Elizabeth's story: sexual discovery with my stepbrother - Sex Stories

Elizabeth's story: sexual discovery with my stepbrother

... the second Iraq invasion before being deployed to Afghanistan. We received word that Dad was killed shortly after my 17 th birthday, the summer before my senior year in high school. His vehicle had encountered a road side bomb. He did not survive the attack. The news of my father’s death was a devastating blow to me personally; but I seemed to be able to deal with the loss much better than my mother or my younger stepbrother. Mom fell into a bottle, became a heavy drinker, and was ‘passed out drunk’ most nights by 8 p.m. I felt sorry for my mom, but really did not know what, if anything, I could do to help her deal with this loss. Gary had just turned 16 at the time, seemed to take the loss very hard. Gary had been a good student, active in sports, and really never got into any trouble prior to Dad’s death. Before Dad’s death, Gary talked about attending the Air Force Academy and making the military his career, similar to his father. But his plans and his behavior changed significantly that summer. Gary’s demise coincided with the news of Dad’s death, and I am convinced was a direct result of it. Since mom was not in any condition to help anyone most nights, I felt that it was my responsibility to help guide Gary through this grief and get him ‘back on track’, so to speak. Despite my strongest objections, Gary quit the basketball team, where he had been one of the better forwards on the team. He also started drinking and smoking marijuana. Now neither of these are unusual or ...

... that horrific for teenage boys, but the change in Gary was clear and evident, and the direction he was heading was not good. Gary also made it clear that he was no longer interested in the military as a college choice or as a career. On the other hand, although I felt a terrible loss, I decided the best way to ‘honor my stepfather’s death and life’ was to continue to be the daughter he wanted me to be. That meant continuing to do well in school, stay active in sports, and go to college as he and I had planned all along. It would be a tragedy that his dying in defense of America would lead to his own daughter’s future being derailed. As you will read, if you elect to continue with me on my ‘stroll down memory lane’, is that I largely succeeded; but I did allow myself to get involved in something which I fear my stepfather would have strongly disapproved; my stepbrother. At age 17, I was an attractive, budding young woman with a sleek, athletic build. I was captain of the girl’s volley ball team, and had a tall, slender figure with firm, perky breasts that were starting to develop nicely, a nice butt and long legs. I am not conceited about my looks, but these are just the objective facts. I had (and still have) a pretty face with blond hair and green eyes. I had a sweet, innocent, ‘wholesome’ look about me. I was naïve and inexperienced with boys. Using the high school vernacular, had had never gone past 2nd base. (Meaning no boy had touched me, nor had I touched any boy, below ...