The Stepsister's Cure
Nicholas wondered why his girlfriend Katie pushed him away in the evening. Her only answer was, "Go ask Jenni."
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All characters are legal age.
Nicholas tried to settle, but his muscles and nerves throbbed. Texting Katie now, in the dark, and thinking about her was like being in mental chastity.
From downstairs, he heard low, emphatic groans rolling up from his parents’ bedroom. Summer break was turning out to be shitty, especially with the confusion from earlier in the night when he was sitting in the car with Katie.
Overlooking the canyon at sunset was the perfect spot. Probing her mouth with his lips and tongue was a delirious treat. Moving his hands up her tummy, beneath her shirt, and inching close to her breasts was as exciting as being an astronaut during the first moon landing.
But she gently, with a giggle, slowed him down and had quieted him into stopping. Caring whispers and gentle hands redirected his touches, taking his hands off her and placing them on the steering wheel.
He had longed to slip off her bra, part her legs, and nuzzle her panties.
How did she…halt everything?
He drove her home with his heart pounding and his cock screaming for release. Yet he fought his impulses, pulled up outside her house, and gave her a gentle goodnight kiss.
Now, lying in bed in his tight underwear with his erection pressing against the fabric simply kicked in the evening’s memories. His father, likely groping and fucking his stepmother, didn’t help. They were still newlyweds, he guessed, having been together a year and seemed madly in love.
The whole world was going sex crazy and here he was, alone.
Texting his girlfriend. Not sexting. Texting. All he wanted was a straight answer.
What’s the matter? He sent the message.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Damn, how confusing. Nicholas had to figure out what had gone wrong. Is there someone else?
No, silly. It’s just how us young ladies get. Katie included a kiss emoji. It’ll make the next time more powerful.
What do you mean it’s ‘how you young ladies get’?
No answer.
Come on, Katie. What do you mean? He wanted to pound the shit out of the phone and get a reply that could settle his arousal torment. Nothing else would. Masturbating would only increase his frustration, and it sounded like his parents were now—oh, ick and egad.
Katie finally replied. Ask Jenni.
Huh?
Go on. Ask Jenni. She’s home, right?
Yeah.
Then ask her what I mean about how young ladies get. Go do it. I adore her and I know she can explain it better than me.
Nicholas wasn’t so sure. She’s asleep. I think.
Maybe not. Go ask her. You need someone to talk to, right?
Yeah.
Then ask your stepsister, silly boy. It’ll help you so you won’t go crazy and drive me nuts.
Nicholas was pissed off at that. Drive you nuts?
Nick, baby, go ask her. And lets you and I get together, maybe tomorrow afternoon. Go talk to her. It’ll help you, I know it will. Alright, babe, I’ve got to get some sleep. Okay? Luv, luv, luv. Goodnight. Call me tomorrow. Promise?
Yeah, promise.
Okay, cool. Night night. Luv ya. In fact, I’ll text her right now and say I told you to talk to her. TTYL.
Nicholas stared into the darkness that blanketed the ceiling and couldn’t handle the wildly pornographic sounds from the downstairs bedroom. He wanted to tell his parents to get a motel next time. Or make them have a fucking curfew.
He laughed at the double meaning. A fucking curfew. No sex after nine p.m.
A touch over his midsection and toward his cock inflamed and infuriated him again. Ask Jenni. Ask Jenni.
It was so crazy and he was going so damned nuts that he slid his feet out of bed and walked down the hallway, unaware that he was wearing next to nothing and his cock was ready to burst. He got to the door, got ready to knock. And—
Froze.
