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Dannye was my seventeen year old step-sister. She became my step-sister when my dad married Marianne, my new step mom. My real mother had abandoned our family for another guy, and while my mom and I were still close, that special bond we had never really solidified as I got into my teenage years, especially since her new husband didn’t want “bratty teenagers” around his house. I was happy when my dad married Marianne, because for the very first time in a long time, there wasn’t a lot of screaming and yelling in the house and because Marianne was cool. She never pushed me to do anything and she left me to do whatever I wanted to do. Yes, I had chores to do, but once they were done, I was free to go to the mall, hang out with friends or just be lazy. I had two real close friends–Paul and Mickey. Paul was one year younger than me and Mickey one year younger than Paul. I liked Paul the best, because he had a sister who was a cheerleader and although she was a year older than me, I thought she was next best thing to peach ice cream. Unfortunately, she had her own circle of friends. Dannye was a year younger than me. For the most part, we got along pretty well, except when she invaded my gaming room. “You don’t touch my games,” I told her, “…and I won’t play with your dolls or make-up.” When we were younger, we used to have make-believe family fights with my GI Joe always winning over her Barbie Doll. As we grew older, we did silly things that only the two of us could relate to. “Please, please, please,” Dannye begged, “I have to know what my eye shadow looks like before I put it on.” I acquiesced. Dannye took a step back from me, after marking me up and said, “Blue eye shadow is not your color.” I had to agree. We were sitting by the pool, drinking a beer, Paul and Mickey and I. I remember the summer night like it was yesterday. We thought we were cool, drinking beer. I had just turned eighteen and was in my senior year of high school. Paul and Mickey still had a bit of maturing to go. Paul nodded his head at Mickey and they both looked up at the second floor bedroom window. Dannye was walking back and forth, talking on her cell phone. She was silhouetted in the light of the room. I hadn’t given much thought to the physical development of Dannye, mainly because she was my step-sister and I saw her every day. “Man,” Paul remarked, “Dannye has some great ta-tas.” “Dude,” Bağcılar escort bayan I remarked, “that’s my step-sister!” “She still has some great ta-tas,” Paul reiterated. I chalked Paul’s comments up to Paul being Paul. He was a bit on the crude side. A few days later, as I was lying on my bed, Dannye wandered in and asked me where everyone was. “Who is ‘everyone’?” I asked. “Paul and Mickey,” she replied. “I don’t know, probably off circle-jerking somewhere,” I replied. I was annoyed because I was trying to play a new on-line video game. Dannye rolled her eyes and plopped down on my bed beside me. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Playing a new game,” I replied. “Can I watch?” she asked. “Are you that bored?”  “Yes, Betty is out with Chuck, Chick is out with Sam and the Cat in the Hat is stoned,” Dannye replied, propping her head up in the palm of her hand, as she lay prone on her stomach next to me. I loved the nick names she had for her friends. I zapped a zombie. Yes!! “I saw you guys drinking beer by the pool,” Dannye remarked, as another zombie approached me. “You should have come down and joined us,” I replied, zapping the Zombie with my ray gun. “So I could be a part of the circle-jerk?” Dannye replied, “I don’t think so.” “Well, you were putting on a pretty good show,” I replied, as I zapped two additional zombies. “Show?” What show?” Dannye asked. “Oh please,” I responded as another zombie exploded on my laptop. “You know what you were doing.” Dannye was totally clueless. I keyed her in on what had transpired. “Even Paul made a comment about your boobs,” I said. “My boobs? What boobs?” Dannye replied. “Oh please,” I replied, zapping zombies, left and right, “Your ta-tas, your tits, those delectable melons on your chest.” Dannye glanced down at her chest and back at me. “Delectable?” she asked. “OK, maybe they aren’t delectable,” I replied, “but they are noticeable.” “You noticed my boobs?” Dannye inquired. “No, no, no,” I replied, “Paul and Mickey did.” Actually, I had noticed them as well, but I didn’t want to be perceived as some type of pervert. “And you’re telling me,” Dannye pressed, “that you didn’t notice them as well?” “No,” I replied. I was lying through my teeth and Dannye knew it. Dannye flipped on to her back and stared at the ceiling. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. My sister had boobs. Escort Arnavutköy I felt kind of weird thinking about it, but at the same time, I was turned on. “Do you want to see them?” Dannye asked. “See what?” I replied. I knew what she meant, but I couldn’t bring myself to say “Yes.” “My boobs,” Dannye replied. “That’s sick,” I replied. “You’re my sister.” “Step-sister,” Dannye replied, “And no, it is not weird–they’re just boobies.” “No,” I argued back, “It is weird.” Dannye stayed quiet for a second and then she rolled back on to her side and faced me. I was lying on my back, my laptop on my stomach. I zapped another zombie and got a three-for-one kill. “Yes!” I exclaimed, pumping my first. Dannye grabbed my laptop and closed the cover. “Hey!” I protested, trying to re-open the cover. “I want to show you my boobies!” Dannye pressed. “OK, fine,” I acquiesced. Dannye sat up on my bed, cross-legged. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her small but fine looking boobs to me. Her nipples looked liked pencil erasers, sticking out on the ends of her small mounds. “What do you think?” Dannye asked. “Looks like tits to me,” I replied, grabbing my laptop from her lap. “You are horrible!” Dannye replied, obviously upset. She stomped out of my bedroom, her t-shirt in hand. I minimized the game window and instantly, I was back in the chat room with the seductress of my dreams. “Thanks guys,” the on-line porno queen typed in the chat room. “I am going private now, so if you want to see the real thing, be sure to put in your credit card number.” The screen froze at that point. “Fuck!” I mumbled under my breath. I closed out the window and thought about Dannye. I wondered down the hall, intent on apologizing to her. As I approached her bedroom, I could see her door was slightly open. I started to go in, when I heard her moan. I stopped short of entering and peeked in the small opening of the door. Dannye was lying on her bed, dressed only in her pink panties. She had her fingers stuck deep into her panties. I couldn’t believe it. I stood mesmerized, my cock getting harder and harder. My sister was masturbating right in front of me. I could tell the exact moment she got off, because she banged on the bed with her fist, while fingering herself in a wild frenzy. I had never seen Dannye completely naked, much less masturbating. Avcılar escort I jerked off all the time and this was the first time I had come to realize that girls do the same thing. The sight of seeing her fingering herself really turned me on. I quickly slipped back down the hall and took out my rock hard cock. Within seconds, I was shooting my load, into a bathroom towel, that I held in front of me. A couple of days went by and not much was said between Dannye and myself. Finally, I approached her as she was sitting alone by the pool one afternoon. Our parents were both at work. I took up a seat, next to Dannye. She was wearing her traditional cut off shorts and a midriff bearing t-shirt. “I want to apologize,” I began. Dannye cut me off. “No, It’s my fault,” she replied. “I was in a funky mood and it was wrong of me to do that.” “No,” I countered, “It was OK, in fact, as bad as I hate to admit it, and I hope you don’t think of me as a pervert, but it kind of turned me on.” “You’re no pervert,” Dannye replied. “You’re my step-brother.” “A perverted step-brother,” I replied, hoping a bit of self-shaming might get me back in her good graces. “No more than me being a perverted step-sister,” Dannye replied. “Yeah,” I replied, “You know, you really should close your bedroom door before . . .” I caught myself mid-sentence and stopped. “You are a pervert!” Dannye exclaimed. “I can’t believe you would spy on me like that!” “I wasn’t spying,” I argued back. “You left your door open.” “You pervert!” “I might be a pervert, but who is the bigger pervert? Me for spying or you for leaving the door open?” I shot back. “I can’t believe you would spy on me like that!” Dannye argued. I didn’t have a response. After a few seconds of silence, Dannye countered, “I knew you were watching.” “Bullshit! You didn’t even know I was there.” “Yes, I did,” Dannye argued back. “No, you didn’t.”  “Yes, I did.” “No you didn’t!” I replied. Our argument was going nowhere fast. I stayed quiet, because I knew eventually, Dannye would cave in and admit I was right. All I had to do is wait. After a few minutes of silence, Dannye asked, “So did you like what you saw?” “Yes,” I replied. “Yes?” Dannye responded, “Just a simple ‘yes’?” “Yes.”  “You are horrible!” Dannye responded. “Absolutely fucking horrible!” “Thank you,” I sarcastically replied. “That’s the last time I jerk off for you!” Dannye remarked. “Oh please,” I replied, “Like you were jerking off because of me. . .You’re a horny bitch, and you just can’t control yourself!?” “Bitch?” Dannye exclaimed, “Did you just call me a bitch?” “Yes,” I replied. I knew I had crossed a line. I immediately apologized. Dannye sat up in her chair and stared at me.

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