Written In The Stars.
written by:
Shuggie

Written in the stars.

I ask you this question.....Have you ever believed in something so much that you would live your life according to your beliefs and even deny logic and common sense in the process?

*****

Like most kids who have to watch their parents separate and divorce, of course there was a part of me that hoped that, given time, my parents would resolve their differences and, for my sake, play happy families.

With hindsight, my dad separated from my mum because of her constant accusations of cheating, the reality was, later in life, my dad did admit to having three affairs because my mum wouldn't take care of his sexual needs.

At the age of 10, of course I didn't want to leave the place I called home, for almost a week I did everything I could to stop my parents from separating, yet let my dad be what he was, with foresight....... my dad had put in an offer for a house five minutes walk from his and as part of the subsequent divorce settlement, my dad plunged his expanding business into debt to ensure that his own son had the sort of life he'd always known.

At the time, of course I wasn't aware that my dad's business was worth about a quarter of a million pounds, but in fairness to me and my mum, my dad bought my mum a house and agreed to pay her a total of a hundred thousand pounds to be paid over five years.

Little did either of them realise that just over a year later, my dad would win a contract with a local housing authority that would make him a millionaire in three years.....when my mum found out......she was livid.

Going to live with my mum, as part of the divorce settlement, my mum agreed to let me see my dad whenever I wanted to. If truth be told, my mum was bitter that my dad chose to divorce her and for the first year, each time I went to visit my dad, my mum would quiz me for information to build a case for restricting access.

Yes....my mum did want to hurt my dad for trying to divorce her and she did use me as a weapon, yet my dad was smarter and never gave her the ammunition she was looking for. A few months after my dad won the contract that would change his life, my mum went into overdrive and I was stuck in the middle.

Don't get me wrong, my mum and I have a brilliant relationship, a few years ago my mum and I had a heart to heart about the past and my mum freely admitted that over the years, she had come to realise that she took my dad so much for granted that if she had have opened her legs a little more often or even pretended to want sex, my dad may never have cheated on her. She still maintains that my dad was wrong to cheat in the first place, but she is wiser now to see both sides of the coin....back then she was so consumed with hatred and bitterness that she couldn't see the woods for the trees.

Even though my parents weren't on talking terms, they still managed to sort out what responsibilities they had, each Saturday I would go to play football and my dad would come over and pick me up to take me to my games, he would freeze his butt off like most parents and cheer me on, If we did progress to a semi final or final, my parents put their pettiness aside and both went to watch me play.

By the time I turned 13, I had finally accepted that my parents weren't getting back together, my dad's divorce proceedings were granted 18 months earlier and while I was aware that my dad was seeing other women, he was always careful about inviting them back to his place, just in case I showed up unannounced.

Turning 13 that all changed.

With an important cup match looming the following Saturday, my dad asked me if it was okay to bring a friend to my match. My dad made me promise not to mention Amanda to my mum, even at that age, I understood his reasoning, sure enough that morning, my dad picked me up then went to collect Amanda.

Playing 70 minutes of the match, I walked from the pitch as Amanda wrapped a jacket around me and stood fussing over me as she talked about the two goals I'd scored.

At 33, Amanda had blonde curly hair and the sort of looks that most men would have liked. Yet her warm and genuine personality didn't go amiss. After the match, my dad and Amanda took me for something to eat as we talked about the game, a few days later my dad asked me what I thought of Amanda.

"Yeah, she seems really nice" I replied with complete honesty.

Of course I knew that my dad spoiled me rotten whenever he got the chance, although my dad felt it was time that we had a father son discussion and subsequently my dad explained that he had needs and Amanda was more than happy to take care of those needs.

"You mean sex?" I asked as my dad squirmed then grumbled "there's no flies on you...is there?"

I'd just gone through puberty; I knew how I was starting to feel about women, so of course I understood his point of view. My dad sat explaining that he had been seeing Amanda for almost six months, they had discussed getting married....and then the fly in the ointment came out.

"The thing is....Amanda has a daughter to her first husband...." my dad said before explaining that, in his eyes, I'd always come first, but if they did get married, would I be okay with the idea of a step sister?

The first time I met Kirsty, I was rather stunned to say the least.....

At 11 years of age, Kirsty was the complete opposite to her mum. While Amanda was slim and had the sort of features that most men would find appealing, Kirsty was slightly chubby with rectangular framed glasses and a plain look about her that most men wouldn't even give a second look.

For almost six months, I deliberately failed to mention to my mum that my dad was in a relationship, I knew the trouble it would cause and decided to keep it quiet. Seven weeks after I met Amanda, Kirsty and Amanda moved in with my dad. Going to visit my dad three times a week after dinner, I quickly realised that Kirsty's outwardly shy appearance matched her shy and awkward persona.

With straight dark brown hair and a small fringe down to her eye brows, Kirsty always struck me as....weird in a geekish sort of way. Like most girls she had pictures of her favourite heart throb plastered on her bedroom wall, but the one thing I did notice was all the books on astrology that Kirsty had in her bedroom.

From day one, Amanda made it clear to Kirsty that even though I wasn't living with them, I had my own bedroom and Kirsty had to respect my place in the family. In all honesty, I couldn't have wished for a better step mum. Amanda treated me like one of her own. if I needed money and my dad wasn't around, Amanda gave me it without asking any awkward questions.

Falling asleep on my bed one night, Amanda and my dad left me to sleep, just after 9pm my mum knocked on the door and went ballistic when Amanda answered the door.

For ten minutes, my mum ranted and raved about having a right to know that my dad was shacked up with a tart. The problem was, I got even worse because my mum accused me of deliberately lying to her and being disloyal.

Within days my mum visited her lawyer to find out whether she had grounds to stop access. I was smart enough to realise that if my mum chose to go against my wishes, I could stand my ground and demand access to my dad.

Five months later, I sat in private with a family court judge as I explained my side of things. Sure my dad was no angel, but he didn't bitch and moan constantly about my mum. My mum on the other hand didn't have a nice word to say about my dad.

The Judge listened to my feelings and finally called my parents into a private room without their lawyers and spelt it out.

If my parents couldn't act in my best interests then he would have to award full custody to one of them. Watching the judge look at my mum, he assured her that given the evidence and what I'd told him....at that point in time, my dad looked the better option.

My mum was horrified......

Sadly, in her eyes, what I'd told the judge was another act of betrayal.....and her subsequent bitterness ruined our relationship for almost seven years.

The judge gave my parents three months to sit down alone and come to some sort of agreement or he would make the decision for them. My dad made it clear that if necessary, he would seek full custody. A few weeks later my mum and dad went to a meeting with both lawyers present and agreed to strict terms.

My mum wouldn't question me about my dad's life, as long as my dad spent quality time with me, without Amanda and Kirsty at least once a week.

With each month that passed, my mum's bitterness towards my dad started to resurface. In my mum's eyes, Amanda was a tart, a husband snatcher....the sort of scum of the earth that shouldn't be allowed to live. The more I listened to my mum, the more I resented her attitude.

By the time I turned 15, I'd already hinted to my dad that the moment I turned 16, if my mum's attitude didn't improve, I was going to live with him. I liked Amanda, hell, I even managed to get to see her topless in Spain.....on our first holiday that my mum agreed to..... Amanda went topless on a beach.....how cool was that for a fourteen year old.

For the most part, I felt sorry for Kirsty, Socially, Kirsty and I were complete opposites. Being on of the school football team, I guess I was popular to some extent, when Kirsty Joined the same high school as me, it was clear that Kirsty would be pretty anonymous.

In part, I did find it hard to relate to Kirsty, she was shy, she was awkward and she was pretty guarded about her feelings, Being popular, I tried to stick up for Kirsty as much as I could, I even got into a few fights because of her, but on the whole Kirsty and I had our own separate lives.

A few months after my 15th birthday, I woke up on a Sunday morning to find Gary standing naked in our bathroom having a pee.

My mum had met Gary the night before in a pub and was so drunk that she brought him home just to have sex with him. The problem was, while I hoped that Gary was a one night wonder, my mum had other ideas and two months later Gary moved in with us.

Almost immediately, Gary saw himself as the man of the house and felt that it was his right to tell me what to do. With loads of tattoos plastered across his torso, Gary was an arsehole and soon started to prove it.

Spending more time with my dad because of Gary's attitude, my dad tried to stay out of my mum's life, although when Gary flung a slipper at me because he was in a bad mood, my dad stopped Gary in the street and warned him that if he even harmed a single hair on my head, they would be picking up small pieces of Gary as far afield as Africa.

Gary claimed to be such a hard man.....he was so hard that his arse collapsed the moment my dad spoke to him.

In part, I didn't want to walk out on my mum; Gary wasn't only an arse to me but also to my mum. The worst thing I had to endure was Gary's pillow talk when he was drunk.

"Gary....stop it you're hurting me" my mum moaned as Gary responded "yeah you like it rough....especially up your ass....."

Trying to talk to my mum about things I was hearing, my mum dug her heels in and told me it was none of my business, if my dad hadn't divorced her, then I wouldn't have to hear such things.....

"Keep out of my business....if you want to blame anyone....blame your dad" My mum fizzed as I finally sat down and decided that if she wanted that sort of life, that was her choice.....but she shouldn't expect me to hang around and have to listen to it.

For months, I tried to pick the right moment to tell my mum I was moving out, a few days before my 17th birthday, my mum and Gary had a fierce argument. Heading upstairs to pack my bags, I walked into the living room and grunted "I'm moving in with my dad....."

Gary shouted "you're not going anywhere"

"And you're gonna stop me?" I asked as I watched the blood drain from Gary's face as he realised what I was getting at.

The following day, someone told my dad that my mum was seen in a local shop with a black eye.

In part, I did feel guilty that I deserted my mum when she needed me the most, although a month later, my mum phoned my dad and confessed that Gary was outside and was blind drunk. My dad raced over and stood with Gary until the police arrived. Gary had lobbed a brick through the living room window because my mum wouldn't let him in, after being released the following day, my dad and I stopped Gary outside the police station and pointed out exactly what would happen if he ever went near my mum again.

That night, Gary collected his stuff and never returned.....

Talking to my mum some years later, I now know why my mum put up with Gary; in part she wanted to prove a point to my dad. But she just couldn't see sense and it was only afterwards that she realised what her actions were doing to me.

Visiting my mum once a week after I moved in with my dad, at first my mum was angry that I left to go and live with my dad, then slowly but surely the penny finally dropped. Given the circumstances, I wasn't sure whether it was just another ploy, or whether my mum meant it....I was happy with Amanda and my dad, Kirsty and I had a distant but decent relationship and my dad was even promising me a job when I finally turned 18 and finished my exams.

At 6'1 with short black hair and a toned body from training, of course I didn't think there was anything wrong with walking around in a pair of shorts in front of Kirsty and Amanda, neither one of them seemed to mind and occasionally I got to see Kirsty in just a bra or Amanda topless.

By the time I turned 18, I did have a fair degree of success with women my age, I was one of the first in my class to lose my virginity and while I wasn't looking for anything serious, I never quite found a girl who had the same sort of sex drive as me.

Going to work for my dad as an apprentice electrician, My dad and Amanda bought me a car for my 18th birthday, I had it all, a nice life, plenty of girls who seemed interested and more than enough money to have a decent life.

Given the calibre of girl that I normally dated, Kirsty wasn't even in the same division as most of the girls I dated. From time to time I did wonder if Kirsty did have a sex drive at all.....she never seemed interested in guys, all she ever talked about was astrology and her stars.

She was literally obsessed with reading several versions of her horoscope each day.

To be honest, the more I dated, the more I realised that finding the perfect partner was almost impossible. While some women started off great in bed, others appealed to me more for their intellectual side. Yet I never quite found someone who I could talk to, someone who I could have a truly great relationship with, but also, someone who understood that I needed quality sex on a regular basis.

By the time I turned 20, as strange as it sounds, I was starting to realise that in Kirsty still waters really do run deep. Up until Kirsty's seventeenth birthday, Kirsty and I were like ships in the night, yet as Kirsty got older, she seemed more able to open up and communicate. Over the period of fifteen months, Kirsty and I had passing conversations as I realised that Kirsty wasn't as lame as I first thought.

At 5'5 with dark brown hair, I found very little about her that was physically appealing, over the years she had shed a few pounds leaving her with only a small puppy fat belly, the rest of her body was decent. The whole geekish look wasn't exactly appealing, but then again, I liked the fact that Kirsty didn't feel she had to flaunt herself like some of the girls I dated.

Talking to Kirsty a few weeks after her 18th birthday, I was surprised to learn that Kirsty had actually had four boyfriends and given what she had told me, she wasn't even a virgin.....that did shock me.

The conversation wasn't intimate, but Kirsty gave enough information and hints that I could work out the rest, a few days later, Kirsty and I had a long in depth talk about her obsession with astrology.

In Kirsty's mind, our lives were at the mercy of the stars, and if we followed what the stars were telling us, we would finally have a happy life and all our hopes and dreams would come true. The stars were a guide and if we listened, we couldn't go wrong.

While I found her notion a little naive.....I didn't say so....but then again, Kirsty was about to prove to me that in some ways, sometimes things do happen when you least expect them.

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With my bedroom next to Kirsty's, Waking up one Saturday morning, I grabbed my football boots then set about getting ready for my match that afternoon. It was mid February and for the past few days the temperature had been close to or just below freezing.

Heading to meet up with my team mates, we had hardly arrived at the local training ground when our manager received a phone call to tell him the game had been cancelled due to a frozen pitch.

Like most families, our life was pretty much one of routine, each Saturday, my dad and Amanda would go and visit Amanda's mum in a nursing home then later that afternoon they would head into the city to buy some shopping, with me away playing football, it gave Kirsty the house to herself for several hours.

Driving home after my match had been cancelled, I opened the front door as I listened to low music come from upstairs. Dropping my keys on the coffee table, I started to climb the stairs then stopped halfway up as I watched Kirsty lying on her bed in a pair of thin, light blue panties with her back to me.

Of course, I thought about heading back downstairs and making enough noise to alert her, but as I stood there, I watched as Kirsty lay there stroking her left leg with her left hand.

At 18 years of age, the idea of Kirsty or any other 18 year old girl masturbating seemed ludicrous to me. I suspected that they did do it, but not often. standing on the stairs watching Kirsty tickle her leg, I just froze on the spot as i tried to work out what she was doing.

Standing there with my head just above the carpet on the hall outside Kirsty's room, the door wasn't wide open, but wide enough open to let me see what she was doing.

Listening to one track stop then another start, Kirsty lay tickling her leg for almost two minutes before I stood stunned watching Kirsty ease her hand up her leg then slide her hand down the back of her panties.

At first, I thought she was just going to scratch her ass, yet as i watched her fingers through the sky blue, thin material, I watched as Kirsty started to run her hand around her ass then ease her hand further down her panties.

For the life of me, I couldn't believe what I was witnessing, my step sister was touching her own ass cheeks and as she lay there with her back to me, she had no idea that I was watching her every move.

For less than a minute, Kirsty continued to rub her ass, then slowly retracted her hand as I stood in utter amazement watching her finally push at the back of her panties and ease then down over her cheeks.

Watching her hand meander back to her ass again, Kirsty started to rub her ass cheeks gently before starting to shift on the bed as she finally pulled her panties clear of her ass and pussy......still lying on her side.

Standing there looking at Kirsty's ass about twenty feet from me, I could clearly see a small patch of hair between her soft legs, I almost felt as if I was frozen to the spot, captivated by what I was witnessing, i couldn't move, all I could do was watch.

Another subtle shift and finally, Kirsty's panties were down at her knees as she squirmed then managed to kick them off.

For just over a minute, I watched as Kirsty started to stroke her ass then stroked the side of her leg until finally I felt stunned as Kirsty lifted her left knee as I stood watching Kirsty's fingers appear from between her legs.

"Bloody hell....she's lying there masturbating" I thought in utter amazement as I watched Kirsty's fingers appear then disappear as she worked her fingers up and down her warm lips. In less than thirty seconds, Kirsty let out a soft moan as I noticed her body tremble.

Almost instantly after her gentle body spasm, I stood in awe as Kirsty rolled onto her stomach with her head facing away from me as Kirsty's ass started to rise and fall, i could only imagine that Kirsty was lying on her hand as she lay there masturbating.

"Oh....do it....I don't mind" Kirsty sighed into her pillow her voice barely loud enough to be heard over the low music.

"Of course I'll suck it......" Kirsty moaned as I stood there realising that at some point, I'd dropped my hand down to my groin and I was now squeezing my shaft through my trousers.

"Just do it....I don't mind......." Kirsty moaned louder as I watched her ass start to sway as her feet flailed around above her ass.

I couldn't believe it; there I was standing watching my naked step sister trying to have sex with her bed as she moaned out her fantasies.

"Please do it....please....." Kirsty hissed even louder, the arousal clearly written in her voice.

Watching was one thing, yet looking back, I still can't explain what was going through my head as I started to sneak up the staircase then quickly pulled my tee shirt over my head.

Standing outside Kirsty's room, it almost felt like I'd been hypnotised into acting in a way that I would never have contemplated with a clear mind. If I'd given the situation any sort of thought, I would have realised the implications of my actions....yet in all honesty.....it seemed ubsurd that I was standing there starting to undress....with one thing in mind......

Once I was naked, i was going to go into Kirsty's room and give her what she was dreaming about.....

Pulling down my trousers and boxers as I stepped out of them, It almost felt as if I had lost all sense of reason. Walking towards Kirsty's door, I listened to Kirsty's moans intensify, my eyes fixed on my prey.....yet.... still my brain still didn't comprehend the impact of what i was doing.

Walking over the blue carpet on her bedroom floor, Kirsty continued to face her bedroom window as she squirmed and moaned, stopping inches from her bed, I looked down between Kirsty's legs watching her press and curl two fingers into her willing quim.

Almost instantly, Kirsty dropped her toes to the bed then moaned "oh please fuck me.....if you do...I'll let you do it...... whenever you want"

Looking up at Kirsty's head still facing the wall, even her needy comment didn't seem to register as I finally climbed onto her bed then quickly positioned myself between her legs as Kirsty grunted "what the....."

"Ssshhhh......I promise...I'll be quick" I moaned as Kirsty instantly went limp as I reached between my legs and fumbled before pushing forward.

With one good thrust, my searing shaft felt Kirsty's warm pussy engulf me. Sliding down on top of her soft body, I pushed my arms under her arm pits then grabbed at the front of her shoulders.....still totally oblivious to what I'd just done.

Pushing my head into the left hand side of Kirsty's neck as I started to kiss her soft neck grinding gently as Kirsty gave a soft moan.

"You wanted me to fuck you....didn't you?" I moaned into Kirsty's ear as I witnessed Kirsty give a soft nod.

"If you'd told me.....I'd have done it to you sooner" I continued as my mouth seemed to be saying things that my brain wasn't even sanctioning. For the life of me, I couldn't explain what was happening to me, I'd witnessed the consequences of talking dirty to a girl during sex, yet as I lay on top of Kirsty, nothing seemed to matter except emptying the contents of my balls into her willing snatch.

"Oh Craig, I'm nearly there....." Kirsty moaned after just over a minute of penentration as I continued to drive into her pussy from behind as my mouth continued its unrelenting rant.

"Are you going to suck my cock for me.....?" I snarled into Kirsty's ear as my nose finally caught the scent of her shampoo and deodorant, Lying there continuing to build the ferocity of my thrusts, Kirsty continued to moan and unnoticed by me at the time, Kirsty was lying there trying to push her ass back on me.

"Oh shit, I love fucking you" I hissed into Kirsty's ear less than a couple of minutes after penetrating her, almost immediately Kirsty let out a soft hiss as I lay on top of her body feeling it start to shake violently.

"Oh i'm cumming" Kirsty snarled with her face in the pillow as I continued to slam into her from behind still hell bent on finishing what i'd started.

"Can i cum in your mouth......." I asked with a tone of utter desperation as I finally gave three quick thrusts then felt my own cock start to swell before unloading every last drop of warm semen deep inside Kirsty's pussy.

Dropping my head just above hers as I closed my eyes basking in the most intense orgasm I could ever remember, it seemed to take ages before my orgasm started to ebb away.

"Fucking hell....." I moaned into the pillow with my eyes still shut as Kirsty gave a soft giggle.

"Are you finished" Kirsty asked in a pleasant voice, then suddenly my brain seemed to catch up with what had happened as I quickly realised exactly what I'd done.

"Shit....I don't believe I done that" I gasped in a horrified tone as I pushed myself onto my hands then looked down watching Kirsty lying there with the right side of her face against the pillow.

"Bloody hell Craig, you could have given me some sort of warning" Kirsty chuckled, her response seemed to confuse me even further. I'd just climbed on top of my step sister's naked body and fucked her to orgasm, without being invited....and....she seemed to think that it was okay.

Climbing off of Kirsty as I knelt between her legs looking down at her pussy, Kirsty let out a soft moan as she snorted "I would ask you to pull my panties up......but....you didn't take them off"

Kneeling there looking at Kirsty's ass and pussy, I sat trying to work out what to say as I looked up watching Kirsty lie with her eyes shut.

"Listen, I'm really sorry....I don't know what came over me" I said in a petrified voice as I looked at Kirsty for a few seconds. At first Kirsty just opened her eyes then slowly she started to turn as she pulled her left leg past my body before rolling onto her back.

"I know it's a silly question, but did you ever hear me complain" Kirsty asked with a soft look on her face, almost subconsciously I realised that Kirsty seemed confused by my response.

"Craig, it wasn't your fault....I should have shut the room door...." Kirsty said with a compassionate smile as I reached forward and started to rub the front of her legs just above the knee.

"I know.....but....." I groaned as Kirsty shook her head and smiled at me as I watched her slide her hand over the bed trying to find her glasses.

"listen Craig, next time.....just let me know you're there first" Kirsty said as her hand finally grasped at her glasses.

"Next time.....you're awfully sure of yourself" I cackled nervously trying to get a handle on the situation as Kirsty pulled at the legs of her glasses then slipped them on giving me a soft smile.

"if you lie beside me and let me have a quick cuddle....." Kirsty said with a smirk then paused.

"next time I do it....I might even tell you beforehand" Kirsty said cautiously as I rolled onto my back beside her as Kirsty rolled over then placed her head on my shoulder.

Lying there staring at the white ceiling, Kirsty placed her left hand over my body and lay there for several minutes cuddling into me, as I lay there trying to make sense of the entire episode.

I knew subconsciously that if I had misread the whole situation, things could have been horrible, yet given Kirsty's reaction, I knew that for my own peace of mind, I needed more answers than I had.

If I thought my reactions were bizarre....the answers that Kirsty gave me were just boggling..... to say the least.

Part 2 coming soon......