My Own Goddess Diana - Sex Stories

My Own Goddess Diana

... at my outburst. Little did she know, but SHE was the reason I hadn't dated, or had a girlfriend. Nobody else attracted me the way she did. Nobody else had ever been an object of my desire. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't sexually illiterate... at least, not completely. I had discovered the pleasures Playboy, Penthouse, and of self-stimulation. Indeed, I had reached the point in my development where I had had several "wet" dreams. Dreams of being with Diana every time. The powerful release of the dream always woke me with a start that left me longing for the tattered remnants of the dream of being with the sexy young woman who was my step sister. Over the last year I had grown considerably, and I was now 6 feet tall with about 8 inches of thick cock to go with my new stature. I has spent the summer working out several times a week in the high school gym and running the track in preparation for the upcoming football season. I wasn't a hunk but I was in good shape and I knew that other guys thought I would have been able to have any of the girls at school whenever I wanted. But Diana was the one I wanted. Between the Penthouse forum letters I had read, and a couple of porn paperbacks a buddy had shown me, I figured that I would have the basics of how to make love to the girl of my dreams, but oh how I longed for the actual experience to make those dreams reality. Finally, late Sunday night, the families all packed up and we were back to our routine. I hit the rack that night ...

... and dreamed of Diana. This dream was just a good dream. No explosion of pleasure, just a dream of her smile, her eyes, and being close. The next week was the 2nd to last that Diana would be staying before heading off to college. Tuesday her dad left on a business trip that would take him away for four days. On Wednesday, Mom took the younger kids to a water park, and planned to return in the late evening. I stayed home because I had a workout scheduled and wanted to keep up the routine. I assumed Diana would go with them to the water park, and I would have the house to myself for a few hours that afternoon. After my workout, I came home and showered. The house seemed deserted, and after my shower I headed downstairs to the basement for some quiet time. Remember, this was the late 70s... No video games, no DVD, no internet. We entertained ourselves with reading real books. Or as I planned, to read the latest Penthouse forum articles in the new issue I had stashed under my bed. The fates had blessed me and I was about to have an experience to rival the most amazing forum article ever! I had settled down on the sofa in the rec-room. I had just barely opened the magazine when I heard a soft "Ahem..." from behind me. Startled, I turned around and there was Diana looking over my shoulder. Her short hair was wet and I realized she had also just showered. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled and she gave me a mischievous smirk. "Please, don't let me interrupt..." she said. I gulped... I ...