D Abby

Loving step-parents

CHAPTER ONE

This all happened when to me when I was thirteen years old. I was a rather shy kid who had trouble making friends. One of the problems was that David Hemmer, that's me, did so well in school that the other kids were put off. They were a little afraid of my brain, I guess, and I didn't know how to communicate well enough to get them over it. As a result, I became sort of a recluse, I would hurry home from school each day and do things on my PC to keep busy.

My mother died when I was five and I just barely remembered her. My father was fairly indulgent and when it came to some things would make sure that I had only the very best. I had a good PC with a lot of software and extra hardware. I even had a modem so I could pick things up from bulletin boards and from other PC users too.

The people that I talked to through the modem didn't know my age, and I kept it a secret. That way they didn't treat me like a kid and talk down to me.

One day someone suggested that I down-load some graphics that he had. He told me they were real good graphics and that I would like them. I was shocked to find they were pictures of men and women doing things to each other. I'd never seen anything like that before, and even with no one around they made me blush.

I understood what I was seeing, even if I didn't know what some of the poses meant. I had an erection before I knew what was happening. I had been getting these erections rather frequently lately, and I knew that I could relieve the sexual tension by masturbating.

When my glands started working and my penis started to grow, Dad bought me books on sex and growing up. They said masturbation was natural, not bad or naughty. I had been masturbating since the previous September and my penis had grown from two inches to four and a half inches when it was hard.

I did get to talk with some of the kids at school so I knew that masturbation was called jerking off. When I saw these pictures, I couldn't help myself, I jerked off. It felt good and since I was sure it caused no damage I had no intention of stopping.

A lot of people I communicated with on the PC had pictures like that, and I became an avid collector of them and copied them into a hidden directory.

I spent a good deal of my time calling up those pictures and jerking off while I looked at them. It was one way of combating loneliness. It was fun too. I sometimes worried that I was jerking off too much, but it felt too good for me to stop doing it so often.

The only close friend I had was Ted. He was about a year older than me and was one grade ahead of me at school. He had the same sort of problems in his class as I did in mine. The kids were afraid of him because he knew more than they did.

He was a PC nut too but his PC wasn't nearly as good as mine. I owned a lot more games than he did and his PC had no modem so he usually came to my house and we used my PC when we worked together. One day when we were cleaning up the hard disk on my PC he saw that I had some hidden files. He wanted to know what they were. It embarrassed me and I tried to get out of it but he insisted so I had to show him the graphics.

Ted was impressed. I got a hard on while we were looking at them and I blushed. The front of Ted's pants were pushed out too. I wondered what his prick looked like when it was hard. It appeared his prick was bigger than mine, it pushed his pants farther out than mine did. I noticed that Ted was looking the crotch of my pants too and I blushed again.

Ted and I had never discussed sex except to comment on what we would like to do to some girl we saw. Neither of us was serious about it and both of us knew we were fantasizing. I didn't know how to handle this situation. Ted went through several more of the graphics. Each time he brought a new one up he would look at me, look back at the graphic, then rub his prick through his pants.

Ted unzipped his pants then pulled down his pants and underpants and started running his hand up and down his prick. I blushed again. I'd never watched anyone jerk off before. He looked at me and I knew that he could see that I my prick was hard. I tried to look away but I was fascinated by what he was doing. His prick was just a little longer than mine but thinner. He did have a lot more hair than I did.

"Don't you jerk off when you look at these? Gee, my balls would ache if I didn't."

Ted would know I was lying if I said I didn't so I blushed again. I'd listened to the boys talk at school but never joined in the conversation. A lot of what they said was stupid and I was sure that most of what they claimed they did wasn't true. This was the first time I'd ever talked to anybody except my father about sex.

I managed to answer Ted. "Yeh, I guess I do."

"Well, how can you look at those graphics and not jerk off now?"

"I never did that when anyone was watching."

"I never did it when anyone was watching either, but I'm not going to sit here and let my balls ache. Why don't you jerk off at the same time I'm doing it."

He was right about one thing, my balls were beginning to ache. Watching him jerk off was as exciting me as much as graphics were. It really got me horny watching him play with his prick.

Finally I couldn't take it any longer. What Ted said made sense. I pulled the zipper on my pants down, pulled out my prick, spit on my hand, and pumped it up and down my prick. Ted watched for a moment then turned back to the graphics. I kept watching him. I had seen the graphics before and watching him jerk off was more exciting. The graphic he was looking at showed a woman kneeling in front of a man and she had his prick in her mouth. Ted whistled and looked at me.

"Gee, I wonder what that would feel like. I'd like to have someone do that to me."

"I don't think nice people do things like that, but it doesn't matter, I'd like to have someone do it to me too."

Both of us pumped as fast as we could. Ted was pumping his prick through his fist and seemed ready to come. I was ready. Spurt, spurt, spurt; Ted's cum arched through the air; dribble, dribble, dribble; some more cum leaked out over his fingers. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; my own cum jetted out then oozed over my hand. I found jerking off while you watched someone else jerk off felt better than jerking off by yourself.

After that Ted would come to my house once a week and we jerked off looking at the graphics together. I wondered what it would feel like if he jerk me off. I also speculated on how Ted's prick would feel. We talked about jerking each other off but decided that we weren't gay so we shouldn't do that kind of thing.

My father, Morris, was dating a divorcee and he brought her home to introduced her to me. Dad had dated since I could remember but this was the first time he brought a woman home to meet me.

The next day he told me that he and Janet were talking about getting married. I didn't particularly like the idea, it would be a major dislocation in my life. I thought Janet was a nice lady and I liked her but I didn't want any competition for my father's attention. We were very close and I liked things as they were.

Janet Levitt was a nice looking woman in her middle thirties, the same age as my father. I could see why Dad was interested in her. I was interested myself, when I thought about her it would give me a hard on and I would try to imagine what she and Dad did together. I jerked off thinking about it but I knew that was as far as it would go, I would never have a chance to do anything with her.

She had a daughter, Clair, who was three months older than me. After Dad and Janet got serious I met her; once when we went to the beach, and once when they came to visit. She was pretty, with long blond hair that she wore in a braid. Her bright blue eyes sparkled. Her breasts were developing and her hips filling out. She was the prettiest girl that I had ever seen. She started to take her mother's place when I jerked off.

Being pretty wasn't the only thing about her that I liked. I could talk to her and she understood what I was trying to say and didn't giggle. She had her own PC and she was interested in mine. I let her try mine out and she knew her way around pretty well. If I had to have a sister, I was glad it would be her.

She presented a problem however. I knew if she explored, she would find those hidden files. I didn't want to delete them because they were fun to look at when I jerked off. That was another problem. I would have to be much more careful about jerking off. What if she caught me doing it. I blushed just thinking about that.

It wasn't long before I was thinking of Clair most of the time when I jerked off. I didn't have to look at the graphics. I would imagine her without any clothes on and she would do things to me that the women in the graphics were doing to the men. I started to have wet dreams about her and would wake up at least once a week with my bed all wet with cum. They were the best dreams I'd ever had. I wanted Clair to live in the same house with me but knew it would be difficult for me if she did.

Late in July my father told me that he and Janet were going to marry and they had set the date of the wedding for the middle of August. This caused a lot of replanning. I usually spent the month of August with my grandmother on the west coast. Since it was the middle of July I couldn't move the vacation up very much. If I were to be home for the wedding, and I wanted to be, that visit would have to be cut down to one week. I knew that my grandmother would be disappointed but there wasn't very much we could do about it. Dad explained things to her on the phone and arrangements were made.

I usually flew to the coast but Janet had to go to the west coast on business just about the same time I was to visit my grandmother out there. There were many discussions and arrangements were made for me to travel with Janet instead of flying.

She had several short stops she had to make to visit some clients so she was going to drive. She and Dad thought it would give the two of us some time to get better acquainted. Since Janet wouldn't be home Clair would stay with Dad while we were away so that they could get better acquainted.

Both my father and Janet thought that Clair and I should get to know each other better too so every day for the week before the trip, Janet brought Clair to the house on her way to work. I did like Clair a lot but I found her presence very disturbing. I was never in her presence very long before I got a hard on. I realized that I was falling in love with her and that was silly. Thirteen year old girls were interested in fourteen and fifteen year old boys. They weren't interested in kids as young as me.

Common sense didn't help any, I had a hard on almost all the time and I didn't have a chance to look at the graphics and jerk off. I had to go to the bathroom two or three times a day to get rid of that hard on. I also jerked off at least once each night thinking about her. No amount of telling myself I was doing it too much helped at all.

This is the story of what happened. Some of the things happened to me when Clair wasn't around and some of happened to Clair when I wasn't around. The very best parts of it happened when both of us were together.

When Clair found out I was writing it all down, she insisted that she tell her side of the story. Since we sometimes had different impressions from the same events, this story became a joint venture.

(You bet I insisted. All that week I visited I would see David's hard prick push out his pants and I knew he was thinking of me. The idea that he found me attractive got my cunt wet and I wondered what his prick looked like. It didn't take much imagination to figure out why he was going to the bathroom so many times during the day. Each time he went to the bathroom I did use my imagination to picture him jerking off and I finger fucked myself to at least one climax.)

When we showed the story to Mom and Dad, they insisted that they had the right to put in their own editorial comments.

CHAPTER TWO

I knew Dad liked Janet an awful lot. I thought she was nice too and I liked her too even though I resented her marrying Dad. She was a slightly older version of her daughter. Where Clair showed promise of development, Janet was fully developed. That first day in the car I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I just wasn't accustomed to being that close to a female for that length of time and it had quite an effect on me.

The odor of her perfume had my prick hard as soon as I got into the car. The movement of her breasts as she steered the car did nothing to make it any softer. I kept a book in my lap so Janet wouldn't notice the crotch of my pants being pushed way out. Each time we stopped for gas I went to the men's room to jerk off.

I closed my eyes, and pretend that Janet steered the car without any clothes on. I spit on my hand, visualized Janet's tits jiggling as she steered the car, slid my hand up and down my prick a dozen or so times, and shot a load of cum into the toilet hopper.

When I came out of the men's room I looked at Janet and wondered if she knew what I'd been doing. The thought that she might made me blush. I know she must have noticed that.

(I sure did. I knew that David didn't have much experience with the female sex and that being close to me was bothering him. I thought it was cute the way he tried to hide his hard on. I wasn't going to embarrass him more by letting him know that I knew his prick was hard and it was embarrassing him. I certainly wasn't going to let him know that it was bothering me too.)

We got to the first stop at eight that night and there were complications. There was a convention in town. Three motels had no vacancies signs out. There was a vacancy at the fourth one. They only had one room available and it was for single occupancy.

By this time we were getting desperate and Janet took me aside and asked if I would mind if they put a cot in the single for me. She asked if I minded sleeping in the same room. The thought of sleeping in the same room with a woman embarrassed me and I blushed. This seemed to amuse Janet, but she pretended that she didn't notice.

(I knew David was embarrassed, but by this time his very innocence was getting to me. I wondered what his hard little prick looked like. I began to get horny.)

Janet took the room and had a cot put in. We had dinner while the room was being prepared for us. I don't know how I got through that dinner thinking of sleeping in the same room with Janet. By the time we were through dinner it was almost ten o'clock, and Janet had an early appointment the next morning. We went to the room to prepare for bed.

I didn't know how to handle this situation. Janet went into the bathroom and changed to her night clothes and that made things easier. Wow! When she came out I could see through her nightgown. I could see the nipples on her tits, and the hair making a darker blotch in her crotch. I tried to hide my blush and my boner. I hurried into the bathroom myself.

(I thought David's blushes were the cutest thing. The problem was that they telegraphed what he was thinking and got me thinking the same way.)

At home I usually only jerked off two or three times a day. But at home I only had my graphics to look at. Here I had Janet and she was really turning me on. I got undressed, sat down on the toilet and jerked off.

It didn't take long. As soon as I spit on my hand and started to pump my prick I was ready to shoot my cum. After only a dozen strokes I aimed my prick down into the toilet; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; I shot off a load of cum. I took several deep breaths, hoped Janet didn't know what I'd done, washed my crotch and my hands, put on my pajamas, went back out, and got into bed.

Janet had been sitting at a dressing table and putting some creams on her face. Then she started brushing her hair. The way her nipples pushed out against her nightgown when she moved her arms fascinated me. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

(I followed David's eyes in the mirror as I was brushing my hair and realized what it was doing to him. I couldn't help playing up to him and giving him a really good show.)

When she was finished she came over and kissed me good night. That's the first time she had ever kissed me and that was the final straw. It totally undid the effects of jerking off. My prick got hard again and it started to throb. She must have noticed it. My prick was pushing the front of my pajamas out the whole four and a half inches. I blushed again, and again she pretended nothing had happened.

(David was right I did see his prick standing at attention and throbbing. It got me as horny as he was.)

I got into bed and waited until I thought Janet was asleep and jerked off again. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; my load of cum jetted onto the sheets. It made sleeping uncomfortable, but I'd slept in a cum wet bed before. At least we would be away before anyone discovered that I had come in the bed.

Janet's wake up call came from the switchboard and I lay in bed and watched her as she got up and went to the bathroom to change. Being in a woman's bedroom is hard on a boy my age. At least I got a hard on every time I looked at her.

I watched Janet go through the mysterious motions of 'putting on her face'. The way she moved her arms and her body fascinated me. It was real sexy too and it gave me another hard on. She grinned at me, tousled my hair, and kissed me again before she went to her meeting.

As soon as she was gone I got out of my sticky pajamas and got into the shower. I soaped my hand and moved it toward my prick when I felt the spray of water hitting my prick head. I looked at the shower head and found it was one of these trick showers, the kind where you can unhook the head and change the intensity of the spray.

I unhooked the shower head from its mooring, set it on 'massage', and aimed it at the head of my hard prick. It was a blast. The spray felt real good on my prick and the sensation gradually built up. This was different than jerking off with your hand. You could pretend that someone else was touching your prick. I slowly moved the spray around the head of my prick then up and down the sensitive under side.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I pictured Janet's naked body and moved the spray up and down the underside of my prick. I felt my come slowly building up. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; my cum blasted out of my prick and I hadn't even touched it. I felt a little better. I had to get Dad to buy a shower head like that for home.

Janet got back from her meeting we were ready to go. We were on our way before ten o'clock. Janet sneaked looks at me every now and then during that day and I thought that I saw her blush when I caught her looking. Why was she blushing? Why should she be embarrassed? What was she thinking about that made her blush? I couldn't understand it.

(I sure was sneaking looks, and I guess I did blush when he caught me looking at his perpetually hard prick. I was embarrassed by what I was thinking of doing with him. I wanted to get him into bed but didn't know how to go about it with a thirteen year old.)

That day she did a good job of finding out what my interests were. I discovered she knew about PCs I talked a blue streak. A few times I got so interested in what we were talking about that I lost my hard on.

She was really nice. She talked to me as if I were another adult. There weren't that many grown ups that I could talk to that way. I was beginning to be glad that Dad was going to marry her.

I was glad to travel across the country with Janet instead of flying, but I couldn't keep my thoughts away from having sex with her. No matter how interested I got in our discussion her presence would reassert itself and my prick would get hard again.

Well, I could always jack off. I hadn't given my prick a rest since we started out on the trip. It wouldn't hurt me to jerk off six or seven times a day. The sex book said that you would stop getting hard before you could do yourself any physical damage.

As far as jerking off six or seven times a day, I beat that record easily that day. Janet stopped for a break about every two hours. Each time we stopped, it was jerk off time for me. I dropped a load of cum into a toilet every time we stopped.

(Watching David blush each time I stopped the car told me exactly what his intentions were when he went to the men's room. At that point he had me doing the female counterpart in the ladies room each time we stopped.)

When it was time to stop for the night I noticed Janet sneaking looks at me again. I wondered what was up, aside from my prick that is, it seemed to stay hard no matter how many times I jerked off.

Sitting in the same car with Janet all that time was giving me a perpetual hard on and my balls were beginning to ache. I found out what was on her mind when we pulled into the motel.

"You know, we could save some money if we stayed in the same room again. Do you mind, David? If you do, we can get separate rooms."

I was going to say separate rooms, but decided that I liked being in the same room with her all night. I knew it kept me horny, but I could live with that. It wouldn't be anything new to me. I'd been horny ever since I'd had that wild dream last September and shot off in my sleep.

We made the same arrangements that we had made the night before. A single room with a cot. It was late again by the time we finished eating so we went right to the room.

(I hadn't figured out how to seduce David yet, but I knew I'd have a better chance if we were in the same room.)

I saw through her nightgown and my prick got hard. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, closed my eyes, and remembered how it had felt when Janet had run her hand through my hair that morning. I pictured Janet running her hand up and down my prick. The image changed and my prick was going in and out of her cunt. I fucked my fist until; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; I shot another load of cum into the toilet.

(When David went to the bathroom I could picture him jerking off. With all the men's rooms he'd gone into that day I began to respect his recuperative powers.)

I put on my pajamas, went back out, and got into bed. We talked for a while after I got in the cot then she kissed me again before she put out the lights to go to sleep. Her kiss had the same affect that it had the night before. I got another hard on.

I waited till I thought she was asleep again, and I turned on my side, with my back to Janet. I knew that I had to jerk off or my hard prick wouldn't let me get to sleep. It was just getting to feel good and my hips were pumping my prick into my hand.

(When I heard David jerking off I decided to get things out in the open. Maybe this was the opportunity that I had been waiting for.)

"What are you doing, David?"