CHAPTER 1
Groaning, Harper reached under the silken bed sheet to rub at his severely tented boxers. Slipping under the tight elastic of his underwear, his right hand idly stroked at the rigid shaft of his rock hard dick. Attempting to dismiss the image of Alyssa's upturned smile and pert breasts from his mind, Harper turned the magazine to the centerfold. The hormone ridden nineteen-year-old feasted his eyes on the voluptuous model spread eagled there. The lusciously curved twenty-two-year-old model had absolutely gorgeous breasts, with large dark brown aureoles. Her pussy was shaved so there was just a small heart shaped spot of hair framing her gorgeous vagina. Apparently she was a natural blonde if the color of the curling little hairs in the vee of her crotch were an indication. According to the little bio on the side, Miss September loved to cook for her men and wanted to teach kindergarten. Once more, Alyssa's nicely rounded ass as it looked in her pure white string bikini flitted across his mind's eye. In his mental video the sexy raven haired eighteen-year-old girl with perfect tits and great legs began to untie the string on the side of her skimpy bikini. Shaking his head, Harper sighed and turned back to the Penthouse. Step sisters suck!, he thought moodily.
As he drank in the sight of the beautiful naked girl in the magazine, Harper Thompson idly twirled his right index finger along the slit at the tip of his thick, nine inch penis. Feeling the slickness of a drop of pre-cum beaded there, he swirled it in a small circle right at that most sensitive of all male spots, the point where the skin of the shaft rose up in a little ridge to meet the bulbous head just under the piss slit. As the electric tingles spreading from his groin multiplied in intensity, Harper set the magazine aside and slid his other hand under the sheet, pushing his underwear down past his knees. Grasping the turgid roundness of his shaft in a sweaty palm, Harper began stroking the skin of his dick slowly up and down - the friction creating waves of ecstasy which caused his legs to tense up.
As his right hand continued the blissful stroking, Harper cupped his testicles with the left, gently massaging the two hard spheres inside the sack. Lightly pushing his scrotum left to right against his muscular thighs, he could feel the pressure building in his balls. As the mounting sensations reached a crescendo of bliss sweeping out from his center to engulf his muscular young body, Harper sucked in a ragged breath. His balls tensed and tightened as the bulbous blood engorged head of his dick palpitated. A sudden eruption of hot jizz shot from the head of the teenager's dick, striking him on the chin, followed quickly by another hard stream. A moan of release escaped from between clenched teeth as the next shot of thick white cum streamed across his smooth hairless chest. As his softening penis finally finished pulsing, Harper sighed with the release of pent up sexual frustration.
Rolling onto one side, Harper plucked a tissue from the Kleenex box on the bedside table. Sighing, he swiped the sticky evidence of his masturbation from his face, stomach, and now mostly flaccid penis. Crumpling the tissue, the young man dropped it in the small plastic garbage can next to the bed. Shoving the wrinkled mass of white cotton sheet off the bottom half of his legs, Harper sat up against the pillows and retrieved the underwear he had kicked off during his orgasm. Picking up the old Penthouse from where it lay half covered by the mussed sheet, he closed the magazine and slid it back under his pillow. Well, it may be weird having a stepfather now, but at least he's cool, the college freshman thought. Of course, I am nineteen and a man now, but..., I bet he wouldn't have given me these old stroke books if he knew it was Alyssa I was thinking of when I jacked off. As the thought of his newly acquired, gorgeously hot, eighteen year old step sister once more intruded on his consciousness, Harper sighed. Why in the hell did Mom have to fall for the father of the girl I wanted to fuck so bad I could taste it? Rolling his legs off the side of the bed he slid his underwear back on and headed to the bathroom to take a piss.
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Harper laughed out loud as the indignant squirrel fluffed out its bushy, brown tail.and chattered at him. Cheeks all puffed out, and one paw lifted like he was pointing with the other resting against a white furred stomach, the rodent looked for all the world like a scolding mother telling off an errant toddler. Tossing a last peanut at the chatty squirrel, Harper Thompson picked up his backpack. Mr. Cheeky, as the students had dubbed the overly brave squirrel, nabbed the peanut and skittered away. Tossing the heavy canvas bag over one shoulder Harper headed across the commons area toward the Science Building. Sucks having to stay at home and go to the community college. Guess that's what happens when your mother the 7-11 manager marries Will the drycleaner. If only I could find a better job than that damn carwash. Oh well, if wishes were fishes I'd eat caviar instead of tuna. Spotting a familiar dark brown crew-cut head bobbing over the top of a blue windbreaker coming towards him, Harper waved. "Jeff. What's up man?"
Thoughts jarred from the book he had been reading as he walked to class, Jeffrey Kingston looked around until he spotted his friend Harper. Closing his copy of 'The Deathly Hallows', he walked over. Raising his hand to give a high five, Jeffrey smiled. "What's the deal man? Headed to class?"
"Yeah. I've got a midterm in Chemistry. Life really blows."
"Yeah it does. Too bad your stepsister doesn't," the tall boy said with a salacious grin.
"Come on man. You know Alyssa is family now. That's not cool," Harper said with a sigh.
