Dog
Star’s 
Steps
They say you never forget your first.
When Daddy married Julie, my family doubled overnight. I now had a big brother—of course, a stepbrother—and a new mom, which was really cool. The best part was that Mark was a hunk who played lots of sports in high school, and he seemed to like me even if I didn’t play any sports myself. Julie was a cool stepmom too. They moved into our house, and my dad remodeled part of our attic into a fantastic bedroom for Mark. I joked with Daddy about why he never did that for me, but he knew I was kidding and he patted me on the butt like he usually did.
I liked to visit Mark in his bedroom, though I respected his privacy. I knew he had magazines hidden under his mattress and that he looked at porn on his computer, but that just added to the mystery of the new “older man” living under the same roof.
One day he even showed me one of the magazines. In it there were pictures of naked women, all with big boobs. “Do you think someday I’ll have ones like these?” I asked him.
He was very uncomfortable and kept trying not to look at my chest, which I guess was hard for him to do even if I don’t have anything there yet. “I don’t know, Chloe,” he practically stuttered, “but I bet they’ll be very pretty.”
“You think so?”
He still stared at my chest, eventually admonishing me not to tell his mom about the magazines. It wasn’t until I went to the bathroom and saw my reflection in the mirror that I realized my nipples were showing through the fabric of my shirt. Wow, that’s what he was looking at. The idea gave me a funny tingling sensation in my tummy.
And that’s how it all began. Up until that day, sex was a nebulous concept. After looking at the pictures and seeing how Mark looked at me, the concept of sex became more real. That night I stood before the same mirror with my shirt off and checked myself out, squeezing my almost non-existent breasts this way and that, imagining how they would be if they were like the women’s in Mark’s magazine.
Another cool thing about my new family was that when Daddy had to go on a business trip, I didn’t have to go somewhere else or have a sitter. The first time Daddy was away after the wedding, I visited Julie in their bedroom and asked her if I could sleep with her. She said, “Aren’t you a little old for being scared at night?”
“It’s not being scared, really, it’s like ‘cause everything’s different now.”
Because she’s trying to get to know me, she said yes, but not before warning me that she slept naked. “Are you okay with that? I mean, I can get out a nightgown if it makes you more comfortable.”
“I think it’s kinda neat!” I said. “Can I sleep like that too?”
She looked at me for a few moments, like she was deciding, before she said, “I’m not sure how your father would feel about it, but I guess it’ll be okay for one night.”
When it was time for bed and I brushed my teeth, I went to the bedroom and found her naked already, standing before the dresser mirror and brushing her hair. Her body wasn’t like the ones in Mark’s magazines, but it was amazing to look at anyway. Her breasts were pointier and she had bigger nipples. She had hair down below but it was only a little strip. I took off my nightgown and climbed into bed. She got in next to me, but not before noticing me staring at her breasts.
“You’ll grow soon enough,” she said with a smile.
I couldn’t say anything about Mark’s magazines so I said instead “Yours are really cool looking. Can I feel them?” She looked uncomfortable but she said yes anyway. “Between us girls,” she said with a smile.
I rubbed and squeezed them, especially around her nipples. I was surprised when the nipples puckered up and stiffened to my touch. I moved my hand to my chest and felt the little bits of fatty tissue that would someday be actual breasts. I met Julie’s eyes and said, “How come they do that?”
“You mean nipples? They are very sensitive spots on a girl.”
“Did you like it when I touched them…touched you?”
She smiled sweetly and said, “Yes, I did. I love it when your father touches me like that.”
“I bet you guys have great sex.”
“What do you know about sex, young lady?”
I almost told her about Mark watching porn on his computer. Whew, that was close! “I know some from sex ed in school and stuff like that.”
She put her hand on my chest and now it was her doing the rubbing and squeezing. “Well, since it’s just us girls, I’ll say that your father is an amazing lover, so much so that I miss him too much when he’s away like tonight.”
“Really?” What was first like a tickle became something else entirely as she kept playing with my nipples. My hand went back to touching hers. “You mean that if he was home you’d be having sex right now?”
Like a co-conspirator, she laughed then whispered “I’m horny enough. That’s one of the reasons he married me because I want it all the time.” Dad married her for sex? That was a new thought. I asked her what ‘horny’ and ‘it’ meant, but instead of answering me directly, she asked a question of her own. “Chloe, have you ever looked at a boy and had a funny feeling in the pit of your stomach, like a bunch of butterflies were fluttering around inside you, wondering what it would be like if he was your boyfriend and he kissed you?”
“I think so, maybe a couple of times.” What was strange was how she changed because I rubbed and felt her breasts. That ‘butterfly’ thing she said was exactly how I felt when I first saw her naked, and now it intensified because of her touch. Did she have that feeling too?
“That’s arousal,” she said, then hesitated. “I doubt very much that your dad ever had a conversation with you about sex, right?”
“No.”
“You must be close to puberty…you haven’t had a period yet, have you?” When I shook my head, she continued, “Puberty and menstruation…that’s having your periods…will be the start of you being a woman. Everything will happen after that…growing breasts and pubic hair…and your body will be ready for sex…that’s arousal…being horny…like I am right now.”
“It feels so good having you touch me,” I said, putting my hand on hers as it rested upon my now aching little nipples. “But this isn’t sex, is it?” I thought about the porn that Mark watches. “I mean, girls don’t have sex with girls, do they?”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret. Before I married your father, I had sex with lots of women. In fact, my first sex was with a girl, when I wasn’t much older than you are.”
I said “Cool,” but right away I felt her shiver, and her body had grown hot. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“I don’t want to scare you, but just thinking about my first time with that girl and having you right here, touching me like you were, makes me think of having sex with you. That wouldn’t be right, but it’s still a feeling I can’t help having.”
“It doesn’t scare me, Julie. I’ll let you if it makes you feel better.”
And then she showed me how to make love to a girl.
She kissed me on the lips before kissing and sucking on my nipples, explaining all the while what she was doing and why. She licked down the center of my belly, stopping for a moment at my belly button. I told her it tickled, but it sure was a different kind of tickle. Then she went down below. She spread my legs and got between them. She said, “You have a beautiful little pussy,” before she started licking and kissing me there. I thought it was kind of weird until it began to feel really good. Her tongue went into me and she licked several places, but she must have known that some places were better than others because the whole experience got hotter and those butterflies turned into hopping grasshoppers.
“Oh…oh…oh…Julie…that’s…that’s…AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Something happened to me. It was like this bomb exploded deep inside. I surprised myself by how loudly I cried out when whatever it was hit me. Wow, what a feeling!
Julie moved up to lie beside me and smoothed my sweaty hair. “How was your first orgasm?”
“That’s what it’s called? It felt soooooooooooo good!” I said, sounding more like a cat meowing than a person talking.
She smiled and said, “And now you know one way girls have sex.”
“There’s more than one way?” I asked, but having watched some of the videos that Mark watches, I knew that men and women have different ‘ways’ to make it, so why not when it was two women? I didn’t let her answer. Instead I said, “Now can I do that to you?”
“I was hoping you’d feel that way,” she said, spreading her legs.
I mimicked what she had done to me. She gave me some direction, especially while explaining about her clitoris, which I found to be quite interesting. I licked the little nub, and as I did it first shrunk away, like it was hiding, before I found it again and it popped up, swelled and stiffened. She didn’t make much noise at first but I knew she liked it. After a while she did make noise.
Finally she groaned real loud and said, “I’m gonna cummmmmm!”
She shook like I had, so I knew she had an ‘explosion’ like mine. Her orgasm—I liked that word—was very wet, and tasty too.
It felt good sleeping next to my stepmom, feeling the warmth of her naked skin against mine. She kissed me in the morning, admonishing me not to tell my dad about us having sex. I told her it would be our secret, but I hoped we could do it again. Which is what happened: whenever my dad went on a business trip, Julie and I had sex. She taught me so much about my body, and how to make a girl have an orgasm. When I had my first period a few weeks after that first time, I knew what to expect and she helped me. When I called her “Mom” one day, she was so happy I thought she’d cry.
I doubt if Mark ever heard us, even though we did make a lot of noise. I liked my new older brother, and because of that it bothered me that he was so shy and didn’t have many girlfriends. It’s not as if he was ugly or anything. Like I said before, he was a cute jock. You might say I had a crush on him. I’d visit him in his attic bedroom (he liked to call it his “loft”) sometimes pestering him about girls and his secret magazines. He was easily embarrassed by my boldness. I guess he couldn’t comprehend how openly curious I was about all things sexual. I’d tease him long enough to show me what porn videos he’d been watching on the Internet.
“Have you ever had sex?” I asked him one evening in his bedroom. He got all red and didn’t want to talk about it, but after some more pestering he told me that he had touched a few girls (and they, him) but he hadn’t gone “all the way” yet. What was comical was by that time my breasts had begun to grow, and because I still didn’t wear a bra, they showed under my shirt. Mark sure noticed, and I liked that, making me tingle inside. I even had dreams every once in a while of having sex with Mark.
My sex dreams, however, were mostly satisfied by my stepmother.
Julie seemed to be true to her self-description. She was horny all the time. Every so often, when my dad was home and we didn’t have sex, Julie would go into the bathroom and I’d hear the tell-tale vibrations before she would moan in orgasm. Then later in the night I’d sneak outside their bedroom and hear them having lots of hot sex. They’d make so much noise it would get me going and I’d have to go back to my room and touch myself. It usually didn’t take long for me to have my own orgasm.
One hot day I wanted to go to the pool, so I went upstairs to ask Mark if he’d drive me there. Lately I haven’t been knocking on his bedroom door unless it was late, so when I walked in to ask him I was surprised by what he was doing. He was lying on his bed nude, and he was rubbing his penis with one of his sex magazines in the other hand! I was speechless, watching him, so he didn’t see me right away. His was longer than I thought they were (I always figured the guys in the videos were like freaks) and it looked pretty rigid. I must have made a sound, for suddenly he stopped and tried to cover himself.
“What…” he started to say, but then said, “Were you watching me for long?”
I walked to his bed. “Not long, but I’m sorry I…I spoiled it.”
He looked at me funny, “You know what I was doing?”
I laughed, “Of course, silly.”
He was still hard—I saw the bulge under his sheet—though he was trying hard not to make it obvious. “What do you want?” he said, a little testily. I was really sorry I ruined it for him.
“Nothing. I was going to ask you for a ride to the pool, but I’ll leave you alone,” I said, pointing to the magazine like his lover of the moment.
“Wait! I mean, like you know about it…sex, I mean?”
I couldn’t very well tell him about his mom and me, so I made a comment about watching the same videos he watched. “You don’t have a girlfriend now?” I asked, looking down at the bulge under his sheet. He’d lost his concentration on it, and so it had slipped a bit. A few more inches and I would be able to see his penis up close. Maybe I could make it slip. “Who cares about the pool? I could be your girlfriend today if you want.” With that I slowly moved the sheet to expose his erection. It looked mysteriously beautiful being so close to it.
I sat on the edge of the bed and tentatively put my hand around his penis. I didn’t know what to expect. Perhaps I thought it would be rubbery, but instead it was pretty hard under the skin. He moaned, “Oh Chloe, maybe this is a bad idea. You’re my sister now.”
“Only a stepsister,” I said, “which isn’t the same thing.” Having prepared for a visit to the town pool, I was wearing my bikini with a pair of shorts over it. I said, “I bet you’d like to look at my breasts, even if they’re not anywhere as big as those,” motioning toward the page of the magazine that he’d been looking at as he masturbated.
“Can I?” he said, the eagerness readily apparent. That made me feel good, since I hardly had much to look at.
I reached behind and untied my bikini top, and tossed it aside. His eyes opened wider, and I noticed his penis twitch. “You can touch them if you want.”
Tentative at first, he rubbed and squeezed first one then the other until my nipples stiffened and I moaned in appreciation. “Yours are so nice…they don’t have to be big,” he said as he continued to caress them. In the meantime I was rubbing my hand up and down on his penis. Suddenly he groaned, “Chloeeeeeeeeee, I’m gonna—”
I looked at his penis in time to see it shoot a long stream of white stuff high into the air as I felt it jerk in my hand. That stream was followed by a couple more that didn’t go as far but still shot a long way. After those spurts, more dribbled rather than shot out. My hand was covered though most of it rained on Mark. As if embarrassed, he leapt from the bed, saying he had to shower. I took off the rest of my clothes and lay down on his bed waiting for him to return.
I didn’t know if he expected to find his stepsister still there, never mind naked, but he looked shocked when he returned wet from his quick shower and saw me on the bed. Of course, he wasn’t hard anymore, though he still felt like he had to cover himself even after what just happened.
“Can you get hard again?” I asked. I didn’t yet know about stuff like that. “I can help.” I patted the bed next to me.
Sheepishly he laid down next to me. “I can’t…this is so weird…you being here Chloe, and…talking sex…and, me cumming like that…”
I made him explain ‘cumming’ to me. He tried but basically was too tongue-tied to do it. I got the drift anyway. While I held his penis and felt it stir, I said, “You can touch me, you know. I won’t bite.” His hands explored me, but I got the sense he was inexperienced with girls. After a minute or so of his pawing, while he grew back to his previous hardness, I said “Would you like to lick me down there? It feels good, you know.”
He looked at me strangely, his expression in effect saying how do you know? If only he knew how good a pussy licker his mother was!
I gave him some direction, and he did a credible job even though he didn’t get me to orgasm. He would learn, I thought.
His penis was very stiff, and it leaked some clear fluid quite different than the milky white stuff he’d squirted earlier. I’d seen videos of girls putting boys’ penises in their mouths and sucking, and figured it was like the same thing as someone licking a girl’s pussy. I had to try it myself.
He was on his knees on the bed when I swung around and took him between my lips. The leaking stuff was surprisingly sweet tasting. I mimicked what I’d seen in the porn videos, and he seemed to like it a lot; I glanced up at him to see he had his eyes closed as he moaned softly. He was a bit too big to go far into my mouth so I mostly sucked on the end and used my hand on the rest of his shaft.
In between mouthfuls, I said, “You’re not going to squirt, are you?”
Like the question was a trigger, he moaned loudly and shot it right to the back of my mouth. I swallowed some of it but it still choked me, so I began a coughing fit, spewing a cloud of his cum into the air, while he apologized profusely for cumming in my mouth. I went into his bathroom and rinsed my mouth out with tap water. He followed me in there, still apologizing.
“Now it’s my turn to take a shower,” I said.
“Can I take one with you?” he asked expectantly.
“You already took one, silly, but if you want to I guess it’s alright.”
I let him wash me all over, since this was a continuation of what I figured was his first time getting all naked with a girl. Mark repeated how “hot” my body was, and how lucky he was to have me for a stepsister. I didn’t think at my age my body could be that hot, unlike the women in his magazines, but I appreciated his admiration.
He got stiff again while he was touching me in the shower, but I told him we’d had enough for the day and I still wanted to go to the pool. While he got dressed, I put my bikini back on. When we walked downstairs, Julie looked at us funny and asked, “What was all that running water?”
Mark said, “That was me, taking a shower. We’re going to the pool so I wanted to shower first.”
My stepmom still looked at us funny, but she didn’t say anything more as Mark and I went to the car. I wondered if she suspected anything, or worse, overheard us. On the way, I said to Mark, “We didn’t actually do it, but I can be your pretend girlfriend and we can go all the way some time.”
He was so horny I saw his shorts bulge. Even though he was painfully shy, he was still a hot boy, so I knew he would be good as my first. We separated at the pool. I swam with some of my friends while he hung out with some of his. I caught him looking at me, and I knew right away he’d want to have sex as soon as we got back home. I’d have to be careful. I couldn’t let Dad or Julie find out about me and Mark. He brought up the subject of sex as he drove us home, but I told him he’d have to wait for the right time, as we had to keep it secret from my dad and his mom. The right time came in a couple of weeks.
In the meantime, I got to sleep with my stepmom again. For some reason she was even more passionate than usual with me, and I think I came in seconds, not minutes!
“I’m so happy you’re my stepdaughter, Chloe. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t share this bed.”
“Why? What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Please don’t misunderstand me, sweetheart. I love your dad more than anything, but lately he’s had a hard time…you know…getting hard…enough to have sex. I’d never even think of sleeping with another man, but I need it bad, so I’m glad I have you.”
I was stunned. Julie was so pretty I couldn’t understand why Dad wouldn’t get hard like Mark did. I said, “Is he okay?”
“He’s not sick or anything. I think he’s just under a lot of stress from work lately, the way the economy is…but please don’t say anything to him. He’d get angry with me if he knew I told you about his…problem.”
“I won’t say anything,” I said, but I was still worried about my dad. What I did do was make love to my stepmom again; giving her the orgasm she seemed to need so badly. She was very loud, so once more I hoped Mark didn’t hear her.
I thought about having sex with Mark, and then thought about how many secrets I could juggle without ‘dropping’ one. Oh God, Mark was like a slobbering idiot around me. Having sex with me must have been the only thing he thought about. One Saturday I woke up horny, having dreamt of some pretty crazy sex, and knew it was time. I snuck up to Mark’s room in my nightgown. When I went in, he was still asleep, naked and uncovered. I stared at his penis, remembering how big and hard it got, and wondered what it was going to feel like in me. I moved to the bed, sat down next to him and began playing with his penis. It ‘awoke’ before he did.
“Now?” Mark said with obvious anticipation.
“Why not? I need a good orgasm.” With that, I pulled off my nightgown.
He gave me another of his incredulous looks. “Orgasm? I thought you hadn’t had sex yet.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that girls masturbate just like boys, and I surely couldn’t tell him about all the sex with his mother. “I wanna try on top,” I said before straddling him. Luckily for me, I was already so horny I was wet, otherwise in my naiveté this wouldn’t have worked. Mark was so astonished at my brashness that he was speechless. I took his stiff penis in my hand and guided the end into me. It was a much tighter fit than I imagined. I struggled with taking all of him into me to the point I gave up and let gravity do the rest. That was my first mistake; damn did it hurt!
He must have seen the look of discomfort on my face, for he asked, “Are you okay? We don’t have to do it if it hurts.” Of course, he didn’t really want me to stop but it was sweet of him to ask anyway.
I got off. “Maybe we should do it a different way,” remembering a video I saw where the position was called doggie-style. I smiled at Mark and moved to my hands and knees, pointing my butt at him. He knew those videos too.
He knelt behind me and stuck it in. I tried not to flinch when he went all the way in. He moved his penis tentatively at first, which was a good thing, allowing me to get used to it. My vagina felt stuffed, but after a few strokes it began to feel better. I thought of my clitoris, so while he did me, I reached down between my legs and rubbed it with my fingers, matching his rhythm.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Chloeeeeeeeeee, you’re soooooooo speciallllllllllll,” he moaned as his rhythm got faster. It felt good with him going faster, like it was rubbing good places better. I was trembling from my orgasm when he jerked inside me. In the throes of my wonderful orgasm, I pictured in my mind his cum shooting out of him deep inside my vagina.
And that’s when I realized my second mistake.
I can get pregnant!
Oh well, I thought, it’s too late now. I had no idea if it would work at all, but I excused myself and went into the shower, using the hand-held shower head to try and rinse his cum from my dripping vagina. Mark followed me, concerned that he’d done something wrong. He panicked when I told him, but his face lit up when I mentioned condoms for next time. He was ecstatic there would be a next time. I was simply wondering if I’d get pregnant. My dad would be pissed, but having Mark’s baby would certainly be cool.
Like I said at the beginning, you always remember your first. Now I had two ‘firsts,’ one with my stepmother, and though I didn’t have a big orgasm, one with my stepbrother. Having sex with “Steps” was a cool thing!
The best sex was when I had ‘doubles.’ That’s when I had sex with Mark and then later got to sleep with his mom. Since Mark and I now used a condom, I wasn’t worried anymore about either pregnancy or Julie somehow tasting his semen when she ate my pussy. One night I asked Julie how my dad was doing in the bedroom. She told me his “problem” would come and go. She laughed after she said it; getting her own pun though I didn’t. As I licked Julie’s clitoris to one of her amazing orgasms, I wondered if I could get my dad stiff like I got Mark. Dad never tried anything with me, but maybe if I sat on his lap in my nightgown with no panties on…
I had a dream that night of the four of us in bed together. I gave my dad the biggest penis in my dream, and it got real hard after kissing me. That’s when Julie pushed me away, and she and Dad had hot sex. I awoke when, in the dream, Mark put his in me just as Julie was screaming out that she was cumming.
I was all sweaty and hot. And very wet, too. I snuck out of bed and went upstairs to Mark’s room and jumped him. I did all the work. I rode him like I’d seen women in videos, and it hardly took any time at all before we were both cumming.
Oops, I realized long after we were done. No condom.
Like that game with a gun—Russian Roulette—it was only a matter of time before a lapse would result in me being pregnant. The thrill of risk somehow made me horny again and Mark didn’t stand a chance.
Oops!
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