make what could have been an incredibly generic class fascinating.” Jenna punctuated each statement with a stab of her fork into her plate of salad.
Most people looked at Jenna and saw a pretty girl with big boobs and nothing else, but she was smart. She graduated in the top 10% of our high school class and got a acceptance letter and a fat scholarship package from every school she applied to. Only a few months into college and she was thriving already.
“You always believed in me. When our parents got married, I wasn’t happy at first because I thought you would uproot my life, but you’ve always been the best.” Her softer tone caught my attention. The fork rested on the edge of her plate, abandoned as she spoke to me. “That really meant a lot. Mom believed in me too, but your Mom is supposed to, even if you’re a fuck up. You never saw me as an annoyance that was shoved into your life when our parents got hitched.”
She leaned back in her chair, sighing. “College is the first time in my life I’ve had teachers that don’t look surprised when they discover I’m not an airhead. It’s like I’m the first girl they’ve ever encountered that can write a thesis statement and use an eyelash curler.” She grabbed the fork again and angrily speared a cherry tomato. “You never did that. Ever. I just wanted you to know that I noticed, and that it means a lot.”
I nodded solemnly, before cracking a grin and snatching the last piece of chicken out of her salad. “I always knew you were a nerd, Jenna.”
The mood broken, Jenna broke out in giggles, a loud, joyous sound I had missed around the house when she packed up and left for school. “‘A nerd,’ he says. I’ve seen your Lord of the Rings toys.”
Picking up the familiar argument, I countered with, “They’re action figures!”
The juxtaposition of my goofy, just a little bit bossy stepsister and the goddess I had watched pleasure herself with my name on her lips only a few hours ago was disconcerting. By bringing it up myself, I was running the risk of destroying everything we had, but with what I had heard. . . how could I not take that risk?
“Are we going to talk about what happened at all?” I asked tentatively.
The smile faded from Jenna’s face as quickly as if someone had slammed down a security gate. “Is there anything to talk about?” Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet.
“I think there is.”
Jenna stood up and walked into the kitchen, her back stiff and her head down. I followed at her heels. “Jenna, listen to me!” I grabbed her arm and spun her around to face me. “Jenna, it’s okay.”
Her face was white and tears brimmed in her eyes. “It’s not okay. It’s sick. You’re my stepbrother .” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I mean, technically we’re family!”
“Not by blood,” I countered before adding, “And if you’re sick, you’re no sicker than I am.”
She lifted her bright blue eyes to stare into mine, shock written across her face. “You feel the same way?” she asked, in a hopeful voice.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. I slowly became aware of how close we were standing. I cloud smell the strawberry scent of her shampoo and feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She was close enough to touch, to kiss.
I kissed her.
Her lips felt like soft pillows under mine, and they tasted like cherry chapstick. Her mouth opened underneath mine and I caressed her tongue with mine, tasting the herbal sweetness of the tomatoes in her mouth. Her hands snaked around my back, pulling me closer to her. I could feel my cock beginning to stir again at her proximity and I rocked my hips against hers instinctively.
Jenna froze and pulled back just enough to look down at the growing bulge in my pants. “Do I make you hard?” she asked coyly.
“Do I make you wet?” I countered.
She chuckled. “Touché. And yes, you
Most people looked at Jenna and saw a pretty girl with big boobs and nothing else, but she was smart. She graduated in the top 10% of our high school class and got a acceptance letter and a fat scholarship package from every school she applied to. Only a few months into college and she was thriving already.
“You always believed in me. When our parents got married, I wasn’t happy at first because I thought you would uproot my life, but you’ve always been the best.” Her softer tone caught my attention. The fork rested on the edge of her plate, abandoned as she spoke to me. “That really meant a lot. Mom believed in me too, but your Mom is supposed to, even if you’re a fuck up. You never saw me as an annoyance that was shoved into your life when our parents got hitched.”
She leaned back in her chair, sighing. “College is the first time in my life I’ve had teachers that don’t look surprised when they discover I’m not an airhead. It’s like I’m the first girl they’ve ever encountered that can write a thesis statement and use an eyelash curler.” She grabbed the fork again and angrily speared a cherry tomato. “You never did that. Ever. I just wanted you to know that I noticed, and that it means a lot.”
I nodded solemnly, before cracking a grin and snatching the last piece of chicken out of her salad. “I always knew you were a nerd, Jenna.”
The mood broken, Jenna broke out in giggles, a loud, joyous sound I had missed around the house when she packed up and left for school. “‘A nerd,’ he says. I’ve seen your Lord of the Rings toys.”
Picking up the familiar argument, I countered with, “They’re action figures!”
The juxtaposition of my goofy, just a little bit bossy stepsister and the goddess I had watched pleasure herself with my name on her lips only a few hours ago was disconcerting. By bringing it up myself, I was running the risk of destroying everything we had, but with what I had heard. . . how could I not take that risk?
“Are we going to talk about what happened at all?” I asked tentatively.
The smile faded from Jenna’s face as quickly as if someone had slammed down a security gate. “Is there anything to talk about?” Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet.
“I think there is.”
Jenna stood up and walked into the kitchen, her back stiff and her head down. I followed at her heels. “Jenna, listen to me!” I grabbed her arm and spun her around to face me. “Jenna, it’s okay.”
Her face was white and tears brimmed in her eyes. “It’s not okay. It’s sick. You’re my stepbrother .” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I mean, technically we’re family!”
“Not by blood,” I countered before adding, “And if you’re sick, you’re no sicker than I am.”
She lifted her bright blue eyes to stare into mine, shock written across her face. “You feel the same way?” she asked, in a hopeful voice.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. I slowly became aware of how close we were standing. I cloud smell the strawberry scent of her shampoo and feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She was close enough to touch, to kiss.
I kissed her.
Her lips felt like soft pillows under mine, and they tasted like cherry chapstick. Her mouth opened underneath mine and I caressed her tongue with mine, tasting the herbal sweetness of the tomatoes in her mouth. Her hands snaked around my back, pulling me closer to her. I could feel my cock beginning to stir again at her proximity and I rocked my hips against hers instinctively.
Jenna froze and pulled back just enough to look down at the growing bulge in my pants. “Do I make you hard?” she asked coyly.
“Do I make you wet?” I countered.
She chuckled. “Touché. And yes, you
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