Dannye was my seventeen year old step-sister. She became my step-sister when my dad married Marianne, my new step mom. My real mother had abandoned our family for another guy, and while my mom and I were still close, that special bond we had never really solidified as I got into my teenage years, especially since her new husband didn’t want “bratty teenagers” around his house.

I was happy when my dad married Marianne, because for the very first time in a long time, there wasn’t a lot of screaming and yelling in the house and because Marianne was cool. She never pushed me to do anything and she left me to do whatever I wanted to do. Yes, I had chores to do, but once they were done, I was free to go to the mall, hang out with friends or just be lazy.

I had two real close friends--Paul and Mickey. Paul was one year younger than me and Mickey one year younger than Paul. I liked Paul the best, because he had a sister who was a cheerleader and although she was a year older than me, I thought she was next best thing to peach ice cream. Unfortunately, she had her own circle of friends.

Dannye was a year younger than me. For the most part, we got along pretty well, except when she invaded my gaming room.

“You don’t touch my games,” I told her, “…and I won’t play with your dolls or make-up.”

When we were younger, we used to have make-believe family fights with my GI Joe always winning over her Barbie Doll. As we grew older, we did silly things that only the two of us could relate to.

“Please, please, please,” Dannye begged, “I have to know what my eye shadow looks like before I put it on.”

I acquiesced.

Dannye took a step back from me, after marking me up and said, “Blue eye shadow is not your color.”

I had to agree.

We were sitting by the pool, drinking a beer, Paul and Mickey and I. I remember the summer night like it was yesterday. We thought we were cool, drinking beer. I had just turned eighteen and was in my senior year of high school. Paul and Mickey still had a bit of maturing to go.

Paul nodded his head at Mickey and they both looked up at the second floor bedroom window. Dannye was walking back and forth, talking on her cell phone. She was silhouetted in the light of the room. I hadn’t given much thought to the physical development of Dannye, mainly because she was my step-sister and I saw her every day.

“Man,” Paul remarked, “Dannye has some great ta-tas.”

“Dude,” I remarked, “that’s my step-sister!”

“She still has some great ta-tas,” Paul reiterated.

I chalked Paul’s comments up to Paul being Paul. He was a bit on the crude side.

A few days later, as I was lying on my bed, Dannye wandered in and asked me where everyone was.

“Who is ‘everyone’?” I asked.

“Paul and Mickey,” she replied.

“I don’t know, probably off circle-jerking somewhere,” I replied. I was annoyed because I was trying to play a new on-line video game. Dannye rolled her eyes and plopped down on my bed beside me.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Playing a new game,” I replied.

“Can I watch?” she asked.

“Are you that bored?” 

“Yes, Betty is out with Chuck, Chick is out with Sam and the Cat in the Hat is stoned,” Dannye replied, propping her head up in the palm of her hand, as she lay prone on her stomach next to me. I loved the nick names she had for her friends.

I zapped a zombie. Yes!!

“I saw you guys drinking beer by the pool,” Dannye remarked, as another zombie approached me.

“You should have come down and joined us,” I replied, zapping the Zombie with my ray gun.

“So I could be a part of the circle-jerk?” Dannye replied, “I don’t think so.”

“Well, you were putting on a pretty good show,” I replied, as I zapped two additional zombies.

“Show?” What show?” Dannye asked.

“Oh please,” I responded as another zombie exploded on my laptop. “You know what you were doing.”

Dannye was totally clueless. I keyed her in on what had transpired.

“Even Paul made a comment about your boobs,” I said.

“My boobs? What boobs?” Dannye replied.

“Oh please,” I replied, zapping zombies, left and right, “Your ta-tas, your tits, those delectable melons on your chest.”

Dannye glanced down at her chest and back at me.

“Delectable?” she asked.

“OK, maybe they aren’t delectable,” I replied, “but they are noticeable.”

“You noticed my boobs?” Dannye inquired.

“No, no, no,” I replied, “Paul and Mickey did.”

Actually, I had noticed them as well, but I didn’t want to be perceived as some type of pervert.

“And you’re telling me,” Dannye pressed, “that you didn’t notice them as well?”

“No,” I replied. I was lying through my teeth and Dannye knew it.

Dannye flipped on to her back and stared at the ceiling. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. My sister had boobs. I felt kind of weird thinking about it, but at the same time, I was turned on.

“Do you want to see them?” Dannye asked.

“See what?” I replied. I knew what she meant, but I couldn’t bring myself to say “Yes.”

“My boobs,” Dannye replied.

“That’s sick,” I replied. “You’re my sister.”

“Step-sister,” Dannye replied, “And no, it is not weird--they’re just boobies.”

“No,” I argued back, “It is weird.”

Dannye stayed quiet for a second and then she rolled back on to her side and faced me. I was lying on my back, my laptop on my stomach. I zapped another zombie and got a three-for-one kill.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, pumping my first.

Dannye grabbed my laptop and closed the cover.

“Hey!” I protested, trying to re-open the cover.

“I want to show you my boobies!” Dannye pressed.

“OK, fine,” I acquiesced.

Dannye sat up on my bed, cross-legged. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her small but fine looking boobs to me. Her nipples looked liked pencil erasers, sticking out on the ends of her small mounds.

“What do you think?” Dannye asked.

“Looks like tits to me,” I replied, grabbing my laptop from her lap.

“You are horrible!” Dannye replied, obviously upset. She stomped out of my bedroom, her t-shirt in hand.

I minimized the game window and instantly, I was back in the chat room with the seductress of my dreams.

“Thanks guys,” the on-line porno queen typed in the chat room. “I am going private now, so if you want to see the real thing, be sure to put in your credit card number.” The screen froze at that point.

“Fuck!” I mumbled under my breath.

I closed out the window and thought about Dannye. I wondered down the hall, intent on apologizing to her. As I approached her bedroom, I could see her door was slightly open. I started to go in, when I heard her moan. I stopped short of entering and peeked in the small opening of the door. Dannye was lying on her bed, dressed only in her pink panties. She had her fingers stuck deep into her panties.

I couldn’t believe it. I stood mesmerized, my cock getting harder and harder. My sister was masturbating right in front of me. I could tell the exact moment she got off, because she banged on the bed with her fist, while fingering herself in a wild frenzy.

I had never seen Dannye completely naked, much less masturbating. I jerked off all the time and this was the first time I had come to realize that girls do the same thing. The sight of seeing her fingering herself really turned me on. I quickly slipped back down the hall and took out my rock hard cock. Within seconds, I was shooting my load, into a bathroom towel, that I held in front of me.

A couple of days went by and not much was said between Dannye and myself. Finally, I approached her as she was sitting alone by the pool one afternoon. Our parents were both at work.

I took up a seat, next to Dannye. She was wearing her traditional cut off shorts and a midriff bearing t-shirt.

“I want to apologize,” I began.

Dannye cut me off.

“No, It’s my fault,” she replied. “I was in a funky mood and it was wrong of me to do that.”

“No,” I countered, “It was OK, in fact, as bad as I hate to admit it, and I hope you don’t think of me as a pervert, but it kind of turned me on.”

“You’re no pervert,” Dannye replied. “You’re my step-brother.”

“A perverted step-brother,” I replied, hoping a bit of self-shaming might get me back in her good graces.

“No more than me being a perverted step-sister,” Dannye replied.

“Yeah,” I replied, “You know, you really should close your bedroom door before . . .”

I caught myself mid-sentence and stopped.

“You are a pervert!” Dannye exclaimed. “I can’t believe you would spy on me like that!”

“I wasn’t spying,” I argued back. “You left your door open.”

“You pervert!”

“I might be a pervert, but who is the bigger pervert? Me for spying or you for leaving the door open?” I shot back.

“I can’t believe you would spy on me like that!” Dannye argued.

I didn’t have a response. After a few seconds of silence, Dannye countered, “I knew you were watching.”

“Bullshit! You didn’t even know I was there.”

“Yes, I did,” Dannye argued back.

“No, you didn’t.” 

“Yes, I did.”

“No you didn’t!” I replied.

Our argument was going nowhere fast. I stayed quiet, because I knew eventually, Dannye would cave in and admit I was right. All I had to do is wait.

After a few minutes of silence, Dannye asked, “So did you like what you saw?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Yes?” Dannye responded, “Just a simple ‘yes’?”

“Yes.” 

“You are horrible!” Dannye responded. “Absolutely fucking horrible!”

“Thank you,” I sarcastically replied.

“That’s the last time I jerk off for you!” Dannye remarked.

“Oh please,” I replied, “Like you were jerking off because of me. . .You’re a horny bitch, and you just can’t control yourself!?"

“Bitch?” Dannye exclaimed, “Did you just call me a bitch?”

“Yes,” I replied. I knew I had crossed a line. I immediately apologized.

Dannye sat up in her chair and stared at me.

I thought for sure, she was going to go ape-shit wild. I knew I was bigger than her and that I could hold my own, but the thought of having to explain a fight between us to our parents, scared me.

“I might be a horny bitch, but this bitch can tear you a new asshole,” Dannye remarked.

Oh crap! I had never seen this side of my step-sister. Dannye pulled the rubber bands out of her pony tail and shook her long brown hair loose. I apologized profusely. Then, she looked at me and smiled.

“Gotcha!” she remarked, laughing out loud.

She had me. I hated it.

Our pool conversation figured prominently into my thoughts for the next few days. I found myself fantasizing about Dannye. I struggled with my thoughts, knowing she was my step-sister and rationalizing that since we weren’t blood-related, it was probably perfectly OK to fantasize.

I was washing the family car and Dannye stepped out to watch me work, setting up a chair under the shade of a tree in our front yard.

“You know,” I remarked, looking at her as she sat in the chair watching me work, “You could help."

“You have a sexy butt,” Dannye remarked.

“That is not the type of help I was wanting,” I replied.

“You know, I’m getting horny, just sitting here watching you work.”

“Shut up,” I shot back.

“No,” Dannye replied, “I’m serious.”

I was working my ass off and Dannye was playing around. I didn’t say anything as I worked my way around the car. I glanced up and she was staring right at me.

“Do you really get off, when you know I am watching you?” I asked. Dannye smiled.

“Oh yeah,” Dannye replied.

I squirted a stream of water on to the tires of the car.

“Don’t you?” Dannye asked.

“Don’t I what?” 

“Don’t you get horny watching me?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Can I watch you jack off sometime?” Dannye asked.

Her question caught me off guard. I continued to squirt a steady stream of water on to the car. I didn’t respond. I had to try and wrap my head around this. My step-sister was asking me to jerk off in front of her.

“I suppose so,” was the only quick answer I could provide. I didn’t even think through all of the ramifications before the words came out.

Dannye didn’t say anything else and after a moment or so, she sauntered back towards the house. I watched as she wiggled her cute ass, which was barely contained in her very short cut-off shorts. I couldn’t believe it. I was admiring the ass of my younger step-sister.

That evening, Mikey and Paul came over to the house. Dad and Marianne had gone out for the evening to visit friends. As Dad left, he winked at me and said, “Please, no wild parties, no wild women and save me some beer. We might be back late or it may be in the morning, so please don’t burn the house down.”

Dad was cool.

I couldn’t get Dannye out of my mind. I told Paul and Mickey as we sat around trying to be cool, drinking dad’s beer that he asked us to not drink, that if we played our cards right I was willing to bet that we would get a great window show.

“How do you know?” Paul pressed.

“Trust me, I know."

Two beers down and the sun had set. Still, there was no show. The light came on in Dannye’s room and we watched with anticipation to see the show. Ten minutes passed.

“I think we got stood up,” Paul remarked. "Hold on, wait a sec."

Dannye’s silhouette appeared in the window. As quickly as she appeared, she disappeared. She was toying with us.

I called Dannye’s cell phone. There was no answer. I re-dialed the number.

“What?” Dannye asked, sounding annoyed.

“I’m sitting at the pool,” I said.

“So?” 

“Step back in front of the window,” I instructed. “I want to see you.”

We watched as Dannye re-appeared in the window, silhouetted against the glow of her room light.

“Where are you?” Dannye asked, looking out the window.

“I’m at the pool.” 

“I can’t see you,” Dannye said.

“That’s fine,” I replied. “I can see you.”

“So what do you want?” 

“Take off your shirt,” I said.

“My shirt?” 

“Yes, your shirt,” I repeated.

Dannye stripped out of her shirt as Paul, Mickey and I watched from the pool.

“Your bra too,” I replied.

“Jesus Christ!” Dannye responded. “What else?”

“Well, if you want to strip, go for it, but all I can see from here, is from your waist up.”

We watched as Dannye slipped out of her bra. She bent over and then stood back up, waving her panties over her head.

“Do you want to come watch me get off?” Dannye asked.

“I have company.” 

“Oh my gawd!” Dannye yelled into the phone. “Who?”

“Paul and Mickey,” I replied.

“Are they with you, right now?” Dannye inquired.

“Yes.”

“Did they-- ” Dannye inquired, cutting herself off mid-sentence.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Oh my fucking gawd!” Dannye exclaimed. The phone went dead and almost immediately, her bedroom light went out.

“Dude,” Paul remarked, “You just outed us.”

“Hold on,” I replied. “She’ll be back.”

“How do you know?” Mickey asked.

“She is my sister,” I replied, “and I know. . . my sister.”

The sliding glass doors from the patio into the house slid open and Dannye stepped out, wrapped in a bath towel.

“I didn’t know we had a pervert convention going on,” Dannye remarked, pulling up a chair to sit in front of the three of us.

“Any beer left?” Dannye asked.

“You don’t like beer,” I replied.

“You would be surprised at what I might like,” Dannye replied. She pulled at the towel and allowed it to fall from around her tight little teenage body. She was completely naked.

Paul, Mikey and I all looked at each other, speechless.

“Do I need to get my own beer?” Dannye asked.

Paul and Mickey each dug into the cooler in front of then and grabbed a bottle of beer to hand to Dannye. Dannye took the beer from Paul, who quickly needled Mickey about being slow.

Dannye laughed.

“Sometimes,” she remarked, biting down on her lower lip, “slow is good.”

Danny twisted the top off the beer bottle and took a sip of the beer. She made a face and shook her head back and forth.

“Yuck!” she exclaimed, “I don’t know how you guys drink this shit!”

None of us said a word. I couldn’t believe my step-sister was sitting totally butt ass naked in front of me and my two best friends, drinking a beer.

“OK,” Danny began, setting her beer on the table, “Who is first?”

“Who is first, what?” Paul asked.

Danny looked at me.

“Is he for real?”...