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 {ASS} Holly My Stepsister {Uncle Jack} (mf 1st reluc con inc)

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   This story features underage (16-15) substantive rape and/or consensual
sex between brother and stepsister, both virgins.  If any of this is
offensive to you, simply stop reading now.  Everyone else, scroll on down.
You know you will anyway.















   Holly, My Stepsister.

   I stood in the front doorway, mouth hanging open like the village idiot.
In front of me were a pretty auburn-haired thirty-something woman and an
absolute knock-out around my own age.  And the woman had just introduced
herself as my new step-mother, Lynn, with her daughter, Holly.  This was my
new stepsister?  I'd envisioned a nine-year old brat.  What I'd got instead
was a nubile fifteen-year old with clear blue eyes and copper hair in those
mini-braids that make a girl look like a hippy, or an elvish princess. 
This was definitely the second version, in spite of the dusting of freckles
across her pert little nose.  I was focused on her mouth, those pale pink
lips that had to have been shaped by Renoir.  Her lips were moving.  I
uncrossed my eyes and heard, "...  pleased to meet you." I said, "Uuuh..."
Really impressive.  My Dad showed up behind me and brushed me aside to hug
his new wife and welcome the two of them to our home.  "This is Dylan," he
told them when he had a free moment.  They all looked at me, and I smiled
shyly and waved a paw.  I was sixteen, tall, skinny and a geek.  Any
contact I'd had with girls up to that point had been at a safe distance and
with no chance of getting familiar with the species, however much time I
might have spent imagining what that might be like.  I had neglected dark
brown hair which tended to grow until my Dad cornered me to have it cut. 
My eyes were gray, my face forgettable.  Since this was a Sunday morning I
was wearing the same flannel shirt and jeans I'd put on yesterday, having
spent half the night in front of my PC.  This was not the impression I
would have chosen to make on someone like Holly, but it was too late now.
"Hi," I managed.  "Why don't you get their bags, and show Holly her room?"
my Dad prompted.  "Er, yeah, Dad." I trotted out to their little Toyota and
hoisted a couple of the suitcases out of the trunk.  I was a lot stronger
than I looked.  Holly grabbed two smaller bags, and my Dad took the other
big one.  I led the way upstairs, Holly trailing me, and stopped at the
door to her newly refurbished bedroom, which overlooked the pool at the
back.  "Which bag's yours?" I asked her.  She took the red one from me and
I stepped aside as she went on through.  "Thanks," she muttered as she went
by.  "Where should I put your Mom's...?" She turned and looked at me, one
eyebrow raised.  Oh.  Of course.  I turned away hurriedly as I went red,
and took the other bag through to my Dad's - their - master bedroom at the
front of the house.

   Holly and I didn't get along too well, at first.  In spite of how
smitten I was with her, I still felt like they were intruders in my home.
And it felt to me like Holly tended to look down on me a little.  I went to
the local high school, but her father was paying for her to go to some
fancy rich girls' school.  I got used to having them there, eventually. 
There was nothing I could have done about it, even if I'd wanted to.  And
Lynn went out of her way to be nice to me.  The only thing was, I had a
semi-permanent hard-on.  Holly's usual outfit was a short skirt and
t-shirt, and she didn't always wear a bra.  Holly in a body-hugging
swimsuit had me in the water fast, before anyone could see the bulge in my
trunks.  Our bathroom was between her bedroom and mine, and I would hear
the shower going and imagine her in there in all her glorious, steamy wet
nakedness.  She always latched the door, but sometimes I would sneak into
the passage and peek through the keyhole.  I'd get glimpses of her, glowing
from the shower.  Her nipples were pink, like her lips, I knew that.  And
I'd have to scoot back to my bedroom and jerk off.  It was uncanny the way
she'd come along right then and tell me through my door, "I'm finished in
the bathroom." I'd lie there helplessly clutching my dick and praying she
wouldn't open the door.  One time she did, but I grabbed the comforter and
yanked it up over me, and sat up as if I'd been having a nap, except that I
was breathing too hard.  She looked at me and went a bit pink, then shut
the door and left.  I heard her stifled giggle as she went back to her own
room.

   It was a hot summer, and we spent a lot of time in the pool.  Sometimes
we'd play water polo, sometimes we'd race.  We played tag, using whatever
inflatables were floating in the pool as obstacles.  She usually won,
because she could swim a damn sight faster than I could.  The day I raped
her I was frustrated, because she'd been winning every time, and mocking
me. I was laughing, but inside I was plotting revenge, in the way that kids
do.  So when I eventually cornered her, I grabbed her front-fastening
bikini top and snapped it off.  She squealed and blushed and told me off,
but stayed in the water at a safe distance.  She couldn't very well get out
in that condition.  I grinned at her, "I guess I win," I laughed.  "Give it
back!" she called, a little pissed but not furious.  It was just horseplay,
wasn't it?  "Come and get it," I answered.  I dropped it so that it sank
slowly below me to the floor of the pool, and I swam on guard above it. 
She circled me warily, smiling, and I turned slowly, watching her.  When
she dived I was onto her, tickling her sides.  Holly was hopelessly
ticklish, that was one thing I'd discovered in our games.  She blew out her
breath in great bubbles and was forced to surface again.  "Ha ha," I mocked
her, "Not so fast, Mermaid!" We circled again.  The next time I managed to
tickle the outside of her breasts, which caused an explosion of breath, and
she fled to the side of the pool.  "Hey," she said, "No fair!" "All's
fair," I answered.  "Oh, yeah?" she came back at me.  Then she swam up,
almost to me, on the surface, with that playful smile.  If she wasn't so
pretty I might have thought faster, but I didn't.  She put her face about a
foot from mine and winked.  I reached out to grab her again, but she ducked
and then I felt her yanking my trunks off.  I yelped, but she was swimming
victoriously to the side nearest the house.  Then she flung my swim trunks
into the bushes.  "I guess I win after all," she called, grinning wickedly.
My hardon was at least covered by the water, but I knew she'd felt it brush
her arm when she pulled my trunks down.  She had to know I was in no
condition to leave the pool to get them back.  Horribly embarrassed but
pissed as well, I said, "You just escalated the war," and swam over to her,
cornering her against the side.  Her eyes went wide as she realised she
wasn't going to get away, and then my tickling fingers moved in on her
sides, her breasts, her cold-hardened pink nipples.  She was squirming
helplessly and giggling so hard I could see she was struggling to breathe.
"Are you sorry now?" I asked, giving her a moment to breathe.  The moment
she tried to answer I was at her again, tickling all of her that I could
reach.  Since she was exposed I went for her little round breasts and her
nipples, but I tickled her stomach, her sides, her neck, and even her
crotch, which made her yelp through the giggles.  She was starting to look
angry and flushed.  I knew I was going further than horseplay now, but I
still thought she deserved payback, so then I ducked under and whipped off
her bikini bottom, and flung that into the bushes along with my trunks. 
When I came up she was gasping for breath, so I just swam up to her and
trapped her with an arm on each side of her.  "I guess I win after all," I
told her.  She went to try to swim out, but she felt my cock push against
her belly and she pulled back against the wall.  "Dylan, stop it," she
said. "Just as soon as you surrender," I responded.  "No way," she said,
"it's a draw." She was pretty competitive.  So I started tickling her
again. I got her little boobs and her tummy, and when I went for her pussy
she pulled back, half-choking in the water, but a finger went right into
her slit and I was amazed at the soft slipperiness of her.  Her eyes went
wide and she started thrashing sideways, ignoring the pressure of my cock
against her belly.  "Dylan, no," she gasped, but I was still tickling her,
close enough now that her nipples were rubbing against my chest and I could
reach around and stroke her butt.  She couldn't really talk because she was
still gasping with laughter that was verging on tears now with my
relentless tickling.  Blood was rushing in my ears with what I didn't then
recognise as terminal lust, and I was beginning to stroke and squeeze her
breasts and nipples rather than tickle them.  My cock felt ready to explode
as she thrashed against me, unintentionally rubbing her belly against it,
and then, just as she got to the steps I got a hand between her thighs, and
began fingering her soft, hot, slippery slit.  I heard her moan, and then
she panted, "No, Dylan, please," but she was half out of the water now, her
back to the steps, and my eyes were full of her sweet rounded breasts with
their swollen pink nipples, and my hand was stroking her harder and deeper.
I was filled with wonder at this heavenly feeling and as she pushed her way
up the steps she was also pushing back against my hand.  "No...," she
whimpered, shaking her head, "Dylan, please don't." I could feel a little
swollen bump in her slit and every time I pushed against it she whimpered
again, but her hips would arch up towards my hand.  "Holly, please, I just
- just let me..." I couldn't find words for what I wanted.  By now I was
panting like a dog and all I could think was that I had to, I just had to
get my cock into that wonderful hot sweetness that I could feel.  I pushed
up against her just as she arched again, right on the edge of the pool, and
my cock slid into her hot cunt.  "Dylan!" she groaned, desperately, "No! 
Stop!" But I was past thinking, or caring, and I thrust mindlessly into
her, holding onto her shoulders while her fingers fluttered against my
arms. I came like a dam wall breaking, endlessly.  My cum spurted deep into
her, again and again, as I thrust my ecstasy home.  Her hips bucked, and I
felt her pussy clench up around me as she came herself.  "Oh!  Aaaammh!"
she moaned softly.  I lay on top of her, still pinning her, spent, amazed,
and dazed.  She turned her head to one side, refusing to look at me.  "Get
off me," she said.  Too late, I felt a tide of guilt rising in me.  What
had I done?  "I'm sorry," I told her, awkwardly moving back off her.  She
lay there with her hips on the pool's edge, her legs spread open and feet
in the water, her head still turned to one side.  She was breathing
heavily, but she said, "Don't look at me.  Bastard." My cum was drooling
out of her pussy as she gathered herself and stood.  "Holly," I said, "I'm
really sorry.  I didn't mean to.  I mean..." With composed dignity she
walked off and into the house, naked as she was.  By now it had registered
that I'd actually raped my stepsister.  Fear of the consequences was
building up along with the guilt.  What would Dad do to me?  Would I go to
jail?  But I would deserve it, wouldn't I?  How many times hadn't we been
told, if a girl says "No," and you don't listen, it's rape.  Shame and
guilt filled my mind and I sat down on the pool steps, limp, sated and
afraid.

   When got my swim trunks back on and went inside she was in the shower.
She was in there for over an hour.  It was after four when I heard her come
out and go to her room.  I gave her about ten minutes to get dressed, and
then went down there.  I knocked, gently.  "Sis?  Holly?" Silence.  No, I
could hear a quiet whimper.  She was crying.  I opened the door and went
in. She was wearing sweats and lying face down on her bed, crying quietly
into her pillow.  I went and knelt down at her side.  "Holly.  I just want
you to know I'm really sorry." I touched her hair, trying to reach out to
her, and she smacked my hand away and went on crying.  I kept my hands to
myself and gathered my courage to tell her the conclusion I'd come to, out
there by the pool.  "Holly, listen.  I have to tell you something
important." No response, but I knew she could hear me.  "I raped you.  I
admit that.  I have no excuse, but I'm truly sorry.  And I want to tell you
that when you tell our folks what happened, I'm going to confess, or to the
police or whatever.  Or if you don't want to tell them then I will.  I'm
guilty, and I don't deserve to get away without facing whatever the
consequences are.  Even if I go to jail.  I just want you to know that.  I
really didn't mean to, it just happened, but I know I'm responsible.  It
was my fault." No answer but silence.  I sighed, and got up to go, but her
hand grabbed my wrist.  She was looking at me, tear-streaked blue eyes and
flushed face.  She tugged at me and I sat on the edge of the bed.  "Dylan,
I can't let you do that," she said softly.  "Why not?  That's what
happened." "Yeah.  But was it honestly all your fault?" Her eyes searched
mine.  "You have to know I went along with the game.  When you were
tickling my boobs I didn't run away.  You didn't take off your own swim
trunks.  I knew you had a hardon, and I wanted to tease you.  And I was
excited too." "You told me no, and I wouldn't hear you." Fresh tears
gleamed as she agreed, "Yes, I did, and you wouldn't.  But by then I'd
already let things go way too far." "But the fact is, you still said no," I
repeated.  "Yeah.  My mouth said no, but my body wasn't exactly arguing
with you, was it?  Dylan, that's what I'm really upset about.  It's not so
much what you did, it's more because I thought I was in control and then,"
she blushed deep red, "then I was feeling way too good to do more than just
mouth 'no,' while really I just wanted more of what you were doing." "I
lost control just as much as you did, and I'm ashamed of myself," she
confessed.  "I'd thought I was more or less a 'good' girl, but I'm not. 
I'm some kind of a slut.  I know I've been teasing you for months." Holly
sat up and took my hand in both of hers.  "Dylan, I can't honestly blame
you." She allowed herself a small, mischievous smile to herself as she
added, "You must have had some seriously swollen balls at times.  And then
I just pushed you too far.  It was something that was going to happen
sooner or later." She looked up at me.  "I'm not going to tell anyone, and
I don't want you to.  It's not all your fault.  I know you, my geeky big
stepbrother, and you've never been with a girl before, have you?  So you
had no way to know how desperate you really were." I looked at those clear,
knowing blue eyes.  Her pink lips were parted.  Relief fought against my
idea of justice, and self-preservation won.  I felt guilty once again for
that.  "Holly, I'm really sorry," I said once more.  "I know you are.  So
am I.  But what's done is done, we can't undo it." She giggled quietly,
"But hell if doing it didn't feel fantastic!  And the good thing is," she
added, "our timing was pretty lucky.  I won't get pregnant." "We just can't
ever do it again," I said, thinking what a pity that was, remembering the
sweet slide into her hot slippery funnel, and my cock was getting hard
again.  "No," she agreed, looking down at my crotch where my trunks were
beginning to bulge once more.  She leaned over and kissed my cheek lightly,
"I forgive you." Then she looked at me, and said, "I'm not sure if that was
convincing enough.  I really don't want you to go around feeling guilty for
the rest of your life." Her lips met mine and she kissed me lingeringly. 
Her eyes were wide and my cock was trying to burst out of my trunks.  "Do
you feel forgiven?" she asked.  "Almost," I got out past the obstruction in
my throat, and she moved in again, lips parted.  This time she nipped my
lower lip with her teeth, and then her tongue slid between my lips, and I
took hold of her shoulders.  She was breathing faster as her arms went
around my neck and she lay back, me half on top of her.  I knew she must
feel my cock hard against her thigh, and she smiled as she kissed me once
again.  Her eyes were darker, and she shifted us fully over onto her bed.
"On the other hand," she whispered, "since we've already done it once..." I
slid a hand up under her top to cup and squeeze her breast, the swollen
nipple pressing against my palm.  I squeezed it gently and rolled it a
little between my fingers, and she threw her head back and moaned, "You're
a fast learner, geeky bro." Her legs were parting to wrap around me and she
pushed up against my cock.  Her fingers were undoing my trunks as I slid a
hand down to her downy copper curls, my finger seeking that slippery
pillowed warm depth once more.  "Yeah," she said, "right there," as I found
her sensitive bump once more.  She slid my trunks down and I kicked them
off as her hands found my cock.  Her fingers wrapped around me, holding,
stroking, loving, teasing.  She was using my precum to make me as slippery
as she was.  I felt like my cock must be at least a foot long and two
inches thick.  "You're beautiful," she murmured to me, even as she arched
her hips into my seeking hand.  "Curl your finger," she gasped, and thrust
onto my helpfully shaped middle digit as I obeyed.  Her slippery pussy
tightened in slow, rhythmic spasms with her thrusts as she fucked my
finger. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she panted lightly.  She
pushed her sweatpants down, out of the way, and thrashed her legs wide, as
she pulled my cock closer.  I was thrusting into her warm fist now, the
tide rising fast in me.  "Holly," I moaned, thinking to let her know I was
about to come.  She pinched my cock head, hard.  "Ow," I said, "What are
you doing?" "Trying to make sure - you don't cum too quickly.  I read it in
a magazine.  Does it work?" "Yeah," I gasped, realising that it was true.
"I want more," she demanded, and I pushed two fingers into her, harder and
deeper.  "Hamnnh," she moaned, arching more demandingly even as she told
me, "Your cock, Dylan, I want your beautiful big cock." I shifted up on my
elbows and closed my mouth around a nipple, as she guided me to her
entrance.  I nibbled and tongued her, and then sucked hard.  She screamed,
quietly, and we thrust toward each other and were joined.  This time I was
more conscious, more ready for her, and I revelled in the exquisite
sensation of sliding in, pushing her slippery hot pussy open as I entered
her, registering how her hips pushed up and her vagina sucked onto me.  Her
spasms were squeezing me faster now and she was gasping, mouth open and
staring blindly at the ceiling.  I sucked her nipple again and again, in
time with her, and worked a hand down to her pussy.  She was panting fast
and moaning loudly now, and whimpering on every breathless inhalation.  Her
hips rolled like a machine, faster and faster, driving her onto my cock. 
When I touched her nubbin her eyes rolled up and she clamped down on me in
a vice-like series of spasms.  I felt her squirt wetly against my belly,
and she went on and on in spurts of pee, as I began to cum again.  Once
again my orgasm swelled in waves, and I ejaculated my cum deep into her.  I
touched the end of her vagina as I thrust deeply for the last time, and she
uttered a little whimper that for the first time sounded pained.  "Ha -
Holly," I gasped, "are you okay, did I hurt you?" She smiled, lazily, still
breathing hard but coming down slowly.  "No, it's all right, it was just a
moment." Her pussy was slowly milking the last drops of my cum from my
relaxing but still firm cock.  She sighed, "God, that was fantastic.  If
the girls at school knew what a lover you turned out to be!" I smiled and
kissed her languorously.  "Those girls know nothing," I told her, grinning
fatuously.  I was only just realising that I was no longer a virgin.  Her
clear blue eyes were smiling at me, those stunning moist pink lips parted
and curved happily.  "Yeah," she said.  "This had better stay our little
secret.  No bragging to the guys at school, you hear me?" "And what if I
let something slip by accident?" I asked mischievously.  "Then I will just
have to punish you," she suggested, but her eyes were narrowed and she was
in earnest underneath the joshing.  "Don't you forget it, Dylan.  You're
mine now." "You've got me," I assured her.  "We better get up," she
reminded me, "Mom and Dad will be back from work pretty soon."

   When our parents got home that evening, it was to announce that they
were leaving next day for a week's delayed honeymoon, and since we were now
old enough, we were going to be left to look after ourselves.  We said how
we hoped they would have a good time, and promised that we would refrain
from fighting while they were away.

  
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