Household Lust (closed)

[saedo]

Closed for LovelyLuna


I raised my eyes from Sportscenter as the back door opened. A few seconds later, my stepdaughter entered from the kitchen. She passed through the den on her way to the upstairs bedrooms. "Hey Serena," I greeted as she passed.

Serena gave me only a slight nod in acknowledgment, but I knew not to take it personally. Her all-girls school required a traditional uniform: skirt, tie, blouse, blazer, knee-high socks - the works. Serena found the getup about as comfortable as a hangman's noose, so her first order of business each afternoon was to change into something more comfortable.

Since she was obviously paying me no notice, I took the opportunity to admire her impressive form. A distant part of my conscious chided me for ogling a teenager not even half my 40 years and my stepdaughter to boot. But Serena's appearance begged for visual appreciation.

Her face had a delicate beauty, much like her mother Julie. With those lips and cheeks and the adorable nose, Serena would have turned heads anywhere; but the rest of her was what caused whiplash to passers-by. Serena had been a pretty girl for most of her teen years, but seemingly overnight her body had blossomed into a devilish collection of curves. Julie was busty enough to require specialty lingerie, but in the last few months Serena's bosom had finally outpaced her mother; even concealed beneath the blouse and blazer of her uniform, I could see the magnificent swells straining at the fabric. Her tiny waist flared into a delicious set of hips that seemed to sway inches further than it should with each stride. I watched her tight little ass waggle back and forth beneath her skirt as she headed upstairs.

Despite being as delectable a young female as any man might hope to encounter, Serena had come out to Julie as a lesbian early in her teens. Such a shame, in my opinion.

Julie, on the other hand, couldn't have been happier to have a lesbian daughter. "When I was in my teens, I got a bit 'cock crazy'," my wife had confided to me. "I just couldn't get enough. Toss in being too young to know better and that's how I wound up pregnant with Serena in high school. While I wouldn't trade being her mom for anything, I never wanted her to make the same mistake I did. I think Serena might be as lusty as I was at her age, but at least as a lesbian, I don't have to worry about her getting pregnant."

I suspected Julie might be right about her daughter's sex drive. In the few years I'd known her, quite the parade of female companions had passed through the house. I don't know that she was necessarily sleeping with any of them, but the I couldn't help imagining their two nubile bodies naked and intertwined. Always gave me a stiffening tingle in my groin just thinking about it.

I crossed my legs at the thought. Julie was currently away visiting her sister, so it'd been a couple days since I'd last gotten laid. I wasn't used to such abstinence, so such libidinous thoughts did me no favors.

 

[LovelyLuna]

I could hear the sounds of Sportscenter blaring as I turned the key in the door and pushed it open. That meant Travis was home. I sighed softly, conflicted about his presence in the house on a day like today. I was in a bad mood, which wasn't completely unusual for me - but today it was different. And seeing my stepfather didn't quite help.

I only chanced a small glance toward him as I retreated upstairs to strip out of my school uniform. The clothing was restrictive, and it was an integral part of my afternoon routine to change into something much more comfortable.

Mom was out of town this week, and this afforded me the opportunity to breathe. I was on edge with her around lately, and it had everything to do with the way that she wanted to control my sexual tendencies. I was well aware of her own mistakes as a young girl. She never let me forget them. But I wasn't her - and what I did in bed was entirely my business.

With my slender frame, accentuated by curves, I knew I was attractive to men. I had known that since the age of 14, when I first began developing the large, perky breasts that were now my greatest physical asset.

Pushing open the door to my bedroom, I surveyed my surroundings. It didn't look like the room of a teenage lesbian...

I had come out a few years before to my mother, telling her that I was fairly certain I was interested in girls. I had been nervous the entire day prior, wondering what her reaction would be. Obviously, telling your parents that you were gay was a big deal.

But she had been overjoyed when I broke the news.

This was a shock to me, but only until she began preaching about how much trouble boys were anyway. She had always made hints about being concerned that I might get pregnant one day, but she really cranked it up after this.

Every girl I brought home was her new favorite. She made a conscious effort to make them feel welcomed and accepted - which sometimes served to bite me in the ass. I wasn't necessarily interested in women romantically. I learned that quickly.

Instead, I was intrigued by the female form. I liked to touch women. Kiss them. I liked long hair and soft skin. I liked the way they smelled. And I loved eating pussy.

But I had trouble moving deeper into a relationship with the girls I brought home. I had tried a few times, but I mostly craved fucking them. My sex drive was through the roof - had been, actually, since the age of 15. But I was still, technically, a virgin. I had never been with a man. Never even seen cock in person. And that was the problem, really.

I stripped down out of my school uniform, peeling the layers off slowly and revealing inch after inch of smooth, toned flesh. Undressing in front of the mirror, I let my gaze rise to take in my full form. I liked my body. I liked the way I had taken care of it as I grew up. My long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and I wore very little makeup today.

My bra was the next thing to go, leaving me in just a pair of lacy black panties. Then I slipped on a pair of yoga pants and a loose fitting tank top. The shirt afforded quite a bit of cleavage for anyone who might see me. But I was just home alone with my stepfather. That didn't matter, did it?

As I bounded down the stairs toward the kitchen, I could feel my heartbeat quickening a bit. It did matter, and I knew it mattered. I was home alone with a man. An attractive, older man - the exact type of man that I found myself drawn to more and more these days.

All of my friends were straight. And being young girls, they loved to talk about their sexual escapades. But they weren't interested in mine. There was no place in their fantasies for lesbian sex. So I had nothing to offer in those moments when they began to share their stories from the weekend. I didn't know anything about dick. I didn't know what it felt like to deep throat a man's cock. I didn't know what it felt like to have that warm, hard flesh filling up the ripe wetness between my legs. In fact, I had barely even fucked myself with anything. A slim vibrator was the only thing that had ever penetrated my core.

And I was sick of it.

"Hey, sorry... you know how badly I need to get out of that uniform when I first come home..." I threw a comment in Travis' direction to apologize for my aloofness a few minutes earlier. He was my stepfather, so he knew me well - I was sure I didn't need to explain my actions to him. But I wanted something from him today.

I needed his eyes on me.

I rounded the corner of the kitchen counter and leaned back against it, arms crossed over my stomach. Travis and I had been alone for a day now, but I had school. Now, however, it was Friday. The weekend was coming and we had to figure out some sort of plan to fend for ourselves.

"Dinner? Should we... order in or something?"

 

[saedo]

Several minutes later passed before I heard I heard footsteps on the stairs again. Serena bounced back through the den on her way to the kitchen. "Hey, sorry... you know how badly I need to get out of that uniform when I first come home..."

I'd finished my beer, so I followed her into the kitchen. She'd traded in her uniform for a tank top and yoga pants. I gave each a thorough inspection from behind.

Personally, I didn't understand the female fondness with yoga pants. I wore my jeans loose for comfort; something so snug seemed inherently uncomfortable. But my wife and stepdaughter clearly disagreed given the dozen pairs they each had.

Serena grabbed a drink from the fridge before letting me pass. I did a mental count on the number of beers remaining. Serena was a good kid, so I doubted she'd ever try to take one. Still, she was also a teenager, so a little parental distrust was rarely a bad thing.

When I'd turned around, she was facing me across the kitchen island, arms crossed. The tank top was probably intended to be somewhat roomy, but Serena's breasts saw to it that most of the space was filled with firm, round flesh. Judging from the amount of jiggle, she wasn't wearing anything else underneath.

"Dinner?" Serena inquired, one dark eyebrow arching inquisitively. "Should we... order in or something?"

My superior height made it easy to look past her chin and down into her cleavage. Even without benefit of lingerie support, her breasts were large enough to form a deep crevasse. Last time Julie had mentioned it, Serena had been two cup sizes larger, but by my visual guess it was definitely at least three.

"First, let me channel your Mom for a minute," I replied. "I'm supposed to remind you that just because she's not here does not mean all the rules go out the window. So you'll do your homework, keep your room clean, be home by curfew, etcetera, etcetera."

I pointed a finger towards her. "I figure that also applies to wardrobe choices. You know your Mom doesn't like you bouncing around like that." About once every couple weeks, there'd be a heated argument over whether the latest teenage fashion fad was "cool and popular" (Serena) or "slutty and stupid" (Julie). I tried to avoid getting in the middle at all costs.

"Personally, I don't care around the house," I continued, "but just don't wear anything out like that. One of your friends will post a photo of you in it on Instagram and your Mom will know all about it the next day. I don't need the hassle."

"Okay, Mom nagging complete." I smiled. "So dinner. . . ? Chinese? Indian? Thai? I'll let you pick. Just order me something spicy."

I popped my beer open and took a swig. "Oh, and are you going out tonight? Who is it now . . . ? Becky? Emma?"

My uncertainty wasn't just stepfather cluelessness. Serena often had her female friends over and there'd been a fair amount of variety. Granted, some of them might just have been friends, but Julie had no objection to Serena having "sleepovers" either.

Personally, I thought Julie overplayed her enthusiasm for Serena's homosexuality. In my day, I'd never have dared spend the night at my girlfriend's house, but Julie didn't bat an eye at Serena doing just that. I tried suggesting that it didn't seem parental to condone your teenager having sex under your roof, but my wife dismissed me as being prudish. And since I was just the stepfather, the final say was Julie's.

"Just call me if you are going to miss curfew," I advised. "And if you're bringing someone home, give me a heads-up so I'm not walking around in my boxers."

 

[LovelyLuna]

I was more used to this spiel than I wanted to be. My mother had grilled it into me at this point, despite my protests that I was technically an adult and could therefore technically do whatever I wanted. But Travis meant well. He was just doing what my overprotective mother asked him to do.

And besides, he certainly didn't seem too adamant about many of the rules that he had just recited. He was a very laid back guy. I had never viewed him as an authority figure, per se. And the nature of our relationship had never been like that of a father and daughter.

Truth be told, I had never had a father. That didn't mean that I didn't want one... just that I hadn't been given the opportunity to bond with a man in that way.

"Indian food sounds good..." I took a swig from the bottle of diet soda that I had swiped from the fridge. "And no, I was actually thinking of staying in tonight..." I strayed off here, letting my eyes take in Travis' form.

He was a very attractive man, well built and sturdy. He seemed strong. Obviously, I had never felt his hands on me. In fact, save for a few hugs, he had never touched me at all. That fact made me feel a pang of disappointment for whatever reason.

The thought of Travis in just his boxers had me perking up, though. I had seen him shirtless before, so it wouldn't be a surprise or anything. But it was certainly a nice view for me. And that's how I knew I wasn't quite a lesbian. I was still very much intrigued by the male form. I still watched heterosexual porn (even more often than I watched lesbian porn). I liked cock. I liked the way it looked, and I wanted to get my hands on one badly.

But I was getting ahead of myself. There was no way I could be having thoughts like this while I stood in front of my stepfather. Even if I had been cooking up an evil little plan over the past 24 hours. Knowing that my mother wouldn't be back until the following week, I had at least three days alone in the house with my stepfather. If I could just get him a little buzzed, he might just be willing to teach me...

I snapped out of it to see Travis watching me with one eyebrow cocked. He was clearly confused by my decision to stay home on a Friday night. And he had a right to be, really. I hadn't stayed home on a Friday night in months. But tonight was different.

"I know, I know. The world must be ending, Serena wants to stay in on a Friday. But I'm tired. And, I don't know... I thought maybe we could watch a movie?"

 

[saedo]

"And no, I was actually thinking of staying in tonight..."

I raised a curious eyebrow. Perhaps my greatest point of commonality with my stepdaughter was a fondness for the female form. Judging from her active social calendar, lesbians found Serena just as attractive as I did. Consequently, it was unusual for her to spend a Friday night at home.

Still, I suppose everyone wants some down time. Or maybe her current girlfriends were tied up. Or perhaps Serena was having a slump in her dating life.

"Unusual for you, Miss Popular. Buy if you want a quiet night . . . ," I shrugged. "I was just going to hang out here tonight. Maybe watch some TV. Pretty boring."

I wasn't being completely honest. After a couple days without my wife, my balls were aching for relief. I'd planned to spend some quality time with some porn and the Fleshlight Julie had gotten me for my birthday. (Even she couldn't quite handle my libido.) But that wasn’t information my stepdaughter needed.

"I know, I know. The world must be ending, Serena wants to stay in on a Friday. But I'm tired. And, I don't know... I thought maybe we could watch a movie?"

"Sure, if you want." I smiled at the thought. "You know, I can't remember when it was just you and me without your mom around. It'll be good for us to have some one-on-one time."

 

[LovelyLuna]

'One-on-one time' was a phrase that got my panties wet coming from my stepfather's lips. I knew it shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. I leaned my tummy up against the counter, pressing ever so slightly at the top of my pelvis. I shuddered gently at the contact, then remembered where I was. If I really needed to get off this badly, I could just go upstairs and do it myself.

"I'd like that, Travis... we should probably get to know each other better, huh?" I bit my lip, half joking, but realizing that I meant it. I wanted to get to know my stepfather very intimately.

The fact of the matter was, I had been eager to fuck a guy for a while now. Fear was what held me back. I was nervous, and I had no idea what to expect. My mother had made men seem so scary and awful for so long.

But if Travis was good enough for my mom...

"I'm gonna order the food and when it gets here we can set up a little picnic in the living room. I know Mom doesn't like it when we eat out there, but maybe we can disobey her rules since she isn't actually home...." Grabbing my cellphone out of my bag on the kitchen chair, I slipped past Travis and dialed the number of the local Indian place on my way into the living room.

 

[saedo]

"I'm gonna order the food and when it gets here we can set up a little picnic in the living room. I know Mom doesn't like it when we eat out there, but maybe we can disobey her rules since she isn't actually home...."

Serena bounced away, her curves jiggling delightfully. I felt a slight lurch from down below as she departed. Damn, but my stepdaughter was tremendously sexy.

That wasn't the first time I'd thought such a thing. I'd noted her appeal back when Julie first brought me home to visit. It'd mostly been just potential, then. Serena wore her hair shorter and still had braces. Her lithe form had been more girlish, with only a budding pair of breasts instead of the melons she currently sported. But even then, I could see that she'd be a stunner.

Of course, I never let on about such things. After an early embarrassment in my early teens when I'd been called up to work a geometry problem soon after I'd been admiring how well Lisa Baxter was filling out a tight sweater, I had developed solid mental control over my physical arousal. It had since served me well since I doubt Julie would have approved of an obscenely large bulge expanding along my inner thigh every time Serena or one of her cute little girlfriends paraded past in a low cut outfit.

~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later, I paid the delivery guy and carried a couple bags full of to-go containers into the living room. "Hey Serena!" I called up the stairs. "Food's here!"

I set out the various curries, rice, naan, and tandoori chicken. "Mmmm, smells wonderful," I declared after breathing in the heady aromas.

 

[LovelyLuna]

I heard Travis call to me from downstairs to let me know that the food was here, and I could feel my stomach rumbling at the thought. I was starving.

Bounding down the stairs, I met my stepfather in the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear. "Fuck, that smells good..." I winced then, knowing he might have something to say about my language. It's not like I wasn't an adult - I could say what I wanted. But my mom hated it when I cursed in the house. "Sorry...." I muttered.

Piling what I wanted on a plate, I headed for the fridge, pulling the door open to survey my beverage choices. There was plenty of soda in there, mostly diet. There was also a plethora of healthy juices, which were my mother's newest 'thing'. But what I really had my eye on was the case of beer on the bottom shelf. Travis was really the only one who drank it, although I had been tempted to sneak one or two in the past. I wasn't a heavy drinker, really, despite going out with my friends a lot. But tonight...

"Hey, do you want me to grab you a beer?" I reached into the fridge and let my hand close around one of the bottles before glancing back at Travis. "Or maybe... Grab beers for both of us?" At this, I gave him my sweetest look. He was lenient with me, more so than my mother was. I knew she didn't want me drinking, but I wasn't going anywhere. I was staying in all night. What was the harm? My eyes pleaded with Travis and I even pouted my lower lip a bit for special effect.

 

[saedo]

"Or maybe... Grab beers for both of us?"

Her voice had that forced casual tone she adopted when she was trying not to wheedle. Despite her adult body, her appearance suggested a girl half her age asking to stay up past bedtime.

Still, I mostly believed that cloaking alcohol in this taboo mystique only made teens more eager to try it. Better to let them know early on that it was just a beverage, not the nectar of the gods. Besides, my parents always allowed us kids a glass of wine for Sunday dinner because it paired well with the food. Why shouldn't this be the same?

I held out my index finger. "One," I declared firmly. "You may have one. And only because I'm here and only because we're having a meal. I don't want you drinking on an empty stomach."

I paused, then added with a bit of menace, "And don't think this is blanket permission, either. Your mom's rule about not drinking at parties with your friends still applies. And don't think you've got license to do it at home, either. This is a one time deal. I find one missing tomorrow that shouldn't be, I'll tan your hide, don't think I won't. "

I was sounding eerily like my father in my own head. Having passed 40 a while back, that was not a comfortable sensation. I shook off the grumpy dad visage and tried to smile warmly. "Okay, let's eat while it's hot."

I decided to try to make conversation. "So how are things with you and What's Her Face? You know, the cute one who picked you up here last weekend?"

 

[LovelyLuna]

I had won a small victory, even if there were a lot of rules attached to it. To be honest, the thought of Travis tanning my hide was not necessarily such a bad idea...

But I was being highly inappropriate.

"Thank you..." I smiled brightly to show my appreciation.

At Travis' next question, I paused. I wasn't quite sure how to answer him. The last girl I had brought home was Chloe, and a lot had changed in a week - namely, my interest in her. I had been feeling weird for a while now. Being with girls wasn't quite doing it for me anymore. But how was I going to say that to Travis?

"Oh, she and I aren't a thing. Just friends." I left it at that, grabbing my food and my prized beer and heading for the living room. I set myself up on the floor, sitting in front of the coffee table with my back against the couch. I glanced over my shoulder to be sure that Travis was coming.

"I didn't even think you saw us together last weekend. She's not really all that cute..."

 

[saedo]

"Oh, she and I aren't a thing. Just friends." Serena said dismissively.

I could only shrug in response. In the few years I'd been living with her, this house had seen a seemingly endless parade of women. My wife at least was friends with women with husbands, so I occasionally got some male interaction. But since Serena went to an all-girls school and only dated girls, the teenagers visiting here had all been girls.

I'd long since given up trying to comprehend the type of relationship each new face had with Serena. I'd erred a couple times in my assumption. The responding teenage reaction invariably made me feel lame and out of touch, so I'd quickly given up trying to parse the "just friends" from the more intimate variety.

Serena settled in the den on the floor by the coffee table. Having reached an age where I recognized the relative lack of padding of a floor, I opted for my chair. With the nearby end table, I was able to balance both beverage and plate successfully.

"I didn't even think you saw us together last weekend. She's not really all that cute..."

Yeesh. Apparently I'd misidentified one again. Unfortunately, even remembering their names had proven problematic. The friendship status of a popular female teenager seemed to be utterly chaotic. A girl could go from best friend to blood enemy and potentially back again in the space of a week. I'd long since abandoned all but a token effort to keep track.

"Well maybe I'm thinking of the wrong one," I offered, since I probably was. I knew I hadn't a chance of remembering the name, so I settled for a vague description. "You know the blonde? The one about your height? She had the big t-. . . chest . . . well, not so big as yours, of course, but bigger than most." I could sense I was flailing, so I abandoned my efforts. "She seemed cute."

 

[LovelyLuna]

I listened vaguely to Travis' comments while I ate. I hadn't even known I was so hungry until the food was in front of me. But just the scent of curry had my stomach grumbling. I was sure I didn't look particularly ladylike, crosslegged on the floor shoving food in my face.

The girl he was describing was Layla. And that hadn't been over the weekend. But big tits? I had never expected to hear those words out of Travis' mouth. Sure, he had caught himself, but now he was flailing. I chuckled as I turned toward Travis, smirking.

"So you noticed her tits?" I winked, putting another piece of chicken into my mouth and letting my question sink in. Travis was red now, but he looked a bit more angry than embarrassed. But playing with him was fun...

"And you've noticed mine too, huh? I guess they're hard to miss..." I wondered if Travis had been thinking about my tits prior to this moment. I knew they were big, and I knew they were an asset that many a guy had complimented me on. But he was my stepfather. He was married to my mother. Was there really any good reason for him to ponder my physical form?

 

[saedo]

"So you noticed her tits?" Serena gave me a saucy wink, apparently quite pleased with herself.

I snorted derisively. "As someone who is also a devoted fan of the female form, don't tell me that you didn't." I paused my fork over my plate and wagged my index finger at her. "Or do you have some ludicrous notion that my libido has withered away because I'm over 40?"

Serena chewed for a moment before responding. "And you've noticed mine too, huh?"
My stepdaughter none too subtly thrust out her chest and glanced down at the massive mounds straining to escape her top. I guess they're hard to miss...

I couldn't resist a grin. She was definitely trying to provoke me, but the brazen nature of her approach was charmingl audacious. "Serena, my dear, if you gain another cup size, astronauts will find them hard to miss." I winked at her as I teased.

"But seriously," I continued, shifting into a sincere tone, "I may only have been your stepfather for a short portion of your life, but that doesn't mean I don't take an interest in your life. Your mother isn't the only one who concerned about some of your outfits. Just because you've only got eyes for the ladies doesn't mean that guys aren't paying attention to you. I used to be a horny teenage boy, so I know."

 

[LovelyLuna]

"Well... maybe I want guys to pay attention to me..." I steeled my gaze against Travis', feeling my cheeks heat up a bit. "Just because I think girls are hot doesn't mean I'm a lesbian... Ya know, my mom is the one who said that word first. I never told her I thought I was a lesbian..."

I wasn't sure why I was becoming so defensive about this point in particular. But there was a part of me that was genuinely annoyed at the assumptions my stepfather was making about my sexuality. Why did I care so much that he saw me as a sexual creature? That was pretty sick.

"I like guys too, Travis. Okay? I don't have experience with them, but I like them. I don't want to be trapped in this box that my mom thinks is somehow safer." I was hatching a plan. Travis cared about me, that was clear. He was obviously concerned about the effect that my clothing and physique had on horny teenage guys who only wanted one thing from me.

But what if I didn't have to go through a bunch of random hormone-driven 18 year olds to learn about men? What if there was already a man in my life who could be a much better, gentler teacher?

 

[saedo]

Serena blushed at my reference. "Just because I think girls are hot doesn't mean I'm a lesbian," she said, seemingly defensive about her behavior.

I raised a questioning eyebrow. "No, I suppose it doesn't . . . ," I speculated, "but sleeping with them does." I tilted my head to the left. "Or have I been misinterpreting the moans coming from your room on when you have a female friend stay over?"

I allowed myself a slight grin at Serena's reaction. The pink in her cheeks was quite beguiling.

"I like guys too, Travis. Okay?" Serena fired back at me, the flush now brushing the tender curve of her throat. "I don't have experience with them, but I like them. I don't want to be trapped in this box that my mom thinks is somehow safer."

I held up my hands, palms forward. "Woah, woah," I urged. "I was only teasing. I didn't realize you felt that way. I'm sorry. Truly, I had no idea."

I waited a beat as I weighed this new information. Serena thought she might like guys? I'd never even considered the possibility. Her mother had always described Serena as a lesbian and her dates had all been with females.

"Well does that mean you want experience with guys?" I ventured cautiously. "I mean, if that's what you really want, I think your mother would be okay with it. Maybe you should tell her?"

Serena didn't even need a word to suggest how silly that sounded. "Alright, alright," I backtracked, "your mom would have a cow first. She'd say you were just going through a phase and try to talk you out of it. " I could envision the endless mother-daughter arguments that would follow. Sharing a house with these two would be miserable.

"But eventually, she'd come around," I offered with as much hope as I could muster. "I mean, she loves you and wants you to be happy. She'd get over it. Eventually." I sighed. "Like maybe after the wedding."

I shook my head. "Okay, so maybe for the time being, you don't tell her that you you think you might want to try dating guys. Maybe it's a temporary flirtation with something new. No point in going 15 rounds with her if you just want to experiment a little. Maybe hold off on telling her until you're a little more certain about how serious you are. "

This entire conversation felt weird. I'd never really had to act parental before. It was a strange sensation.

"Serena," I inquired cautiously, "just what sort of experimentation are you thinking about? I mean, are you just looking to go out with a guy, maybe make out a little or . . . ." I trailed off, imagining for a moment what might happen if Julie found out I'd encouraged Serena to play the field with men and wound up pregnant.

"Uh, Serena, are you thinking about actually sleeping with a guy? Cause if you do, you know about the risks, right?" I swallowed uncomfortably. "I mean, do you know how to put on a condom?"

 

[LovelyLuna]

I was simultaneously embarrassed and aroused by this conversation. There was nothing stopping Travis and I from discussing sex with each other. I knew about the birds and the bees in the most basic sense, but muff diving had never gotten anyone pregnant. And if I was being completely honest, there was very little that I actually knew about birth control and safe sex between a man and a woman. I had never been with any men, had never touched a guy sexually... I had kissed guys, but that wasn't the scary part.

"Well, I've made out with guys before... I'm not totally pure." I put down my fork, which I had been holding in midair for some time now, and sighed deeply. Bringing my knees up to my chest, I turned to face my stepfather where he sat on the couch, eyes gliding over his torso and up to his face. The expression in his eyes was one of concern more than anything. He was genuinely worried about me coming home pregnant. And that was a valid concern, I supposed, but at least I was talking to him about it now, right?

"There are a few guys - all my age, don't worry - who have asked me out. I always turn them down because, to be frank, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing in bed with a man. I've got these..." I gestured at my chest, which was currently swelling against my tank top, threatening to burst free. "And guys take notice. They assume, based on what they know about me, that I would be a good lay."

I could see that Travis didn't like the way I was describing myself, but I was trying to be as frank and candid as I possibly could be. Even if it meant letting him in on the secret of just how sexual a being I was.

"I'm scared. I know I want to experiment, but I don't even know where to start... With girls, it's easy... I can do to them what I know I like having done to me...." I trailed off, wondering if I was over sharing a bit. Although Travis had been the one to make a comment about soft moans coming from my room late at night...

I nibbled gently on the skin around my thumbnail, a nervous habit I had picked up at a very young age. I could feel my cheeks reddening, knew that I was really taking a gamble confiding in Travis to this extent. This was the deepest, most intimate conversation I had ever had with this man.

And a part of me liked it. There was a familiar tingle between my legs, a dampening that I was very much accustomed to.

"No. The answer is no, I don't know how to put on a condom. Not like I need one when I eat pussy..." The words slipped out before I could catch myself. "Sorry", I muttered, glancing down.

 

[saedo]

The sudden lack of confidence Serena displayed was unexpected. She always seemed so in command of her sexuality. Yet now she seemed most unsettled by the prospect. "I'm scared. I know I want to experiment, but I don't even know where to start...

I reached across the space between us on the couch and patted her on the knee. "Hey, there's no need for that. Scariest part about sex is being naked with someone else for the first time. Judging from your track record, you're pretty comfortable with that. Just because it's a naked guy versus a naked girl shouldn't make much difference."

But with girls, it's easy," Serena countered. "I can do to them what I know I like having done to me...."

I bit my lip to curtail my urge to guffaw, resulting in my torso shaking with silent laughter. "Sorry," I gasped at last. "I swear I'm not mocking you. It's just I've never heard any woman ever suggest that getting a guy off might be difficult."

I could see by the look in her eyes that Serena didn't care for my flippancy, so I forced myself to regain my composure. "Sorry, sorry, I know this seems scary when you're young and inexperienced. But trust me, it's not that complicated."

I sat back into the couch. "I know you know about the birds and the bees, so we can skip the lecture. Alright, basically with a guy, it's mostly about the cock. (Or penis, if you wanna be clinical, but best to be informal.) Just stroke that with your hand or your mouth or . . .." A feeling of parental embarrassment stole over me as if contemplated penetration. ". . . or whatever," I said, chickening out. "As long as you use a light touch and take it slow at first, he'll be fine. You then just have him do whatever you find pleasurable and then you both win."

" But," I continued, "if you are thinking about having actual sex, you need to use condoms. First, that means you need to carry some in your purse or whatever; a good guy will bring one, but you should be prepared. Second, you make sure he puts it on."

I could see the concern in her eyes. "Hmm. You've probably never really seen one up close, you?" I mused. I glanced towards the stairs. This conversation was getting way outside the "get to know your stepdaughter" guidelines I'd expected. Still, weren't these uncomfortable questions part of being a parent - even just a step-parent?

I sighed in resignation. "If you want to actually see one, I've probably got some condoms in the bedroom that I could show you."

 

[LovelyLuna]

My blood boiled a bit as I heard Travis chuckle at me. It wasn't fair for him to make fun of me. I didn't know what I was doing with men, and I wasn't sure it was as easy as he was making it out to be. All I needed to do was stroke it? Yeah, right...

I rolled my eyes but continued to listen to Travis' advice. He wasn't telling me that he couldn't help me, or asking me to talk to my mother about all this. And he was actually taking my concerns into consideration. I was grateful for that, especially since there had been little to no indication prior to this experience that would have suggested that a conversation like this would go so swimmingly.

My ears perked up at Travis' question about seeing a cock close up. I had seen plenty online. My trusty Macbook and speedy wireless internet connection gave me easy access to as much virtual cock as I wanted. But a real live one? Attached to a man and everything? No, that I had never done.

"If you want to actually see one..."

Was he really going to offer his own -

"I've probably got some condoms in the bedroom that I could show you."

Right.

"Yeah, I mean, I think that would be helpful. If I could just... touch one. See how they feel." The innuendo between us was playful. But we were definitely talking about condoms, and not about cocks, a fact that I sort of lamented at this point.

Easing onto the balls of my feet and standing, I stretched my arms above my head, popping my shoulders a bit. Then I grabbed my half empty beer bottle and took a swig before backing my way out of the living room.

"In your bedroom, then?" I grinned and turned, padding to the stairs before skipping up them, headed for the master bedroom that my mom and Travis shared. I had spent many a night in this room when I was younger, but it had been a while now since I had ventured over the threshold. I pressed my fingertips against the door and pushed tentatively, only opening it a few inches before turning to watch Travis as he came up the stairs behind me.

"Should I close my eyes? Is there anything in there I don't want to see?" I bit my lip playfully, stepping aside for Travis to lead the way.

"Hey, why do you have condoms anyway? You and mom use 'em?"

I hadn't much noticed it before, but now that I had stood up and walked around, I could feel the alcohol beginning to take effect. I wasn't drunk, not by any means, but I was definitely feeling buzzed. And asking Travis a candid question about whether or not he and my mom used protection was a clear indication of the buzz I had going.

 

[saedo]

Serena nodded as she responded. "Yeah, I mean, I think that would be helpful. If I could just... touch one. See how they feel."

Dammit. As soon as I'd said it, I doubted my choice. Did I really want to be showing her something like condoms? Shouldn't I trust her to be smart enough to figure it out on her own?

But then there was the alternative scenario where Serena was just a nervous, inexperienced virgin who panicked in the heat of the moment and made a mistake that wound up with her pregnant. Whom would Julie blame if that came to pass? Me. Did I really want to gamble on a clueless novice not doing something foolish?

"Sure, great, let's go," I directed with a false smile. I got up and headed towards the stairs. Serena bounced ahead of me, her ass jiggling attractively as she bounded up the stairs.

She opened the bedroom door and let me lead the way. "Hey, why do you have condoms anyway? You and mom use 'em?"

"That's none of your -!" I began heatedly before I caught myself. As much as I didn't want to have this conversation with her, I could hardly talk about her use of contraception while making my use a forbidden topic.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that," I demurred. "No, your mom and I don't use them. Your mother likes the feel . . . ." I trailed off, recognizing that Julie might not want her daughter knowing just what her mother enjoyed in bed.

". . . Uh, your mother likes to use the pill now that we're married," I continued. "These are from beforehand. Just ones I never used."
I opened a drawer on my bedside table and rooted around inside.

"Here's one." I handed Serena a shiny foil package labeled Trojan Magnum XL. "Now for the real thing, you should get a fresh one; this has probably expired. Also, you should probably get a regular size because this would be too big for most. But it will certainly work for demonstration purposes. Just tear the foil along the edge there to open it."

 

[LovelyLuna]

After settling onto the edge of the bed, I obliged, taking the shiny foil wrapper from Travis' hand and working a tear into it. But my mind was on the fact that I was holding a Magnum XL and that it apparently was Travis' condom of choice. I wasn't an idiot. I knew that men who used Magnums had to be extremely well endowed. The fact that Travis had felt the need to warn me about their size felt a bit suspicious. But I tried to push that thought out of my head, focusing on the task at hand.

Ripping the pack open, I slid the lubed up large condom out of its wrapper and dangled it in midair. I held it between just my thumb and forefinger, a bit disgusted by the powdery scent wafting from it. I didn't like latex. It was a gross smell, and I quite honestly was not looking forward to having to fiddle with one of these every time I had sex.

"What am I supposed to do with it? Put it on my finger? It's way too big for that..." I trailed off, glancing up at Travis to meet his eyes. He dropped a few other condoms on the bed beside my leg before reaching to take the one I had in my hand from me. Unrolling it, he worked to get the condom open. It was difficult without a prototype, however.

"It's probably a lot easier if I've got a hard cock in front of me, huh?"

 

[saedo]

Serena removed the foil and slipped out the condom. She held it gingerly between forefinger and thumb and regarded it suspiciously. What am I supposed to do with it? Put it on my finger? It's way too big for that..."

"Here, let me show you." I said, taking it from her. I quickly regretted my confidence. I had to fumble with it for some time before I finally got it to unroll.

"It's probably a lot easier if I've got a hard cock in front of me, huh?" Serena remarked.

I smirked at her. "Well, that's never not the case when I use one of these. But in truth, I rarely had to do it; usually the girl puts it on me. So you should know how so you can put one on if the need arises."

 

[LovelyLuna]

Looking at the unrolled length and girth of the condom, I was actually taken aback. I figured Travis had to have a big dick if he was using Magnum XLs - but this looked enormous. And it was going to stretch?

I shuddered imperceptibly before reaching out to take the condom from his hand. "Travis... this thing is humongous..." I could feel the alcohol surging further into my system. I didn't drink, almost ever. So the one beer that Travis had granted me during dinner was really getting to me. My comment came out flirtatious, suggestive, inappropriate... but I couldn't even stop myself. "You sure these are the condoms you use?"

I caught myself eyeing the front of Travis' crotch, wondering if he was hard at all. I was already tingling, but my overactive sexual appetite kept me almost constantly wet. But this moment was different. I felt a strange sort of energy passing between my stepfather and I. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that I sat vulnerable and prone on his bed at the moment. Maybe it was the fact that my mom was out of town, and I felt like I could relax and let my hair down with her gone. Maybe it was the proximity between my body and Travis' cloth-covered cock.

Whatever it was, I was feeling naughty. But how far could I realistically let this go? There really wasn't any harm in flirting. If I kept it at that, everything would be fine. What my mom didn't know couldn't hurt her.

 

[saedo]

Travis... this thing is humongous... Serena looked at the several inches of latex now in her hands with disbelief writ large on her face. "You sure these are the condoms you use?"

I smirked; hers was hardly the first dubious female reaction I'd encountered. "Yes, I'm sure. When I wear condoms, that is."

The look in her eye suggested she was far from convinced. I thought it a tad presumptuous for her to suggest I wasn't being truthful about my junk when she'd freely admitted she'd never seen one in three flesh. But at her age, I probably thought I knew everything, too.

"Look, let's just say that I'm a bit of an outlier in the size department. Now probably any guy you're likely to meet would find a regular size condom fit just fine. But for someone like me, regular is too tight. So I need a magnum."

Serena cast an inquisitive glance at my jeans, but the bulky denim offered little guidance as to what lurked beneath. There'd be no disguising the cylindrical bulge extending along my inner thigh if I let myself get aroused, but in a flaccid state, my jeans only suggested the usual male "package" in the crotch.

Now in a normal situation, I'd just drop my pants and prove a doubting female wrong. But I couldn't do that with Serena. That would be inappropriate, right? I mean, she was old enough and she was only my stepdaughter, but that wouldn't be proper, would it? Or would it?

I held up a hand to forestall the question I could see dancing on the tip of her tongue. "Don't ask me how many inches. More than average." I paused. "A lot more."

The look in her eyes suggested that I couldn't get out of this without some detail. "Okay, let's try this. Give me your hand." I took her offered right paw and curled her thumb and forefinger together into a tight circle. "Now probably most of the ones you might encounter are probably about that big around.

I then took her left hand and had her form a single wide circle using the forefingers and thumbs of both hands. As she gaped at me through the center, I explained."That's fairly close to being wide enough to encircle mine."

 

[LovelyLuna]

Travis' demonstration was pseudo helpful in determining just how big his cock was. But the fact of the matter was, I had never seen a cock in real life. I was never going to fully understand the anatomy of a man until I was able to see it and feel it and explore it for myself.

It seemed silly that Travis was using my hands and fingers to give me a better picture of the size of his cock, when his cock was right there, just a few feet from me. I eyed him through the sizable hole he had created with my thumbs and forefingers, my mouth agape.

"I'm still having trouble visualizing, honestly... how does a cock of that mass fit inside of a woman? I mean, I've got some experience with female genitalia and it has never seemed to be big enough to take something that size..." I ran a hand through my hair, feeling my body temperature rising as the familiar sensation began between my legs. I was getting all worked up, hot and bothered by the discussion of male genitalia between me and my stepfather. I knew that a big part of it was the forbidden aspect of it. If my mom had been home, this conversation would never have been happening. "And what about a girl like me? I'd venture to say I've got one of the tightest pussies in the world based on the fact that it's never been penetrated by so much as a sex toy let alone a cock. You're really telling me you can get balls deep in somebody?" I trailed off here, realizing that I was crossing over into dangerous territory. But I couldn't help it. The words were coming out unbidden and I meant what I was saying.

I groaned and lay back on the bed, stretching my back a bit, my flat stomach becoming visible underneath the hem of my loose tank top. My breasts were threatening to break free of the fabric as I arched my back, but they stayed just barely contained. I tilted to look back over at Travis, letting my eyes linger on his crotch again.

"Hey, I have an idea..."

 

[saedo]

Serena gaped at me through the circle of her fingers. I'm still having trouble visualizing, honestly... how does a cock of that mass fit inside of a woman?

"No woman who has tried has ever found it to big to fit," I replied, choosing my words carefully. There certainly had been a few who'd been too timid to even make the attempt. Still, those had nearly all been in my younger years when both I and the girls had been sexual novices. With experience, I'd gotten better at the art of seduction. Likewise, I found that females who'd already had a few sexual partners tended to be more intimidated than terrified of my obscenely huge cock.

"Besides," I continued, "the female anatomy is designed to pass an entire baby through there. If it can handle that, it can handle a dick of any size."

Serena remained skeptical. Her eyes stared at my crotch as if she might develop X-ray vision by willpower alone. "You're really telling me you can get balls deep in somebody?

I wagged a finger at her. "That's different. You're talking depth now and that's not quite the same. Some women have shorter vaginas than others, so yeah, sometimes my cock is too long to fit all the way inside. But that's not saying that it's too big to fit inside at all."

Serena said nothing, but remained focused on the crotch of my jeans. I could practically see the little gears in her head turning. "Hey, I have an idea. . . ," she started.

"Hold up," I interrupted. "I know what you're going to say. You want to see it, don't you?"

Serena said nothing, but I could her reaction as easily as if it had been written in permanent marker across her forehead. I sighed. This was getting into a weird area. Still, she was just trying to learn, right? Did her mother really want her trying to learn this stuff on the Internet? Or from clueless horn-dog frat boy in the back of a car? Perhaps I should regard this as a teachable moment.

"Okay, okay," I consented. "But a couple of ground rules. First, you have to undress me. I don't want you telling your friends that I exposed myself to you, like you were just a passive observer. You want this, you are an active participant in the unveiling."

"Second, you can look, but you can't touch." This was as much for my protection as hers. Granted, it wasn't like I couldn't stop myself from getting hard whenever my dick got touched; I'd never gotten wood during my annual physical. But then I usually got examined by a 50 year-old male doctor in a white lab coat, not a scantily clad teenager with melon-sized breasts. Better not to take the chance.

I stood with my feet shoulder-width apart and put my hands on my hips. "One time offer," I declared. "Either take it or you never mention the idea again."