Valentine's Candy: Open Wide - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide

"Mom, I think I need a new tutor." Melanie perked up. It was unusual for her stepdaughter Candace to be so nervous, or to qualify a statement with 'I think.' The beautiful young blond's brows were knitted together. "Who needs replaced?" Mel knew the teenage girl to be smarter than all her tutors, and trusted her evaluations, and she only had three now that she was in the local university's accelerated study program. "Oh, none. I think I need a new kind of tutor, Mom. Someone to teach me about...boys. Men. And stuff." "Ohh. I see. Sex Ed with the biology tutor wasn't quite enough, I take it?" Candy smiled shyly at her mom, thinking of Ms. Robinson, the nervous retired cellular biologist. "Not quite." "And HBO and the internet haven't filled in the rest?" Now the young girl laughed. "It's the part between Ms. Robinson's theory and Skin-emax's applications that I think I'm missing. Someday, I may even get to go on a date." "I am so sorry, Candy. I should have thought of this. You're so smart. I usually don't have to suggest additions to your curricula. Just trim things when you add to much. "Let me give this some thought. A beautiful girl like you should not be in the dark on this stuff. No girl should. Would you mind if we involved your Aunt Marguerite?" Candace shook her head before grinning. "Aunt Mar would be perfect. I have an idea she knows all about that in between part I'm missing." "Girl, you have no idea how right you are. Hugs." The two hugged warmly. An observer ...

... would immediately notice how similar the two appeared. Mel was more toned and slightly shorter then her stepdaughter, but both were slender with blue eyes and straight blond hair over their shoulders, with bright friendly smiles they were quick to share. "Just walk the gardens with her and be a boy. A nice boy. She hasn't been around many and they make her nervous. Just be a good." Valentine Harrison Caldwell was nineteen, visiting home from school. He was taking a post-graduate year at a private school in Massachusetts with an elite lacrosse program. The natural athlete who had only picked up the sport two years ago hoped the extra attention and experience could land him a scholarship on a top college team. His mom Melanie had married James Caldwell, venture capitalist and widowed father, when Val was in elementary school. His new stepsister, Candace, was a year younger and homeschooled. Some kind of genius. James traveled incessantly. Besides making a good impression socially, his primary requirement in a stepmother to his child being to oversee Candy's legion of tutors. So Valentine had the run of an immense country estate in upstate New York, about an hour by train into the City. He attended the local public school's, with substellar grades, while Candy stayed home, excelling. Now he was nineteen, very much the big man on the small, brick-buildinged campus that listed Founding Fathers amongst it's attendees, while Candace was eighteen and excelling at an accelerated program ...