Be My Guide, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Be My Guide, Part 1

The summer of 2013 started off like any other summer for me. I played video games, hung out with friends, masturbated - you know, typical sixteen year old stuff. I lived a pretty normal life, I went to high school, played some sports (football and basketball) and had a handful of friends. I live in a nice house. It is a normal middle class, white picket fence, suburbia-type home. My mother passed away when I was eight, and my father, Tom, re-married in the fall of 2011. My father, now in his mid-forties, is a successful banker, and he managed to score a smoking hot, younger-forties, 5' 5"blonde with the ass and tits of a Playboy bunny. She doesn't look a day over thirty-five. Heather is definitely Grade-A MILF material. My friends give me shit about it all the time, and always try to give my dad "props" whenever they're over. Heather had been married once before my father. She has a daughter who was seventeen back when the two of them married. Her name is Brooke. Despite her jet black hair, Brooke is a carbon copy of her mother. She is 5' 6", skinny, but with curves in all the right places. I remember my first impression of Brooke. I'm pretty sure the words that I spoke to myself were, Holy shit! She is definitely something else. Our story begins a couple of days before the end of my junior year (I was set to turn seventeen that summer.) Finals were pretty much over with, and everyone was looking forward to summer, especially me. Brooke had been gone all year for her ...

... first year of college, and I was really ready for her to be back. Despite only living with her for a couple years before her going off to college, we had become somewhat close. We would joke around with each other a lot. We stayed up some nights and just talked about whatever was on our mind. She always had my back too, she gave me tips for how to get girls and even tried to get me laid a few times. However, I was pretty shy. "Hello! Anybody home?" shouted my stepsister as she walked through the front door. I immediately took off my headset and ran downstairs to greet Brooke. "Hey, it's so nice to see you," I said, as she ran over to me and hugged me tightly. I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her breasts pressed against my body. It always got to me. "It's great to see you, Shaun; where's my mom and Tim at?" she asked. "Dad had to work late and your mom is out doing some grocery shopping. Apparently she's making your favorite meal tonight, lucky you," I said. "Don't act like you don't love spaghetti. I know you," she said. "You're right, but... welcome home, I guess. How has college been?" "It's so fun. I've made loads of new friends, and had a lot of fun," she said, as she winked, "You're going to love it after next year." "I bet I will. How's that boyfriend of yours treating you?" I asked. "We broke up a few months ago. He was kind of an asshole." "Really? How was he an asshole; did he hurt you?" I asked. "No, but I don't really want to talk about it. I have to go get ...