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

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

... and head between my thighs and said, “God, Michael, this feels good. I love your touch.” I arched my hips forward, pressing my pelvis against the back of his head. It was a simple, involuntary reaction. I was simply responding to the alcohol and the pleasure my stepbrother was giving to me with the foot massage. But I did press my pelvis into the back of his head. With the warm fire and the alcohol coupled with the nostalgic loneliness, I was feeling vulnerable and responding to this contact in a manner that truly surprised, no shocked, me. I felt Michael respond, and press his head backwards between my thighs. His hands continued to rub my feet, and then his fingers traced up my calves. For the first time, it dawned on me that this contact was not normal between a stepbrother and stepsister. I remember distinctly the instant that I first thought. This is weird. I should not be doing this with my stepbrother. I knew my reaction was not appropriate. This seemingly innocent contact felt so right, but so wrong at the same time. But I decided we were safe pretending that this was still just innocent affection between us. Oh, I knew I had involuntarily pushed my crotch against the back of his head, and there was no mistaking the fact that Michael pushed his head backwards applying momentary pressure to my swollen vulva, but we could clearly ignore that brief contact and pretend it did not happen, right? Michael’s hands started working their way further up the inside the legs of ...

... my sweat pants. He started rubbing the back of each calf muscle. It felt wonderful. Without thinking, I squeezed his neck and head between my thighs again as I cooed, “Oh god, that feels good. You have great hands.” The flirtation was growing more and more overt. His touch was slowly slipping away from completely innocent towards intimate caressing. I knew it, and he knew it. “Kelsey, your legs are so firm and strong. I guess it is all that running, huh? You are going to have a great body some day.” I playfully slapped the back of his head. “Some day? So my body is not too hot now, huh?” “You know what I mean. You are starting to get a nice figure right now. And you have the type of body that will look even better when you are twenty five, and better still when you are forty.” I knew he was trying to be nice, and he was trying to give me a genuine compliment. With my legs still draped over my stepbrother’s shoulders, Michael started to move his hands up higher, past my calves, towards my thighs. I could not help responding to his touch. I released my grip on his shoulders and reclined back with a soft moan. “Michael, you really have a wonderful touch. I feel like I am melting.” Michael pulled my legs forward slightly, pulling my bottom off the cushion and pulling my crotch into the back of his neck. Instinctively, Michael seemed to understand the art of seduction: go slowly and inch your way towards the goal. He was slowly moving me towards arousal, inch by inch and I was ...