"I'm not showing you guys my tits," Melissa said, rolling her eyes, and giving my brother Max a playful push to the shoulder. "You're such pervs."
I couldn't help it. Anytime that my stepsister Melissa mentioned anything even mildly sexual it would inspire me to jerk off to her at least a couple of times. Of course, I never told her, or anyone else, about that. I had always had a thing for Melissa, well before our parents had even started dating. She was a few grades ahead of me in elementary school, and she used to live just down the street. Every boy in my class thought I was the luckiest kid in the world to live in the same neighborhood as the goddess, Melissa Dawson. Needless to say, I convinced my mother that I had taken a sudden interest in astronomy so that she would buy me a telescope for my birthday.
I never did get a good view of Melissa through her window, and over the years, after she started going to junior high, I started to see, and think about her, much less often. When I finally made it to junior high, she became a freshman in high school, so we were separated again. The final nail in the coffin seemed to be when her family moved to the other side of town. By the time that she was almost no more than a memory to me, I found out that my mom was going on a date with Melissa's dad.
Now up to this point, I had never actually spoken a word to Melissa. I was positive that she didn't even know of my existence. The possibilities presented by our parents dating made me nervous enough to feel sick to my stomach. I was shy enough around average-looking girls my own age, but the idea of simply being introduced to Melissa Dawson in person drove me to the brink of madness. As the relationship between our parents progressed, I actually avoided meeting her. I just knew she would think I was a loser.
When my mom accepted her dad's marriage proposal, I couldn't put off the introduction any longer. My mom told me that the "future family" was going to get together for dinner so that we could all get to know each other. My older brothers, Dean and Max, went to school with Melissa, and they were really excited about it. Apparently over the years, Melissa had earned quite the reputation.
When the night finally came for me to meet Melissa, I thought I was going to have a fit. I remembered her as a cute girl that I had a crush on, but she had become a gorgeous young woman who would make any man's jaw drop. She came to dinner wearing a small tube top, a stark contrast to the size of what was underneath, and the tightest pair of hip-hugger jeans that you could ever imagine. I spent the whole evening trying to avoid staring at Melissa, unlike Dean and Max, and most of all, to avoid standing up and revealing the throbbing hard-on that I was sporting under the table. That night I masturbated for the very first time, and as you might have guessed, I thought of Melissa the entire time. From then on, my infatuation was unstoppable.
As the years went on, I thought about her all the time, and did my very best to hide my secret crush from everyone. My older brothers however, were much less secretive. They were "accidentally" forgetting to knock on the bathroom door almost every day, and she was constantly catching them listening in on her phone calls. It didn't take long for Melissa to start hating the situation with Dean and Max, and my shyness actually started to work for me. I was too bashful to try anything with her, so to my delight, she was pretty nice to me.
To make things better, she had a brother Mark(he lived with their mother) who was the same age as me. He came over now and then, and I ended up becoming pretty good friends with him. I think this, along with the comparison to Dean and Max, made me seem like a nice guy. I didn't have much in common with a popular cheerleader who was always invited to the coolest parties, but I still managed to get along with her as the years kept passing. To further solidify the growing bond between us, I started to cover for Melissa whenever she stayed out late with one of her many boyfriends. I guess this sort of made me "cool" in her book, and despite my continued feelings for her, she really did become like my real sister. I even started to feel kind of dirty about my fantasies, and in a strange way, that made them more enjoyable.
Anyway, I should probably steer this back to the beginning. After I turned eighteen, and the time came for me to graduate from high school, Dean, Max, and best of all, Melissa, came back from college for the ceremony. If possible, when Melissa came back home, she was even hotter than ever. I hadn't talked to her in quite a while, and to my chagrin, I almost felt like we were strangers again.
The night after my graduation, when our parents had gone to sleep; Dean, Max, Melissa, and myself were playing cards in the basement. Most of their friends had moved on to college as well, and since I really wasn't one for parties, we decided to hang out together. It sounded like a good chance for all of us to catch up, but it ended up being a boring display of just how little the four of us had in common. The T.V. was on in the background, but we weren't watching anything in particular.
I was about to come up with an excuse for going to bed early when Melissa suddenly mentioned that poker would be more interesting if something was at stake. Dean and Max had calmed down from when they were teenagers, so when Dean jokingly mentioned that we should be playing strip poker, I genuinely believed he was kidding around. Whether or not it had been a serious suggestion, that's exactly what we ended up doing.
Ten more minutes into the game, and the vibe had taken an abrupt turn. We all joked around and teased each other whenever someone had to remove a piece of clothing, but I could feel a sudden tension from my brothers every time Melissa lost a hand. A tension that could only be rivaled by the strain growing within my jeans. The moment that she took her shirt off, we were all reminded of just how beautiful this woman really was. Her breasts were so perfectly shaped that I almost wondered if she had a boob job while away at college. I couldn't believe the lust that was already sweeping over me. Her breasts were the kind of perky that you only see from centerfolds.
The three of us made such a spectacle of not staring at her chest that it had to be extremely obvious that that was what we really wanted to be doing. As if God was specifically trying to lighten everyone up in that basement, a "Girls Gone Wild" infomercial started playing on the T.V. screen. We all noticed the coincidence, and shared an awkward laugh. I took the distraction to subtly shift the way I was seated. I had lost my shirt in the card game, and if my pants were to come off, there would be no way of hiding my massive erection.
I was stunned when Max made a gutsy attempt at humor.
"I wonder how many beads it takes for Melissa to do that?" he said, nodding at one of the girls flashing on the T.V. screen.
"You wish," Melissa said with a scoff.
That's when things really got started. It was as if even the most remote possibility of seeing Melissa's breasts was enough to set off old feelings within my brothers. They goaded her on like they were only kidding around, but I think we all noticed the strong sexual undercurrent. Dean and Max were acting like perverted little kids again while I just sat there trying to focus on the cards in my hand. I didn't want Melissa thinking of me in the same category as my brothers, but I was secretly praying that the two of them would manage to convince her.
"I'm not showing you guys my tits," Melissa said, rolling her eyes, and giving my brother Max a playful push to the shoulder. "You're such pervs."
Her tone was pretty insistent, and Dean and Max seemed to have the wind taken out of their sails. Being shot down like that must have embarrassed the two of them, because before long they were looking for an excuse to leave. Melissa probably noticed how awkward they felt as well. Her hand was cupped over the bottom of her face to hide a grin. To my pleasure, she even shared a knowing look with me. I shrugged back at her with a sheepish grin as if I had no excuse for their behavior.
The best thing Dean and Max were able to come up with was that they were suddenly feeling tired. Melissa was pretty cool about it, and didn't give them a hard time. I assumed that she was also going to come up with a reason for leaving. After all, why would she want to hang out with her nerdy little stepbrother? To my surprise, she shuffled the deck of cards, and started to deal another hand.
We kept playing poker for the next few minutes, but neither of us took off any more clothes. Though she didn't take anything else off, she never bothered to put her shirt back on. Between Melissa sitting there in her bra, and the "Girls Gone Wild" infomercial that was still playing, I didn't feel comfortable letting my eyes wander around the room. I also couldn't get up and leave, because that would expose the huge tent pitched in my jeans.
I felt strange sitting there without talking, so I tried to make conversation. Melissa had seemingly noticed my glances at the T.V., and since I didn't want her thinking that I was getting a kick out of it, I came up with something to say.
"Can you believe those girls?" I asked, scoffing with mock disapproval, not even considering that Melissa could have things in common with them. "What do their friends and family think when they see them on T.V. giving it all up for a string of beads?"
Like she did with my brothers, Melissa tried to hide a grin behind her hand. This time it was different though, like she wanted to say something, but was holding back. What was so funny? I didn't think that I had said anything all that stupid.
"What are you grinning at?" I asked. "Did I make a joke?"
"No, sorry," she said, her smile growing wider. "It's just that you said that those girls on T.V. are "giving it all up". Flashing guys on Bourbon Street is pretty tame compared to what goes on at college parties."
