An adult stories – Fiona Ch. 01 by sandraballesteros,sandraballesteros My stepsister, Fiona, and I had known each other for several years before my divorced mother and widowed father married. Our parents were good friends from the time of their previous marriages. Fiona and I had coincided in a couple of cruises that the two families went on together. Then came the trauma of the death of my stepsister’s mother and the shock of my parents’ separation.
Mom and her father knew each other very well and, I think, were already partly attracted to each other before all that traumatic time. So even though we weren’t technically a family, we did a lot of family-type things together, especially summer vacations at Fiona’s dad’s cabin on the lake.
Fiona is three years older than me. That, added to the fact that women tend to mature much earlier than us men, had a logical consequence. She was never very interested in hanging out with me during those pre-marriage outings. During puberty Fiona would have been said to have avoided me, to use a nice verb. But that girl, older than me, whose breasts grew before my eyes, provoked in the young man that I was an earthquake that convulsed my life. Because mom’s wedding with her father came.
Suddenly there was a beautiful female creature in my own home. I tried by all means to look older. But Fiona found that just funny. Things of a brat.
For me that marriage had been a real surprise, although for Fiona, according to what she herself confessed to me, it was something obvious. As I said the girls are more mature and three years older than me, the details of the romance between our parents had not escaped her.
After the wedding, my fascination with Fiona turned into something sick. Any boy or man who reads me can easily understand what it means for a 14-year-old boy to start sharing a house with a 17-year-old girl. Besides, my stepsister is not just another girl.
When in summer she was skimpily dressed around the house, in the dining room, in the TV room, crossing her legs or falling asleep in any position… God! For me it was both the most beautiful show in the world and unbearable torture. She, of course, avoided her little stepbrother, but she found the undeniable crush I was processing for her to be funny and amusing to some degree. I didn’t realize it then, but years later she has confessed to me that some of those sleeping beauty poses, in which I secretly enjoyed the delicious landscapes that inadvertently surfaced under her skirts, had been faked.
The bastard didn’t sleep! She pretended to be asleep, which is not the same. He did it with the double purpose of tormenting his little stepbrother’s asshole and, at the same time, to satisfy an intimate and secret morbidity
I was starting my baccalaureate when Fiona went to university. And the light that illuminated that house, suddenly disappeared. The transfer of the sculptural body of my stepsister through the halls, the bathroom or the kitchen, which flooded with joy and joy my pupils, ceased like the rain in a summer storm. Suddenly. It was no longer.
Our city is not university, so my stepsister had to move to a rental floor many kilometers away. I rarely came to visit, so we have not seen each other much in recent years. Specifically, his last absence has been the longest. He argued with my mother (I have not yet managed to find out about the reasons), and from the conflict with Mom, Fiona began to be reluctant to come home. Neither a visit, nor on the summer holidays last year, nor later. In short, more than two years ago that I did not see her, because the only time I could coincide with her, which was at Christmas two years ago, I caught my exchange trip with a family of Dublin, to practice language.
But Mom had not been willing to keep that kind of anger with her stepdaughter. So he had made the determination to go see her without prior notice to her student’s footprint. He had done it and, not only had they made peace, but according to my mother, it had been a kind of miracle, of catharsis in which the two had cried and laughed in the midst of hugs and apologies. Anyway, Fiona had received her in her heart again, as if she were her true mother. From that encounter, Mom had adopted her as a daughter. And both had become friends and confidants.
I missed that radical change in the relationship between my mother and my stepsister. But… who understands women?
Now it came for a long summer vacation. As I said, after two years without seeing it. She had just completed her third year at the University with 22 and I had just finished the baccalaureate and recently completed the 18.
Mom, dad and I were already in the summer cabin when we listen to Fiona to stop her car on the entrance path. The sound of the tires of an all -terrain is unmistakable by stepping on the pine needles that cover, until almost hiding, the road that leads from the regional road to the cabin.
We ran to greet her with dad in front of everyone. After all, it was his true daughter. Fiona hugged him with force hanging from his neck. “I’m glad to be at home,” he said. “I’ve thrown you much less. And… this… I apologize for all this time without coming. ”
“No seas tonta. Lo importante es que estás aquí de nuevo. Nosotros también nos alegramos de verte, cariño”, dijo mamá, en un claro gesto de dejar bien claro el armisticio firmado entre ambas mujeres. Así que Fiona cumplió a la perfección con su parte, se separó de su padre con una gran sonrisa que destilaba sinceridad y cariño y abrazó a mamá, que no pudo evitar la mirada vidriosa y un par de lágrimas de alegría. Lógico, después de aliviar la tensión que el enfado entre las dos mujeres había traído a la convivencia de la familia.
I backed away, waiting for greetings to our parents, waiting in a provoked and discreet background. In part because my past falls in love with Fiona, which I already believed, when he saw her again erupted as a volcano of Polynesia. Suddenly all those morbid times during the years we live under the same roof, all those involuntary and volunteer erections. All the relief that I looked for me alone in my bed or in the bathroom, having it as muse, as the only and true object of my desire, spilled on my soul as a cataract of difficult feelings to describe.
I was very good! Fuck with Fiona! Now it was much more woman, a thousand times. What do I say! A million times more attractive. What breasts! What a belt! My God, how ass! When mom finally released her, Fiona took a step towards me and suddenly stopped. I almost worked right there. I struggled to prevent the deep uneasiness from being noticed, the earthquake of feelings that my poor spirit suffered.
Fiona! The evil Fiona! The blessed Fiona! She knew very well what was happening inside me, her hard nipples knew, her ladina gaze, her crooked smile. He knew, surely, his stepbrother was a simple wink doll put there for his soleaz and recreation. I was not going to wait for the encounter in any detail. But he was impressed with my physical change in those two years of absence.
He walked with my eyes slowly, from my eyes and my hair to my feet. Without leaving anything without inspection, and when I say anything, it’s nothing. Because he did not hide or the least, the entertainment that their pupils had at the top of my pants.
“Wow brother…!” He exclaimed, “I’ve been about to tell you ‘little brother’, but you’re no longer a little brother.” He said looking at me in such a way that he managed to emerge certain reddish tones on my cheeks and cause my eyes to look at the floor, dead of shame.
The truth is that my sister was right. The last time we had seen ourselves 16 years old, my stature was somewhat lower than his, because I had not suffered what is usually called ‘the stretch’. I barely had muscles accompanying my bones, it was very, very skinny. Now, the man who was in front of Fiona was a man who exceeded his height quite a lot and had gained a lot of muscle. Above all I have won muscle mass since I was selected for the Institute’s basketball team and the coach set out ‘to put me back’ for the melee of that sport.
“You have really grown, little brother,” he said with the same tone with which he greets a cake tray, while looking at me with a suspiciously dyed smile of irony and mixed with hidden evil.
Dad was funny his child’s performance and broke up. Mom knew certain details, which I will tell about her stepdaughter later, thanks to the recent shared confidences between them and she judged that behavior of Fiona as something relatively dangerous for my sexual integrity. Extreme that, although I totally ignored, my instincts had been in charge of warning.
“You have also changed,” I still said with the blush painting my cheeks.
And what if I had changed. The Fiona that I remembered, although she was a precious teenager, was something careless about her presence. A little marimacho, bustling. But now all that seemed to have transminded. He wore a blouse without a support and I could see that her breasts were firm and hard, and her nipples marked enough to notice with impudence. Despite having made movements that could have balancing any other chest. Fiona’s tits, what tits, by God! They had barely moved. Of course I did not need any bra. Mother Nature was responsible for holding those two divine cusps. Their arms were thin although they were noticed by the toning of the gym, the shoulders deliciously rounded and their waist had the perfect shape of a sand watch. I wore shorts (pa fucked it right there, without taking them off) one of those who now use the girls to run and teach half of the ass below. He boasted a flat and tense abdomen and sculptural legs, such as formed by an artist, strong, very strong. My little sister to sport, that was clear. His hips were the perfect handle for a few trips to the beyond. And his butt, fuck! That was the best in the world. I thought. He was perfectly rounded in his convexities and attracted as a real magnet in sight in that area where the buttocks come together to disappear forming the magical triangle.
I thought, the mother who gave birth to a whore. We go to any corner and find out, or right here. Uffff!, My stepsister was that you shit, go fucking. As big as my desire to throw it; But I only dared to babble, almost stuttering, with all my shyness: “You are very pretty, Fiona.”
We exchange a superficial hug, infinitely more superficial than my wishes would have requested the goddess Fortuna, and we enter the house. We spent the afternoon and night the four together, as a family, as the situation required, remembering the past together and up to date on news of each one. Then let’s give. I remained half hypnotized, looking at Fiona all the time, amazed at how good it was. Sighing for having it a little closer and smelling its perfume. My hormones had declared San Patricio’s day and paraded all over my body disordering everything. From time to time, I caught her looking at her and smiled at me with the same diabolical look she had given me when she arrived.
My asshole, the most absolute asshole was only for her confirmation that her stepbrother was the right toy with which to practice diabolical games during the days she was going to spend in the cabin. The moron, the antidote child against his boredom. His body was also well loaded with morbid, but Fiona was more convoluted, he found pleasure in more psychological entertainments, who played with sex as if it were a roller coaster. Upload it, lower it, martyr it. All that and much more hid after the look of my muse, although a server only saw the succulent, incredible and appetizing wrapping.
That night I had a humid dream. It had not been one thousands of years. Maybe because I don’t give my testicles time to fill enough to need relief. But apparently, the vision of my sister and sharing those hours with Fiona had put the factory to work more intensity.
In my dream Fiona and I were in bed, I with a half thigh boxer and she in nightgown and without panties. It sounded, I don’t know why the song I’ve Seen That Face Before in Spanish “I have seen this face before”, the second single from the Grace Jones album. I have always liked the lyrics, I immerse me in a kind of melancholy:
Strange, I have seen that face before, like a hawk to steal the dam, just like the night waiting for the day, it is strange, shadows back home, steps resonate on the stones, rainy nights in Boulevard Haussmann, music from Paris, drifting from the bars, strange that is standing there alone, eyes looking at me, cold to my bones.
We hugged each other transported by music. How it smelled! His heat was so cozy and sensual that only with that my crotch would have reacted, but also, Fiona did not behave like his arrival. I pampered my hair. I kissed my mouth with such sweetness that meant at the same time that everything grew until it reached the greatest pressure, the lustrous swelling. I bite on my lips and in the lobes of my ears, as if we were boyfriends.
I dreamed of myself liabilities, letting her take the initiative. Enjoying, those yes, until I feel float in a different world. I had dropped my hand to his butt to suffer contractions in the hard wood because of the discovery of an incredible event. Fiona didn’t wear panties! My God!
I think that at that moment in my dream I was about to finish it, spilling the incontentment, but luckily I did not, since in the dream, after giving some slap in the buttocks, not without fear of being rebuked, my fingers slipped with dissimulation until you start skating because of the divine moods of that gorge of tender and pink meats. I even seemed to perceive his smell.
How delicious and supernatural sensation that of walking the yolks of my fingers through such lands, that of playing to slip, to deepen a little, to take out. From top to bottom it was a delight, vice versa was more. But when in one of the trips I arrived at the rear hole, Prieto, divine of his anus, I almost died right there. At one end the hole of the divine chasm, on the other the swollen button that Fiona responded with groans.
She wet a lot in my dream, scandalously and profusely. I don’t think any woman does it as my stepsister in my reverie. So hugged her and stroking that in that way a few seconds passed.
Wet dreams, at least mine, are urgent, the body knows that it has to ejaculate and seeks brevity. Suddenly I met two fingers from my hand inside her, clinging mimously with the palm of my hand the delicious bone covered by that layer of divine fat ‘Mons pubis’. Fiona shouted incontinent, as an injured animal and the screams encouraged me to give more strength and speed to the process. Finally, with the body of my stepsister twisting under the onslaught of my right hand, he first suffered a tension in the legs to give way to detonations of final pleasure amid the overflowing humidity of his spring.
The accumulation of seminal product in my spherical stores spilled in that very moment. But so profusely, that when I woke up euphoric for what I had just lived and for the immense pleasure I felt during my relief, I thought I had urinated
Sitting in bed, with my boxer ruined at all, I still had a hard time breathing. It had been so real! Undoubtedly, the very reality could not be greater or more details, or more sensations in the various senses, or provide more pleasure than that of my dream.
The morning after sudden dad said: “Mom and I have to go to the city to work during the rest of the week. It was Tuesday. We will return on Saturday, so you will be alone. It is what it is. We cannot avoid it.
So before we leave you leave you with the rules that you must comply with, yes or yes. ”
“Dad” complained Fiona “I am twenty -one years old. I don’t need rules to act with responsibility.”
“Since you are twenty -one years old, and you stay responsible. Do you understand me? “Dad said.
“I do have a problem,” he intervened. “Am eighteen years old; I don’t need my sister to take care of me. In any case, and being bigger and stronger than her, the one who could take care of Fiona would be me. Don’t you think?
“Enough, Gilipolleces,” Dad said severity. “These are my rules. I don’t want you to organize any kind of party in the cabin. I don’t want a group of careless teenaging and strange drunks breaking things. ”
“Is it out here, in the middle of nowhere, do you want us to mount a party? Maybe we could gather a group of wild boars, I understand that its population has shot up “my stepsister objected with a very typical sarcasm.” How do you want us to organize a party in this place? No one!”
“Fiona is enough. It is forbidden to swim, navigate or walk alone. You must take care of each other. ”
“Yes, Dad,” said Fiona with resignation. But he was bored with the sermon peñazo that was leaving us.
“Yes, dad,” I said.
We finished loading the bags in the car and left while Fiona and I greeted without much enthusiasm.
Fiona turned to me as they lost sight of. “Matthew, let’s swim,” said excitedly.
“Now? Are you crazy?” I questioned
“Yes, now,” he demanded. “Dad said we have to swim together, so or you’re going to put on the swimsuit or I’ll call it and tell him you don’t meet his rules.”
I shrugged when I realized that the week was beginning to be a certainly distressing experience for me. While undressed and put my swimsuit imagined her doing the same. I couldn’t help remembering the dream and seeing her again, without panties. What swimsuit would you wear? I had wide bermuda, I don’t like close men’s swimsuits. My natural is shy and that type of bathing suit lets the shape and volume of the whole set excessively noticed. I was expectant to see her.
You know what a soponcio is. According to the RAE, it is a passing passenger or indisposition that occurs after a very large anguish or scare situation. And that is what I was about to suffer when I saw her. He wore a tiny fluorescent orange bikini. It could be seen a kilometer away against the bottom of brown and green of the forests that surrounded the lake. I observed half dizzy the movement of his butt. She had ordered with a “follow me” and walked in front. The sway of his buttocks was killing me.
We arrive at the Lake jetty. A cover of wooden boards about thirty meters long that was admitted to the water by wooded pilasters on which it supported. How he moved his butt when walking on the floating cover. It was incredibly firm, as in my dream. But what really made me sick is that Fiona moved him for me, blatant to me, to enervate me to take me to a state close to madness. What a tremendous desire to shorten the meter and a half that separated me from the delicacy, remove the wrapper and put a mouth and nose between those delicious thighs!
Was. Of course, I was in a permanent state of anxiety and excitement. I threw my towel over the boards of the jetty and went to the edge to dive into the lush. Let’s see if cold water managed to calm my instincts and calm down.
Just when I was taking impulse, at the edge of the boards for my jump, Fiona grabbed my swimsuit by the waist and one pull down to my ankles. My body had already made the decision and impulse, I wanted to abort my leap in the middle of to turn and see what was happening, but it was already late, I fell flat to the water, the pain of the palmetazo of my epidermis was immediate. But Fiona had jumped just behind me and took advantage of my confusion to finish taking my bathing garment that I had the opportunity to recover.
“What the hell are you doing, Fiona?” I shouted when I took my head out of the water.
He turned my swimsuit over his head and threw it out of the water, to the wood on which the two towels had remained. “I wanted to see how you saw yourself,” he replied.
I spoiled water and said: “You’ve seen me naked before.”
“Yes, but you have become bigger since then, much bigger and wanted to see you have grown all equally.”
“Well, I hope you have seen it well,” I said sarcastically.
“Yes, I looked at him. But you fell too quickly I will take another look when you get out of the water.
“I will not get out of the water while you are here.”
“You heard what Dad said, nothing to swim alone. If you are in the water, I am with you. ”
I swam a while moving away about four meters from her. I kept looking at me with that gesture of possession, of authority. On the one hand I was baffled by the supremacy that he showed, with only three years more than me. On the other, it was tremendously morbid to get carried away by that kind of female domain. Pretend to be a bit of your pelele. Let him get yours.
“It is not fair that and this is naked while you are dressed.”
“With this tiny bikini, you have already seen me almost completely.”
“It’s not the same,” I complained.
“It’s fine,” Fiona replied. I couldn’t believe it, “I watched stunned, I gave some strokes to approach her and contemplated closely as the top of the bikini was removed. He raised his arms above the head to throw the support to the dock and that caused his white tits to be Balance and corroborate my perception about how great the very fox was. They were magnificent, absolutely perfect, with a pointed shape and nipples somewhat larger than the size of the pencil draft that stood out vain and rigid because of the cold water of the lake. ” Are you happy? “He asked.
“Not quite,” I objected, “you still have the bottom.”
“You can’t see my pretty butt, at least not yet; maybe later.”
“Then let me see the breasts closer.” I said swimming the distance that separated us. She was standing on the bottom with the water at clavicles. I put my hands on your waist to get it out of the water and remove your breasts from the water. When I lifted her, she put her hand under the water and grabbed me where she grabs an uncle to immobilize him. My spheres were locked in their hand. I released her immediately, surprised by that aggressiveness. The expression of my face had to seem funny because Fiona smiled first and began to laugh later. He had not been able to see his breasts for a long time.
“What happens, are you shy, little brother?” He said mockingly.
“What are you doing, Fiona? What are you supposed to play?”
“The water is very cold,” he said as he began to approach sinuously. “I just want to make sure you don’t cool.” By saying ‘Do not cool’ took Morritos and emphasized the morbid accent of his voice.
I wanted to grab her, immobilize her with a hug. Partly for playing, for responding to his insinuations and… partly for having the opportunity to feel his body against mine. We struggle for a few seconds, no more than half a minute. And in the struggle, I do not know if on purpose or accidentally, the ankle of his foot hit my crotch. It is not necessary to describe the immediate consequences of such a blow.
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I groaned for the sharp pain and twisting grabbed one of the posts, I saw her up lax staircases. His resounding butt and the strip of the orange bikini.
Even sore from the water, I felt fading because of the incredible beauty of her soft and humid skin shining in the sunlight while the water dripped from her body like the rain of a magical cloud. He wrapped himself in the towel under his armpits and around his torso, covering his chest before turning to see me out. I struggled to climb the staircase, but the eggs still hurt, and I was ashamed that a woman had defeated me in the assault and that now my sister was looking at my absolute nudity. When I finished climbing I quickly wrapped myself in the towel, around my waist, and addressed the cabin with a more alive step than before, without saying a word. She followed me this time.
He was silent, enjoyed seeing my muscular torso and tasting his moment of triumph.
“I’m going to shower,” I shouted as I climbed the stairs. The water of the lake was cold, so I felt horrors a hot shower, I got and began to wash my hair with shampoo.
Matthew, do you need anything? Fiona shouted from the other side of the bathroom door.
“No, fi, I have everything I need,” I shouted as I rinsed my hair.
She had her plans, I tried not to think much about it. I knew that Fiona was the director of a theater workers who was going to develop in the cabin of that lake during the week of Soledad.
Do not miss it.