My name is James and I I'm an average person. I just started my second year of college and I'm still living with my parents. Actually, with my dad, since my parents got divorced when I was little. I am not too tall or too short, fat or skinny. I'm alright and I'm a rocker, I like wearing leather jackets, boots, bracelets, I have my brown hair tied in a ponytail almost all the time. I also like keeping a small beard. Oh, by the way, my eyes are green. So that's me from a physical point of view. As for other characteristics, I'm smart, I like trying new things and I usually get involved in multiple projects. But right now I'm just preparing to go out with my dad, his girlfriend and her daughter.
All I know about this woman is her name, Danielle, and the fact that she's been seeing my father for almost two years. Yeah, at first it seemed like it was no big deal, but as time passed I realized it was serious and a while ago the thought that I never met her hit me when he told me they got engaged. My father and I had some kind of falling out since I was not admitted to med school the first time I tried and had to spend an entire year on the bench. But things are fine now, so he arranged this meeting I'm about to attend. Although I hate formal clothing I put on a shirt and some nice shoes, followed by a classy coat, in order to impress. I trimmed my beard, arranged my hair, everything to look presentable and not embarrass my father.
So here I am, 20 minutes later, at the restaurant, waiting for my father to bring them with the car. I spot the trio right away and notice something awkward. I know the girl. During my last year in high school I was sent in an exchange program to France. There I met her. Her name is Alice and she was a girl to die for. Years have only made things better. She has a slim, but curvy body which she enjoys showing off, but not in a way that makes her look slutty. She has straight blonde hair and blue eyes framed by some sweet nerdy glasses and an angelic face. Her perky little breasts are now bigger than I remember them to be, but not big enough to sag, so her little nipples can be seen through the blue dress she is wearing without a bra. I cannot see her ass, but I hope it's as firm and round as I remember it to be. That's Alice, the girl I met all those years ago and my soon be step-sister. Only problem is, we fucked. And we did so like rabbits while on that exchange program.
Her mother, on the other hand, is a new figure to me. In her early 40s she is what any 20 year old guy would call a MILF. Her hair is blonde, as her daughter's, but curly. I can't see her eyes or her face from here, but I can see the big round mounds she has. And by the look of her hips I definitely can guess she has one hell of an ass, too. And right besides her is my father. He looks like any 43 year old guy you would meet on the street. There is nothing standing out except the women accompanying him. How they ever came to live in London will never cease to amaze me.
I try my best not to act strangely when I get up and kiss the hands of both the ladies while introducing myself. They both smile and give me their names and that's the moment I hear Alice gasp.
"Oh my God! You were in France two years ago. I knew you seemed familiar. Mom, she's the guy I told you about, the one I had been assigned to back then. Shame you never got a chance to meet him until now." She then turned to me and hugged me, pressing her breasts right into my chest. I could feel my blood starting to flow through my penis and I started praying she wouldn't notice it. She let me go after a few seconds and said:
"I can't believe you're going to be my step-brother."
Both our parents were surprised and I must admit, I couldn't believe it either, but for some other reasons. We all take our places at the table and start talking about all things that could cross our mind. After a while, Danielle tells me how she and Alice moved to England shortly after that exchange program because things started to fall apart for them in France and both of them felt like they could use a fresh start. I feel bad about the fact that Alice lived in the same town as me for years and I never knew. We kind of stopped talking after that week because we agreed on the fact that a relationship would be useless and painful for both of us since we lived in different countries.
A couple of hours into the evening everyone was feeling a little tired so we decided to go back home. Seeing as the night was still young, my father proposed we all get back to our house, since it was Friday and it would be the house we will live in anyway. My father is an engineer for some car company and Danielle, from what she's told us is a programmer. Although I met her before, I never actually got the chance to talk to her. She seems like a fine woman, with a normal view on life and a good choice for a man like my father, who wishes to settle down.
Alice, on the other hand, has completely changed. She started thinking more realistically, she has achievable objectives, and has her future planned out. She grew up to be a young woman in her second year of law school, on her way to becoming an attorney. I like who she has become and I, again, feel some regret for not pursuing her, but maybe then our parents wouldn't have gotten together, so maybe it's for the best. Besides, once I get over my wish to have sex with her she will definitely make a good little sister.
They both go to their place to get a change of clothes and agree to meet us at our home. My father and I went back to clean whatever things were left in the wrong place back at home. Once we arrive it becomes clear that we would never manage to tidy the whole house in half an hour so we settle for the things that really stood out. By the time the girls arrived, the house looks better than before, but not in its best shape. I excuse myself in order to go change, and Alice asks me if I could show her were the shower is.
We go upstairs and once in the bathroom I tell her were to find anything she may need. Just as I turn around to leave she stops me by calling my name. I turn to face her and see her blushing.
"Could you, please, help me unzip my dress?" She looks so innocent while saying that and I wonder; how did I come to spend an entire week in bed with her while on that exchange program.
"That brings out memories." I say, realizing only a second too late that I shouldn't have let her know I think about her that way.
"It certainly does, doesn't it?" She blinks at me while I back away in order to leave the bathroom. As I close the door I catch a glimpse of her, dropping her dress down and turning around in order to pick it up and get in the shower. The last thing I see are her breasts jiggling as she bends down for the dress.
