A New Family

I was sixteen when I left my mother and brothers and returned to the United States to live my father.

My father had remarried and his new wife had three daughters. The oldest daughter, Celeste, was a few months older than me. The next youngest, Colleen, was a year younger, and Tessie was eleven.

It was a brand new experience. I was overwhelmed living in a house with four strange females.

My mother, you recall from my Bath Time confessions, had made me into quite a momma's boy with her gentle, if rare bath time hand jobs and her insistence on me calling her Mummy, even as I grew older despite the ribbing I got from my friends.

My new mother was very different. She was a strict disciplinarian and ran the house with an iron grip.

I loved getting to know my stepsisters.

Celeste was sexually liberated and I soon learned she had quite the reputation at school. She had a killer body with long brown hair and a great sense of humor. She was a girl who went all the way and I enjoyed sitting alone with her in my room as she told me, leaving no detail out, about her sexual exploits. She had me eating out of her hand in no time, and I dropped hint after hint that I wanted to fuck her.

Colleen hated me because she had been moved out of her room to share Celeste's room. Unlike her sisters, Colleen had long, curly blonde hair and narrow hips. Her icy demeanor thawed as the weeks went on, but she always remained aloof.

Young Tessie was the rocket.

Even at eleven she had her sisters beaten at every step. She was smart as hell. She had long brown hair and a killer ass even for a girl of her young age. Her breasts were coming in and she had just started wearing a training bra. Celeste and Colleen shared the bathroom attached to their room, but Tessie and I had to use the main bathroom down the hall. Every morning I let her shower first and when it was my turn, I put my dirty clothes in the closet hamper next to the bathroom and grabbed the panties she had just taken off. In the bathroom, behind the locked door, I sniffed and licked the crotch and jerked off imagining how delicious her young pussy would taste.

One Saturday when everyone else was out, I lay on the couch watching TV. Tessie came in and asked me to move over so I could sit down. In typical teenage boy fashion, I refused and grinned at her.

I thought she would try moving me and I might get a nice look at her young tits shaking. She was wearing nothing but shorts and a tank top, so it seemed likely I'd get a peek.

Instead, she laid down on the opposite end of the couch with her bare feet up near my face. Slowly, she put one foot near my face banking on my reaction to be "Ew, gross!"

My heart pounded as she put her bare toes to my lips, still trying to get me to move. I closed my eyes as her big toe pried gently between my lips. She grew quiet and I risked a peek at her face. Her expression was one of intense fascination as she realized I was enjoying having her toe against my tongue. She pushed a little harder and I opened my mouth, not even trying to disguise the pleasure I was feeling. I opened my eyes wide and looked up the length of her tanned leg and into her eyes. Her lips parted and it seemed to me she was reading my thoughts, and in that moment I wondered if she knew how deep my fantasies were about her. I wondered if she knew how many times I had smelled her panties. How many times I had shot my load into them before I put them into the laundry. The laundry that she and her sisters did twice a week as part of their shared chores.

My lips closed over the tip of her big toe and I pressed my tongue against it. She smiled wryly and suddenly removed her foot. She hopped up off the couch and said, "You're gross."

That night, I lay in my bed jerking off. I had claimed a hand towel for my own to wipe the jizz off my belly and chest when I jerked off. But this time I got no satisfaction from merely fantasizing about Tessie. I remembered how I had crept down the stairs at my grandmother's house and sneaked into her room to stand over her sleeping form, and how good it had felt to jerk off.

So once more I slipped from my room and padded down the hall naked. I pushed Tessie's door open and went in, closing it behind me. It was dark in her room and my eyes had to adjust. I could smell her. She lay with her back to me and the blankets just off her enough where I could see her bare back and the panties stretched across her wonderful ass.

I started stroking myself and immediately my orgasm exploded from my loins. I didn't even have time to prepare myself. My cum shot onto Tessie's sheet and pillow next to her hair. It slid in gobs down my hand and dick and dripped to the hardwood floor. I returned, breathless, to bed and gasped at my own audacity. And I knew I would do it time and time again.

Before I had another chance, Celeste stole the show.

One afternoon a few days later, she knocked on my bedroom door and came in.

"Wanna see something fucked up?" she asked.

No one else was home and she led me eagerly up the stairs into the parents' bedroom. She boldly opened a dresser drawer and tool out a box.

"Check this out," she said, and she sat on the floor and opened the box.

Inside were two neat stacks of Polaroid pictures. She took out one stack and spread them for me to see.

They were pictures of my mother. Naked. Not just naked. These were obviously pornographic. My mother showed herself off to the camera in the most suggestive poses, her hairy c**t and bare ass on display. And in others, she was giving my father head. There were also pictures of my father, but I had no interest in them.

"Fucked up, huh?" Celeste said with a smug smile.

"What are those?" I asked, pointing to the other stack.

"Those are my mom," she said. "You don't get to see those."

Celeste put the pictures neatly back into the box and returned it to the drawer. We went back downstairs and the images I had seen of my mother sent my mind racing.

At the very first opportunity, a few days later, I went upstairs and, hands trembling, took the box from the drawer. I took out both stacks of pictures and slowly went through them. I had seen my mother naked more than a few times as her robe had fallen open while she bathed me. I had enjoyed the sight and unknown to Celeste when she had shown me, the pictures had turned me on. I went through them again, and then I turned to the pictures of my stepmother. She, too, had a nice big ass, but her tits were not nearly as big as my mother's.

I jerked off, and as I did, I realized the deepest sexual desires I had felt were all for members of my family.

And I had two more years of school left. You can do a lot in two years.