa Monica Pier with Ronnie, my younger stepbrother, and we literally are from Kansas. My family lives in Topeka. Dad is a professor at the university, while Mom works in the administrative office.
Just a couple of months ago I was kicking back at the house, and life was good. One hot summer day, everything changed for me. I have to say, life is still good, but it sure became...different.
High school was finished, so I had some time to enjoy myself before starting college in the fall, and I was being lazy. Since there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, I’d decided to lay out by the pool. I’d been sunning myself for an hour and was just starting to doze off when I heard Mom call from the kitchen, “Layla, could you come inside for a minute, please? We need to talk.”
It’s never good when Mom says, “We need to talk.” That phrase usually means, “You need to listen, and you probably won’t like what you’ll hear.”
I love my parents to death, but they’re kind of predictable that way.
Hopping up from my sun lounger, I reluctantly went into the house. Mom and Dad were sitting at the kitchen table, and they weren’t eating. They were simply waiting for me.
‘Yep, this must be something serious,’ I thought.
When I walked into the kitchen, though, Mom’s slight frown of concern gave way to a warm smile, and she had me come stand before her. “Let me see my beautiful girl,” she grinned. Tenderly running her hands up and down my hips and thighs, she was fairly beaming. “God, look at you, baby...your bikini is so skimpy on you now. Sweetie, just a suggestion, but if you’re at all concerned about modesty then you may want to start thinking about whether you still want to wear such a revealing bikini in front of your father and the boys.”
Mom was always funny like that, and Dad just smirked. Guffawing at his reaction, she smacked him on the shoulder. “Hush, you. She walks around the house this way in front of you too, even when she’s wet,” she said, giving him a knowing grin.
Dad just held his hands up in a silly gesture of surrender. “I didn’t say nuthin’. Don’t bring me into this,” he chuckled.
I jumped in then. “Mom, it’s no big deal. The boys see me in my bikini all the time.”
“Yes, I know they do. I’m sure they wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she smiled.
Ronnie and his two best friends, Rick and Donny, they’d seen me in my bikini lots of times. We often swam together, and it’d only been two days since Rick had come over to go swimming. They all saw me, Dad included.

Product type: EBook    Published by:     Published: 3 / 2018

No. words: 47166

Style: OM - Step-Siblings, OM - Step-Siblings

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‘We’re definitely not in Kansas anymore,’ I thought, with only a hint of irony.
There I was, standing at the edge of the Santa Monica Pier with Ronnie, my younger stepbrother, and we literally are from Kansas. My family lives in Topeka. Dad is a professor at the university, while Mom works in the administrative office.
Just a couple of months ago I was kicking back at the house, and life was good. One hot summer day, everything changed for me. I have to say, life is still good, but it sure became...different.
High school was finished, so I had some time to enjoy myself before starting college in the fall, and I was being lazy. Since there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, I’d decided to lay out by the pool. I’d been sunning myself for an hour and was just starting to doze off when I heard Mom call from the kitchen, “Layla, could you come inside for a minute, please? We need to talk.”
It’s never good when Mom says, “We need to talk.” That phrase usually means, “You need to listen, and you probably won’t like what you’ll hear.”
I love my parents to death, but they’re kind of predictable that way.
Hopping up from my sun lounger, I reluctantly went into the house. Mom and Dad were sitting at the kitchen table, and they weren’t eating. They were simply waiting for me.
‘Yep, this must be something serious,’ I thought.
When I walked into the kitchen, though, Mom’s slight frown of concern gave way to a warm smile, and she had me come stand before her. “Let me see my beautiful girl,” she grinned. Tenderly running her hands up and down my hips and thighs, she was fairly beaming. “God, look at you, baby...your bikini is so skimpy on you now. Sweetie, just a suggestion, but if you’re at all concerned about modesty then you may want to start thinking about whether you still want to wear such a revealing bikini in front of your father and the boys.”
Mom was always funny like that, and Dad just smirked. Guffawing at his reaction, she smacked him on the shoulder. “Hush, you. She walks around the house this way in front of you too, even when she’s wet,” she said, giving him a knowing grin.
Dad just held his hands up in a silly gesture of surrender. “I didn’t say nuthin’. Don’t bring me into this,” he chuckled.
I jumped in then. “Mom, it’s no big deal. The boys see me in my bikini all the time.”
“Yes, I know they do. I’m sure they wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she smiled.
Ronnie and his two best friends, Rick and Donny, they’d seen me in my bikini lots of times. We often swam together, and it’d only been two days since Rick had come over to go swimming. They all saw me, Dad included.
Returning her smile, I said, “So? Mom, it’s not like they haven’t seen girls in bikinis before. I’m not showing them anything they haven’t already seen a million times.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that, little one. Girls who look like you do in that bikini don’t exactly grow on trees,” Dad said, still chuckling.
“He’s right, dear. There are girls wearing bikinis, then there’s you wearing that bikini. They’re not the same thing,” said Mom, adding a wry little smirk. “Don’t think your stepbrother, his friends and even your father haven’t noticed, especially with the way you’ve filled out. That old bikini used to be cute and girly on you, and that was fine. You were fourteen then. Now you’re eighteen and look at you. Baby, you’re built like a Playboy Bunny. Your bikini barely even covers you anymore, and it’s become so thin and threadbare that it’s basically transparent. Honey, we can see every perfect inch of your beautiful body, including the parts bikinis are designed to cover.”
Pausing for effect, she gave me another warm smile. “We can see everything, baby.”
Taking my hands, she kissed my knuckles. “Sweetie, I don’t have any problem with you wearing your bikini around the house. Really, I don’t mind. If you want to drive our men completely crazy, that’s entirely up to you. I just want you to be aware of how much you’re showing, that’s all.”
“God, Mom, you make it sound like I’m flouncing around in a G-string and stripper heels, showing off for all the boys in the neighborhood. It’s just a bikini. Besides, Ronnie doesn’t care what I wear. He barely even knows I exist. As far as he’s concerned, I’m just his boring older stepsister, and that’s about it. You know, I don’t even think he likes me. He tolerates me, sure, but only because he has to. Otherwise, I’m just a big pain in the you-know-what to him,” I grinned.
Smiling to myself, I recalled how flustered I’d made Ronnie only a few days earlier.
Having just gotten home from school, I was heading towards my bedroom when I happened to hear sexy sounding girly-stuff coming from Ronnie’s bedroom. He’d been a real jerk to me that morning, laughing and running away after sticking his fingers in my bowl of cereal. So, naturally, I wasn’t feeling too charitable towards him. With the sounds coming from his room, I had a pretty good idea that he was again watching internet sex stuff. Giggling to myself, I casually knocked on his door, which was open about six inches. At the same time, I was knocking, I poked my head inside. “Whatcha doing?” I asked, all sweetness and innocence, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Layla! Get outta here!” he shouted, covering his crotch with a beach towel while jumping up from his chair.
“Okay, okay! Jeez, don’t spaz out. I just wanted to let you know I was home, and to say hi. I’ll let you get back to, Ummm...whatever you were doing,” I said teasingly, shooting him a goofy grin.
Busted! Oh yeah, I got him good.
Later that day I found him in the living room, watching TV. Deciding to join him, I offered to get us some snacks. He wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Instead, he just shook his head while mumbling, “I’m good.” It was cute, the way he started blushing. When I plopped myself next to him on the couch, he finally glanced over at me.
“Pervert,” I giggled.
His eyes got so big! I jumped over the back of the couch and took off up the stairs, with Ronnie tearing after me like a maniac. I was laughing like crazy when I got to my room. Just in time, I closed and locked the door behind me.
“Not cool, Layla! Very not cool!” he yelled through the door, yet I could tell that he was laughing, too.
We were always doing stupid things like that, and I’m certain he thought of me as just a constant nuisance. He never said a single word to me about my bikini, though, or about anything else I ever wore. I often had the feeling that he really didn’t even think of me as a girl. Even if he did, I probably still wasn’t his type, besides being his stepsister.
In fact, I was sure of it, because one day I overheard Ronnie and Rick in the kitchen discussing girls. Being the little sneak that I am, I hid in the dining room and heard Rick ask, “So what’s your favorite type?”
“Blondes, with huge tits. I definitely like blondes with long hair and big tits. The bigger the better,” was Ronnie’s answer.
It was true, too. I’d seen his dirty magazines and the posters on his wall. It was always bionic blondes for him. I almost couldn’t be less of his type, which he shortly confirmed.
First, however, he threw the question back to Rick.
“Megan Fox, dude,” Rick answered. “Megan Fox, absolutely. Give me a sexy brunette with a wicked face and an incredible ass. I don’t need her tits to be too huge; they just have to be pretty and fit her body. The main things are her legs and stomach, and especially her ass. She’s gotta have a tight, curvy ass, with perfect legs and a sexy stomach.”
“Megan Fox? I thought you said you hated tattoos on a girl, and you hate conceited, snotty girls who are all full of themselves.”
“Yeah, I do. Dude, don’t get all pissed off at me or anything, but you know who’s perfect? I mean literally flawless? Layla is perfect. She’s exactly what I like. She looks just like Megan Fox, you know she does, yet she’s the total opposite, personality-wise. She has no tattoos, and—”
“Thank god,” Ronnie said, interrupting. “I’m totally with you there. I hate tattoos on a girl.”
“Yeah, Layla has no tattoos, and she looks exactly like Megan Fox. Same wicked blue eyes...same long, black, amazing hair. She has that same perfect chin and the prettiest, sexiest mouth, with the most dazzling knockout smile. She has that sleek, ridiculously perfect body, and her tits are a lot bigger. Megan Fox has great tits, don’t get me wrong, but Layla’s are even better. Her ass is definitely way better. Seriously, her ass is the best ever, and you know how much I love Megan Fox’s ass. Dude, don’t lie, you know Layla is perfect. Top to bottom, from any angle, face or body, that girl is absolutely flawless.”
I could hear Ronnie hesitate before stammering, “You really think so? Layla?”
“Are you serious? You’ve never noticed how hot your stepsister is? You don’t see that she looks exactly like Megan Fox?”
“No, not really. I mean, sure, I can’t say that she’s not pretty or anything. I guess she is, but I never thought of her like that. I never realized how much she really does look like Megan Fox. I don’t know, maybe that’s because I don’t even like Megan Fox. She seems like such a bitch.”
“See, that’s what’s so great about your stepsister. That’s exactly it. She looks identical to Megan Fox, only with an even hotter body, yet she’s still the sweetest, nicest, most un-conceited girl we’ve ever known. Layla truly doesn’t have a snotty bone in her entire body. She also has no idea how hot she is, and that makes her even hotter. Dude, your stepsister is perfect. She’s everything that’s amazing about Megan Fox, with none of that crappy, high-maintenance baggage. You know your stepsister is the nicest, least bitchy girl in our whole school.”
“She’s not always that nice,” Ronnie said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.
‘Serves you right, you butthead,’ I thought, laughing to myself.
“Whatever, dude. Girls don’t come any sweeter or nicer than your stepsister, and you know it. Jesus, she’s even a straight-A student. C’mon, what other knockout like her have you ever seen who wasn’t also a spoiled rotten airhead, or a spoiled rotten airhead and a total bitch? Your stepsister seriously acts like she doesn’t even know she’s the hottest girl on the planet. She may as well be a nerdy fat chick, she’s so down-to-earth and un-conceited.”
“She’s definitely not conceited, I’ll give you that. Yeah, she’s okay, I guess. You really think she’s that hot, though, like Megan Fox hot?”
“You must be completely blind. It’s actually pretty admirable, the way you can’t see that your stepsister is so crazy hot. Head to toe, there isn’t an inch of her that could be any hotter. Seriously, think about it. Tell me, what part of her could possibly be any better?”
“She could be blonde, with ginormous knockers.”
They both laughed, then Ronnie said, “Yeah, okay, maybe you’re right. I can’t come up with anything that’s bad about her, or anything about her face and body that could be any better. Maybe I really am blind, because she’s my stepsister. I guess I just don’t see her that way.”
“Dude, c’mon, if she wasn’t your stepsister and you saw her walking through the halls at school in one of her killer little miniskirts, or especially if you ever saw her in that tiny bikini she always wears around the house? Jesus, you’d be sporting so much wood, you wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Hey, wait a minute! Does that mean you’re sporting wood every time she goes swimming with us? That’s my stepsister, you dirty fuck!”
Again, they laughed, but Rick didn’t actually respond.
“Holy shit! You are! You’re totally popping boners in my pool! What a fag!” laughed Ronnie, then I heard a bunch of racket and even more laughter, like they were play-fighting.
Figuring that any second they could easily come stumbling through the doorway, I decided to duck out of there before they caught me eavesdropping on them.
Wow, that was really cool. I never even knew Rick noticed me. I had no idea he thought I was pretty. I mean, okay, I knew I was sort of pretty, and I wasn’t fat or anything. Compared to the other cheerleaders in our squad, I knew I still looked okay. During the past year the other cheerleaders had even started teasing me about my butt. They never called it my “butt,” though; it was always my “ass.”
We’d be in the showers, or maybe in the locker room changing our clothes, and they would come up to me and “spank that ass,” as they put it. It was almost like some of the girls couldn’t stop, the way they kept spanking, pinching and just plain helping themselves to my bottom! More and more they had begun to gang up on me, as if my bottom was a toy for their amusement.
One time four of the girls surrounded me at my locker, playfully spanking and touching me.
“Hey! Pick on someone else for once! I’m not the only girl here with a butt, you know! Go spank Christa or Carrie,” I giggled.
“If Christa or Carrie had an ass like yours, we would!” giggled Michelle right back, pulling down my little panties from behind.
Michelle is my best friend, so she knew I loved the games they played with me and my bottom. Whenever the girls ganged up on me, she was usually the ringleader.
“Motor boat! Motor boat!” shouted the other girls, and I was laughing hysterically as Michelle took my bottom in her hands. Spreading me open before pressing her mouth into my crack, she made this funny ‘bwooooooarrrr’ sound while shaking my bare bottom all over her face.
Trish was pulling up my top, so I lifted my arms and let her take it all the way off, then she buried her face between my boobs and made the same motor boat sounds.
We were all laughing so hard that we finally collapsed onto the bench. Trish continued to motor boat my breasts, cupping them around her face, then she changed up and began squeezing, kissing and sucking them.
God, it felt awesome. I had learned to love having my boobs played with by the girls, though it was hard to concentrate on my breasts when Michelle was busy between my legs, hungrily licking my pussy.


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