His Nasty Little Pussy

My Little Virgin

My mother and Lacey’s father got married when we were both twelve years old. I’d always had a bit of a crush on her, but she was my step-sister. It thought it would be wrong to pursue her. I was content to peep at her in the shower now and then, and I left it at that.

When I was eighteen, a friend of mine told me he’d just popped his stepsister’s cherry. I was completely shocked, but the thought of having Lacey that way was intriguing. She had just turned eighteen, and I knew she was still a virgin because I heard her discussing it on the phone with her best friend, Amanda.

During the conversation, she told Amanda that she wanted to lose her virginity, but she was scared. She also thought it was wrong to have sex outside marriage, but she was conflicted. She was curious but hesitant.

After hearing my friend’s story, I knew I had to try to seduce her. Lacey had been in practically every sexual fantasy I’d ever had. Now that I felt liberated from the bonds of propriety, she was all I could think about.

Our parents had gone out for their weekly date night, and Lacey and I were home alone. She was watching television and munching popcorn in a long sweater and panties. It wasn’t unusual for Lacey to walk around in something that barely covered her, and I took advantage of that whenever I could by sneaking looks up her skirt.

“Hey, Lace,” I said casually, sitting down and nabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Hey, Jace,” she muttered, her eyes glued to the television.

Lace and Jace… those were our nicknames for each other. We’d been calling each other that for years.

“Good movie?” I asked her.

“Mmm,” she mumbled dismissively, still watching the screen intently.

I was trying to think of a way to make my move when it just so happened that her movie did the work for me. The two main characters began to make out, and before long, they were involved in a passionate sex scene. Lacey’s eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly. I could tell she was getting excited.

“Wow, that’s hot,” I said.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

“You ever done anything like that?” I asked.

“Huh?” she asked, her eyes still transfixed on the set.

“Have you ever… you know… done what they’re doing?” I asked her.

“No,” she answered, finally looking at me. “Have you?” I shook my head.

“Really?” she asked. “You’re… a virgin?”

“Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Well, yeah. I mean… you’re a guy.”

I laughed aloud and said, “So?”

“I just thought guys did it young or something.”

“I guess most do,” I agreed. “I’m not most guys, though.”

“That’s true,” she admitted. “So why haven’t you, anyway?”

“I just haven’t found the right girl,” I lied. “I want my first time to be with the right girl. Maybe with someone I love. Someone I might marry.”

I thought it might have been my imagination, but Lacey seemed to perk up a little at this statement.

“Me, too,” she breathed. “I want my first time to be with the guy

I’m going to marry.”

“Hey, if we don’t lose our virginities soon, maybe we should just get married,” I teased.

“That would be sick,” she said, making a disgusted face.

“Why? It’s not like we’re related.”

“Yeah, but… we’re stepsiblings. It’s… gross.”

“It’s not gross. People marry their stepsiblings all the time. WoodyProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

Allen married his stepdaughter.”

“We’re not Woody Allen,” she said, rolling her eyes.

The sex scene on the television intensified, and Lacey turned her eyes back toward it. I noticed her start to squirm slightly, her hips wiggling almost imperceptibly.

“So you don’t think about having sex?” I asked her.

“Of course, I think about it,” she answered. “I just haven’t had the right opportunity. Do you think about it?”

“All the time,” I admitted. “It’s hard not to.” She suddenly looked intrigued.

“I’ve heard that about guys. Is it that difficult not to think about sex?”

“Yeah, it is that difficult. I got turned on by a watermelon once.”

Lacey burst into a fit of laughter.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously,” I admitted. “It’s not funny, though.” “No. It is funny. It’s funny!” she giggled.

“It wouldn’t be funny if you knew how hard it is to deal with wanting something so badly and not being able to do it.”

She immediately turned serious. Her face was curious, and she tilted her head sideways and examined me closely.

“Do you ever… I mean…” she seemed like she was struggling to find the words.

“Spit it out, Lace.”

“Okay, fine. Do you ever get turned on when you look at me?” she asked.

My face burned, and I knew it must be bright red.

“You do!” she shrieked with glee.

“Yeah, sorry. I can’t help it,” I told her, looking away.

“It’s alright,” she said quietly. “I have a confession to make.”

“Alright. I’m all ears.”

“I’ve watched you jerking off in your room a few times,” she blurted out.

My face burned hotter than ever.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I accidentally walked in on you once, and you didn’t notice. So I watched you through a crack in the door. It was so hot that I…” she paused.

“You what?” I asked breathlessly.

“I kinda went back to my room and did it, too,” she admitted.

“You masturbated? Because of me?” I gasped.

She nodded.

“God, I wish I could have seen that,” I told her.

“What if you could?” she asked.

“Could what?” I asked stupidly. “See me… do that…”

I felt my eyes bug out, and my jaw dropped.

“I…” I tried to speak, but I couldn’t.

“I like watching you,” she told me. “I know it’s… like… sick or something. But I can’t help it. So… what if you do it and I do it… and we just watch each other? That wouldn’t be wrong, right?” “No, that wouldn’t be wrong,” I said.

“So… do you want to?” she asked.

“Of course, I want to,” I said, marveling at the stupidity of her question.

She flushed pink.

“You first,” she said.

I flushed.

“This is embarrassing,” I admitted.

“Come on,” she begged. “Please?”