My Stepsister Chose Me for Her First Time

It was three in the afternoon when Daniela came home, dragging the exhaustion of the whole week behind her. The insurance brokerage where she worked had had her glued to the computer from first thing in the morning, without a break. Luckily, it was Friday, and she had two days ahead of her to do absolutely nothing.

Her father and Mónica, her stepmother, had gone off to a rural house until Sunday. In the kitchen, a pot of lentils still warm waited for her. She ate alone, in silence, thinking about how strange her life had been up until she had reached that table.

Her parents separated when she was little. Her mother wanted nothing to do with her when she found out how she identified, so she stayed with her father and scarcely heard from her again. For years it had just been the two of them, while Daniela went through her transition. Until her father rebuilt his life and Mónica and her daughter, Noa, arrived, her stepsister.

After eating, she flopped onto the sofa and put on a medieval fantasy series that a platform had just released. She liked the genre, and although others had disappointed her, this one seemed different. She dozed off without realizing it, until a loud bang of a door woke her.

“I’m home!” announced a young girl’s voice.

Daniela heard footsteps in the hallway and raised an arm from the sofa.

“Noa, I’m here!”

Her stepsister appeared in the living room with her backpack hanging from one shoulder, freshly back from university. At twenty, she still had a touch of childishness about her, a carefree way of moving that sometimes irritated Daniela and other times made her seem adorable.

“Oh, you were here,” she said, surprised. “I thought I was alone.”

“I got off early today, they let me leave an hour sooner,” Daniela explained.

Noa kicked off her shoes and dropped onto the other end of the sofa, taking her phone out of her pocket. She said she had already eaten out with some friends and completely ignored the lentils. Daniela sighed and kept watching her episode, determined not to let the girl steal her peaceful afternoon.

For a while, silence reigned. But then she felt a soft tap on her arm. When she turned, she found Noa with her leg stretched out, brushing her with a sock-covered foot.

“What’s up with you?” the girl asked, bored of her phone.

“Same as always. I worked and I’m tired,” Daniela replied without much enthusiasm.

They talked about the series, which Noa thought was nerdy, and suddenly the conversation tangled up in whether Daniela was a geek because of her taste for fantasy. The girl put her foot in her mouth a little, clarified that she didn’t mean her condition, and Daniela let it go. It wasn’t the first time.

The atmosphere grew a little strained. The two of them kept glancing sideways, one at the TV, Noa at her phone. Until another brush made her shiver. Her stepsister’s foot was no longer still: it climbed slowly up her thigh, over the jeans, dangerously close to her groin.

“Are you mad at me?” Noa asked in a little voice that was half sweet, half mischievous.

“No,” Daniela replied at once, going tense.

The foot kept traveling along her leg, up and down. Something started to harden inside her pants, and far too quickly. Fortunately, the girl stopped moving, though she left her foot resting where it was.

“Hey, do you mind if I put my feet in your lap?”

Daniela swallowed and nodded. This was going to be a harder afternoon than she had imagined.

She tried to focus on the screen, but she couldn’t. Her eyes drifted again and again to Noa. Since they had met, that girl had driven her crazy. She had a young body with adult curves, long legs, a perky ass, big breasts, and an angelic face framed by a long brown mane. Daniela had never been with anyone so young; her only experiences had been with older women, and what she felt now was a desire that had never been satisfied.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Noa said suddenly. “Do you like women or men?”

Daniela turned, stunned.

“Why do you want to know that?”

“Curiosity. Dad and Mom are always telling us to connect, right?”

She gave in, as she knew she would. She told her she was a lesbian, that she had realized it by looking at other girls, that transitioning had had nothing to do with it. Noa listened with unusual attention, not taking her eyes off her.

“And did you hook up with any of them?”

“With older women, who weren’t scared off by the fact that I had a cock. They even enjoyed it,” she confessed, surprised at how openly she was speaking. “For a lot of girls I was just too different. The last one was a couple of years ago. It’s not easy for me to go out and pick up girls.”

“I didn’t think it was that hard,” Noa commented, saddened.

“Not all of us have it easy. You, for example, won’t have any trouble. You’re really pretty.”

She noticed it instantly. Noa tensed, looked away, drew her legs up against her body in a shy pose. Something had stirred inside her. Daniela decided to answer her curiosity with the same coin.

“Tell me, do you like boys, girls, or both?”

The silence was revealing. The girl withdrew into herself, her index finger brushing her lips, vulnerable and charming at the same time.

“I’m not going to laugh or tell anyone,” Daniela soothed her, moving a little closer. “I promise it’ll be our secret.”

They looked at each other. And then, without warning, Noa kissed her.

Daniela’s eyes flew wide open. Her stepsister was kissing her, her soft, warm lips pressed to hers. It was wonderful and terrible at the same time. She pulled away at once.

“Noa, why did you kiss me?” she asked, more sharply than she intended.

“To tell you what I like,” the girl replied, resolute.

“I’m quite a bit older than you. And on top of that, we’re sisters.”

“Age is just a number, and we’re not real sisters,” she shot back. “Besides, I thought you’d like it. I’ve caught you looking at me many times. You always have your eyes on my tits and my ass.”

Daniela was left with no defense. She thought she hid it better.

“I’m not made of stone and you’re very pretty, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything with you.”

“I just want to know what it feels like to kiss a woman,” Noa admitted, and then, after an endless silence, let out the truth. “Look, I like you. And I want to try it with you.”

That confession tore down the last barrier. It was Daniela who started the next kiss. When their lips met, a current ran through her entire body. She had wanted this for too long. She started slowly, sucking on her lips, brushing her tongue against them, without frightening her. When she pulled away, Noa was speechless.

“So, what did you think of your first real kiss?”

“Well... it’s nice,” the girl stammered.

Daniela laughed softly, stroked her cheek and lost herself in her hair. There was no turning back now.

“Noa, you drive me crazy,” she murmured with desire and regret.

They kissed again, this time both of them wanting the same thing. Their mouths fused, their tongues made contact. Noa had no experience, but she was eager, and Daniela guided her with gentle movements. When they pulled apart, both were breathing hard.

“You must have had some experience with guys, right?” Daniela asked.

“It’s just that...,” the girl hesitated, uncertain. “I’m a virgin.”

Her jaw nearly hit the floor.

“And don’t you want... to do it with me?”

“Yes. I want you to be my first time,” Noa answered with a certainty that left her breathless. “You’re affectionate and attentive. I know it won’t be a bad experience with you.”

By then, Daniela had not a shred of sanity left. She kissed her again, this time slipping in her tongue, savoring her warmth. Noa settled astride her, pressing her body against hers, and then there was nothing they could do but devour each other.

Daniela’s hands slid down her back to her ass, trapped in her tracksuit pants, and kneaded it hungrily. Noa rubbed herself against her, her breasts flattening, her crotch fitting just over the hardness she could no longer hide. She laid her down on the sofa and unzipped her jacket, revealing splendid breasts beneath a white T-shirt.

“Jesus, what a rack,” she exclaimed.

She took off her shirt and the girl, not to be outdone, ripped hers off in one tug.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” Noa commented, delighted.

“I don’t need one.”

Daniela’s breasts were medium-sized, firm, with small, prominent nipples. Noa’s, on the other hand, were large and full beneath her white bra. The girl lunged at her and began licking and sucking her nipples avidly, drawing a moan from her.

“I want to know what it feels like,” she said between licks.

A naughty hand stroked her through her pants, found her hardness, and lowered the zipper to slip inside. With all control already lost, Daniela returned the favor: she pulled down her tracksuit pants and grabbed her ass, discovering she was wearing a thong. Noa was jerking her off awkwardly but eagerly, until she asked to see it.

Daniela sat up and pulled her pants down. Her member sprang free, hard, and the girl’s mouth fell open.

“Jesus. It’s big.”

She wrapped her hand around it and started moving it up and down, fascinated. Then, without warning, she bent down and planted a kiss on the tip. Daniela saw stars. Noa began licking her along the shaft, leaving trails of saliva, and ended up taking as much of it into her mouth as she could.

“Go slowly, as far as you can,” Daniela told her, stroking her hair.

The girl sucked enthusiastically, savoring the tip, while Daniela held her mane to look at her. It was the most arousing image she had ever seen. She felt herself getting close far too soon.

“Slow down or I’m going to come.”

“Are you going to shoot semen?” Noa asked, torn between panic and curiosity. “I want to see it.”

Daniela guided her hand in a slow tug, kissing her, until the rhythm grew and she could no longer hold back.

“I’m coming, Noa!”

She closed her eyes and felt the spasms, the spurts coming out without restraint. When she opened them, her chest, belly, and crotch were splattered white, and Noa was staring at all of it with eyes like saucers.

“You came a lot,” the girl said, amazed. “And it’s still hard.”

“I hadn’t come in a while and I’ve got the sexiest girl on the planet in front of me.”

Noa, far from pulling away, lowered her head and swallowed the member again, gathering up the remains. Then she moved up her belly, licking everything, cleaning her breasts with little flicks of her tongue, and finished by giving her a long kiss so Daniela could taste her own flavor.

“It tastes weird. Salty and bitter, but I love it,” the girl said, very satisfied.

“Now it’s my turn,” Daniela replied.

She laid her down again and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were freed, large and round, with a pink nipple surrounded by a wide areola.

“They’re perfect, Noa.”

She kneaded them carefully, licked them, nibbled them until she made her scream, and then she began to descend. She kissed her belly, her navel, drawing giggles and shivers, until she reached her sex. She pulled off her thong and spread her legs: a beautiful pussy, with thin, shaved lips, already soaking wet.

“One of the best I’ve ever seen,” she murmured. “And now I’m going to devour it.”

She stuck out her tongue and began to lick it. Noa arched at the first touch.

“God, Daniela!”

She had barely brushed her and the girl was already shouting that she was about to come. Her body tightened, her back curved, and Daniela gathered up as much as she could with her tongue. She didn’t stop. She focused on the clit, sucking it, drawing circles, while the girl writhed and bit a finger.

“It’s incredible! Don’t stop!”

She made her come again, and again, alternating her tongue inside her with her fingers, prolonging that sweet torture. At one point she went down to her asshole, licking it, while two fingers entered her tight, soaked pussy. Noa couldn’t take any more.

“Daniela... I can’t hold on!”

With her thumb she rubbed her clit, moved her fingers in circles, and the girl exploded into the wildest orgasm of all, torso upright, hips out of control. Daniela felt the contractions around her fingers. When she relaxed, she almost fell off the sofa.

She pulled out her fingers, sticky, and sucked them clean. Then she lay down on top of her. Noa was half gone, her hair messy over her face, adorable.

“How are you, little one?”

“Very good. I never imagined you could feel so good,” she replied, radiant.

They kissed again, slowly, while Daniela positioned her member once more hard against the girl’s belly.

“Hey... are we going to do it?” Noa asked.

The question froze her. She knew what she meant. She thought about what her father would say, and banished the idea. They had already gone too far.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Of course I am. I told you I wanted it to be you.”

“All right. But let me do it, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She settled over her and slid her member until it brushed her soaked pussy. She rubbed it up and down, bumping the clit, drawing soft moans from her. She cursed not having condoms on hand, but by then it was no longer the moment.

“Relax. It’ll be fine.”

She pushed slowly, sliding the tip in little by little. Heat enveloped her at once. Noa tensed.

“Am I hurting you?”

“It’s okay, keep going,” the girl whispered.

She advanced carefully, watching every reaction. There was a slight whimper, a small tear. Daniela pulled back a little to check, but there was no blood, only sheen. She soothed her, kissed her, and finished entering while telling her in her ear to breathe deeply.

Then she started moving, slowly, setting the rhythm. Noa moaned, and not from pain.

“Do you like it, baby?”

“Yes, don’t stop.”

She increased the pace little by little. Her stepsister’s pussy was tight and hot, a wonderful place. She went down to lick her bobbing breasts, catching the nipples, and the girl came again, her walls clenching around the member. Daniela slowed down to let her rest, but soon she thrust again, harder.

“You’re going harder than before!” Noa panted, digging her nails into her ass to pull her in deeper.

Neither of them had anything left to give. Daniela felt the end approaching.

“I’m going to come. I’ll pull out.”

But Noa’s legs closed around her waist, not letting her escape.

“Don’t pull out,” she begged. “I’m close too.”

That sentence changed everything. Dazed, Daniela could only kiss her and drive on harder. Whatever had to happen, would happen.

“I’m almost there!” Noa shouted.

“Me too!”

The two of them exploded at once. Pleasure ran through them like an electric shock. Daniela felt her stepsister’s pussy clenching around her at the same time her member emptied inside, filling her with warmth. When it was over, they were wrecked, one on top of the other, beaded with sweat.

It took a while for them to recover. Daniela pulled out slowly and watched the remains of her cum slip out of Noa.

“You come a lot,” the girl commented, making her smile.

They kissed, no longer with the anxiety of before. They had consummated months of contained attraction.

“Damn, what we just did,” Daniela murmured, her mind growing colder by the second.

“It was something that had to happen,” Noa replied calmly. “You desired me, and I’ve been infatuated with you since we met. So, we’re a couple, right?”

“We’ll see.”

“Seriously?” Frustration showed on her face.

Daniela stroked her cheek tenderly.

“It’s still too soon to jump into a relationship. First let’s see where all this takes us, okay?”

Noa didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she answered with another sudden kiss that stood for a yes. It wasn’t clear what that madness they had just started would bring them, but one thing was certain: they didn’t want to be without each other.

“By the way, we’re going to fuck more, right?” the girl asked.

“We’re alone all weekend,” Daniela replied, wickedly. “What do you think?”

They both laughed and stayed wrapped up together on the sofa, resting. Daniela thought about her father, about Mónica, about how the hell they were going to keep all this hidden when they came back. Then she banished the doubts. For now she just wanted to enjoy the moment. They’d sort out the rest later, somehow.