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 Deep Inside of Kara by Jon_Karajan

   My name is Robert Lewis.  I was 14 when my parents split up and 16 when
Dad married Lillian, a divorced woman that he met at the GE Appliance Plant
in Evansville, Indiana where they both worked.  Lil and her family moved in
with us guys over Spring Break.

   Lil had two daughters, Kara who was 15 and Karen, who was 18 but still
in high school.  Karen kind of bounced between her dad's house off Lincoln
St.  and our house over by the airport, while my brother Steve stayed with
Mom off and on until he got fed up with her constant bitching about how
Lillian broke up Mom and Dad's marriage.  We always figured it was really
Mom's drinking and screwing around that did it, but what did we know at
that age?  Anyhow, Kevin joined the Marines when he graduated and Mom moved
to Indianapolis where she took up with a black guy.

   When I first saw Kara, it was at the annual G.E.  Holiday party.  We had
met Lillian before and I kind of expected a younger clone of her mom -"a
thin, sharp-nosed blond with heavy makeup.  They could not have been more
different.  Kara was on the curvy side.  She had short, almost black hair
and a round face that always looked fresh.  Her breasts were large for a
girl her age and she was always smiling and laughing and hugged people that
she barely knew.

   Kara was in the 8th grade at Nancy Hanks Lincoln School.  NHL was the
only public school with Special Ed in Vanderburgh County.  I'm sorry to say
that the normal kids used to tease the kids who went there and I did too,
until Kara became my stepsister.

   Dad explained that Kara was a little slow and added, "but she's a nice
girl." Steve and I looked at each other knowingly.  The kids who went to
NHL rode a different bus to school than the other Junior High students.  It
was the short bus and when it went by our stop, we could see kids wearing
helmets and such and we used to wave to them by flopping our hands around
and they did the very same thing back at us.  Kara wasn't really retarded,
I guess.  But she had been held back twice and had to work harder just to
get by in school.

   She really was a sweet girl (and still is) and it was hard not to like
her even with the tension over Mom and Dad's divorce and all.  Kara was
uninhibited and always touched and kissed people and did some weird things,
like peeking into my room.  I was embarrassed to have friends over
sometimes, but every one of my friends that met her had to admire her grit.
She expected to attend Vanderburgh High School like everybody else and
Lillian looked after her and bought nice clothes so that she was like the
normal kids.

   Dad and Lil were pretty careful not to leave me and Kara together,
especially when Steve was there too, and we guessed why.  Eventually they
let their guard down some and there were times we were in the house alone
together for short periods.  It didn't take long for attraction to develop
just because she was there and because back then girls in high school
didn't hook-up the way kids do today.  Getting laid was a full time job for
guys back in the day and I was always horny as hell with little to no
prospect of a score.

   During the summer weekends Dad took us out to Isaac Walton Lake and I
had to sit in the back of his Plymouth Satellite with Kara for the thirty
minute ride.  We didn't have air conditioning in Dad's car because ac was
an expensive option.  The back windows only rolled down half way, so there
was a bit of -�perspiration odor -� that developed during the half hour it
took to drive out to the lake and there was something about Kara's smell
and proximity that always gave me a hard on.

   I tried to keep my mind off of her because I didn't want anybody,
especially the adults to see my cock was hard when we got out to the lake.
Unfortunately I couldn't help but see the size of Kara's breasts and make
out her nipples through the top of her modest, one-piece swim suit so my
dick was almost always hard by the time we got there.  I carried the towels
and inner tube from the car into the bathhouse just to cover my boner.

   At the beach, Kara would sometimes come up and splash me and we would
brush against each other in the water and sometimes I thought she did it on
purpose, but I put it out of my mind to keep from getting a Woodie.  That
didn't always work and so I generally carried the wet towels and stuff out
to the car, also.

   Once or twice on the ride back home, Kara dozed off and slouched down in
her seat.  Looking over, I could make out a bit of dark pubic hair at the
edge of her swim suit, on either side of her camel toe.  A lot of times,
she would lean over to poke or pinch me as kids do, which made me even more
horny.  One day, I guess it was July fourth cause so many people were there
and Kara gave me a Wet Willie to be funny.  When we got home, I jumped out
of the car with the towels and trotted strait to the half bathroom under
the stairs where I spit in my hand and jerked off over the toilet.

   I came faster and more than I ever had before and watched big globs of
my jism drift around the bowl like an off white jellyfish as I leaned
against the slanted wall, shaking and breathing heavy.  I flushed the john
and went upstairs to my room where I felt guilty for a while but then
masturbated again before Lil called us to dinner.  I used one of the damp
beach towels to wipe up my jism and threw the bunch of them into the hamper
on the way downstairs.

   After that, I always thought of Kara whenever I jerked off, which was
often.  My only knowledge of women was from a couple of Mens magazines and
a stag film that I saw at a friend's home so I imagined in my mind's eye,
what I thought Kara's boobs and pussy looked like -"way better than the
Mexican whores on the film, I supposed.  And all the while I thought it was
wrong and sick to want sex with my step sister because I thought I might
make a baby with three eyes or something like that.

   If we didn't live in the same house I could have gotten her out of my
mind, but there was no way to do that cause she was always there and we
shared the bathroom upstairs and I could hear her peeing, which got me
horny all over again.  I wanted Kara and constantly thought about her, even
after the school Mixer where there were lots of girls my age.

   Shortly after school started that September, the Vanderburgh County
Teachers Union went out on a long-threatened strike because the voters
rejected a referendum to give them more money and smaller classes.  As
punishment, we were put on half days for like eight weeks, and had heavy
homework assignments every night, even the Special-Ed kids, like Kara.  And
it meant that Lillian wasn't there when the short bus reached it's stop
around 1p.m.

   Lil and Dad agreed that since I got home first it would be my job to
walk Kara home from the bus stop and help her with her homework until he
and Lil got home at 5:30.  That left us alone for 4-1/2 hours or more.  I
really tried to be good, but couldn't keep my mind off of Kara, her smell
and her ample breasts.

   As I recall, a couple of days went by where I walked Kara the four
blocks home from her bus stop and right by Brad Costner's house.  Brad and
I had gone to school together from the third grade, but Brad was one block
inside the Reitz High School Zone so we didn't see each other as much as we
did in grade school.

   Brad was shooting hoops in the driveway and when he saw us, I felt
embarrassed to be seen with a retard, but hid my feelings and politely
introduced him to Kara.  Kara giggled and gave Brad a warm hug.  We guys
chatted about cars and such until Kara interrupted us about some
butterflies that had hatched at her school.  Finally I told Bradley that we
had to get going and Kara skipped ahead a bit.

   Brad leaned over and whispered, -�She's your stepsister?  Wow, she has
big tits!  You should get a piece of that!  -� I was at once horrified and
embarrassed at his lewd suggestion and didn't want him spreading that sort
of stuff around the neighborhood.

   I stammered that it would be wrong, and what if she became pregnant or
told her mom?  Brad countered by saying that nobody would ever know because
after all, Kara wouldn't want her mom to know either.  That did make some
kind of sense.  As I mulled over his words, my dick hardened in my jeans
and I felt a little flushed.  Then Bradley added: besides, you can use
rubbers and nothing will happen...

   Kara had skipped a few houses past the Costners and, almost on cue she
yelled, Come on!  What are you waiting for?  I told Bradley that I had to
go and hurried to catch up with Kara.  I was so horny that I couldn't think
about anything else and to make matters worse, Kara wanted to hold my hand
the rest of the way back.  In ten minutes we were at the house, went in and
spread our books onto the dining room table.

   My thoughts raced while we started our homework: Kara won't want her mom
to find out either.  Nothing will happen.  I can use rubbers.  Nothing will
happen.  She's not really related to me.  What if we got caught?  I can use
rubbers.  Nothing will happen.  Just then Kara leaned to ask me something
and at the same time touched the back of my upper arm.

   Nothing will happen...Nothing will happen...  I turned in my chair and
impulsively gave her a nervous peck on the lips.  To my surprise, she
kissed me back, then kissed again and we held the kiss for a moment as my
heart pounded.  In a moment we were all over each other, kissing and
groping.  I tried to French kiss her and at first Kara didn't quite get it,
but seemed to enjoy the experience and tried to reciprocate by sticking her
tongue out in a way that made us both laugh, braking the tension.

   I guess we both came to our senses and I said to Kara, "Hey, let's not
say anything to Dad or Lillian, OK?" I was having some fear that she might
blab so I told her they might get mad.  Kara said she never would and
added, "Cross My Heart and Hope To Die, Stick A Needle In My Eye!"

   We laughed again and I knew everything would be OK.  She wouldn't tell
and nothing would happen.  And I made plans to buy some rubbers.

   We cooled it for the moment and got cracking on the homework again.  We
were finished and were watching Batman on TV when Dad and Lillian drove up
to the house.  After dinner, I rode my bike over to the Highway 41 Truck
Stop and bought 4 rubbers for $1 in quarters from the machine in the mens
room.

   My hands were shaking as I put the coins in the machine and pulled the
lever.  I put the condoms in my socks just in case.  In case off what, I
didn't know.  Neither Dad nor Lillian ever searched for contraband but I
wasn't taking chances.  I rode my bike like 40mph back to the house and
stashed the rubbers under my mattress.

   Ten-thirty was bed time on a school night, but that night I couldn't
sleep thinking of Kara and the rubbers under my mattress.  I got out a pack
and looked at it, turning it over and over, reading the package warning
about prevention of disease.  About midnight, Dad and Lil had gone to bed
and I just had to see Kara, so I slipped out of my bed and tiptoed down the
hall, toward Dad and Lillian's room.

   As I approached their room I could hear the bed squeaking and Lillian
moaning.  I stopped in my tracks, mortified.  I hustled back to my room and
feverishly pulled my meat, the semen squirted onto my chest and stomach. 
Next thing I knew, the alarm was ringing.  It was morning; time to get
dressed and off to the bus stop.

   Kara was awake too, and she smiled sweetly at me when she came down for
breakfast.  She was wearing her nightgown and the sun shone through the
window over the kitchen sink, outlining her body.  I could make out her
nipples and my cock became rock hard almost instantly.  I carried my books
low to the bus and sat by myself, thinking while the other students whooped
it up and the driver yelled, as usual.  Nothing will happen.  Kara won't
want her mom to find out.  Nothing will happen.

   There was nothing left to rationalize.  I had made up my mind.

   On that morning the motley crew of Scab Substitutes and Assistant
Principals who taught the abbreviated classes barely intruded on my
thoughts and my cock ached from being hard the whole four hours.  I was
first on the bus and first off at my bus stop.  As I passed him in the
aisle, Ken Krautmeyer made a stupid joke about me carrying a gun and some
of the girls tittered, but I didn't care if anybody saw my hard on.  I
hurried the four or five blocks to Kara's stop and waited impatiently.

   The NHL bus was about ten minutes late and I had time to kind of talk
myself out of screwing Kara.  My hard on returned when I saw the bus and I
held my books low so the bus driver wouldn't notice.  When Kara got off the
bus and smiled at me, I was shaking and felt feverish again.  We were both
excited and hurried home, holding hands off and on as we walked.

   There is a shortcut we sometimes took, down an alley past two garages
set close together between Van Buren and Tippecanoe streets.  We turned
down the alley and as we came to the garages I motioned Kara to follow. 
Between the garages we couldn't be seen except by someone passing nearby
and I pulled Kara to me and kissed her more firmly than the day before. 
She got the hang of Frenching right away and we were both shaking as we
made out between the wooden buildings.

   I tried to unbutton her blouse but couldn't.  I was real nervous and
Kara unbuttoned the rest of them herself and slipped her blouse off,
leaving it still tucked into her pleated skirt.  I still remember the lacy
pattern of her pink bra and the way that her tits bulged a little over the
top.  Without a word, Kara reached behind her and undid the clasp of the
bra, and off it came, too.

   Her breasts were not exactly as I had imagined, given my level of
knowlege and they looked kind of fat to my eye, with pink nipples and
largish, bulging aureole.  We were both breathing hard and I gave one a
feel with quivering fingers.  I had never gotten this far with a gal before
and I remember that her breasts weren't uniformly soft as I imagined; they
had areas of slight firmness as well.  I rubbed them gently as we made out
between the garages and rolled her nipples between my fingers.  My cock was
rock hard and Kara reached down to touch it through my pants.

   We must have been there for ten minutes or so when a dog started
barking. Kara buttoned up and stuffed her bra into her book bag.  We
scooted out of there and walked home very quickly, holding hands most of
the way.  I could see Kara's nipples were erect against the fabric of her
blouse and and my cock was bent double by the tension against my jeans.. 
It wasn't even 2pm and we had plenty of time for more when we got home.

   We kicked off our shoes and threw the books onto the table as soon as we
got in the door,.  I took her hand and we raced upstairs to my room and
fell across the bed.  After a few preliminary kisses, I helped Kara sit up
and pull her blouse off over her head, then started taking off my own
clothes as Kara watched.  The hard cock bulging in my briefs was obviously
new to Kara and she gently touched my tool.  I self consciously decided to
leave the shorts on for the moment as I eased Kara back down on the bed. 
We rolled around a bit, making out and feeling each other all over.

   When I let my hand slide under her skirt, Kara's panties felt a little
wet between her legs, not like she had peed her pants, just moist.  She
held my hand down against her mound and I gently rubbed her pussy lips and
the area just over her clit through the soft cotton panties while we
kissed. I was nervous and afraid that I wouldn't know what to do.

   We were both steaming and I knelt on the bed spread to unbuckled the
wide vinyl belt of her skirt.  It turned out to be a decoration; the skirt
had a zipper at the back and Kara had to raise up to unzip the thing.  I
slid it off her legs together with her panties and as I did so, caught my
first glimpse of Kara's sweet pussy, the first one that I had seen, except
in the skin magazines.

   I looked down at her dense brown bush and dark pink labia peeking out.
For an instant I knelt there on the bed, looking at her body, drinking in
her appearance.  My eyes satiated, I got back to business stripping off my
shorts and then threw them off the bed by Kara's stuff.  My cock pointed
pretty much strait up at my chin as I put my right leg over her left.  Kara
looked at me intently as I climbed atop her, and I kissed her mouth, neck
and breasts as I went.

   Like I said, up to that time I hadn't ever rounded second base with a
girl and my knowledge of sex came from some old 8mm stag movies that George
Lanker's dad had in their basement.  For a moment, I was afraid I wouldn't
know what to do next, but things seemed to fall into place as we made out
on my bed.

   Like I said, her breasts were large and I tentatively kissed her hard
nipples, and pulled at them with my lips.  I remember looking down at her
face.  She was smiling and I kissed her again and again, on her mouth,
neck, breasts and stomach.  Soon I was at her groin and felt the coarse
pussy hair against my upper chest.  I could smell the same odor as in the
car and it was time to get my throbbing prick into that steaming hole.

   I put the other knee between Kara's parted her legs, put the head of my
dick against her labia and pushed in against her wet, hairy pussy.  Kara
said ow!  just as my cock slid into her wanton box.  It was the most
wonderful thing I had ever felt and I started thrusting slowly for a few
strokes, then as I got the hang of things, whaled away like there was no
tomorrow until I came.  My cock squirted over and over as wave after wave
of pleasure engulfed me.  The sensations started in my cock and radiated
through my body as I filled Kara with my hot cum.

   We stayed like that for a minute or two until my cock softened within
Kara's pussy, then kind of fell out.  I was still on top of her and thought
I should kiss her again so I did.  We both breathed hard for a couple of
minutes and when we had caught our breaths, I climbed carefully off of her.


   I remember feeling a cool wet spot on the bed under my knee and we both
tried to avoid laying on that spot.  Kara asked if I had done that with any
of the girls at my school and I said no.  She smiled dreamily and abruptly
changed the subject to something about a TV show she liked, Dark Shadows.

   I felt like I didn't have a care in the world and have not felt quite
like that again with any woman, not even my wife.  Nothing beat that first
time with Kara, except maybe the birth of my first son, but that was a
totally different situation.  I didn't give a rats ass about Barnabas
Collins, teachers, home work nor anything else, for that matter.  I wasn't
worried about getting caught, either.

   We lay there like that for a while and it felt good feeling the warmth
of her body against mine as we kissed gently.  In a few minutes I felt my
pecker growing hard again and kissed Kara with more vigor, hoping she
wanted to go again.  Kara pulled herself closer to me and in a flash we
were at it again like rabbits.

   I took the time to feel her pussy, inside and out.  I felt the coarse
hair and bulging labia and Kara held my hand down there, showing me where
she liked to rub it when she was alone.  Just inside her pussy it was warm,
slick and wet and Kara moaned and sighed softly as I gently rubbed her
twat. She was red hot and as I climbed between her knees Kara wrapped her
legs around my waist.  My cock slid in easily.  Man was she juicy inside!

   Having just come a few minutes before, I didn't have the sense of
urgency that I did the first time and I went slower, taking time to study
and savor the awesome sensations as my cock slid in and out of her pussy,
slowly at first, then deeper and faster.  There were sounds this time that
I hadn't noticed before.  Kara's moans for one thing.  She wasn't loud at
all, just a kind of whimpering, "ahh, ahh, ahh" as I thrust.

   The bed made sounds, too.  The headboard and frame squeaked rhythmically
and sometimes thumped when it hit the wall, but there was no one home to
hear it.  My focus returned to the task at hand and I thrust fully inside
of her, penetrating as deeply as possible, savoring every sensation.

   The walls of her pussy clutched my prick as I thrust and my scrotum
contracted, pulling my balls inward against the base of my cock as tension
built in my loins.  Suddenly it was over with waves of toe curling orgasm
washing over me as the jism shot from the tip of my rod, deep inside of
Kara, filling her vagina and flowing past her cervix into her womb.  The
sensations were just fading away when I remembered the unused condoms just
inches away, under the mattress where I had left them.

   Stupid-stupid-stupid!

   But I wasn't ready just then to interrupt the self satisfaction that I
felt over having actually had sex with the fair and simple Kara.  I felt
gratified that I had done so well, and silly that I had worried that I
might not know what to do.  It all came so naturally.  Kara's eyes met
mine, we kissed again and we laid there quietly until almost 5:15.  We got
up and dressed before the adults got home.

   There was a wet spot on the bed alright and it was tinged with a bit of
blood.  Kara looked at it for a minute, put her fingers into her pussy and
looked at them too.  The, without a word she just stripped off the
bedspread and took it downstairs with her to the laundry room.  I got
another out of the linen closet and we remade the bed.

   Dinner was ready about an hour later and I picked at my food as feelings
of worry intruded into my world.  I looked at Kara and she smiled sweetly
as though nothing had happened.  I prayed that she wouldn't get pregnant
from our tryst and vowed to myself never to go in without a rubber again.
That night I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep because of worry and
eventually jacked off even though I had had sex twice that day.  Of course,
Kara was in my mind as I stroked my turgid rod.

   The next day was Saturday, but the weather was too cool for the lake, so
I went to the Boys Club and Kara did some things with her mom.  I think Dad
must have done some painting or something and I had pretty much resigned
myself to a no nookie weekend.  Fred and Doreen, a couple from the plant
came over to socialize with Dad and Lillian while we watched TV in the
adjacent living room.  I stayed up until midnight to watch wrestling and
then headed to bed.

   I was just dozing off when I heard a noise at my door.  Scritch. 
Scritch, scritch, like our cat, Melody pawing to get in.  I got up wearing
nothing but my undershorts and opened the door a crack.  It was Kara
standing at the door.  I let her in and motioned for quiet.

   "You weren't sleeping were you?" she whispered.  Not that it mattered. I
was wide awake then with my cock standing once more at attention.  "No, not
at all." I answered.  Kara smiled sweetly like she always did and as we
moved closer I put my hands on her waist.  When I bent to give her a kiss
she parted her lips automatically.  It was all so natural and I thought of
the condoms.

   Because Dad and Lil were downstairs playing cards and drinking with
their friends we had to keep quiet and leave the light off in case someone
came up the stairs unexpectedly.  Unwrapping the condom in the dark was the
easy part.  Just pull the red plastic strip, peel off the cellophane and
unfold the bindle holding the rubber.

   I tried to roll it on my dick, but for some reason I couldn't get the
job done.  Finally, I turned on the light long enough to determine that it
was inside out or I was putting it on upside down.  I flipped it over and
unrolled it easily onto my cock as Kara watched, amused.  There it was;
amber latex.  Protection.  Kara felt my cock with her hands and
investigated the empty Reservoir End.

   We made out on my bed for a few minutes and I climbed on top again only
to discover that there was no way to prevent noise when I was thrusting
into Kara, no matter how I tried.  We slipped off of the bed onto the
carpeted floor.  It was almost comfortable for Kara because she thought to
pull a pillow off of the bed for her head.  I had rug burns on my knees the
next morning, but it WAS much quieter.  After Kara went back to her room I
went right to sleep--and slept like a log!

   We were like kids with a new toy until the teachers strike ended. 
First, we would rush home, get through our homework and then upstairs for a
roll in the hay.  We experimented a bit, too.  Kara discovered that she
liked to go on top of me when we were fucking and there were a few times
where we sneaked in her room for a quickie, especially in the evenings.  I
guess it was about a week after the strike ended that we had series of
close calls that frightened us both.

   It started when I was in Kara's room, sitting naked on the bed just
after an evening quickie when we should have been getting ready for bed. 
Somehow Lillian had come upstairs without our hearing her footsteps and
just before opening the bedroom door called, "Kara, are you ready for bed?"

   I instantly rolled off into the space between the bed and the wall, a
gap about a foot wide.  I lay there, holding my breath while Lillian and
Kara talked at length about what she would wear to school, her cousin's
birthday and some general girl stuff.  I laid there in the dust for maybe
45 minutes and after Lillian finally went downstairs, Kara gave me a hand
getting out of there.  All the time, my shoes had been sitting on the
little student desk in the corner of her room!

   The very next day was Saturday.  Dad and Lillian were having a cookout
with some of their friends and we snuck upstairs for a quickie in my room.
I wanted to try doggie style and Kara had hiked her skirt up and was bent
over over the bed, her hairy pussy gaped and the dark pink labia glistening
with her fluid.

   I slipped my cock in, but had a little trouble getting things together
and slipped out of her twice.  Eventually we got the rhythm of the awkward
new position.  and I thrust away until I came.  I guess that I was being
too forceful, or maybe it was the quality of the truck stop rubbers, but
when I looked at her butt, I could see my jism running down her thigh.

   The condom was still on, but had ripped apart, leaving the ring around
my shaft and shreds in her hole.  I was mortified, but Kara was
matter-of-fact about it and used a tissue to wipe her thighs and twat and
to pick out the rest of the broken condom.  I was worried to death about
Kara becoming pregnant until the next week.  Lillian always made Kara use
sanitary pads and she left a box of Kotexes on the back of the john
whenever Kara had her period.  They were there on Tuesday and I knew we
were off the hook.

   Kara and I had sex maybe three or four times a week after that, whenever
we could get together around school and family activities.  Sometime after
Halloween, Lil took Kara to the pediatrician she had seen since she was a
baby.  When they came home, there were a lot of closed door conferences
between Kara and her mom.  I could hear Kara saying "no-no-no!" and when
she came out she looked at me with reddened eyes, like she had been crying.


   And Lillian called her ex-husband, Kara's dad late that night.  We
listened on the upstairs phone as Lillian told Charles how Kara had been
having sex but wouldn't say who the boy was.  The doctor had recommended
that Kara get her tubes tied or go on the pill.  Charles angrily accused
Lillian of being a neglectful mother and thought she should force a
confession out of Kara.

   They were nominal Catholics and it would seem to be a no-brainer today,
but they agonized over their options and basically kept Kara indoors for
weeks, except for school.  Finally, they settled on The Pill and Lillian
was very careful to dole one out each day and always checked to maker sure
Kara had swallowed it.  Kara never told who did the deed and to my
knowledge, I was not the prime suspect.  The upside was that Kara got to
use tampons like the other girls and that made her happy.

   We never had to worry about condoms or pregnancy after that and we had
sex maybe twice a week, then less often over time.  I had started dating
girls my own age and Kara had become interested in Kenny Erton, a tall,
gawky guy of sixteen, who worked at the Burger Chef.  He went to Reitz High
School and was in some special Ed classes, too.  She thought he was good
looking.  They were made for each other.

   We'd get together once in a while, when we felt the need until I
graduated from High School.  Kara was there, with my Dad and Lillian, to
wish me well.  Kara hugged me warmly and I gave her my mortar board, which
she kept in her room even after I joined the Navy.

   Kara eventually married Ernest Splayfeet, who has been in the
maintenance Department at Evansville Community Hospital for like 30 years.
They have two kids, Erica and Robert.  We never got it on again after I
went in the Navy, but we are still close and they come down to visit my
family every year.