Stories written by Schulzie

StepSis with the Devilish Hands
Written by Schulzie

The first hand-job I ever got from someone other than myself was from my stepsister who was about 5 or 6 years older than me. It only happened once, but it's a memory that has lasted a life time. At the time this took place, she was 18; I had just turned 13.

My mom and stepfather got married when I was twelve. At the time, my Mom and I lived in a one bedroom apartment. My stepfather had also lived in a one bedroom apartment with his 17 year old daughter. At both apartments, the parent took the one bedroom while the child took the living room sofa. Neither my mom nor stepfather were making much money, and since our apartment was a little roomier than his, it was decided that he and his daughter would move in with us until larger quarters could be found.

So for a few months, I found myself sharing a pull-out sleeper sofa with my stepsister, Lynn. Lynn, who was seventeen when I first met her, was not a raving beauty by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, she was rather plain. She had dirty blonde hair, a turned up nose, and was somewhat plump. But it was a whole new experience for me to have a stepsister.

At first, it was awkward sharing the same bed with another person. Just the idea of not having all that bed space to myself took awhile to get used to; I had slept by myself all my life and I wasn't accustomed to having someone else sleeping next to me. Any time either one of us shifted positions, it usually woke the other one up.

The fact that I was sharing my bed with a teenage girl didn't bother me at first. At twelve, I hadn't developed a strong interest in girls even though my body had been going through puberty since I was ten. I had not begun to associate the changes in my body with sex yet, and I only thought of girls as boys with different body parts. But after a few weeks of sleeping next to Lynn, I began to grow curious about the female body. Lynn wore very little to bed. Usually she wore a short and sheer blue top and just her underwear below. I became aware of how her breasts would shake underneath that blue top as she moved about the living room before she crawled into bed. I was fascinated with the curves of her body, and when I would try to peek at her breasts under the top she wore, I could clearly see her nipples.

The underwear she wore were always cotton, very thin cotton. I hadn't quite figured out exactly what a girl looked like down there, but I knew they had some kind of hole that a dick went in when a man and woman wanted to make babies. Aside from that, I was pretty ignorant what lay beneath her clothes.

Because the sleeper sofa was so small, we practically slept side-by-side. I often wanted to find a way to get a look under her top at those boobs which I figured - looking back on it - to be about 36D's. I wished I could also see under her panties, but I never had the nerve to lift either her top up or pull the front of her panties outward to take a peek. Sometimes in the early morning when the first light of the day filtered in through the gaps in the curtain, there was enough light to see her as she would sleep. I would carefully pull the covers down to see her in her scanty sleeping wear. I would look at her tits as she breathed in an out. Sometimes her nipples would be erect; sometimes not. I could see slight hints of her pubic hair beneath those cotton panties, especially when she wore white ones. I slept as I had always slept before I began sharing my bed with Lynn; an undershirt and boy's briefs.

Looking at her always gave me a hard-on which I used to refer to as a boner back then. I had been getting boners for awhile, but there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to them. I just got them and had not been able to connect them to any particular cause. However, since sleeping with Lynn, I began to relate all my boners specifically to Lynn and was beginning to understand a little more about sex.

Though I never got the nerve to touch her in an intimate way, she seemed to wind up putting her hands on me while she slept. Anytime she would roll over, her hand seemed to find a way to land on top of me. The first few times, her hand landed on my chest. That was about it; it would just rest on my chest - lifeless. Then, whenever her hand rested on my chest, it would start rubbing my chest in a slow, lazy sort of way. I assumed she was asleep because I never detected any significant change to her breathing. As far as I knew, she might have been dreaming that she was petting a stuffed animal or something. No matter; it felt good, and often it was hard to sleep feeling her hand on me, not to mention the fact that I had an erection pushing up against my underwear.

One night, as I tried to sleep with her hand on my chest, her hand moved downward. It just slid down past my tummy, brushed against my dick, and came to rest on my upper thigh. The result of her hand touching my dick for just a moment, plus my awareness of her hand on my thigh just an inch or two away from my crotch gave me a hard-on that was harder than it had ever been before. Her hand stayed there. My dick stayed hard. For what had to be more than an hour, that's how we lay; me with a boner, and her with a warm hand close to my boner. Eventually, she rolled over, and I was able to get to sleep though it was not easy to do with the way my dick was so stiff.

The next night, it happened again...in almost the same way. First her hand was on my chest, then it slid down over my limp dick, and finally stopped at my upper thigh. Only this time, her fingertips rested on my balls. I thought I would go crazy. I wanted so much to take her hand and place it right down on my dick which stood at attention under my underwear. But I was so afraid she would wake up and get mad. Again, after what seemed to be an eternity, I was wide awake taking in all the sensations of her hand on my legs and the tips of her fingers touching my scrotum. Occasionally, her fingers would twitch and brush across my scrotal sac. Anytime I felt my erection was going to subside, all it took was one quick brush of fingers against my balls to make it rock hard again. I was so tired. I had to get to sleep because in the past few days I had gotten very little rest due to all the attention I was paying to Lynn's hand touching my body during the night. I decided to take matters into my own hands...literally.....(cont)