Step by Stepsister by Zixtank

Story by Zixtank

Yeah I know; title could be done better but it was better than the other suggestions =P

Either way, here's my most recent story, yet again a one-shot (I'm too busy to write anything continuous. Sorry).

I've wanted to write somethinjg like this for a while and as I'm sure you deduced out of the title, it's a about sex with a stepsister, or in this case, two, both of which are futa.

I appologize for the plot being a bit long here and perhaps not the best I've written, but I enjoyed writing it =) It was an interresting and a bit difficult to do, so pardon in advance if you find the plot hard to understand at some point.

At any rate, I liked it and I hope you will too once you read it =)

As always, critique is well recieved ^^

Note: I still hate FP's paragraph killer =(

Step by Stepsister

It’s been well over three months since that time when I was introduced to my mew family. My dad remarried after he and mom had a fallout and mom got so pissed she moved half the country away just to not be in “ that hoe-fucker’s” presence. Guess that comment also reflects on why they had a fallout in the first place.

And when my dad’s new wife, Diane moved in with us along with her two daughters Gina and Nicole, I was sorta pissed off. Maybe it was because I felt they were intruding or that I just didn’t feel comfortable with suddenly having a bunch of girls in the house. Another thing that kept nagging me was Gina and Nicole’s constant neglect of me, treating every cubic foot with me in it as empty space or a dangerous zone full of disgusting, poisonous fungi or something.

“Dude, you have model-quality ladies living in your house and you’re not making the move?” That’s Steve, ladies man and self-proclaimed personification of awesomeness. Well, you get the point of what kind of guy he is.

“I would have if they didn’t distance themselves from me like I’m some sort of toxic frog.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ethan said. He’s like Steve, just without the awesomeness and he’s not a ladiesman. All in all, a skirtchaser. The funny thing is that he’s had more sex than either of us together. “There are a lot of fish in the sea and trust me, I love this type of fish; I love it when they wriggle.” He said.

“I never really had my eyes on them to begin with, you know,” I said, looking around the school yard which was beginning to get somewhat crowded as it always did during lunch. “I just wish they didn’t treat me like leftovers from two years ago.”

Underneath a tree not too far away I could see Gina sitting in a crowd, talking eagerly with a bunch of girls and boys, most of which belonged to the I’m-more awesome-than-thou-club.

Can’t blame her for getting popular so fast though; she along with her sister, has got decent, well-proportioned curves and more sex appeal than most top models nowadays. The only things differing between the two are their hair color and personality where Gina is mostly the cold, dark haired one and Nicole is the white-blonde and more up-front one.

“Must be a burn though, being so close to two slices of the best meat and not being able to eat it.” Ethan said.

“Kinda like a master chef,” Steve noted and we had a laugh and few jokes out of that one.

The bell rang as the day came to an end from which I, as soon as I exited the gates of my school, crashed into Cole, the school’s probably highest ranked jock, so to speak. Only reason he’s so high and mighty though is that he knows he’s bound for the state football team given that he gets good enough grades in all his subjects.

“The fuck…?” He said sharply as he backed up by reflex. “Watch where you’re going, shit-face.” He said and with one hand, slammed me against the wall.

“Geez, sorry for existing,” I snapped back. I’d long since stopped caring about bullies. They didn’t frighten me, especially not Cole as I’d known since we were kids that he’s never had the guts to hit anyone. “Maybe if your fat ass wasn’t so huge you didn’t have to bump into people all the time.”

A serious of challenging “oooooooh”’s went through the crowd of friends that followed him.

“You’ve got balls to be talking back to me, shithead,” he replied calmly, though his face said otherwise.

“I do?” I asked, trying not to show that I had difficulties keeping my cool because of his hand almost suffocating me. “Thanks for the compliment, buzz-head.” I replied, indicating to his haircut.

“Oh, you little…” What kind of little I was I never knew as he was suddenly pushed aside by a long, stocking-covered leg that ended in a black pair of high heels.

“Out of my way,” Nicole said and brushed a lock of her pearl-slash-gold colored hair out of her face, the rest of it bound up in a ponytail. As Cole looked to see who’d pushed him away, she slammed her backpack in my face. “Don’t go terrorizing my piccolo.”

“What the hell, Nicole?” I asked and dropped her bag.

“Shut up, pick

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