It was 2 days before my 18th birthday when my 46 yr old mother announced that she was getting married for the 5th time. Yes, in my 18 years of life I have had 4 dads, including my own. Anyway, everything seemed to be going along as usual, picking a dress, hiring a caterer and a band, etc. until she proceeded to tell me that this new man had a daughter that was close to my age. My thoughts were, "Why do I care? She's not going to live here." Directly after I had that thought she tells me that she is taking a semester off from college and will be staying across the hall from me. WTF!!!! I wanted to scream.
As if telling me that I was going to have to share my bathroom wasn’t bad enough, she had to invite her fiancé and his daughter to my b-day party. And when I caught and attitude about it, she told me that there was no reason to be selfish, after all they are your new family. She says that to me with all her new husbands. As if my own piece of shit father wasn’t enough of a let down in life, she couldn't even let me have my day without pushing her crap on it.
Angry and upset I retreated to my room. About 10 minutes into the book I was reading there was a knock on my door.
"Come in."
"Hey, I'm Taylor." said a tall, succulent, caramel skinned woman, who stood in my doorway.
I stood up to properly greet her, tripping over my own feet while walking toward her.
"I'm Lisa. Sorry if I was rude to u downstairs. It's just that this is so my mom."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Anything that’s supposed to be about me, she makes about her." I responded. "Please have a seat."
We talked for about 30 minutes and she convinced me to go back to my party and enjoy it. I apologized and introduced myself to Philip, got a drink and jumped back in the pool. The party was off the chain until about 8 o'clock when everyone was drained from fun in the sun. My mom announced that she and Philip had a flight to Sun Valley and had to go. She grabbed her purse kissed me on the cheek and said happy birthday and they were off. I immediately went to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vanilla Absolute and poured a shot.
"Are you ok?" Taylor asked as she stood behind me.
I replied, "Fabulous! After all who doesn't dream of being left home alone on their birthday with a complete stranger."
I realized after I finished that what I said was a little harsh, I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put my load on you."
"It's perfectly alright. Believe me I understand about runaway parents." She giggled. "You look stressed. Could you use a hug?"
I took a deep breath and sighed, and as the tears started to roll down my face she reached out and pulled me close for a tight bear hug. She told it was ok to cry and to just let it all out and so I did. Ten minutes later I had stopped crying and Taylor's shirt was soaked with my tears. I felt bad and offered her a drink while I got her a dry shirt. We sat down on the couch and talked forever. She told me about her mom and her dad's 3 ex-wives. About growing up in boarding schools, and with nannies but never a real family.
Halfway through the bottle of Absolute I started to feel tingly every time her hand brushed my thigh. I had never thought that I might be attracted to a girl. When she leaned in to smell my perfume I almost died, I jumped up like my pants were on fire. "Well...umm...I'm going to go to bed now. Do you know which room is yours?"
She let out a sultry giggle, "Yes. I discovered that when I put my things away. Have I made you uncomfortable in any way?"
"No...umm...I'm ok, just tired. Well I'll see you in the morning. Knock if you need anything."
As I walked up the stairs I could feel her eyes on me, stalking my every movement. When I got to the top of the stairs I wanted to know if she was still watching me so I turned and she blushed. I walked so fast to my room that I might have started an electrical fire if I was wearing socks. I took a shower and settled down in my bed with a good book. 5 chapters into it I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in." I answered.
"Sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you."
"Not at all, I was just reading. Come on in."
There she was again, standing in my doorway. Only this time she was wearing a semi-sheer robe, that hung off her right shoulder and exposed her delicate, creamy skin. I suddenly felt my temperature soar.
"I just wanted to know where I could find a towel so I can bathe."
She didn't have to add in that last part. I knew what she needed a towel for, all that extra info was just to get me hot.
"Sure." I put my book down, grabbed her a towel from the linen closet and headed back to my room when she stopped me.
"Would you mind showing me how to turn on the shower?" She asked me with a sneaky grin.
I showed her how to turn the shower on and off and started back to my room when she said, "If you're still awake I wouldn't mind another chat, and maybe a glass of wine or something like that."
"Sure, just knock."
When I got back to my room I started to look around for anything that I didn't want to be seen by her, but there was nothing. My room was not at all childish, with satin sheets on my queen sized bed, lace curtains hanging in the window and a pink and silver vanity, I would say it was very adult, so I was ok. I sat back down to read my book and I barely got back into it when she knocked on my door. This time she just walked right in. Her robe was wide open and between her white lace bra and panties was her flat, sculptured stomach glistened like the sun bouncing off the waters of the Jamaica. Her long legs consisted of perfectly muscular, yet ladylike calves and juicy, but not sloppy thighs, which lead up to the most amazing 'apple bottom' ass I had ever seen.
She sat down next to me and handed me a glass of pinot noir. I drank it so fast it didn’t have time to settle in the glass.
"Do I make you nervous? Because I could go back to my room if you like."
"No. No. You're fine." And at that moment I decided to clear the air. "I just can't help but think that you're hitting on me." She giggled. "I know it sounds crazy. Please tell me I'm way off base so we can move on."
There was a brief silence and then she kissed me. I jumped away from her and she extended her hand to me and told me to relax. I couldn’t believe she kissed me, but I really couldn't believe that I liked it and wanted more. I sat back next to her and she told me that she could make me feel so good that I would forget my name. That made my panties wet and I wanted her to touch me. She leaned in and kissed me again, but this time she secured her hand behind my head so I couldn't snatch away. While her tongue discovered the inside of my mouth, her free hand explored my thighs.
I melted like butter under her touch. I fell back onto my bed and slightly spread my legs for her to climb between them.
"You don’t have to do this. All I wanted to do was kiss you." She said softly.
"No, I want to. I want you to show me what I'm missing."
She started kissing my neck and caressing my breast. She straddled my thigh and pressed hers against my pussy and began to grind. I made sounds that I had never heard before and that made her grind faster. She stopped and sat up on the bed and slid my boy-shorts and tank top off and tossed them aside, she disrobed herself and made her way up my leg with kisses. She paused at my inner thigh left a hickey as a reminder that she was there. When she approached my hot, engorged clit, she teased it with the tip of her wet tongue, I shivered. She rolled her tongue around my clit in a circular motion with increasing speed until she sucked it completely into her mouth. She buried her face down there licking and sucking every inch. I could feel her tongue go deep inside my pussy walls as she held my hips down to keep me from squirming away.
She looked up to stare into my eyes and smiled through a mouth full of pussy before saying, "Damn you taste good."
I through my head back in ecstasy and rocked my hips back and forth, pressing down harder and harder mouth until my sweetness exploded inside her mouth. I moaned so loud I could have set off car alarms if our neighbors were closer. I tried to turn over and rest, but she wasn’t done yet. She straddled me so that our clits touched, then she scooted closer and started rocking her hips. Now this was mind blowing. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her as close as she could get and she kissed me again. Her tongue invaded my mouth and damn near touched my tonsils as she started to cum all over my lap. Her cum dripping all over my pussy made me squirt like a waterfall.
We both collapsed onto the bed and with staggered breath I said, "That...was...amazing..." She laughed.
"And I thought a sister was going to be the end of personal space, now I want you all up in my personal space, all day, everyday."
"Lets go again." She said with an excited look in her eyes.
"OK. Let me show you what I learned."
Before I knew it, we were at it again. We went from the bedroom to the hallway, down the stairs and ended up for the 4th time of the night in the kitchen on the island. I had her ass on the counter, legs wide open and her head in the sink. When I was done she left a puddle of passions sweet nectar where she sat. She lead me to my bedroom and cradled me in her arms as we fell asleep.
To this day our parents have no idea that we slept together, let alone that we have been fucking each other for the past 3 years. If they knew that every time we visited we were...well...you know...or why I visited New York so much, they would both flip out. Good thing my stepsister and I can keep a secret
