My name is Susan. I'd turned 18 a month ago, 5'5" tall, blonde, blue eyes and slim with B-cup breasts. I wish they were larger, but I've noticed my stepdad John looking at them a few times, so they can't be that bad. He probably notices them more as I rarely wear a bra under a tight top. It has to be the poking nipples that grabs his attention, they always seem to be hard! He's even told me I look cute when my hair is in a ponytail.
I have a sister, Sandra. In fact, we're twins. Identical twins. The only difference is that Sandra has D-cup breasts. Lucky cow.
John is 30, seven years younger than my mum, whom he married four years ago. He's six feet tall and has jet black hair. He plays football twice a week so has a fit body.
Anyway, John had accompanied me to spend the evening in the pub, drinking and playing pool. It was my idea as Sandra was staying at a friend's overnight, and mum had gone away for the week on a business trip, and I was bored.
I'd dressed up a bit as I'd had a bit of a crush on John since I was 16, and was half hoping something would happen while mum was away. Leather pencil skirt ending just above the knees, tight red sleeveless top (no bra again) and knee length black leather boots with 3 inch stiletto heels. I didn't bother with a coat as the sun was still out.
Dressing to impress seemed to have worked as I caught him a few times looking at my ass as I bent over to take my shots while playing, the leather stretched taut over my backside. Wiggling my ass a bit as though getting comfortable for the shot probably helped.
Anyway, we stayed in the pub until closing time. I was a little tipsy, but not drunk.
Some time during the evening it had rained - hard. As we walked home in the wet, we chatted about what we had planned for that week. It sounded like it was going to be a really quiet week, unless I had my way.
Suddenly one of my heels slid and caught a crack in the pavement slightly, causing my ankle to twist. I instinctively grabbed hold of John to prevent me hitting the deck. He quickly flung his arms around me to steady me. As I regained my balance, I noticed that one of his hands was flat on my tit. I thought that maybe this is my chance for some action.
"Oww, my ankle" I said.
"You OK?" asked John, still holding on to me.
"I twisted my ankle and it hurts to buggery," I replied.
John thought for a few seconds then said "We're only five minutes from home. You can hold onto me."
Playing up a bit, I replied "Could you carry me? I'm a little unsteady as it is."
"No problem" he said.
With that he scooped me up, his right arm behind my knees, my right arm hooking behind his neck.
As we got home I could feel John's right thumb rubbing across my skirt on the outside of my thigh. Whether he knew what he was doing I don't know, but I started to hope he did. I turned my head and gave him a kiss on the neck, leaving a trace of my red lipstick on him. He looked at me and smiled.
To save him putting me down, I reached behind and managed to get my hand into his pocket to grab the keys. I must have gone in too far though because I felt something hard. Oh my God! He had a stiffy, and it felt big.
I grabbed the keys and unlocked the door. John carefully walked inside, so as not to bang my head on the frame, then I pushed the door shut. He walked to the sofa and gently bent forward, putting me down. Time stood still for me as our faces were inches apart because I still had my arm round his neck. I then leant forward and kissed him on the lips. Just a quick peck.
"Thanks" I said. "Can you take my boot off and look at my ankle?"
It wasn't really hurting much, but I wasn't about to tell him. As he knelt down and reached for the boot zip, I bent my knee, causing my skirt to ride up my thigh. I saw him look up my leg. His eyes lingered for about ten seconds before he slowly started pulling the zip down, his gaze still higher than it needed to be. Then, while holding my calf with one hand, he gently slid the boot off with the other.
"Massage my foot, will you?" I said to him.
He placed my foot in his lap and started massaging it. That felt good. I'd always liked a foot massage. I let my head drop back and closed my eyes.
A couple of minutes later he asked if I wanted the other foot done. No way was I turning that offer down. I just nodded in case my voice gave away I was enjoying it probably more than I should have been. I felt the zip slowly descending, then the second boot coming off.
As John placed my foot onto his lap, I bent that knee. I placed the first foot on the edge of the sofa so that both legs were bent, my skirt riding up even more.
After a few seconds I let my knees part a few inches. I thought that he must be able to see my suspenders and stockings now, and let out a barely audible sigh.
I opened one eye just enough to see him looking straight between my legs. I was getting so excited now I could feel myself getting a bit damp.
I felt his hands then slowly move above my ankle to my calf. I spread my knees slightly further, giving him better access and to give him an uninterrupted view up between my legs to my thongs.
