My parents got divorced when I was eleven and my mother immediately remarried. She dragged my little sister and I from our sleepy Florida town to a city up north, into the new family's big old house in the burbs. We were thrown into an entirely new situation that included a new stepfather, a cat, three dogs,... and my new stepsister Linda.

She was just six weeks older than me, and we became instant friends.

She introduced me to the kids in the hood, among other things. I don't know whether it was from my having been to a Catholic elementary school or what, but she couldn't believe how naive I was. I knew how the "S" word was spelled, but had never heard it spoken aloud - until she said it, no doubt causing me to gasp in shock. When she said the "F" word, I didn't bat an eye because I had never even heard of it. Then she explained what it meant, and at first I couldn't believe her. My mom? And your Dad? Do that? No way! After mulling it over for a while, I found that it might be an explanation for some things I had already observed. When I questioned my mother, I could tell by her evasive choice of words and her attitude that it was the truth.

Linda had also enlightened me about a few other choice words and expressions, such as BONER and BLOWJOB. Whether from the erotic suggestion or from my natural progession into adolescence, soon I began to get my own boners. I think that I had played "doctor" with anyone that would join me, as far back as I can remember. With this new combination of Linda, her budding young body, her knowlege, her lack of inhibitions, and my newfound boners - this was becoming really interesting.

When I would start to sport in the evenings, I would run excitedly from my room into hers. Closing the door, I would show it to her, proudly, sticking right up out of my pj's. She would grab it and stroke it gently, which felt great. One time she even popped it into her mouth, which was really fabulous. I would love to entertain you with a nice detailed blowjob story (my whole life would probably be different!); but the truth is that I was a hairless young boy who had never had an orgasm yet, and it was only for half a minute, anyway.

Time marched on and hair grew. My friend Carl showed me how to jerk off by rubbing the head of my dick with a soft blanket, and I have been pretty well hooked ever since (though I don't use a blanket anymore, and it's more like once per week now instead of five times per day!) I began to want - and need - some serious sex. Unfortunately, Linda was maturing faster and was beginning to distance herself from me, either in favor of actual dates with boyfriends or because she had real titties now. In any case, she was becoming more inhibited.

I will never know how far she went with these dates, because she wouldn't share this type of information anymore. But one thing I did know: she still had an itch that needed scratching. I knew because of a weird little game that we developed.

I never cared much about backrubs, but Linda (and most women, I have found) love them. Since our parents were always out on Saturday nights, we would be home alone in her room watching the double feature monster movies. The only light would be from the little black and white TV set, and we would be lazing around in our pj's. Linda would ask, "Give me a backrub, would you?"

I can still picture it now. She is sitting to my right on the edge of the daybed, and she moves her legs up behind me and lies down on her stomach with her face towards the TV. Her firm little butt is just touching mine. I reach up under her pajama top and begin to scratch her back gently with my fingernails, making little circles around her shoulders. I keep moving these circles around to include her shoulder- blades and the center of her back. Then I change to using my fingers and the flat of my hand to press firmly against her. This causes the pajama top to ride up at least halfway. I continue rubbing her all over her back. Her eyes are closed now.

I gently ask, "Linda?" and get no response. Is she asleep? I am not sure; let's find out. I know that she would never let me feel her up if she were awake. I slowly move my left hand down under her armpit, massaging all the way. As I continue further down her ribcage, soon I am at the place where the breast swells out. Her boobs are small, like grapefruit halves, but there is no mistaking the smooth curve, accented even more because she is lying on them. The bad news is that I can't reach the nipple, but I get so excited tickling the soft side skin that I start to get a raging boner.

Technically, this isn't a "back" rub anymore, and I'm prepared to retreat fast if she wakes up and says anything. But she doesn't - not yet, anyway. I gently reach my right hand over to her left shoulder and pull her up slightly. My left hand snakes gently under towards the nipple. My heart stops as she mumbles! She twists onto her right side, bending her knees slightly behind me. Her pajama top is still halfway up her chest. She still appears to be sleeping soundly. Now I can stroke my hand slowly up her side under the pajama top, stopping at the curve of her breast. I keep smoothly rubbing her, not yet working up to the coveted nipple. This is partly due to a lack of courage (I really don't want to get caught and piss her off) and partly due to the bothersome question: is this a form of rape?

Of my various fantasies, my violent raping of a woman is not one I particularly enjoy. Although I'm still a virgin, in my heart I'm a lover, not a fighter. Although I have to admit that certain movie rape scenes have caused a twinge in my dick, still it ranks way on down near the bottom of the list, right near the one where I pop some other guy's dick in my mouth. These thoughts have crashed some of my fantasy parties, but they were never invited.

I like to think that I don't have a violent or malicious bone in my body. If anything, I love Linda and will admit it if pressed. However, one specific bone in my body is winning the internal struggle. Yes, even at my tender age of fourteen I am already learning the life lesson of thinking with my little head.

Slowly but surely I inch my fingertips up over the curve of her left breast. At last I find the little bump, sticking up firmly. It feels nothing like mine, which are just little flaps of limp skin. Her nipple is more like part of an ear - hard but pliable. I rub it between my thumb and fingers, and it gets even harder and bigger. Linda gives a little moan. Quickly I jerk my hand back and put it in my lap on top of my throbbing dick. As I watch her, Linda still seems to be sleeping. I notice that she must be clenching her thighs together, because she is flexing her left thigh and her butt muscles. She then shifts a little bit so that her left leg bends some more, gently kneeing me in the back, and her right leg straightens out some. This is great news, because my desire to feel her tits was nothing compared to my desire to investigate her pussy.

She is wearing these little shorty loose-fitting bottoms, with elastic on the legs. I shift around sideways to get better access with my hand, but there isn't room on the daybed anymore so I just sit on the floor. Actually, I kneel up and over her thighs and gently pull the elastic band up from her exposed left leg. I slowly snake my right hand up under the fabric. Her bare skin feels really hot and smooth. I am so excited now that I feel I could squirt in the air without even a single touch to my dick. My hand continues up to the curve of her butt. I find I have to move my elbow down by her knee to contort my arm to continue up under the elastic barrier. I slowly move up over the curve until my hand is cupping her left cheek. Then I slowly spin it down, sideways, into her crack. The fabric is partially in my way now, but with the progress that my fingertips made I can feel extreme heat and the fuzzy edges of her pubic hair.

I drop the legband from my left hand so that it rests up on my right forearm. I move it over her butt and tug the crotch down and away from her pussy area. She actually wiggles a little bit to help make it happen! My right hand is now touching the back end of her labia, through the fuzz. I have never been this far with a girl before, although I guess it doesn't really count since we're not making out or anything. I start to trail my right fingertips down over her pussy lips, watching her face carefully in case she wakes up. Her mouth is slightly open and she is breathing audibly, but not like a sound sleep type of slow rhythm. Her butt is starting to quiver a little as though she is cold. I wonder if I should cover her up with a blanket.

Instead I keep working my fingertips around over her labia all the way to the front of her pussy, where it gets seriously hairy. I move back up and over the mysterious folds toward her butt again, and this time I detect a spot that feels a little bit slippery. I start rubbing my finger back and forth where it slides so easily, and freeze as Linda makes a little moaning noise. She is quivering a lot more now and sort of working her left leg back and forth slightly as though she were running in place. Her eyes are firmly shut. I continue rubbing, but my eyes are glued to hers, just in case.

As I slip up and down the slick spot on her pussy lips, the slippery area starts to grow. My fingertips travel farther as the available distance increases. Linda continues to quiver. I then notice that my finger is actually slipping down between some of the folds. I am still rubbing back and forth, but within the folds now. I press inwards to try to get inside, but - no dice. I move back up to the top of the folds and discover another inner space, even wetter. This time my fingers slide in easily - it's even wetter in here. My middle and ring fingers are in up to the nails. Linda makes a little whimper and her quivering is a little more jerky and sporadic, not like a shiver from the cold. I withdraw my ring finger and insert my middle finger up to the first knuckle, but my arm is getting to be really contorted now and her top leg is kind of in the way. I put my left hand down behind her top knee and gently tug it up so that her legs are more spread apart, watching her face the whole time.