Here is the first in a series I am writing. This is the first story I have posted on here, so any feedback will be appreciated! There isnt a whole lot of sex in this one, it's mostly story, but the next part will be MUCH hotter I promise. Let me know what you think.
I have no idea how I got here. 6 months ago I was living alone on the south side of Chicago, barely making ends meet. Now I live in a huge estate in northern California with 5 women with more money than I can ever use. How did this happen you might ask? Let me give you the shortened version.
When I was a little boy, long before I can remember really, my dad left my mom and me. We never heard from him again, and for a long time she never spoke about him. I never knew his name for most of my life. We were alone, and we were both fine with it. We moved from place to place for a while, my mom taking jobs wherever she could, and we wound up in Chicago. It was there my mom got sick. I was a freshmen in high school when my mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and in the beginning of my sophomore year, she died. I moved in with some friends of my mom who cared about her, and kept going to school. I was devastated by the loss of my mom, and it was then that I heard from my father for the first time since he left. He told me his name was Michael Arthur, he came to Chicago after he found out about my mom looking for me. Apparently when my mom got sick she didn't want me to be alone, so she got in contact with my dad. She told him we were in Chicago, but not where exactly, and that she was sick. She died before she told him where I was, and so he came to Chicago, hired a team of private investigators, and tracked me down. I remember meeting him for the first time, I can't express the amount of rage and hatred I had for that man all my life, and meeting him only intensified that. Not only had my dad left us to survive on our own, he became wildly successful afterwards. I never bothered asking the details, but I guess he came into a little bit of money, moved out west, made a lucky investment during the .com boom, and managed to pull his money out right before it crashed, leaving him with millions. He then made more good investments, acquiring a massive fortune. Along the way, he remarried, and had 4 daughters.
He wanted me to move out west with him and live with him and his new family. When I told him to go to hell, he said that while I didn't have much choice in the matter. He didn't want to force me, but he also wanted to make up for not being there. He said that I would stay there until I graduated high school, then after that, he would let me go. He said he would be willing to pay for my education, and if I still wanted nothing to do with him, he would let me walk away with 5 million dollars. I really wasn't impressed by his bribes, but I didn't really have anywhere else to go at the moment. The people I was staying with were stretched thin already without having me around as a burden. They would never admit it, but they couldn't support me. Not like he could. I didn't like it, but I left with him anyways. I said it would be under two conditions; first, if I wanted out, 18 or no, there wasn't a damn thing he was going to do to make me stay. I may have had my mom's help most of my life, but I wasn't useless. I could take care of myself. The second condition was that I wasn't going to call him "Dad." He lost that right when he left me and my mom. He agreed and we left.
I should have gotten an idea of how loaded Michael really was when we got to the airport. We didn't bother going through the terminal, we went straight out onto the tarmac, where he had a private jet waiting for us.
"Is that yours?" I asked as we stepped inside.
"Technically it belongs to the firm I own, but I have personal use of it whenever I want. It's yours to use if you ever want too." He replied.
"Don't you think you're laying it on a little heavy? At this rate you'll run out of shit to bribe me with." I said as I glanced out the window.
He took a seat across from me and smirked. "Oh, I don't think we have to worry about that just yet."
I really didn't know how to respond to that. I thought he was just being cocky. I was proven wrong however when we arrived. We flew into San Francisco, and took a helicopter north.
"Firm pay for this too?" I asked Michael.
"Nope. This baby is all mine." He said with a smile.
Jesus, a personal chopper?
I think we must have flown for about an hour or so, I dozed off. When I woke up we were somewhere over Napa Valley, I looked out the window and could see hills covered in rows of grape vines.
"Good you're up" Michael said. He was playing with a tablet, but put it down on the seat next to him and looked at me. "We are almost there. A few minutes now. Your step-mom is waiting for us at the helipad. She will drive us up to the house. I think you will like her, she's a very sweet woman." He had an uneasy look when he said that.
"She know that I'm coming?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, she's really excited about it." He didn't sound that convincing.
"You sure about that?"
"Well, I may have failed to mention a few details to her."
"Like?" I was starting to get a little nervous, I didn't really want to walk into a marital spat right off the bat.
"Well, she doesn't really know that you are going to be staying with us. She thinks you are just visiting, to meet the family. She also doesn't know about your mother." He had a pathetic look of guilt.
"What do you mean she doesn't know about my mother?" This was starting to annoy me.
"She doesn't know that she and I were married, or that you are my son, or that she... well, you know." He trailed off.
Things were starting to click. "Ah, so who am I exactly? Anything else she doesn't know?"
He was silent for a minute. "There are a lot of things she doesn't know. Before I met her, when I was with your mother. I was a different person then, and not for the better. After I left you two... Look you may never forgive me for what I did, and I'm not asking you to, but just don't judge the life I have or the people in it because of the wrongs I've done to you."
I couldn't believe this guy. "A different life, huh? One without me."
"Yeah." He refused to look me in the eye.
We didn't talk the rest of the way. When we landed I could see a woman standing by a car worth more than two year's rent at my apartment in Chicago. As soon as the blades of the helicopter stopped she came up. As she walked up I could tell she was a bombshell. Long locks of curly golden blonde hair framed what was easily one of the most beautiful faces I have ever seen. As I looked down I saw an exquisite frame, huge melon sized breasts that were surprisingly pert. It could have been some kind of bra, or just fake tits, but either way, they were a real treat to look at. If I had to describe her body in one word it would be this, tight. It was obvious that this was a woman who stayed in incredible shape. Holy hell, I was worried that I might get a raging boner right there.
She went up to Michael and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then turned to me.
"You must be David." We shook hands, which were soft as silk.
"David, let me introduce you to my wife, Angela. Angela this is David, Cheryl's son." Michael introduced us with a sudden change in personality, he was suddenly cheery sounding. It seemed strange to me, but I didn't really have much experience with the interactions of husbands and wives. I ignored it.
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Arthur." I said.
"Oh please, call me Angie. Mrs. Arthur makes me feel ancient and only Michael calls me Angela. How long are you going to be staying with us? Michael wasn't very specific on the details." At this Michael cut in.
"Well sweetie I've been meaning to talk to you about that, can we talk about it back at the house? David here could use a bit of rest, and I'm betting he's pretty hungry too." He didn't bother waiting for a response and headed over to the car followed by Angie. I picked up my bag and followed them to the car.
We arrived to the house about 10 minutes later. I say house but in reality it was like a miniature castle. It was settled on top of a large hill overlooking a large pasture of grape vines. We pulled up and were greeted by three miniature versions of Angie, each prettier than the next. My half-sisters I assumed.
We got out of the car and I noticed the two girls on the right whispering to each other and giggling. Angie took over the introductions starting with the girl on the left.
"This is Lacey, she is our youngest, she will be turning 11 in a week." Lacey gave me a tiny nod. I was surprised at her age, I hadn't met many 11 year olds who looked that mature. She was about 4'11'', with a slender frame, and already pushing a b-cup. Puberty seemed to be hitting this girl hard and fast. I didn't have much time to admire the view before she moved on to the next girl who was slightly taller but much more developed and staring intently at her toes.
"This is our 13 year old Christina, or Tina as she likes to be called." Tina was even hotter than Lacey, at about 5'1'' she had a C-cup easy, with slightly more curves on her hips than her younger sister, but they looked like they were still growing. She would be a cock tease for sure soon. She gave me a tentative hi and was looking back at her feet. The last girl however was looking me head on with a lustful hunger in her eyes.
"This young lady here is Bethany. She just turned 15 about a month ago." Bethany held out her hand for me to shake, but held it palm down, as if I were meant to kiss it.
"The name is Beth. Nice to meet you." I shook her hand and did a quick once over. She had hair like her mothers, long, curly and golden blonde. She was easily a d-cup, wearing a sexy low cut t-shirt exposing her cleavage. She had great curves sloping down her body, and I would bet anything that when she turned around, she would have an ass like no other.
Michael was looking around like someone was missing.
"Where is Mandy? Shouldn't she be here?" He asked Angie.
Angie looked at Beth before answering. "I guess she is still out riding. Beth didn't you two ride out together? What happened?"
Beth got a little flushed before answering. "She wanted to keep riding."
Michael frowned. "Didn't she know that we were coming back today?"
Beth seemed to lose her nerve upon direct questioning. "Yeah, she just said that she wanted to keep riding. I don't know where she is now."
Michael looked annoyed. "You got to be kidding me. She always does this."
"Does what?" A high seductive voice asked. David turned to the heavenly voice and his jaw dropped. As much as he thought Angie was beautiful, Mandy was just as sexy. But where Angie was more of a classical beauty, Mandy was pure sex appeal. The way she walked, the way she moved, the sultry fire in her eyes, everything about her put my cock in overdrive. Her double d tits were practically bouncing out of her tight button down flannel shirt. Any chance of trying to keep my dignity was lost when I saw her strut over to where I was standing. I couldn't help but stare shamelessly.
"Mandy, we were just wondering where you were." Michael said as his fox of a daughter came up and gave him a hug. "Mandy I want you to meet David, he's going to be staying with us for a while."
"It's nice to meet you David." As I shook her hand I nearly came in my pants. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could totally see her nipples poking through her shirt. I couldn't stop staring at her tits, and when I was able to pull my eyes away I could see Mandy watching me. She was smirking at me and let go of my hand.
"Well David let's get you settled in, I'm sure you want to rest up a bit, then we can give you a tour of the house." Angie said. We all went inside the house, where my mind was blown once again. The foyer alone was bigger than any of the apartments I've ever lived in. I didn't really get a great view of the house but then again I was tired, and didn't really feel like taking another 20 minutes to tour around. Angie took me up to a massive guest bedroom, with an amazing view of the countryside. There was a large balcony that I could walk out onto with a couple of lounge chairs to enjoy the view.
"So this is where you will be sleeping, I had everything made up before you got here. There is you own private bathroom there with a shower and whirlpool if you want to soak for a bit. After your nap feel free to explore around the house, if you want to go out on the grounds I'm sure one of the girls would love to show you around. Do you need anything? Towels are in the bathroom, and you can just come fine me or Michael if you need anything else." She turned and left the room, but not before I got a nice view of her stunning ass. I was a little happy she was leaving, because I had a massive hard on that I was having a rough time hiding.
I looked around the room, and the bathroom, both of which were nicer than I have ever been in before, then turned to the king sized bed. I took off my shirt and jeans and went to lay down. I was didn't think that I was that tired, but I don't remember going to sleep.
I woke up to the noise of running water. I thought it was raining and looked outside to a blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Which confused the hell out of me. I suddenly remembered where I was and that there was a bathroom attached. I looked over and saw the door partially open, someone was taking a shower in my bathroom. I slowly got up and walked over, I wasn't trying to peep on anyone I was just curious as to who was using it. It didn't seem to me like this place would be in short supply of amenities like spare bathrooms. I heard a low moan come out of the bathroom and my ears perked up.
As I walked up to the doorway I could got a perfect view of a beautiful blonde completely nude in the shower, it was one of the older girls, but I still couldn't tell if it was Mandy or Beth. Not that I really gave a shit, it was all I could do not to whip my cock out and start beating it furiously right then and there. I willed in my mind for her to turn just a little bit so I could get a better view and soon got my wish as she turned completely around, giving me a wonderful view of her nude front. Mandy, my half sister, was even hotter than when I saw her before. I imagined her naked as soon as I saw her, but could not have dreamed that she would look this fucking hot!
I tried not to drool as I watched her lather her soapy tits, which had light pink areolas that blended in perfectly with her lightly tanned breasts. Her nipples were pert as buttons. She had a perfectly smooth toned stomach that led down to her hot mound. She had a perfect triangle of blonde pubic hair, ending in a point just above her puffy outer lips. I could barely make out her clit through the steam.
I kept staring as she moved her hands from her chest down to her pussy. She lathered her pubic hair to a nice soapy mixture, then began rubbing her pussy. It was an amazing experience for me. I couldn't take my eyes away as she began playing with herself right in front of me. Her eyes were closed as she began rubbing along her slit, and let out a slight moan as she inserted a finger into herself. She slowly thrust it in and out until she inserted another finger. She started working herself faster and faster as her moans became louder and louder.
Her left hand moved up to play with her lathered tits again, and she kept pulling both of her nipples, going back and forth. This was easily the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. I had experience with girls, but not a whole lot. I had sex a few times before, but never anything to brag about, and the only experience with women masturbating was whatever I saw on the internet. But none of that compared to the pure ecstasy and eroticism of watching a real, stunning woman pleasure herself right in front of your eyes. I couldn't help but reach down and start rubbing my rock hard cock which was poking out of the front hole in my boxers. I started slow at first but couldn't stop myself from going faster and faster, trying to match the movements of her hand. I leaned my head back and let out another soft moan when I heard a shriek. Mandy opened her eyes and saw me.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She shouted. Like a deer in the headlights, I froze with my mouth open and my hand on my raging hard cock.
"I, uh-." I couldn't think of anything to say, I could have sworn I saw her look down at my cock.
"Get the fuck out!" She shouted again. My body jumpstarted into action and I quickly shut the door. Holy fuck, what the hell just happened? I was jacking off to my half sister. A pit started to grow in my stomach, and after every second it doubled in size. I quickly got dressed and was sitting on the bed, I wasn't sure what to do but I thought it would be a good idea to try and see what she was going to do.
I sat there for what seemed like an eternity, thinking I was in such deep shit when I heard the shower turn off. I was prepared to get my ass chewed, and possibly ending my very short trip here. So needless to say that when Mandy walked out of the bathroom with just her towel wrapped around her I made sure to keep my eyes down. I didn't say a word as she stood in the doorway staring at me.
"You like what you saw, perv?" She asked. I stayed silent. I chanced a look up at her and couldn't believe my eyes. She was smiling.
"I'd say from that stiffy you're sporting down there you did. Has it gone down any? Or were you still jacking it before I came out?" She was even sexier than in the shower. Listening to her talk like that was a serious turn on. I tried to hide my boner as subtly as I could, but she was waiting for me to do just that.
"Oh, are we still on full salute?" She started to walk towards me. I didn't seem to be able to move or speak. I couldn't believe this was happening. She kept stalking over to me, a seductive stride that made my cock throb. She stopped right in front of me, just out of my reach.
"Well? Did you want a closer look?" She reached up and let the towel drop to the floor. She still had beads of water clinging to her tits. As my eyes roamed downwards I stopped at her mound. Her golden pubic hair was wavy as it led down to her sexy pussy lips. I could see moisture around her pussy and I couldn't tell if that was from the shower or if she was just that horny. I wanted to reach out and touch her but stopped myself, I didn't want to get into any more trouble.
She seemed to sense what I was thinking. She let her hands slide down from her erect nipples down her stomach and over her lips. A fresh batch of moisture seemed to be seeping from in-between her lips. I was speechless, I couldn't stop staring but didn't want to move, as if it would stop this incredible dream from continuing. But despite my hormonal bliss, there was something nagging at me, she was my sister, half or not we were still related. I needed to put a stop to it. Fuck my rational side.
"Uh, Mandy look, not that I'm not interested, I am. It's just that Michael is your dad--." But before I could finish she cut me off.
"Michael isn't my dad." she said with a incredulous smile.
"What? He isn't?" I asked dumfounded. She started to giggle at my confusion.
"No, I was born before he and my mom got together. My dad died before I was even born. Michael is my step-dad." The look of slightly confused relief made her giggle a little more. God it was intoxicating. "Does that change things?" She asked with a sultry smile. That was all the invitation I needed, I was in. I didn't really give a flying fuck if I pissed off Michael or not, especially not with a completely naked woman standing in front of me, throwing herself at me. Fuck that, I couldn't have shown any restraint for someone I liked, let alone that asshole.
"Hell fucking yeah it does!" And with that I stood up, stepped over to her and kissed her. I knew then it was what she wanted when she wrapped her arms around my neck and practically shoved her tongue into my mouth. She was about 6 inches shorter than I was, and had to stand on her tip toes to reach me. We kept making out as my hands roamed down her back and on top of her perfectly shaped bare ass. It was all muscle, which judging by the size and roundness of it was something else. I traced my hand over her cheek and down along her crack, while my left began to roam towards her front. Before I got the chance to get to the good parts however she broke off, pushing me back hard.
I wasn't expecting that, and fell back onto the bed. For a second I thought I had done something wrong, but as she bent over me I relaxed. She slowly started to pull down on my boxers, and I lifted my middle up to allow her to slide them all of the way off. My cock was rock hard and at full salute as she kneeled down and stared hungrily at my throbbing meat. She slowly slid her fingers around my base and lowered her supple lips to the tip of my head, kissing it lightly. I couldn't help but shudder as she began to slip her warm mouth down my shaft all the way down to the base.
I could tell right off the bat that this wasn't her first rodeo, if you get my meaning. I'm not hung like a horse or anything, but I'm above average, about 8 inches and a little on the thick side, and she took the whole thing down her throat like it was a popsicle.
After a few slow strokes up to the tip and down to the base, she started going faster and faster, but still going down all of the way to my balls. Jesus- titty-fucking-Christ she knew how to suck cock! She couldn't have been going at it for more than a few minutes before I felt my balls starting to stir. I started to moan as she kept bobbing her head faster and faster until she was throat fucking my cock all on her own.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum already!" I moaned. As soon as I said that she slowed down. She was looking up at me with my entire cock in her mouth and I could swear she was smiling. To my disappointment she stopped.
She pushed me back down completely on my back and crawled up to straddle my waist, I looked down and could see her pussy was dripping juices.
"Now for the really fun part." She whispered as she lined up her opening with my eager rod. Before I could respond she impaled herself on my cock letting out a loud moan as she did. She didn't waste any time riding and grinding on my cock like a bitch in heat.
"Oh fuck yes!" She moaned as she began riding me hard, her perfect tits were bounding up and down right in front of me, slapping my face every time she came down. Her cunt was sooo fucking tight! Not to mention every time she rose up her pussy clenched, milking my cock. I couldn't take much more of this without blowing, despite my best efforts to hold off.
"Jesus I'm cumming!" I yelled. That seemed to send her over the edge, and she began bucking her hips even harder.
"Oh god, me too! " She suddenly froze with my cock balls deep inside her, and her pussy was clamped tight on me as I shot my hot cum right inside her. Her breathing was shallow and in short gasps for nearly 30 seconds. She let out one more load moan of pleasure and collapsed on top of me. Her head resting on my shoulder. I could feel her breasts heaving against my chest. My cock was still a little hard and still inside of her. It felt way too good to take out, and I had no intention of doing it anytime soon.
I looked down at her face and saw that her eyes were closed with a satisfied smile on her face. I couldn't help but be pleased with myself, this day was getting better and better.
"Looks like you might need another shower. I think I could probably use one too." I said to her. She chuckled.
"Yeah, I think so. Here I was trying to get all cleaned up and you got me dirty again." She opened her eyes and looked into mine. They were amazing, a deep yet vibrant crystal blue. People went to war over eyes like that. I still couldn't get over how stunning this girl was, and the fact that I just came inside her made it seem all the more surreal.
"So," I said, "what do we do now?" I couldn't help but smile by the devious look that spread across her face.
"Well, since you are new here, why don't I give you a tour?" She asked.
"Sounds awesome, I think we have the bedroom covered, unless there is anything else I missed in here?" I said looking around. She pushed herself up off of my chest and sat still straddling me.
"I'm sure there is plenty of things I can show you in here, but why don't we move the tour into the bathroom. Have you used the shower?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.
"No, but I got a lovely demonstration on how it works." I said with a shit eating grin on my face. She started laughing. It was a beautiful laugh, not just because of the effect it had on her bouncing chest.
"Well, I guess you won't need my company while you're in there then." She made to get off of me but I stopped her laughing.
"Ok, you win, I think I could use a much closer demonstration of the shower." I said as I brought her into a bear hug against my chest.
"That's what I like to hear." She said softly as she bent over me for a kiss. We made out a little more, and once I started to get more handsy Mandy got up and walked into the bathroom, leaving me to stare at her amazing ass. I had no idea how I got into this, or what exactly I was getting into, but I knew that ass was worth it.