I was fourteen when my mother and father divorced. Being an only child for most of my life had been something I'd come to appreciate. Seeing my friends and how they so often fought with their sisters or brothers gave me an even greater respect and thankfulness that I didn't have to go through all that.
I rarely saw my father after that as he'd moved to the East coast because of a new job, and I hated it whenever I'd gone for a visit. After a while it really didn't matter much to me anymore and I was perfectly content to live alone with my mother. It was only natural of course that after an appropriate amount of time that she started dating again.
That was never an issue for me either. I wasn't so self-centered that I didn't care about her happiness, or her sex-life, which even back then I assumed she wanted, so didn't mind it much when she finally began dating as it actually gave me more time to myself which over time I had again begun to appreciate.
And not that I was some kind of loner either, I had plenty of friends, even a few girl friends who on occasion would come over, especially when mother was out for the evening, giving me the opportunity to hone some basic skills in the make-out/petting department. So as far as I was concerned, I was happy with the status quo. The problem was, my mother wasn't.
I knew things were getting serious when she began dating Ken nearly every weekend. And not that I minded that either, as now I had most Fridays and Saturdays to do whatever I felt like doing, though still required to obey whatever curfews my mother had imposed on me, that or face the consequences of losing some of my extra ordinary privileges, especially at my age, and that I wasn't about to screw up as I was smart enough to know how good it was that I really had it.
In time, I learned a lot more about this guy as mom seemed to find it important enough for me to eventually get to know him better, so I had an inkling even then that things were proceeding along to what I felt would be an eventual union between them. I had also learned of course that Ken had a daughter who was my age. Her name was Kathy, whom I soon met when Ken and my mother decided to spend the day at a local amusement park, dragging the two of us along as well in an effort to have us meet in what they hoped would be a reasonably fun-filled day without too much awkwardness coming between us under the circumstances.
Almost immediately we began fighting like we actually were brother and sister. Kathy had no desire to ride the rides I wanted to, and I had no desire to go on most of the ones she did either. We ended up compromising, which as I saw it wasn't much of a compromise either, with me going off with Ken, and Kathy often going off with my mother for much of the time we spent there. Because of that, they didn't end up having much of a good time themselves either.
In a way, I felt bad for mom, like I said, I really did want her to be happy, and living alone even with me there wasn't the same thing. And I really did like Ken, I had no resentment towards him whatsoever, nor did it appear that Kathy had any towards my mother as they seemed to get well enough along whenever the four of us were thrown together for one reason or another.
The problem as I saw it was Kathy. And the problem as she saw it...was me.
As expected in a fairly short period of time, mom and Ken decided to marry, what I hadn't expected or even really thought about wither, was that we'd end up moving into Ken's place as it was considerably bigger as well as nicer than where we lived, but that it would also necessitate me leaving most if not all of my friends behind. And worse, I was now forced to accept the fact I had a sister, even if she wasn't my real sister, who I already didn't get along with, and whose house I would soon be living in.
The only plus as I eventually came to accept, was the fact I had a much larger bedroom than I'd had previously, and was allowed to decorate (or not decorate) as I saw fit. Part of my mother and Ken's desire to make me feel more at ease and at home for giving up so much of what I felt I had lost perhaps, which for a time I took advantage of though looking back on it now, I came to feel guilty about for having done.
The one other good thing about it was that my room was fairly secluded downstairs near the den, whereas Kathy's room was upstairs across the hall from our parent's bedroom, so at least in this respect, I still had some privacy, though quite naturally still forced to share space in the den with Kathy whenever it came to watching TV, listening to music or trying to play a video game. It seemed that for whatever reason, she and I were always at odds over things like that which continued to remain so over the course of the next few years.
In time, we'd both learned to accept the situation as well as one another, so that we at least got along well enough to stay out of one another's ways, and even at times actually have some fun together. Even graduating from high school together was a big thing that our parents went out of their way for in celebrating, gifting us each a (used) but reasonably nice looking car as a graduation present.
I as yet hadn't made up my mind about continuing on with my education, even considering joining the service instead, though I had also decided to take that first summer off to think about my options, though working part-time in order to afford the use of my car, not to mention dating. Likewise, Kathy had chosen to do pretty much the same thing, and so it was we found ourselves with more time on our hands than we'd ever really had before that first summer, which is also when our entire relationship began to change in ways neither of us would ever have thought possible.
And don't get me wrong, though we sometimes fought like cats and dogs, Kathy was an attractive looking young woman, had she not been my step-sister, I might have even been attracted to her as a potential girlfriend, which now in hind-sight looking back, I probably already was, though I didn't see her as such simply because of the forced circumstances.
What I did notice whether I wanted to admit it to myself now or not, was that she had grown, changed over the years, and truly was very beautiful, something I had taken recent note of since my own girl friend and I had broken up, so I was once again alone and spending more time at home, growing increasingly bored with that as well. Kathy on the other hand seemed to have more boyfriends than she could shake a stick at, going out nearly every other night at least, and unlike me, not having to have to pay for doing it either, so she seemed to have more luxuries for herself than I could even begin to afford, part-time job or no.
I had noticed a day earlier that she had purchased a particular music CD that I'd been dying to get for myself, but needed to wait until payday before getting it. Normally, we'd both been respectful of one another's privacy, always knocking and being invited in to one another's rooms, and NEVER going into them without us being there. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn't have. But since I wanted to hear this CD before deciding to actually purchase it for myself, and knowing Kathy had it, the temptation not to enter her room, "borrow" it briefly and return it before she ever knew that I had was simply too tempting not to. I might have even asked her before hand, but she'd already gone out for the evening, and I didn't feel like wasting an entire day waiting to ask her. So it was that I broke an unspoken rule between us, and entered her bedroom without permission.
Surprisingly, her room was even messier than my own. Not that she was a slob mind you, but whereas most of my stuff was somewhat organized, most of her things seemed to be haphazardly scattered from hell to breakfast. Most of her CD collection lay scattered on top of her work desk along with several magazines, books and other personal items. I quickly began searching through the mess trying to find what I was looking for, and did, when I also came across a rather well worn, rather thick book that immediately drew my attention. Across the front of it were the words: "My diary".
I didn't even know she kept one, let alone wrote in one, and out of natural curiosity, I picked it up finding no lock on it though at one time there had obviously been one. I opened it somewhere in the middle I guess it was, curious to see what sort of things she wrote to herself about, though I also know that somewhere in the back of my mind, I was hoping to read some private or dirty little secret, something perhaps that I might even use against her should the situation ever call for it. What I read however floored me, hitting me like a sledge-hammer as I scanned over the words, reading them again over and over until I'd finally convinced myself that what'd I'd just read was correct and that I wasn't imagining it. The entry was dated a few months ago during the summer just before graduation.
"I know I shouldn't, but I can't help wondering what Mark's cock looks like. I stood in the window watching him today as he mowed the lawn, though he didn't see me of course. He might be my stepbrother, but he has a fantastic body, and the way he looked in his cut-off Levi's had me wet between the legs in no time. I wondered what he would have thought had he known that I stood there playing with myself the whole time, having an orgasm in fact just as he finished."
I was speechless, and I was weak in the knees, as I stood there suddenly afraid that I might get caught on the one hand, but now even more curiously interested to read what else she might have written about me. Against my better judgment, I quickly retreated from her room, taking her diary with me, figuring that at the very least I still had several hours alone to myself before anyone was expected home. As a precaution to that however, rather than going downstairs to my own room, I headed into the main living room where we hardly ever sat, but where I could easily hear any cars pulling up into the drive, giving me plenty of time to put Kathy's diary back where it belonged before getting caught with it.
Positioning myself on the couch with a portion of the curtain pulled back so I could quickly look out in the event I heard anything, I thumbed back through to the date I had accidentally first opened her diary at and began scanning backwards from there. It didn't take long to find another entry with my name in it either only a few days prior to the one I'd just read.
"Let Steve finally play with my boobs, and not just through my blouse either! Something he's been dying to do for the past couple of months now. Though he'd probably be upset with me if he ever knew or found out that the only reason I even let him was because of how horny I was. Horny, because I'd actually been thinking about Mark and not him, which is why I even let him finally get to second base in the first place. I saw Mark kissing Darlene after school, though I know he didn't see me. Can't believe I'm actually jealous of her, can't help but wonder if they're doing it. Played with myself again last night wishing it was me and not her he was kissing. Anyway, it was exciting finally letting Steve touch me, but sat there wishing it was Mark doing it the whole time that he was."
My mouth was dry, and my cock was rock hard. I actually felt light-headed as well as aroused and confused as I again scanned backwards looking to read more.
"He'd probably kill me if he ever knew this, not to mention what dad or Jill would do if they ever found out, but I snuck into Mark's room today, don't really know why I did, or what I was looking for, certainly not the dirty magazines I found stuffed under his pillow though that surprised me a little, nor the used cum-hanky I found in his drawer, though that at least does explain why he as so many of those in the wash when it's my turn to do the laundry, didn't recall seeing him blowing his nose all the time to be going through so many of those, now I do."
I felt my face redden with shame and embarrassment, reading that, though I was angry too as I sat there reading how Kathy had invaded my privacy, but then I continued reading on, invading hers.
Found a dirty note that Darlene had sent him, tore it up, don't think that he'll miss it though, not the first one I've found. Still wonder if they're doing it, though so far it seems she's only hinted to him about it. Threw away the pair of panties she stuffed into his folder too, that was gross in a way, though I later wished they'd been mine he was jerking off into and not hers. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way about my own Step Brother, but I can't help it. I keep wondering what will happen after graduation if we'll all go our separate ways after that. Maybe it will be for the best if we do, then maybe I'll quit having these thoughts about Mark."
"Damn! I wondered whatever happened to those," I said to myself now knowing what really had happened to the panties Darlene had given me as a tease back then. I'd looked all over my bedroom for them, then decided that perhaps mother had accidentally found them, realizing who they were even from perhaps, and had thrown them out herself. I certainly wasn't about to ask her about them either, so let the matter drop, wondering if something might be said at some point, though there never was! At least now I knew!
It was at that very moment that I heard a car pull up front. I took the briefest glance out the window, confirming that it was indeed Kathy who had just arrived.
"Fuck!" I said aloud, racing from the living room upstairs to her room as fast as my feet would take me. I'd managed to safely get the diary back into her room, but hearing the front door open, knew that I was caught on the upper level of the house where only Kathy's room and my parent's own bedrooms were, leaving me no reasonable excuse for even being there. I had only one other option, and that was the bathroom. With luck, Kathy wouldn't even know I was in there, and if somehow she did discover it, at least that gave me some sort of excuse for being on that level of the house if nothing else.
I quickly sat down on the toilet, even as I heard the front door slam, then moments later the sound of Kathy's feet as she literally flew up the stairs, then running down the hall past where I was at, into her bedroom with the door once again slamming behind her.
"Ah oh!" I thought to myself, "She's pissed!" Giving me even more reason to try and hide my presence from her, which I now hoped I could accomplish by quietly slipping out of the bathroom and back down the stairs to my own room before she discovered I was even there.
I'd even gone so far as to remove my shoes, figuring I could slip out even more quietly, soon after turning the knob on the door, easing it open and stepping out into the hall. The moment I did however, I could hear Kathy crying, sobbing almost uncontrollably through her door. I nearly continued on down the hall towards the stairs anyway, but her cries of sorrow finally got to me, and without having any real good reason for my being there, I walked over to her door and knocked.
"Go away!"
"Kathy? It's me...Mark."
There was a long silent pause before she spoke again, though this time the tears had stopped.
"What do you want?" she asked sounding irritated now.
"What I want, is to come in and see how you are," I said simply, continuing to wait.
There was another pause, though a shorter one this time.
"The doors open," she said.
Realizing I was still holding my shoes, I tossed them behind me onto the floor, and then walked in.
"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked.
Her eyes were streaked, mascara running every which way, which she only then tried in vain to repair as she sat in front of her vanity mirror. "I'm sorry, didn't know you were home," she said. "I didn't mean to upset anyone," she offered.
"You're still not answering my question," I said. "What happened?"
For the first time in recent memory, Kathy turned towards me, both her face and voice softening as she spoke.
"You really want to know?" she asked honestly.
"Yes, I do."
Even then she hesitated. "It might shock you a little," she told me candidly.
"After today, nothing could shock me," I thought, though I didn't say that. "Try me," I said instead.
"You know that Steve and I have been dating for quite a while now yes?"
"Yes," I said, though I now knew a whole lot more to that story than she realized.
"Well, he's been pressuring me to, well to you know...have sex with him."
"Not surprised, but am guessing that you haven't yet."
"No, no we haven't, though I have let him do a few other things."
Once again I knew what some of those "things" were as she'd put it, though I hadn't read forward yet, so perhaps there were a few more besides that I wasn't really aware of.
"Go on."
"Well the truth is, I've been putting him off, giving him just enough the way I thought about it to keep things under control without getting out of hand, but I guess even that wasn't enough. Finally, last week he told me that if things didn't happen between us soon, that he'd find someone who was willing."
"And?" I asked, already having an idea where this was going, though as I was about to learn, having an even greater impact on me that I realized.
"Obviously, he did, which I only found out about today. I wondered why Steve wanted to see me in the middle of the day, what it was he wanted to talk about, expecting more pressure from him about the other thing. But that's when he told me that he was breaking up with me, because he had in fact found someone else, and that they had already done what I was obviously unwilling to do with him.
"Who was it?" I asked, already having a sneaky suspicion by the look on Kathy's face as she looked at me.
"Darlene," she said softly.
My break up with Darlene had indeed been a difficult one as well. She had been the first girl I'd really cared about, but strangely enough, it was I who wasn't yet ready to have sexual relations beyond the a-typical petting and fondling which we had done together. She wanted more, not just the sex, but a commitment of sorts towards the future as well, which was something I wasn't totally sure I wanted to share with her.
"Go figure," I answered finally sitting down on the edge of the bed next to where Kathy was now sitting.
"Pretty ironic isn't it?" she said trying to smile.
"Very," I admitted, though Kathy had no clue that I knew how truly ironic all this really was. "Did you love him?" I asked.
She actually laughed at that.
"No, I didn't. Though I tried to convince myself that I did...or eventually would at least."
"Ok, so why are you so upset then?" I found myself asking. "Obviously you didn't have sex with him, so no harm, no foul. And I can understand you being upset with him because of Darlene, but if you didn't love him or want to have sex with him, then why are you so upset about it?"
"The reason I'm upset, is because life isn't very fucking fair!" she said bluntly, using a word I had never heard her use before. "That's why!" she nearly yelled, once again beginning to cry.
"Ok, you lost me." I said sitting there now more confused than ever.
"Fine! The truth is, I don't love Steve, because I'm actually in love with someone else, but he doesn't even know that I am. And even if he did know, there's not a damn fucking thing I can do about it, nor would he even knowing that for that matter! So...there, now you have it. That's why I'm crying and upset, because what I really do want, I can't have. And what I thought I wanted isn't there anymore either, which only makes me want to have the thing that I now know I can never have. There...is that better?"
She was rambling, carrying on...standing up waving her arms about wildly as she spoke pacing back and forth in front of me.
The next thing I knew, I had reached out, grabbing her arm as she walked by, pulling her towards me, off balance where she collapsed falling against me as the two of us tumbled back onto her bed, and then I kissed her. For a moment, Kathy tried pushing me away, even kicking, but only for a moment. With tears now streaming down her face once again, I kissed her again, even deeper this time, my tongue forcing its way inside her mouth where it met, and then danced with hers. After several long moments, she did push me away from her, but not forcefully this time, gently, asking for some space as she did so, which I then gave her.
"What the hell was that all about?" she said suddenly coming to her feet, trying to act like I had suddenly lost my mind or something, which in a way, I had.
And to be honest about it, I wasn't sure what to say, or why I had done it, and so said the only thing that suddenly made sense to me.
"Because I love you," I told her, "because I love you."
"Wha...whad' you just say?" She asked me again, her eyes wide open in surprise, her hand now bracing herself against the work desk, leaning against it as though it were the only thing holding her up, which perhaps it was.
"You heard me," I told her half tempted to stand, grab her and kiss her again, though I didn't.
"But why would you say that?" she asked seriously, looking at the moment like she really was about to faint and fall over by the looks of it.
"Why else? Because I do!" I continued on with this weird word game we'd begun playing, stating the truth, all the while dodging the reason though I was honestly feeling a bit dizzy and faint myself as I sat there.
We both just stood there staring at one another without speaking for quite some time. Finally like a light-bulb going off inside her head, Kathy spoke.
"How did you know?"
To this day I'll never know why I did it, it was a stupid move that I regretted for a very, very long time afterwards. But I turned my head towards the desk, not realizing that I did really, not really meaning to. But as I did, so did Kathy, looking where I had looked, and seeing her diary sitting on the desk the moment that she did.
"Please tell me you didn't read it," she said her voice quivering, both in shock as well as in guilt, fear and embarrassment.
Even by not talking, I spoke volumes, my face said it all though even then I tried to feign ignorance as to what she was talking about, she immediately picked her diary up however examining it. It may not have been locked, but the page saver that now dangled from the book told her it had indeed been looked through. In my haste and stupidity, I had failed to see it, or replace it back where it had belonged.
"How could you!" she screamed at me. "How could you just come in here and go through my personal things!"
My only defense was in offense as they say. And another stupid tact that I also wished later I hadn't used. "Me? What about you?" I tossed back. "You're the one who came into my room and went through my things!" I screamed back at her. "My magazines, my hanky's, and Darlene's panties too!" I also included stupidly, now reminding her of the other reason she'd come home all upset in the first place.
I had in effect, knocked the wind out of her though, she had nothing to say, couldn't say anything to me after that. All she did was point at the door, throwing the diary at me, just missing me as she did so.
"Get out!" she finally managed, even though I was nearly through the door as it was, then heard her as she slammed it behind me.
I looked down seeing my shoes, which I'd tossed down earlier, along with her diary that had just gotten through the door before I did. I picked it up along with my shoes and slowly walked downstairs back to my room, listening to Kathy's once again uncontrollable crying as I did so.
I don't know what excuse it was that she gave for not coming down to dinner that night, mine was along the lines of not feeling well due to catching a cold or something which is why I didn't. Perhaps with the two of us giving Ken and mom that excuse, they actually bought it without questioning it further, only telling us both to stay in bed the next day, and to call them if either of us needed anything.
It was weird, laying there in bed as I was, knowing full well that Kathy was doing the same thing upstairs in her room as the hours ticked by. Finally around two in the afternoon I had gotten thirsty, and not just for a glass of water that I could have easily gotten out of the bathroom next to my room. Deciding that regardless of what had happened, and even the mistakes I had once again made, I wasn't going to hide out in my bedroom forever either, so steeled my courage up enough to head upstairs to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice.
I'd just finished pouring myself one when I heard Kathy's voice behind me.
"Pour one for me too please," she said sounding tired and exhausted, which is pretty much the way I felt, though more than a little guilty too.
"I'm sorry," I said still not facing her, though I reached for a second glass pouring her a juice. "It was a stupid thing to do."
"No more stupid than my writing it down so that someone could read it...like you," she added.
We stood drinking our orange juice, though still looking at one another before sitting down at the table.
"Did you really mean what you said? Or did you just say that because you thought I needed to hear it?" she asked seriously.
It was time to be honest with her, about everything, so I was. I told her the truth from the very beginning, how it hadn't been my intent to go through her diary, but once finding it, how I had curiously picked it up, intending to find something I could have as ammunition against her later should I ever need it, then finding that part about mowing the lawn, and everything that followed after that.
"What I'm trying to tell you is this," I began finally getting to where I'd intended to go in the first place, "was that I didn't really know that I did...until I said it. And when I said it, I realized that I did, and had felt that way all along. I was just unwilling to admit it to myself, not even realizing that I actually had been all along."
We sat discussing the past, hashing out every mean thing we had ever done to one another, finally coming to the truth of it, that for the most part, we had each done so as it was a way of hiding the truth, not only from one another, but from ourselves. We had played tricks on one another, fought over silly things, made accusations all in an effort to keep ourselves from growing close, being Step brother and sister to one another, it was an easy way of escape, though a harder one had we not been true siblings, or even half brother and sister. The reality was, we'd had an attraction for one another from the very beginning, each one of us too afraid, too ashamed and obviously too embarrassed to ever act upon it.
"What now?" Kathy questioned.
"I don't know," I said truthfully. "Knowing it doesn't help make it any better does it?" I questioned her back.
"No...it doesn't," she agreed. "If anything, it just makes it harder, because now you do know my thoughts and feelings, and I can't very well change them or take them back."
I smiled as a certain image came to mind, though I tried shaking it away the moment it had.
"What?" she questioned seeing my face.
"Maybe if I did try and lighten the mood some," I thought, and besides, the cat was out of the bag now anyway. "Did you really play with yourself while watching me mow the yard?"
Kathy's face turned crimson. She looked on the verge of turning, running from the room as I rethought the brilliance of my comment. "You know that I did," she stammered holding her ground, "or I wouldn't have written it down!"
It was once again time for truth telling, and besides, I owed her one. "I've done it thinking about you too," I finally admitted to her, as well as myself, as I had done so, on more than one occasion.
"Really? You have? When?"
I laughed at that. "Sure you want to know?"
"Yes!" she actually giggled excitedly. "Tell me! Tell me when, where you were, what you did, what you thought about when you did it. I want to know everything!"
Now it was my turn to blush. "Tell you what, I'll tell you one, and then you tell me one...that's only fair," I told her.
She thought about that, but only for a moment, and then grinned, nodding her head. "You first though," she said. "Only fair!"
We sat there telling stories, revealing to one another nearly every single instance where we had thought about one another during the course of our time together. I was amazed at Kathy's candor, her willingness to so openly share with me those personal intimate moments where she actually had pleasured herself while thinking of me. And because she did, so did I, revealing the countless times I had slipped into my room, some image of her dancing about inside my head as I jerked myself off, though also admitting to my frustrations in having done so a good deal of the time, because she was after all my step-sister, and virtually unapproachable.
As we sat there swapping tales, I couldn't help but notice the sudden appearance of twin hard little points suddenly pressing against Kathy's tee shirt. As was usually the case, she always wore one of her father's long tee shirts to bed, hiding the white cotton panties she was also wearing at the moment. An outfit she had often worn, and one that I had in fact masturbated while thinking about on more than one occasion, which I now shared with her.
"Ok, your turn again," she sat grinning wickedly towards me. I couldn't help but notice at that moment that her hand had slipped down beneath the table, the subtle movement of it catching my eye.
"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" I wondered, the very thought of that heightening my own arousal, my hard stiff cock throbbing as a reminder of how arousing this ongoing conversation had been. The fact that I was just sitting there in my boxers made it far easier for my prick to have wormed its way through the opening of my shorts, which I too sat periodically fondling as we spoke.
"It was shortly after mom and I moved in," I began. "You were having your bedroom repainted remember?"
I watched Kathy's expression, waiting to see if she'd realize what I was recalling seeing as I related the instance to her.
"I remember that yes," she said easily, but obviously not knowing where this was actually going yet. I smiled and continued.
"Well because of that, you had temporarily moved out to sleep in the living room, you were wearing pretty much the same thing you are now as I remember as we all turned in to bed to sleep. At one point during the night, I got up to pee, then decided I needed something cold to drink so I came upstairs heading towards the kitchen, I didn't get much further than the landing next to the living room though because I heard you moan."
"Moan?" she said trying to remember, though a small smile had begun to spread across her face.
"Yeah," I affirmed, feeling my prick give a little twitch as the memory of her lying on the couch suddenly filled my head. "I remember there was a full moon that night because the living room wasn't all that dark, and I could see the light from the moon filtering in through the window, just enough that I could clearly see you laying on the couch, you weren't beneath the covers either as it was a fairly warm evening, but what I immediately noticed was that you had lifted your tee shirt up and over your boobs, your hand was caressing one of them, and your other hand had slipped beneath the hem of your panties, so I actually stood there just around the corner watching you touching yourself."
By the expression on her face, she clearly recalled that particular night, her face reddening.
"You actually watched me masturbating?"
"Oh hell yes!" I sat grinning, now slow-stroking my cock as I glanced over towards her, the subtle movement of her hand now not quite so subtle the way it had been a moment ago.
"So what did YOU do?" she asked in a breathless tone of voice.
"Well at first I was just going to turn around and go back down stairs, we weren't exactly getting along then if you remember, but then you lifted your ass up and slipped your panties completely off, spreading your legs."
Kathy was blushing profusely at this time as she recalled that night, especially as I began painting the image of it for her all over again.
"Oh yeah, I remember," she admitted her cheeks rosy-red at the moment.
"Well that stopped me dead in my tracks, I could easily see your pussy lips as you sat there playing with them, then begin to stick your fingers inside, finger-fucking yourself. About that time I felt my cock getting hard, and since I was only wearing my boxers, it soon poked out of them making it almost impossible for me not to stand there stroking myself as I watched you, just the way it's doing now," I added, telling her in doing so that I too was sitting there touching myself.
"Oh fuck!" she moaned obviously teasing herself now openly as we conversed, the confirmation clearly evident that I was stroking my cock just as she was sitting there petting her pussy. "I wish I'd have known!"
I laughed at that, "Oh yeah right...back then, had you knew I was standing there beating myself off, you'd have flown upstairs to tell our parents that I was spying on you, and telling them that you had caught me jerking myself off or something."
"Are you kidding?" she giggled, "Not with me playing with myself," she reminded me. "Especially since I was thinking about being with you while I was!"
"You were?"
"Oh hell yes!" she admitted. "This was on Saturday night wasn't it?"
I thought back, "Yeah, I think it was in fact, why?"
"Because Friday was the dance if you remember, the night you first went out with Darlene."
"Oh yeah, it was! But what's that got to do with any of this?"
She laughed, "Well after the dance Darlene had driven you home because you still didn't have a car yet, you were parked in front of the house when I came walking home with Jenny."
Jenny was the girl who had lived next door to us, and who Kathy considered her best friend at the time. "After she went inside, I came around the back of Darlene's car, though I didn't recognize it then, and wondered whose car it was, and what it was doing just sitting there. When I looked through the back window, I could see you sitting there in your seat, and that she was obviously jerking you off."
"Holy shit! You saw all that?"
"Well that much anyway," she admitted, "I almost banged on the window to disrupt it, but then thought better of it and hurried around the side yard into the house at the back. Anyway, what I was thinking about the following night there on the couch, was wishing it had been me doing that to you, and not her!"
Now it was my turn to laugh, "Damn, wish I'd known that's what you were thinking about when I was watching you!" I grinned broadly. "I wanted so much to just walk over, bend over and start licking your pussy!"
Kathy's eyes widened considerably upon hearing that. "I'd have died had you done that," she said. "But I'd have welcomed it too," she admitted. "At that moment, I wanted you more than anything else in the world, and it was all I could think about!"
"Speaking of thinking about," I said suddenly standing up, revealing my enormously hard cock to her as I did so. "Is you sitting there touching yourself right now, with me sitting here doing the same thing, and thinking to myself that what I'd rather be doing, is going down on you!"
Kathy stood a second after I did, though pulling the white tee shirt she was wearing up and over her head as she did so. Those twin points of hers which had been so erotically pressing against the material of the shirt, now pointed towards me, openly and invitingly, her firm full magnificent breasts so wonderfully rounded, begging for attention as they almost magically appeared, Kathy now standing before me wearing only that pair of white cotton panties. I saw almost immediately the dark colored spot of moisture that had seeped into them, springing me into motion. I closed the slight gap between us, folding her into my arms, kissing her deeply as her breasts crushed against my chest, my prick poking into her belly as we embraced.
"Your place or mine?" she giggled wantonly breaking the kiss.
We soon after raced downstairs to my room, as it was just slightly a little safer for us to do so in the event mom and dad came home unexpectedly. Kathy all but tore her panties off herself before bouncing up and onto the bed, with me stepping out of my own shorts just as quickly in joining her. Once again we kissed, but this time hands and fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, the feel of her soft breast filling my hand as I bent to kiss it, then sucking it. The touch of Kathy's hand as it wrapped around my stiff cock, just holding me for a moment, gently caressing, squeezing, and fondling it exploratorally as I soon after began doing to her.
"I need to kiss you there," I half whispered against her breast as my fingers twiddled the stiff little nubbin that poked expectantly, hotly between her legs.
"Don't just talk about it," she moaned excitedly. "Do it!"
Quick as a bunny, I slid down between her legs, my hands still capturing each of her tits, her hard firm nipples prisoners between my fingers as I teased them unmercifully, likewise now doing the same to her clit with my tongue.
"Oh fuck...fuck, fuck! That feels good!" Kathy wailed openly.
"Hmm, and tastes good too!" I responded back, my tongue now spearing her split, her juices flowing freely as my mouth and lips fought to drain them from the reservoir of her cunt, which refilled itself almost as fast as I could drink it down.
As excited as we both were, had been, Kathy's orgasm began almost immediately, her cries of delight alerting me first, the convulsions of her sweet pussy suddenly beginning. In a flash, I raised up, moving up, and in one plunge, sunk my shaft into her, hilting it. Her scream then was one of joyous surprise, rapture and pleasure all at once, filling her with my prick as she climaxed, continued to climax, and then climaxed again as we made love was incredibly beautiful beyond believe. I too had been hovering on the edge for far too long, feeling my own release now joining hers as we came together as one for the first time.
We lay together for long moments afterwards, slowly regaining our senses, collecting our breaths.
"What are we going to do Mark?" Kathy asked worriedly as I held her. "I can't deny loving you, and won't."
"I can't either," I said simply. "We can't go back now, it's no longer possible."
That very night after mom and dad came home, we sat them down and told them how we felt about one another. Understandably, there was a great deal of anguish and apprehension about it after we did, we talked with our parents long into the night about it, but as there were no laws about it, nor any real moral reasons that we couldn't be together, they both soon came to accept our decision, and days later finally came to embrace it.
We did agree to give it a year before getting married, though living together as we were felt like we already where anyway by the time that we did. Kathy now slept with me downstairs in my room every night, our relationship strengthening with each passing day, the atmosphere at home now pleasant, joyful and comfortable nearly all the time, unlike in the past. Even mom and dad seemed to grow closer together during the course of that year, eventually helping us to find our own place, giving us a down payment on a small house as a wedding present.
Perhaps some wouldn't agree with our decision, would find some reason to believe that we shouldn't have come together, and married as we did. But the plain and simple truth of it was, I loved her from nearly the first day that I met her, though it took time and patience and a lot of hard knocks to finally come to that realization for each of us.
Even our own personal wedding vows reflected our feelings, summing up the very thing that had finally brought us together.
As Kathy stood before me, a vision of beauty beneath the most beautiful wedding dress one could ever imagine, friends and family all gathered around to witness it, she held my hands, the ring I had already placed upon her finger along with the one she had just now placed on mine, looking up at me so lovingly, and asked. "Why do you want to marry me?"
"Because, I love you," I told her, "Because I love you."
