Chapter 1

On my 18th birthday, a couple of things happened. One, my Dad died in a stupid car accident. Two, our Internet connection got upgraded. Strangely, the second thing had a more profound effect on my life.

You see, my Dad had always been the tech-head of the family, and he locked down our router’s parental filters tight. He would have done it again after the technician installed the higher speed connection, but, y’know, accident. So, after the funeral, I basically locked myself in my room and hit the ‘net, quickly finding out that there were no longer any restrictions on where I could go. I have to admit, I lost myself in the most sexual parts of the world wide web. I expect a lot of you probably encountered porn at a young age, but other than the occasional site that slipped through my Dad’s filter and was quickly blocked, I was a total newbie to most of it.

So much ... there is SO MUCH PORN out there, and in my bereaved state, I filled my emotional void up with porn. Up until that day, I had whacked off thinking about hot girls or teachers at school, or the cute waitress at the local restaurant, or some of the women I worked with at the department store. Sometimes, when I was particularly horny, I’d conjure up images of my stepmother or stepsisters pleasuring me.

Let me tell you about my stepfamily: my Mom died of cancer 8 years ago, when I was 10. My Dad had carried on as a single father for 5 years before he met Rayanne through his work, and a year later we all moved in together. A year after that, when I was 17, they were officially married. My stepfamily are nice enough people, but I’ve only known them for about 3 years, and we’d only been living together for the last year or two, so the whole incest = taboo thing wasn’t strong in my mind, though like I said, they were generally only secondary characters in my fantasies.

Anyway, porn. Over the next two weeks I must have ejaculated dozens of times, to all sorts of genres and subjects. My room must have smelled like half a whorehouse. On the final night of my non-stop expedition into Internet perversion, I was dozing in front of my laptop, my headset on, and a strange video started. I woke because someone was emphatically addressing the viewer directly instead of the usual grunts, moans, or bad acting. I have no idea how I even got to that video ... you know how on some sites like PornHot when you finish one, it’ll show another, similar one? I just let that go and go, so I have no idea how far down that rabbit hole it went while I whacked off and snoozed, over and over.

I don’t actually remember much of the video. Hell, I don’t even know if it was real or a dream, my mind was so messed up from those two weeks, but the guy, who was handsome and built like a porn star, told me about what he called the Power of Porn. It’s really hard to remember specifics, but it felt like he was speaking directly to me, calling me by my name...

“Wade?”

I startled awake. My stepmother Rayanne had poked her head into my room, her nose crinkling. “Jeez, open a window! Wade, I need you to shower and get dressed for Ella’s birthday party, please.”

I sighed. Even though two weeks had passed, was I ready to attend a party? Ella, my younger stepsister, wasn’t very social, so it would probably just be the five -- shit! -- four of us, but still...

“Please? She only turns 18 once, right?”

I nodded, and my stepmother pulled her head back to close the door behind her.

I looked down and was glad that my dick had shrunk back into my boxers, or Rayanne would probably have freaked. I sighed again, closed up my laptop, and headed to the shower with a change of clothes.

When I came back out of the bathroom I felt a bit better. A nice cleanse, fresh clothes, a shave and some mouthwash really did help. I headed into the kitchen/dining area, and sure enough, it was just us four.

Rayanne is an absolute MILF, about 5’8”, with brown hair, her body curvy and soft-looking, I figured from her two pregnancies. Her daughters were the same height, but other than that, quite different from each other: Ella, the birthday girl, was blonde, slim, and bespectacled, and Tanya, who was going to turn 20 in a couple months, was voluptuous and brunette, probably looking much like her mother had when she was her age, other than the darker hair.

We sang Happy Birthday and watched Ella blow the candles out. What comedian made a joke about everyone wanting a piece of cake after the birthday boy or girl spits all over it? Anyway, it was true, even if it did have pink frosting.

Ella pushed her glasses up her nose and opened the gifts from her mother and sister. Everyone seemed happy except for me.

Tanya spoke up, “Okay, happy birthday, sis. I gotta date ... seeya!” Then she headed out.

I went over to my remaining stepsister. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you a present, Ella.”

She gave me a sad smile. “It’s okay, Wade ... I understand.”

Bow-chicka-wow-wow!

I paused. Where’d that music come from? It seemed to emanate from all around us, but Ella and her mother hadn’t reacted to it.

“Nonsense, Wade,” Rayanne came forward to put her hand on both our backs. “You can help me with Ella’s extra present.”

Ella’s eyes lit up. “Extra present?”

“To Ella’s room, please!” Rayanne gently guided us across the house.

In my little stepsister’s bedroom, Rayanne had her daughter sit on the bed. “Ella, I’m very concerned that you’re 18 now and haven’t even had a boyfriend.”

“Mooom...”

“Shush! By your age, I was going out to parties and having fun, not just studying and reading all the time. Tanya has had a boyfriend since before she was your age.”

I was confused. Rayanne hadn’t brought up this concern before. “So why am I here?” I asked.

Rayanne turned to me with a glint in her eye that I’d never seen before. “You just turned 18 as well, Wade, so you’re going to give your virginities to each other.”

“WHAT?!” That had been Ella and me together.

Rayanne turned back to her daughter, a strange, intense look on her face. “You need to feel what it’s like being with a man, because right now I can’t see you ever moving out of this house as it is.” Rayanne waited for a few seconds.

“But Mooom...”

“That’s it ... I’m putting my foot down!” Rayanne said as she crossed her arms. “I’m your mother, and I’m telling you to get undressed right now, or start packing. I won’t accept any talkback in my house.”

Ella and I just stared at her. What the hell was going on?

“Don’t make me start counting...” Rayanne growled.

Ella looked terrified. “This ... is a joke, right?”

“10... 9... 8...”

“Mom?”

“... 7... 6... 5...”

I started to pull my shirt off.

“... 4... 3...”

With a squeak, Ella stood up and pulled off her own shirt as well, revealing B-cup breasts restrained by a serviceable white bra. I pulled down my jeans.

Rayanne had slowed her counting, but hadn’t stopped. “ ... twooo...”

Ella rolled down her jeggings and pulled them off. We were both now in just our underwear and socks.

“ ... oooone...”

We practically tore our undies off, and then Rayanne moved forward, deftly unfastened her younger daughter’s bra, and yanked it off. We teenagers were completely naked now, other than our socks.

Rayanne considered. “Socks too.” In a moment, they were gone.

I looked at Ella’s slim body. Sure, I had seen its contours through her clothes, but now she was completely naked! Her B-cup breasts had small pink nipples surrounded by pale areolas, and her pussy was trimmed but not shaved, a small ‘landing strip’ of blonde hair leading down to her treasure box. I realized that she looked a bit like porn starlet Alex Grey, though more bookish.