Jeff's Continuing Education
The school year ended with much excitement from the kids and much relief from the teachers and administrators. Jeff was of mixed emotions. On the one hand, he wouldn't see Kari Williams for another three months. On the other, he would see a lot more of Allison. He decided that all things considered, it was a net positive. At least Allison he could talk to, joke around with, and look at porn together with. Though he had been madly in love with Kari ever since he was old enough to like girls, he had never worked up the courage to actually talk to her. She was one of the more popular girls in the junior high, which meant a guy like him didn't have a chance. So he hid the torment of his tortured soul and pretended to ignore her.
Now that school was over, Jeff had much more free time with just his sisters and Allison, since Greg still had to work. Unfortunately, for some reason Lissa got it into her head that because she would be turning sixteen in a couple of months, she needed to find a job. Allison was more than happy to drive her around to the interviews, which meant that either she had to take Jeff and Brit along, or they had to have a babysitter, since Greg insisted that he was not old enough to stay by himself.
The times they went out with Allison weren't too bad. While Lissa was interviewing, Allsion took the other children around to the mall or other stores. It wasn't Jeff's favorite thing to do, but on the other hand, any activity with her couldn't be all bad.
When they hired a babysitter, however, Jeff usually just sat in his room playing computer games or browsing porn. It was getting frustrating not being allowed to view that video. He was known to bend the rules occasionally when he thoght he wouldn't get caught, but the promise that Allison would watch it with him did what rules could not.
Fortunately, less than two weeks after the last day of school, Lissa came home from one of her interviews ecstatic. It was with one of Greg's friends who needed a part-time receptionist in the afternoons, and he had seen first-hand how mature Lissa had become in the last year, so he offered her an after-school job starting in September.
Allison said she would have a talk with her later about finances and budgeting, but she didn't want to spoil her mood right now.
To celebrate, Lissa decided to go for a swim in the pool, which she hadn't had time to do since starting the interviews. Brit wanted to swim too, so the two of them changed into their swimsuits and headed out back.
Jeff had been in his room most of the day, so he hadn't heard the news. He had just finished reading one of his favorite novels and was sitting down to the computer for some porn browsing when he heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," he said.
Allison opened the door and stepped inside. "Good news," she smiled. "Lissa's found a job for next school year."
"That is good news," Jeff replied. "Now I won't get stuck with a babysitter any more."
Allison laughed. "Well, I was kind of hoping that you would be happy for your sister, but I guess that will have to do."
She closed the door behind her, then came over and sat down beside him. "So what are you working on?" she asked.
"Nothing yet. I was just about to... you know."
"Look at naughty pictures?"
"Yeah," he said with an embarrassed grin.
"Anything in particular you had in mind?"
"Well... now that you're here... I was thinking maybe we could look at that video together."
"I was hoping you would say that," she grinned. "Okay, go ahead and open up the website. I hope you haven't forgotten the address already, because if you have, I'll be offended."
"Oh, I haven't forgotten it!" he said, perhaps just a little too eagerly. He quickly typed in the address, and suddenly that image he had seen before appeared. Allison leaned in, putting an arm around his shoulder in the process. Jeff felt a tingle of excitement at the touch. Just being this close her was thrilling enough, and on top of that, he would be seeing her naked, in a sense.
Allison gave an embarrassed laugh. "That's not a very flattering picture of me," she said.
"What are you talking about?" asked Jeff. "I don't think it's possible to take a picture of you that's not flattering."
"Thank you, dear. You're very sweet."
"So are you ready?" he asked, indicating the "Play Video" button in front of them.
Allison sighed. "I guess so," she said.
Jeff clicked the link.
The movie came up again, starting with the empty room. Then the door opened and Allison came in with her partner.
"I'm going to have to remember that hidden camera trick," Allison commented. "Speaking of which, you haven't planted any hidden cameras around the house, have you?"
"You mean like the one in your shower? I mean, no, of course not," he smiled, and she laughed.
"Now you're making me paranoid. I'm going to have to search the shower before I use it next."
By this time, the on-screen Allison was already being undressed. She had her blouse open and the man was fondling her tits through her bra. Then the blouse fell to the ground, and he reached behind her to unfasten her.
"Here it comes," said Allison with a grin.
"I saw this much last time," Jeff explained.
Then the bra came off, exposing her body to view.
"So what do you think?" asked Allison.
"Um... very nice."
"So do you think my boobs are too small?"
"What, compared to some of the other ones I've seen that look like they're so heavy they're about to fall off?"
Allison laughed. "I guess there is a limit to everything. I was just curious about what you thought."
"Well... I don't think they're too small at all." He couldn't believe he was actually having this conversation with her. She was discussing her breasts as if it were perfectly normal.
"So you like them?" she asked, in the same tone of voice that she would use to ask him if he liked her hair, or her dress, or her earrings.
"I think they're perfect," he told her.
"So what do like about them?"
"Um..." That was hard to answer. "Well, they're... um... the right size... and the right shape..."
"Come on, Jeff. That's just too generic. Tell me the truth."
"Okay. I like the nipples especially."
"I always thought my nipples were too small."
"Oh, no. I like them small. Especially when they're nice and clear like that. I've seen some pictures where the nipples are almost the same color as the rest of the girl's boobs, so you can hardly see them."
"Okay, so what about the color?"
"The color?"
"I like to sunbathe naked so that I don't get a tan line. Do you think it looks better that way?"
"Absolutely!" he said.
"Do you think your father would agree?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, since he's the one I'm trying to impress, I wonder if he likes a tan line or not."
"I have no idea."
"All right, then I'm going to go strictly by your own judgment. I'll have to do some naked sunbathing this summer. When you're not around, of course."
"Oh, I don't mind," he said before he could catch himself.
Allison laughed. "No, I don't think you would. But that's a line I don't think we should cross. I'm not ashamed of my body, but as long as I'm married to your father, I think I should limit who gets to see me naked."
Jeff felt a sudden stab of jealousy, but had to admit that she had a point. It was an unfortunate catch-22. The only reason he got to spend time with her was because she was married to his dad, but because she was married to his dad, he wouldn't be allowed to see her naked, at least in person. Well, at least there was the video.
By this time the man on the screen had taken off her skirt, and slid his hands down inside her panties. He began to rub her, and the Allison in the video looked like she was moaning in pleasure. It was too bad there was no sound. On the other hand, it wouldn't do to have that particular noise coming from his bedroom.
Then the man stopped and knelt down beside her. He kissed her hip, then reached around to grasp the waistband of her panties. Slowly he slid them down, revealing her beautiful, hairless pussy.
"So there you see it," the real Allison commented. "Now I'm completely naked. Do I measure up to your expectations?"
"Well, my expectations were very high..." he commented.
"Oh, thank you very much," Allison said sarcastically.
"But somehow you managed to exceed them."
She grinned. "I'll say this for you. You certainly know how to compliment a girl."
"Allison, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Promise you won't get mad?"
"I promise."
"Why don't you have any hair... you know... down there?"
"Because I shave it."
"Why?"
"Because I think it feels better during sex."
"Oh." She was certainly frank, but then again, so was his question.
By this time the man had stood back up, and the two of them were turned toward each other and were kissing passionately.
"One thing about that guy, he sure knew how to kiss," Allison said. "Let me give you a word of advice. How you kiss a girl will determine how your lovemaking will be."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"So what about you? How are you at kissing?"
"What?"
"Come on, Jeff. I'm being perfectly honest with you. The least you can do is do the same for me. How are you at kissing?"
"I think that's a little personal."
"Okay, I'll rephrase the question. How would you rate your experience with kissing on a scale of 1 to 10? For reference, the guy in the video is an 8. The only person I've ever met who's a 9 is my sister Rachael, and I figure somewhere out there there's someone who's a 10. So what are you?"
"Zero," Jeff mumbled. While that wasn't technically true, he didn't think kissing Lissa counted.
"Zero is reserved for people who have never kissed before," Allison said.
"Zero," Jeff repeated.
Allison just watched him for a moment, as if expecting him to explain himself. Well, there was nothing to explain.
"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of," she told him, sensing his uneasiness. "We were all zeroes at one point. We'll just have to work on that."
"Er..." he stammered, growing red.
Allison laughed. "I wasn't talking about myself, of course. So you can stop drooling. I just meant we're going to have to find you a girlfriend."
"Oh, um... yeah. But I'm too young for a girlfriend. I haven't even turned fourteen yet."
"My first boyfriend was in third grade."
"Yeah, but that's different."
"How?"
"Because that's just little kids playing around."
"Well, if you want to wait until you're a little older, there's nothing wrong with that. You're just missing out. Oh, here comes my favorite part of the video!" she suddenly grinned, turning back to the screen.
The couple in the movie had moved to the bed. The man had also undressed by this point, and lay down on his back. The Allison in the movie knelt on the bed by his legs, then grabbed his cock, lowered her head, and took it into her mouth.
"Oh my god!" Jeff exclaimed, thrilled at the sight.
"Don't tell me with all the porn you've been looking at, you've never seen a blowjob before."
"I... well... sure I have. It's just not the same to see someone you know doing it."
"Well, this one's pretty mild by blowjob standards. I didn't even make him come. It was just to warm him up. Make him plenty hard."
"So you don't mind doing that sort of thing?"
"Mind? I enjoy it. There's a certain feeling of satisfaction that I get when I make a man ejaculate in my mouth. I suppose it's just the thought that I have the power to give him that kind of pleasure. Besides, I like the taste."
"That's disgusting!"
"Wait till the first time a girl sucks you off. You'll change your mind instantly. Your father told me your mother never gave him oral sex; I was the first one that ever did."
"You mean you did that to Dad?"
"A number of times. I'm planning on doing it to him again tonight."
"Allison, I can't believe you're telling me these things."
"Why not?"
"Because... well... your sex life is personal. It's not the kind of things people talk about."
"See, I've never understood that. Why shouldn't people talk about it? Oh, I'm not going to go blabbing about it to strangers, but you're hardly a stranger, are you? Look, if it bothers you, I'll stop."
"Well, maybe it does just a little bit."
"You don't like to think about me that way?"
"That's not it at all!"
"Then you do like to think about me that way," she grinned.
"I didn't say that!"
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not embarrassed. It's my fault, really, for showing you this video. Unless you've been thinking about me that way since before I showed you."
"No!" he insisted.
"There's no need to get defensive, Jeff. Let me tell you what I think. I think you find me very attractive. Maybe you even get horny thinking about me. And you know what? I'm okay with that."
"Really?" he asked, stunned.
"Really. I think it's... well, I'll come right out and say it. It's a little exhilarating to catch you staring at me and imagine that you're undressing me with your eyes. I figure, what's the harm in a little fantasy? As long as we don't act it out, of course."
"Um, sure."
"All right, you don't have to tell me if it would make you uncomfortable. But just understand, I'm going to believe that's how it is until you prove otherwise."
"Yeah, okay."
On the screen, the couple had changed position again, and this time Allison straddled him, positioning herself above his cock. Slowly she lowered herself onto it. They took a moment to make sure everything fit together correctly, then she began to move up and down on him.
"I always liked to be on top," the real Allison commented. "What about you? What's your favorite position?"
"Um, Allison, if I rated myself a zero on kissing, don't you think it's probable that I'm also a zero on... other things?"
"Oh, so you're a virgin?"
"I'm only thirteen!"
"Okay, I suppose at your age there's nothing wrong with that. I'll give it a year or two, but then I expect you to do something about it."
"Are you sure you're my stepmother, and not some evil being trying to corrupt me? Most parents, step- or otherwise, would encourage their children to wait as long as possible."
"I'm not an evil being as far as I know, though admittedly I haven't checked in a while," she laughed. "But seriously, most people start experimenting with sex when they're not much older than you. Sometimes younger. I figure if you're old enough to enjoy looking at porn, you're old enough to enjoy the real thing. So it's really rather pointless for parents to tell their kids to wait, because it's just not going to happen. I just want you to live a normal life, and that means losing your virginity in the next couple of years."
When she put it that way, it did make sense. It did seem a little strange talking to her about it, though. On the other hand, he found it much easier to discuss it with her than it would be with anyone else.
He returned his attention to the screen, where Allison was bouncing up and down in a frenzy. The boy rocked his hips up and down to match her motions. Jeff was getting very aroused by the sight, especially since the woman on the video was sitting right there with him. His breathing was growing deeper, his throat was dry, and he squirmed in his seat. Unconsciously, his hand went to her knee.
Immediately he knew he had made a mistake. He shouldn't be touching his stepmother like this, no matter how beautiful she was, no matter how much she excited him.
Allison could have handled it in several ways. She could have scolded him, or forcefully removed his hand, or turned off the video, never to watch it with him again. Instead, she took his hand from her knee and held it in her own hand in her lap. It was a simple gesture that both told him that he had crossed a line he shouldn't have, and at the same time let him know that she wasn't angry with him.
Her other hand went to his shoulder, where she began to rub him gently. He didn't know if it was an unconscious gesture like his hand on her knee had been, or if it was just to help relax him, but it did feel nice.
All too soon, the video ended. The on-screen Allison tensed up, throwing her head back in a silent scream. Her partner wasn't far behind. After they both climaxed, she lay down on top of him, and then the screen went dark.
"So that's it," the real Allison said. "What did you think?"
"Oh my god, that's the most erotic thing I've ever seen!" he told her.
Allison laughed. "It's always better when it's someone you know," she smiled. Then she changed to a more serious tone. "Jeff," she said, "I don't mind looking at naughty pictures and videos with you, but you need to be careful about what you do with your hands."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I just did it without thinking."
"It's all right, Jeff. Like I told you before, I'm flattered that you think of me like that. I just think we should be careful not to start down that road, because if we let it go too far, I doubt you would be able to control yourself. And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't."
"Really?" he asked, astonished.
"You've been nothing but honest with me, so I feel I should be honest with you. You're an attractive young man. You're sweet, gentle, and charming. Everything a girl like me could want in a man. If I were to lower my guard, I might wind up doing something I shouldn't. It's inappropriate not only because you're only thirteen, but also because you're my stepson."
"Wow. I guess I never really thought I could be attractive to someone like you."
"You'd be surprised at how many girls would find you attractive. You just need a little self-confidence, that's all. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is I really like you, and I don't want to spoil that."
"Me neither."
"Good. Because there are plenty of other more appropriate activities we can do together. I think a good rule of thumb is that if you wouldn't do it with the rest of your family, then you shouldn't to do it with me, okay?"
"That works for me."
"I'm glad you understand. Speaking of activities involving the family, that reminds me that I have a promise to keep. I told you all I would take you camping this summer. What do you think of that?"
"That's a great idea," he smiled.
"Good. I'll talk to your father about it and we'll make a weekend of it some time."
That evening at the dinner table, Allison decided to bring up the subject of camping.
"Greg, do you remember last Thanksgiving I promised to take you all camping this summer?"
"So you did," he smiled. "I had forgotten about that. I haven't been camping since I was a boy."
"I've never been camping," said Brit with an enthusiastic grin. "Can we go, Dad?"
He laughed. "Lissa, Jeff, what do you think?"
"I'm all for it," Lissa replied.
"Me too," said Jeff.
"Well then it's settled. We just have to pick the day."
"Tomorrow!" Brit exclaimed with a grin.
"I'm afraid I have to work tomorrow," Greg told her.
"The next day then."
"These things take time to plan," Greg said. "We need to buy some tents and sleeping bags and things. Allison, do you mind being in charge? I'm afraid I won't be much help in that area."
"I don't mind a bit," she smiled. "As you said, the first step is to pick the day. Maybe next month some time."
"My birthday!" said Jeff.
"Now that's an idea," Greg said.
"Hey!" Brit complained. "How come we get to go camping on Jeff's birthday but not mine?"
"Because your birthday is in March," Jeff told her. "We're almost guaranteed to get rained on that time of the year."
"We'll just have to think of something special to do for your next birthday," Allison told her.
"Okay," she beamed.
They consulted the calendar and discovered that Jeff's birthday was on Monday. Greg said he would arrange to get off work that day, and they would go the whole weekend starting on Saturday. They put it to a vote and it came up unanimous.
Over the next few weeks then began to buy the equipment for the trip. They visited a sporting goods store and bought a couple of tents: a three-man tent for Greg and Allison, and a four-man tent for the kids (Allison said that to be comfortable you should always use tents with room for an extra man). They also shopped for sleeping bags, a propane camp stove, and various other miscellaneous items. The shopping trips were fun family outings in and of themselves, especially with the anticipation of the upcoming camping trip.
During one of these trips to the sporting goods store at the mall, Jeff noticed that there was a movie playing in the cinema that he wanted to see, a sci-fi action flick with plenty of explosions. None of the girls were particularly interested, so Greg suggested that he and Jeff stay for the movie while Allison drove Brit and Lissa home. Greg had his cell phone, and would call after the movie finished so Allison could return and pick them up.
The girls had been home only a minute when the phone rang. It was one of Brit's friends, who wanted to know if she could come over for the rest of the day. Fortunately the girl only lived a couple of miles away, so Allison and Brit hopped back in the car. She dropped Brit off at her friend's house and drove back home. That left Lissa and Allison alone together in the house for a couple of hours.
With Brit and Jeff out of the house, Lissa decided to go for a swim. Ever since that incident in the pool, she had been self-conscious about swimming while Jeff was around, but now she decided to take advantage of his absence. As soon as she announced that she was going to go swimming, Allison asked if she would like some company. Since Lissa always liked spending time with Allison, she enthusiastically agreed.
Five minutes later the two women met out back by the pool. Lissa wore her conservative one-piece swimsuit and carried an inflated beach ball, but Allison showed up in a tiny little pink bikini.
"I bought this in Hawaii on my honeymoon," she explained. "Your father seems to like it."
"I can see why," Lissa grinned. It did very little to cover up her impressive figure.
"Of course, for obvious reasons I'm never going to wear it while Jeff's around," Allison commented. "Brit either, for that matter. I don't want her to get any ideas about the types of swimsuits she wears."
"Probably a good idea," Lissa replied.
Allison walked over to the side of the pool and slipped in. She went under for a moment and then came back up, letting the torrents of water run down her body. Lissa watched her in fascination. Allison's figure was absolutely perfect. With her body wet and glistening like that, she could be a swimsuit model. Lissa wished she had a figure like that. Of course, she was still developing, so she couldn't say what she would turn out like when she was Allison's age.
"Come on in," Allison smiled. Lissa headed to the steps in the corner of the pool. She slowly and gradually made her way down the steps until she stood on the bottom in the shallow end. Then she walked forward toward the deep end.
The two women relaxed in the water, floating on their backs or leisurely swimming from one end to the other. They tossed the beach ball back and forth, and even got competitive with a made-up game that had a vague resemblance to water polo. It ultimately broke down into a splashing match, and soon the two laughing, spluttering, and waterlogged girls climbed back out of the pool to dry off.
Lissa lay down in one of the beach chairs and started dabbing herself with her towel. Allison, however, hesitated.
"Lissa," she said, "would you mind if I took my swimsuit off?"
Lissa glanced at her in surprise. "Why?" she asked.
"Let's just say I have a hunch that your father likes a woman without a tan line," she explained.
Lissa nodded her agreement with an embarrassed smile. While Allison was always frank about sex, any mention of her father in a sexual way embarrassed Lissa. Allison didn't seem to notice, but removed her top and slipped out of her bottoms.
Lissa tried not to stare, but it was hard not to look at a woman with a body that perfect. She had the most beautiful breasts, and her hairless mound couldn't be any more ideal. Interestingly enough, Lissa felt completely comfortable with her. Her own body, though hardly measuring up to her stepmother's, was nice in its own right, and ever since that first day in the hot tub when Allison refused to judge her, Lissa didn't mind nudity with the woman.
"Why don't you take your swimsuit off too?" Allison asked. "The sun feels much nicer on bare skin."
Lissa didn't even hesitate, but quickly stripped off her garment and laid it neatly on the nearby patio table.
Allison reached for a bottle of suntan lotion that she had brought out with her. She squeezed a few drops onto her hand and then began to rub herself all over. Lissa watched her with the amusing thought that Allison had just graduated from swimsuit magazines to "gentlemen's" magazines.
Then Allison held out the bottle to Lissa. "Would you mind?" she asked.
"Mind what?"
"Putting lotion on my back. Just the parts I can't reach."
Lissa hesitated, nervous at the thought of touching a naked woman's body. But it was just her back after all. With any other girl she would have refused. But with Allison, it was different. That comfortable feeling she had with her stepmother included touching her as well. She took the bottle, and Allison turned around and sat facing away from her.
Pouring some lotion on her hands, Lissa first rubbed them together and then began to spread it over Allison's back. Her skin felt soft and smooth to the touch, and very warm. Lissa found she enjoyed the sensation of running her hands over the woman's body.
It wasn't anything sexual, she decided. It was just friendly, perhaps a sign of trust between them that they were able to touch each other this way. It reminded her of images of apes grooming each other on the wildlife documentaries she occasionally saw on TV. It was nothing more than innocent affection.
As soon as she was finished, Allison offered to do the same for her, and she agreed. She sat down facing away from her stepmother, who poured some lotion into her hands and then placed them on Lissa's back.
The first contact sent a shiver through her; the lotion was a little cold. But that shock lasted only an instant, to be replaced by the tender caresses of Allison's hands. She relaxed and let herself enjoy the feeling. Yes, it was just two women making each other feel good, she decided. Nothing more, nothing less.
Even when Allison's hands reached over her shoulders and began rubbing Lissa's upper chest, she didn't mind. It was no more sexual than a hug. She enjoyed the closeness, the intimacy even. It didn't mean she was going to jump into bed and have lesbian sex with her stepmother.
"Put your hands up," Allison told her, and she trustingly obeyed. Allison put some more lotion on her hands, but this time she reached around and began to fondle Lissa's breasts. In the process, she pressed her own breasts up against Lissa's back.
That was a little less innocent, but she still didn't mind, assuming her stepmother had the same attitude that she did. She decided to ask her about it.
"Allison," she said. "You're just... you're just putting lotion on me, right?"
"What else would I be doing?"
"Well... I was just wondering if..."
"If I was trying to seduce you?" Allison completed for her.
Lissa couldn't help blushing as her thoughts were put into words, but she nodded.
"I guess it does kind of look that way, doesn't it?" Allison smiled. "But really, nothing could be further from my mind. I mean, I like you, Lissa. I think I'm even beginning to love you, but not in a sexual way. I've just never understood the taboos of nudity or touching. As far as I'm concerned, putting my hands on your boobs is no more sexual than shaking your hand. Does that make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense," Lissa nodded, relieved. So Allison had been thinking exactly the same thing Lissa was.
"It's even okay to enjoy it, in the same way you enjoy a hug," Allison continued. "But if you start getting aroused or feel at all uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll stop."
"Oh, I don't want you to stop," Lissa said cheerfully. "It does feel kind of nice. Like you said, a hug."
"Right, a hug," Allison echoed, then slid her arms around Lissa's stomach, drew her in, and embraced her tightly.
Lissa giggled. She had never expected that she would enjoy being touched by a naked woman. For that matter, she had never even thought of it. And yet here they were, both naked, and hugging. She wondered with amusement what people would think if they could see them now. What her dad's or Jeff's reaction would be.
Allison kissed her lightly on the side of the neck, then pulled back and returned to the task of applying the lotion. Lissa relaxed and let her run her hands all over her body. She didn't even protest when Allison's hand slipped between her legs; she just spread them a little to grant her better access. Allison didn't abuse her trust; she simply rubbed the lotion in and then worked her way down to Lissa's legs.
By the time she was finished, Allison had touched just about every square inch of Lissa's body. Lissa found that she didn't mind at all; on the contrary, she had enjoyed the contact. She lay down in the chair as Allison returned to her own. Both women closed their eyes and basked in the warmth of the sun.
After about ten minutes, Lissa felt she had cooked long enough on the one side, so she spread her beach towel on the patio and lay down on her stomach. Allison came over and spread her towel next to Lissa's to do the same thing.
"So Lissa," said Allison a couple of minutes later. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Not at all."
"Why don't you have a boyfriend?"
Lissa sighed. "I know, I figured it was only a matter of time before people started bringing that up."
"I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"It's all right, Allison. I don't mind. The truth is, I'm not really interested in boys." That wasn't entirely true; she found some of the boys at school attractive, but also obnoxious and immature. In fact there was really only one boy she enjoyed being with, and that was Jeff. Especially since that incident with the pool a couple of weeks ago, she had begun to think of him differently.
"Does that mean you're a lesbian?" asked Allison.
"What? No, of course not!" Lissa replied, growing red.
"I'm sorry. Your answer was just a little ambiguous. I was just thinking, if you're a lesbian then maybe my touching you wasn't so appropriate after all. The last thing I want to do is start an affair with one of my own stepchildren."
Lissa blushed as that mental image popped into her head.
"I'm sorry, Lissa," Allison said with obvious sincerity. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"That's okay. But really, I'm not a lesbian. I just don't think any of the boys at school are the type that I'd like to get close to."
"I suppose that's fair enough. I never really had a serious relationship until after I graduated from high school."
"Really?"
"Don't get the wrong impression," Allison laughed. "I had my share of boys chasing after me. And I even had a few boyfriends, but none that were good for anything other than the occasional fun time. I think most girls your age should be dating, but the last thing I want is to see you get into a relationship that isn't good for you. I just want to see you happy."
"Don't worry. Maybe when the right guy comes along I'll take a chance, but for right now, I'm happy the way I am."
"Well, when that right guy comes along, don't hesitate to ask me for help. I'm great at coming up with diabolical schemes," she grinned.
Lissa laughed. "Thanks, Allison."
"Anyway, I agree that there aren't too many good men out there. I'm really lucky I met your father. He's absolutely wonderful. He's a real gentleman. In fact, if he has one flaw, it's that he's a little too gentlemanly, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I guess Dad's really not the romantic type. He's always been a little formal. Sometimes I wonder if that's why my mom left him."
"Lissa, I don't want you to put too much thought into analyzing that, because if you do, you're bound to either come to the wrong conclusion or hate somebody or even blame yourself. Your mother left because she couldn't see how absolutely wonderful your father is like I can, that's all."
"And it doesn't bother you that... well, that he loved her first?"
"Honestly? I'm grateful to her for leaving your father just when I needed to meet a man just like him. For that, I can never really hate her."
"You've got a great attitude about this whole thing."
"It's not hard when I have everything I've ever dreamed of."
"A big mansion and lots of money?" Lissa grinned.
"Forget the money. That was what attracted me to your father in the first place, but I would give it all up if I had to choose between that and my new family."
"You really mean that?"
"Absolutely. I couldn't ask for a better husband than Greg, you make me so comfortable that I feel I can be completely honest with you, Brit is so cute and full of energy, and Jeff... well, I've had some time to get to know Jeff a little more lately. You mentioned there aren't many boys worth having as a boyfriend, but Jeff definitely falls into that category."
"Jeff does?"
"I know, he's your brother and all that, so I'm not suggesting you actually pursue a relationship with him. Not a serious one, at least."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing really. Just that it's natural for girls to experiment, that's all. And if they can experiment with someone they can trust, all the better."
"You think I should... experiment... with Jeff?" asked Lissa, shocked.
"You're mature enough to know where to draw the line," Allison told her. "And Jeff loves you too much to take advantage of you. If you're not interested in any of the boys at school, you could do worse than to experiment with your brother."
"But aren't you talking about... incest?"
"Incest is just a word that society uses to sneer at something that they don't approve of. I've never been a big fan of doing things just because society says I should. I'm not telling you what to do; I'm just letting you know of a possibility you might not have considered."
"I don't know. It sounds creepy." Actually, it sounded tempting. Who better than Jeff to help explore her emotions and even her sexuality? Like Allison said, he loved her too much to take advantage of her. And Lissa had already fantasized about him a couple of times. Perhaps it wasn't so bad after all.
"If it makes you uncomfortable, then don't do it." Allison shrugged. "It's really up to you."
Lissa considered it for a moment. She wondered if she could find a way to get him alone some time. Would he go along with it? Would he actually let her fool around with him?
There was only one way to find out. She couldn't suppress her smile as she made up her mind.
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