Kelsey's confessions - Chapter 1 - Christmas with my stepbrother - Sex Stories

Kelsey's confessions - Chapter 1 - Christmas with my stepbrother

... pants and a white sleeveless cotton top. My attire was not sexy or revealing, but without a bra, my nipples were clearly visible and prominent. Michael was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. I decided that screwdrivers would be the most palatable concoction for our youthful tastes, and I mixed two large tumblers of vodka and orange juice for Michael and me. Michael put on ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ as we enjoyed the warmth emanating from the fireplace. Within an hour, I was sipping my second 16-ounce vodka and OJ. I was not used to drinking. In fact, I had never been drunk prior to that night. The drinks were large and strong, and I was feeling quite light-headed. I suspect Michael’s head was spinning as well. My growing inebriation, along with the sense of loneliness from not spending Christmas with our parents had me suddenly feeling very close to my younger stepbrother. The scenes of the 'Bailey family' at Christmas from the nostalgic movie only heightened my sense of loneliness. I was overcome with a rush of love, warmth, and affection towards my stepbrother. I was lying on the couch. Michael was sitting on the floor in front of me, leaning back against the couch. His head was resting near my abdomen on the couch cushion. I reached down and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, and said, “Michael, I am glad you are here. I love you. This would be a very lonely evening without you.” Michael reached up and squeezed my hand. It was an innocent show of affection. It was not ...

... sexual at all, at least not initially. After a few moments of innocently affectionate touching, I sat up. With my stepbrother on the floor and me sitting directly behind him, I placed my legs so I was straddling his shoulders between my thighs and started rubbing his shoulders as we watched the movie. Michael simply moaned appreciably. His head lay back against my pelvis as I massaged his strong muscular shoulders. I promise you, this was a simple innocent show of affection. Initially, I was not engaging in any intimate contact. Michael then took my right leg, pulled it over his right shoulder, removed my sock and began massaging my foot as I rubbed the muscles of his shoulders. “Oh, that feels wonderful, Michael,” I cooed as he proceeded with the foot massage. He would take my big toe between his fingers and work his way back across of instep and heel. I loved the physical sensations as he rubbed my right foot. I discovered that the little piece of flesh between my toes was incredibly sensitive. I moaned every time he massaged this tiny little area between my toes, letting him know how very pleasurable I found his touch. Yes, it was innocent, but this was also different. Michael and I had never touched each other in anything even approaching this level of affection. And I was enjoying his touch more than I should have. Michael then took my left leg and brought it up over his left shoulder and began massaging both feet as I rubbed his shoulders. Involuntarily, I squeezed his neck ...