D Abby - Loving step-parents

I didn't sleep in my own room for the rest of the visit. When Morris was at work the next day, I searched David's graphics for things that we hadn't done. I found a few, and we tried them all except those that had something cruel about them. Neither Morris or I were interested in anything like that.

As much as I wanted to see my mother again, I was sorry when she came home and my stay with Morris was over.

We got home late in the afternoon. Dad made dinner. Janet decided it was to late to take Clair home, they would stay over that night. There were four bedrooms so each of us had one. I knew I wasn't going to like sleeping alone.

I jerked off three times before I fell asleep. I woke up about one o'clock and heard some noise. My bedroom door was open and I saw Janet going into pop's bedroom. I was jealous.

Then it hit me. Janet didn't belong to me. She was going to be Dad's wife, not mine! She was going to sleep with him, not me! I had to get used to jerking off again. It was going to be a long dry spell.

I cried myself to sleep that night.

I had some problems that night too. I wanted to be with Morris but I knew I couldn't. I found a medicine bottle from the bathroom that was about the size of Morris' prick, and fucked myself with it. It wasn't as good as Morris, but it helped.

I woke up and saw Mom go into Morris' bedroom I was jealous. I realized Morris belonged to my mother. I wouldn't have Morris and I would be living in the same house with him. I was going to miss his hard prick.

I didn't know what would be worse. To go back to the way things were before, or to live with the Hemmers and not be able to fuck with Morris.

I cried myself to sleep that night too.

Janet and Clair went home the next morning. I sat down at my PC to update my diary and realized I didn't want anyone to see what I had just put in it. What if Clair found out that I'd fucked her mother! I made it a hidden file.

Uh, oh! My graphics directory was no longer hidden. Clair must have changed the attributes. Wow! I blushed and thinking of Clair looking at the graphics made me horny. Did Clair finger fuck herself while she looked at the graphics? I pictured her with her panties down and her finger in her cunt.

I went to the bathroom to jerk off. I let down my pants, sat on the toilet, wrapped my fingers around my prick, and started to pump. I pictured Clair looking at graphics pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt. I shot my cum into the hopper.

Janet and Dad were going to be married the next week end. We had a lot of arrangements to make and that kept us all busy, but I went to sleep every night jerking off. Every time I jerked off that week I closed my eyes and imagine I was doing things I had done with Janet or with my grandmother and Aunt Sally. Towards the end of the week I was fantasizing about doing those things with Clair. Did she think of me when she finger fucked herself when she looked at the graphics? I wondered what her fantasies were.

Our parents decided that we were too old to have a baby sitter during their honeymoon so we were to be left there by ourselves. I was glad they thought we were mature enough to be left alone but I had a problem. How could I live in the house alone with Clair when I knew that she had seen my graphics.

I knew that I would think of them every time I looked at her. Would she think of them when she looked at me? I sure would like to do some of those things with her. Did she want to do those things with me? I was sure that I would never find out.

After we left the Hemmers I remembered the graphics file. David would know that I had been into them. I fantasized that David was pushing his fingers in and out of my cunt five and six times a day. I shuddered and came time after time. Was he looking at those graphics and jerking off? Was he thinking about me when he did it? I hoped he was, I wanted to do the things in the graphics with him.

When our parents gave us a vote of confidence by leaving us with no baby sitter, I didn't know how I could be in the same house with him when he knew that I had gotten into his graphics file.

Dad and Mom got married that Saturday. They moved Clair into the house then left that evening to go on their honeymoon. We talked for a while and prepared a dinner between us. It was fun doing things with Clair but every now and then I would think of her looking at my graphics and that caused an instant hard on. After dinner we went to the family room and turned on the TV.

I kept looking at her and hiding the fact that I had a hard on. I kept thinking that she had seen the graphics file. The same questions again. Had she finger fucked herself when she looked at the graphics? I pictured her sitting in front of the PC and pushing her fingers in and out of her cunt the same way I pumped on my prick.

I wanted to do things with Clair. Did she want to do things with me? She was only thirteen, and I didn't think she had never done anything before.

I went to the bathroom and jerked off. That helped for a while. In the next hour or so I went to the bathroom to jerk off two more times. I wondered if Clair thought I had diarrhea or something. Finally I yawned and stretched and said that the day had tired me out. I went upstairs, showered, got into bed, fantasized Clair sitting in front of the PC finger fucking herself, and jerked off again. This was like the first days on the road with Janet. If I kept on like this I'd make calluses on the palms of my hands.

David and I sat in the family room watching the TV. He had a hard on. My panties were wet. I pretended I didn't notice David's hard on. I wanted to do things with him, but David was only thirteen and I knew from his diary that he had never done anything with a girl. He went to the bathroom three times in about an hour and I knew he was going there to jerk off. I wanted to go in there with him. I wanted him to finger fuck me. I wanted to suck his prick and have him lap my cunt. I wanted him to fuck me! Every time he left I finger fucked myself. I came off so quick that he never caught me. I was frustrated and there wasn't a thing I could do.

After he put on the act of being ready for bed I waited a few minutes, turned off the TV, and went to my own room. I got undressed, into my baby dolls, and went to the bathroom to get the medicine bottle that I had used before. I passed the door to David's room and his bed springs squeaked. He must be jerking off again.

The whole situation was ridiculous. He was jerking off in his room. I was going back to my own room to finger fuck myself. I liked him and I knew he liked me. I wanted to do things with him and I knew, from his diary, that he wanted to do the same things with me. Why shouldn't we get together. We were only thirteen but I had learned some things from Morris and I could teach David anything he had to know. It would be a lot of fun teaching him. I took a deep breath and knocked on his door.

I heard the knock on my bedroom door. There was only one person in the house so I knew who it was. I pulled the covers over my hard prick and I asked Clair what she wanted.

"David?"

I hadn't yet learned what it meant when Clair said my name with a question mark after it. "Yes?"

"Can I come in? I want to talk to you."

I was blushing beet red. I pushed my prick down between my thighs and squeezed them together. What could I do? I couldn't say no and chase Clair away. As much as I liked her it was going to be hard living in the same house with her and my prick was going to be hard too. I thought of wearing a jock strap all the time.

"I guess so."

Clair opened the door and stood in the doorway. She wore baby doll pajamas that were as transparent as Janet's nightie had been. I didn't know what to say or do. She must have known what I was doing.