The first tits I ever played with . . .

"What the hell are you looking at?" Lara, my stepsister, glared up at me from the sofa.

I gulped. "You're in your underwear."

She shrugged her bare shoulders. "So what? It's hot. And you're just wearing shorts." She leaned back and went back to watching her show.

Lara was right. The temperature outside was 92+. I'd been riding my bike around the neighborhood until I had to head back home because of the heat. Most of the girls I saw were wearing tight shorts and sometimes tight bikini tops. I tried not to stare. But by the time I got home, I was hot and thirsty. So I pulled off my T-shirt and grabbed some water from the fridge—and found Lara watching TV in the living room in just her bra and panties.

My mother had married Lara's father 11 years ago. For most of my life, she was just my big sister, two years older than me. We were friends, but we argued, and then we were friends again.

Then sometime in middle school I started noticing girls. Including Lara.

I was 18. I'd never had a girlfriend. Oh, sure, I made out with a couple of girls, but I was always too shy to go too far. I ran cross-country, so I was in good shape, but all the girls I dated said I was a nice guy and they just wanted to be friends.

I sat down on the couch and dropped my sweaty T-shirt on the floor. Our parents were out. Working. "What are you watching?"

Lara snorted. "What do you want to look at?"

"Okay, I'm sorry. I just—whatever." I stood up. "I'll just go upstairs."

"No, wait." Lara sat up. "You might as well get it out of your system." She spread her arms. "Take a good look, perv."

What? I bit my lip—but I couldn't look away. Lara had blond hair and long legs. She played tennis, so her legs and her shoulders were in good, muscular shape. She was wearing a blue bra and tight black panties. Her tits were—big. Her bra strap leaned down one shoulder. Her boobs pressed against the fabric.

"Okay," I said after a minute. Maybe two. "Th-thanks."

"Is that it?" Lara laughed. "Is that all you want to do?" Lara leaned forward." Come on, Mike, have you ever even seen a girl's boobs before? In real life?"

"N-no." I couldn't stop gazing at her bra strap. "I just, uh . . ."

"Oh, for fuck's sake." My stepsister reached behind her back and in one quick motion unsnapped her bra and let it drop to the floor. "Here. Take a good look. Get it out of your system."

Her tits drooped free. Her nipples were wide and pink. My cock jumped under my shorts.

"Okay." I took a good look. "Thanks . . ."

Lara rolled her eyes. "Mike? You can touch them if you want. I know you want to. Everyone does."

"Really? I mean . . ." I took a deep breath. "Okay."

Lara smiled as I reached forward. I put my hands on her boobs and squeezed them. Her skin was hot and sweaty. I hesitated, then squeezed harder, and started circling my fingers around her nipples.

Lara moaned softly. "That's good."

"You—you like this?" I gazed at her mostly naked body.

Lara laughed. "You've got a lot to learn, don't you?" She leaned forward. "Yes. Most girls like this. Keep doing it."

So I squeezed her boobs. They were soft, but her nipples were hard. I wondered how many other guys had done this with her. I knew she'd had boyfriends—lots of them. I'd never really thought about them until now.

"Mike . . ." Lara put a hand on my shoulder. "You can kiss them. If you want."

If I want? I leaned forward and planted my lips on the nearest nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Lara sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Oh," she murmured. "Okay. Keep doing that."

Yeah. I went from one tit to another, licking and sucking. She pressed my face to her chest, and for a few minutes I couldn't think of anything else. My stepsister's tits. All I wanted to do was run up to my room to jerk off.

Finally Lara pushed me away. "That was nice."

"Yeah." I tried to catch my breath. "Thanks. I'll just--"

"Wait a minute!" Lara laughed. "You got to see my boobs! Don't you think I should get to see your dick?"

What? I backed away—even though my cock was straining against my shorts. "You want to—what?"

"Oh, come on, Mikey." Lara pointed a finger at my crotch. "I can see how hard it's getting. Just let me see it. Okay?"

"Well . . . I guess." I grinned. "Here goes."

I pulled my shorts down. My cock sprang out, hard and stiff as an arrow.

Lara blinked. "Wow. What did your girlfriends say about that big boy?"

I thought she was joking. "I've never . . . you know . . . had one."

"What?" Lara laughed. "You've got to be kidding me."

"No. No . . ." My cock trembled as she gazed at it. "I just never . . . got that far."

"Well, don't worry, Mike." She licked her lips. "I've got a lot of friends who would love to get their hands on a prick like this. Right now . . ." She reached out a hand. "You got to fiddle with my tits, so I guess I get to make friends with you."

I groaned as Lara wrapped her fingers around my dick. "Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes . . ."

Lara chuckled. "Just relax, Mike. I'll take care of you."

I leaned back, my mind spinning, Lara stroked my cock, first slow and steady, then hard and fast. "Just relax. I've got a feeling this won't take long."

"What—what--" But she was right. I tried to control it. For a moment I thought I could hold off.

Then I came, all over her hands, dripping onto the carpet. Would mom and dad notice? I didn't care. My cock pumped and pumped, and Lara laughed, stroking me until I had to push her hands away. "Wow. Oh wow."

Lara laughed. "I knew you wouldn't last long." She pulled a bunch of tissues from the box to wipe my cum from her fingers. "First time getting a handjob?" She rubbed more tissues on the floor. "That was a lot. More than Roy ever had."

Roy was her latest boyfriend. She'd had a lot of boyfriends. Too many to count. I'd envied them—they got to see Lara naked, and . . . other stuff.

"Yeah . . . yeah . . ." My legs were trembling. "Thanks. I'll just . . . go up to my room now."

"Oh no." Lara sat back on her knees. "I took care of you. Now you have to do me."

"Wh-what?" My cock was still trembling.

"It's hot, and I'm horny. Plus, I broke up with Roy last week." She shook her head. "That asshole. He was cheating on me with Ashley Miller. I saw the photos on his phone."

I nodded. "I always thought he was a jerk."

Lara stood up and slowly peeled her panties down. "So Mike—is this the first pussy you've ever really seen? Not on porn?"

"Y-yeah." Lara had a tight, dark landing strip, already moist.

She swung her hips like a dancer. "So are you going to do something for me?

I blinked. "You mean . . ."

"For fuck's sake, Mike!" She put her hands on her hips. "I got you off. It's my turn now. Or are you too scared?"

"No." I knew what she wanted. "I just . . . I've never done this before."

She clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Just do it. You'll be fine."

"Okay." I dropped to my knee. My cock was already growing back. I leaned forward, sticking my tongue out, and stroked her ass with one hand.

Lara pushed me forward. "Right there," she murmured. "Oh yeah. Do it right there."

I found her clit with my tongue. Lara moaned. "Ohh . . . wow. You must have watched a lot of porn. That's good."

"Not—not that much." But I had. Every movie I could find. Now it was real. Lara's slit tasted salty and sweaty. I grabbed her ass and dug my fingers into her butt as I licked, her juices running down my tongue as she moaned, her legs trembling. Yeah, I was doing it, finally—eating out a woman. My own stepsister, naked and panting as I buried my face between her thighs.

"Ohh . . ." Lara moaned. "That's nice, Mikey. So nice. I've been so horny . . . right there, a little to the right—no, the other way—yes! Oh, oh, oh . . ."

She staggered back and fell onto the couch, spreading her legs wide. I crawled forward and started back up again, inhaling the scent of her pussy as I kissed her clit.

Lara lifted her legs and planted her feet on my back, rolling her head back and forth on the cushions. "Oh, Mikey, oh Mikey . . . Yeah. Yeah!"

I managed one glance up. Lara's eyes were closed, and she was squeezing her tits in her hands. Then she kicked a heel on my back. "Ah!" She leaned back. "Yes, you fucker! Right there! Yes! Yes, yes, yes . . ."

Her body shuddered. "Mmm . . ." Her legs squeezed my hips. "Yes, yes, okay, yes . . ."

Then Lara sat up. "Not bad for your first time licking pussy. You've got some potential, little brother."

"Stepbrother." I leaned back and rubbed my arm over my chin, tasting her juices. "But that was all right?"

"All you need is a little more practice." Lara caught her breath—and then she saw my cock. Hard again.

Lara smiled. "That was quick, Mike."

"What—what do you expect?" I couldn't help staring at her tits, flushed and warm. "Should I go now, or--"

"Are you crazy?" Lara sat forward. "We can't stop now. Or do you want to?"

"N-no." Did she really mean . . .

"Come on, Mikey." Lara spread her thighs wide again. "Is this your first time? Really?"

"Of course it is." It was my first time for everything. "Do you really want to--"

Then I stopped talking. Of course she wanted to. I grabbed her legs and lunged forward.

"Uhh!" Lara grunted as I plunged my cock into her pussy. "Give a girl a little warning there, Mike. But . . . yeah, okay, that's good. You just came, so try not to do it again too fast. Okay, okay . . . yes. Yes!"

My cock was deep inside my stepsister's body on a hot summer day. I tried to control myself, but I'd never really felt anything like this. I rammed back and forth, panting, my balls swinging wildly, and Lara's tits were bouncing up and down.

Her eyes were closed. She grabbed at my ass, pulling me down, deeper, and I bit my lip, trying to slow down. Eventually I managed a hard, steady rhythm, in and out, my hips pumping.

I leaned down. My arms were getting tired. Lara put her hands on my shoulders and gazed up at me. "Oh Mikey, Mikey . . ."

"I hate it when you call me that." My cock surged inside her pussy. "My name is Mike."

"Okay, okay. Mike, Mike, Mike . . ." She rolled her head back and forth, breathing hard.

I tried to kiss her. But she pulled her face away. "Not now. Not like this."

"Okay." I started thrusting faster. "Are you okay? Are we okay?"

"Yes, you jerk." She laughed. "It's just—weird—thinking of—kissing—my stepbrother. Even though I'm—fucking—you. I love you, Mike. I love—it. I love—oh!"

I was surprised. I didn't think Lara would come again so soon. But she bucked up and screeched, and then I came too, spurting everything I had into her body.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, panting. I kissed her ear. Slowly our spasms eased.

"Oh." Lara lay back. "You're sure that was your first time?"

I slipped my dripping cock from her pussy. "Pretty sure. I would have remembered."

She punched my chest. "Well, it won't be the last."

I sat back on my knees. "You mean . . ."

"Tonight. After they've gone to bed." She looked around. "Help me find my bra."

"All right." I grinned.

"We're going to have to spray the carpet. And this couch." She pulled her panties on. "You get to do that. I'm going to take a shower and put some clothes on."

I nodded, picking up my shorts. "See you tonight?"

Lara sighed. "Look, Mike, this was your first time. You can't get obsessed. I want to do it again—lots. But you need to do it with other people too."

"Uh, sure." I shrugged. "Anyone in particular?"

Lara laughed. "Oh, I'm sure I can find someone."

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