Getting To Know My Sister

I grew up with two younger brothers, but a few years after my parents divorced, I went to live with my father and his new family. I was a junior in high school and now I had three stepsisters.

Celeste was a few months older than me and in my class. I've mentioned my other sisters in previous confessions but this time I want to talk about Celeste.

Celeste was hot. Sure, she wasn't going to be a super model, but she had long, dark hair and a perfect hour-glass figure. She had C-cups and an ass that made most guys stop and stare.

Celeste was very sexual. I soon learned she had quite the reputation in high school as one of the girls "who did" and she wasn't the least bit ashamed of it. She and I spent time in her room, burning incense, smoking dope if the parents were out, and talking in detail about her sexual conquests. I know she enjoyed watching me squirm.

As the school year finished, she and I spent less time together as we hung out with our own separate groups of friends. But we still got together to trade stories whenever we found ourselves at home.

One evening, just a couple of weeks before the senior year was about to start, Celeste invited me to join her on the back patio after everyone else had gone to bed. She stretched out on one of the lawn chairs, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tube top. I sat on the patio next to her and we enjoyed the last of the warm nights and starry skies. It was quiet and peaceful and I enjoyed the sound of her soft voice as she told me about her latest boyfriend. She giggled and flirted, asking if all boys were turned on the way he had been when she squeezed the head of his dick.

"Fuck yeah, I would love it," I said, and I was glad the darkness hid my reddening face.

She giggled again and pushed me gently with one bare foot on the shoulder.

"You'd love anything. You're such a perv," she scolded, laughing again.

I was seventeen and the lust that simmered most of the time started to come to a rolling boil.

"Let's do it," I said, my voice trembling. "Please? We could do it all the time."

"No!" she hissed, and I was surprised she seemed so shocked at the suggestion.

I was frustrated and confused, but the awkwardness was smoothed over by a simple shift in subjects as Celeste moved on to some girlfriend she didn't really like.

I listened without hearing, my temples (and dick) throbbing with lust. Gradually we grew quiet.

I had grown uncomfortable sitting on the cement and shifted my weight, and as I got to my knees I looked at Celeste laying with one arm raised over her head and her bare legs pale in the moonlight. I heard her softly snoring. My dick started hardening again as I lowered my face to her toes and kissed them softly. I moved my lips up her legs, barely touching them, and undid her shorts. I slowly lowered the zipper and pulled them open, seeing her panties. I moved her tube top up and exposed her beautiful breasts. I knew then I could take my cock out and jerk off, and I started to do just that. But as I gripped my hard dick in my hand, I knew I wanted more. Much more.

I slid my hand down the front of her shorts watching her face, waiting for her eyes to open. I knew she would embrace it. I knew she wanted it. I knew she would slowly and quietly fuck me the way she had fucked her boyfriend that morning.

Her eyes remained closed and she moved her head, scowling slightly, and her hand went to mine to push it away.

I took her hand and pressed it against her pussy and to my utter surprise, Celeste moaned softly and moved her hand further inside her panties. I pulled gently at her shorts and she raised her hips and let me pull them down along with her panties. Her pussy was covered in downy soft dark pubic hair and I immediately lowered my face to breathe in her wonderful scent. It was scintillating. Wondrous. It was as if a rainbow of spice and fruit raced into my nostrils and bathed my brain in her beauty. To this day, I have never experienced a woman's pussy that smelled so good. I brushed her fingers aside and kissed it.

And suddenly the picture shattered. Before I knew what had happened I felt an intense, stinging slap across my face. Then another. Hard. Hard enough to turn my face away.

"You fucking pervert!" Celeste said, and her voice was not loud, but she made no attempt to keep it low. "I just want you to know I didn't enjoy it!"

She pulled her shorts up and leapt from the lawn chair, straightening out her top and doing up her shorts.

Just like that, she was gone, and the patio door slid noisily closed as she went inside.

I was shocked. I thought she had been awake and enjoying it. A part of me realized maybe she wasn't awake, but she would awaken and go along with it. The burning cheek where she had slapped me kept my lust alive and without grasping the full significance of what had happened, I jerked off. It only took a minute or two and I was blasting cum, shooting it onto the lawn chair where she had so recently lain. My orgasm was intense, certainly better than any I had experienced while jerking off over my youngest sister while she slept in her bed, and I had done that more than a few times.

Celeste told everyone. She told her mother. She told my father. She told all her friends. She told my friends. School was a nightmare of accusatory stares and dark whispering behind cupped hands. It was leers and jeers and unpleasant nicknames. It was deserved.

And that was Celeste.