Steve Stevie Steven Ch. 01

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Steve Stevie Steven, Chapter 1

The first week of the rest of my life


The most extraordinary week of my life, at least up until that point, started because my sister got up late for school.

It was the summer after high school. We had both graduated from high school just last month and were both enrolled in the nearby community college for the fall, but Suni (yes, that’s her given and full name) was taking a couple of summer classes to bring some grades up for the eventual transfer to the university level. I was spending the summer working for my Uncle David’s construction company. It was hard, physical labor but I was young, and it had the benefit of toning me up.

As it turned out, the crew I was assigned to was between projects, so I was off even though it was Monday and I was looking forward to the day off. My girlfriend, Jasmine, was working at the mall at a Claire’s and was similarly destined for the local community college. We planned to spend the day together before she went to work at 5:00pm so I was up and taking a shower.

Suni had overslept and came crashing into the bathroom to get herself ready. Suni and I shared a bathroom and we each had a door leading into our respective bedrooms. There was an entry area with a vanity that had double sinks, and attached to that was a separate toilet and shower room separated by another door. The setup is commonly referred to as a Jack-and-Jill. It’s been that way since we each got our own rooms and neither of us thought much about it, though as we got older doors were more likely to be closed and locked.

As it turned out, I was just climbing out of the shower and was drying my hair when Suni came in. I had closed her door but left the door to the shower area open for circulation. The result was that I was on display in all my glory when Suni came in, apparently unaware that I had been in the shower just moments before. She had intended to relieve herself and so came face to towel-covered face with her naked twin brother.

I could sense that she stopped suddenly, and I removed the towel and looked at her. I made no effort whatsoever to cover up because frankly I didn’t care if she saw me or not. I was in good shape and not really one to be concerned with modesty anyway. I caught her rather openly staring at my manhood, which when hard was nearly 8 inches and decently thick and even when soft gave a good showing of itself. Since it didn’t seem like she was going to speak I took the initiative.

“What, Suni?”

“Huh,” she responded, breaking her gaze. “Oh nothing, it’s just…”

“Just what, Suni?”

She glanced from my eyes down to my dick and then back to my eyes a couple of times before responding.

“Yours is…well, it’s pretty big.”

“What, bigger than Tommy?”

Tommy Hobson was Suni’s boyfriend and had been since junior year of high school. He was a big guy, having played tight end in high school, and I assumed his endowment would match his physique. I didn’t play sports so had never had to see any of the jocks naked so lacked any actual first-hand knowledge. I also had no specific knowledge of their sexual activity but assumed they were doing something, so it seemed likely she had a basis for comparison.

“Yeah. Actually, quite a bit. I think you’re bigger soft than he is hard.”

That surprised me, since he was taller and had a larger physique than I did, but I guess you never can tell with genetics. I had continued drying myself off and Suni couldn’t seem to take her eyes off me; well, part of me. Her next question shocked me, though.

“Can I…touch it?”

I had no particular problem with it, so I gave her the go ahead. She reached her hand out tentatively, almost like she was afraid it would attack. I smiled a little bit as I found it humorous but the look on her face was quite serious. Her first touch was just a poke, like testing if it was real. I had already felt things start to tingle just from her stare and the touch served to wake him up. I started getting hard before our eyes and she watched with fascination. I had a feeling she wanted zenci escort gaziantep bayan more but was hesitant, so I gave her a little verbal nudge.

“Go ahead, Suni. It’s okay.”

She glanced at me briefly before wrapping her hand around it and even stroked it a couple of times, growing me to my full hardness. It felt good (okay, I know, duh!) and she had a toothy smile as she worked her hand back and forth a few more times before stopping. Suddenly, she changed expression, like coming out of a trance.

“Shit, I’m running late for school.”

She pushed past me and shut the inner door, and seconds later I heard the distinctive tinkling sound of her pee hitting the water in the toilet. I went into my room, draping my towel over the chair of my desk, and closed the door so I could get dressed. I heard the shower turn on and it was still running when I left my room to go pickup Jasmine.


Jasmine was a contrast to Suni. Jas had long brown hair and a slimmer, athletic body, while Suni was blonde and more curvy and voluptuous. Suni also had pretty big boobs where Jasmine was only a large A or small B, though they both were proportionate to their bodies.

Jasmine and I had been together for 3 years and I’d be very much surprised if we didn’t end up married. We’ve been fooling around since our third date and having intercourse since she gifted me her virginity on her 18th birthday last January. She really enjoys sex and we do it a lot, and today was no exception. Fortunately, she’s an only child and both her parents work so the house was free and we spent most of the day naked in bed. I mentioned the shower incident to Jasmine and she thought it was hilarious.

The evening was pretty normal. We had dinner around the table as a family: Me, Suni, mom, and dad. Suni seemed to be having a little trouble looking me in the eyes but I figured as time passed and we got further away from ‘the incident’ (as I seemed to keep calling it) things would get back to normal. Little did I know her behavior was less about the past and more about the future. The immediate future.

I had just finished talking to Jasmine on the phone. She calls me every night she works to let me know she got home okay. We usually talk dirty to each other for a while, which gets me all wound up but that’s the way it goes. I had just clicked off my bedside lamp and was getting comfortable when I heard my bathroom door open. We tended to keep them closed but unlocked for privacy but with easy access.

“Stevie, are you awake?”

“Yeah Suni. What’s up?”

“I was wondering if…if I could touch it again.”

I had been drifting off to sleep before she came in but was suddenly quite awake. I didn’t really have a problem with it, but I didn’t want this to turn into some weird obsession where she came in here every night just to poke at me and get me riled up.

“Suni, do you know what a hand job is?”


“Have you ever given one to Tommy?”

There was a pause.

“Yes. More than one, even.”

“Until he was finished?”

“You mean did I make him shoot?”

I smiled at her choice of words but was careful not to laugh or anything.

“That’s what I mean.”

“Yeah. I was surprised it doesn’t take very long. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, if you want to touch me then you have to give me a hand job.”

“You can’t make me do that!”

“I’m not making you do anything, Suni. I’m telling you what you have to do in trade to get what you asked for. If that’s too much then we can just forget the whole thing.”

It was dark in the room, but I could see her silhouette over by the door. She hadn’t moved and was standing almost perfectly still. She was apparently considering if the price was too high.


I guess not.

It was dark in the room so Suni moved ever so carefully toward the bed and then climbed on to it. I slid the covers off me and thanked someone out there that I had slept nude tonight. She reached out her hand and I took it in mine, guiding her toward my now-engorged cock.

“There’s lotion in the top drawer behind you.”

She refused to release the grip she had on me but was still able to slide the drawer open to get the bottle of basic lotion I kept in there for use as needed. She pumped the lever twice into her right hand and spread it all over my shaft. Shit, that felt good! I was glad I had spent the afternoon fucking Jasmine, or this would be over sooner than I wanted it to be, I thought.

“Yours is so much nicer than Tommy’s.”

“How so?”

“You’re longer and thicker, and I don’t think his gets this hard, either.”

I wished it was lighter in the room, so I could watch, but I had to content myself with the feeling. She was actually pretty good at this. She used both hands and changed her technique from time to time, even scooping up my balls on occasion so they wouldn’t feel left out. Still, she had to work for it, and it was a good 10 minutes of concentrated escort bayan gaziantep work on her part before I busted my nut all over her hand.

“My God, that was a lot!” Suni shrieked after I pumped out my final squirt.

“More than Tommy?” I was really enjoying this comparison.

“Lots more, and yours is thick. His is kind of runny. Jesus, Stevie.”

She hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash her hands, then she grabbed a washcloth and used it to clean me up.

“Thanks, Suni.”

When I was all cleaned she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then headed toward her room. She stopped at the last second.

“Can we do it again sometime?”

I was ready for that question.

“Sure, but next time you do it topless.”

“Topless? Why? You can’t see anything anyway.”

“Because I’m going to fondle your tits. It only seems fair.”

She considered that for a minute, then just shrugged her shoulders and said ‘okay’, and then she was gone. I didn’t know if that meant she would do it or if she agreed to it knowing nothing would happen unless she asked to touch me again. I supposed we would see.



The next night I had my usual call with Jasmine and settled into bed, again without any encumbrances like pajamas or boxers. After laying out the conditions for Suni’s return visit I hadn’t actually expected her tonight. And when I heard her come into the room I told her so.

“I almost didn’t come.”

“What made up your mind?”

She paused for just a moment, unsure whether to admit the truth.

“I decided I wanted you to touch my boobs.”

I smiled in the darkness as I watched Suni’s silhouette pull her nightshirt off over her head. She climbed on to the bed and I had to resist the urge to just grab for her tits. I didn’t want to freak her out or turn her off, so I waited patiently for her to get settled.

She got her hand lotioned up and then took a seat next to me. She turned her body a little to the left, her left leg hanging off the bed and serving to have her body face me more directly. I was already hard in anticipation of touching her, having admired her breasts even since they started growing when she was 12.

I gently put my hand on her right breast and was a little surprised at their firmness. Jasmine’s tits are firm but they’re also quite a bit smaller. I had never touched breasts as big as Suni’s, which aren’t huge but are definitely what I would consider big. In my mind, the larger breasts got the softer they’d be, which they were but not as soft as I expected. I’m probably not explaining it very well. Her nipple was already at attention.

“I bet Tommy loves playing with these things.”

Suni didn’t respond and there was a slight hesitation in her stroking of my shaft and I realized the truth.

“You’ve never let him touch them, have you?”

“Only through my shirt and bra. He’s never touched them bare, or even seen them for that matter.”

“You guys have been together for almost 2 years…”

“I’d rather not talk about Tommy, Stevie.”

“Okay. So, I’m the first guy to touch your bare breasts?”


“No one’s ever seen them either.”

“No guys. Some girls in locker rooms while we’re changing clothes, stuff like that.”

I thought about that for a few seconds. I had always assumed she and Tommy had gone farther. Hell, they’d been together long enough, and she was giving him hand jobs with at least some regularity. Had she flat out told him no? Had he just been happy with getting what he was getting plus an occasional touch through her clothes? But here she was letting me touch them. I wonder…

“Would you mind if we turned on the desk light?”

“You wanna see them, huh?”

“I do.”

“You like that you’re getting stuff I don’t give my boyfriend, huh?”

“Yes, I do,” I confessed.

“Turn on the light.”

She pulled her hand away as I rolled over to turn on the lamp on my bedside table. I rolled back, and she was kind of hunched over, a little embarrassed at being on display.

“You sure are beautiful, Suni.”

That got me a smile and a little arch of her back. Her tits were gorgeous! The light pink of her areolas a stunning topper for the milky white orbs that protruded from her chest. I again began running my hands over her smooth skin and she returned her attention to my cock, which was now as hard as it had ever been. I was trying to distract myself by focusing on her breasts rather than my pleasure, but I was so turned on by the whole situation that it was only maybe another 30 seconds before I blew my load, and even I could tell it was more than usual.

“Damn, Stevie! That was even more than last night!”

She again hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom, washing off her hands and bringing back a washcloth to clean me up. When she was done she gave me a little peck on the lips and then went back into her room.



We were prepping for a new project at work, so I came home exhausted. I nuked some leftover chili for dinner and then went to crash in my room. I woke about 11:00pm to find I wasn’t alone in bed. I clicked on the lamp and wasn’t surprised to find Suni pressed against my back. I was a little surprised to see her topless, wearing just a pair of red satin panties. I liked the view, but what if mom had come in?

“Suni, Suni, wake up.”

She stretched and gave a little yawn, then managed to focus on me after her eyes had adjusted to the light.

“Hey, Stevie. What time is it?”

“About 11:00. What are doing here?”

“I came in to play but you were already asleep, so I decided to lay down next to you. I didn’t actually expect to fall asleep. Are you mad?”

“No, of course not. I was just wondering, but we have to be careful about mom catching us. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what we’re doing but I doubt mom would agree.”

“I didn’t think of that.”

“I don’t think she’d care if you slept in my bed with me, but maybe keep your top on.”


By this time, I was on my back and she was cuddled up against me, her right hand on my chest and her head resting on my shoulder. And then her hand started drifting down until she was gently stroking my cock, and this time without lotion. But it seemed more loving than normal, rather than her just trying to get me off.

I looked down at her and she looked up at me; we just stared into each other’s eyes. I gave her a small smile and she returned it. I brought my left hand up under her chin and lifted it up, and seconds later our lips were together. As much as Suni had been the catalyst for what we had done so far, I was the one that extended my tongue and touched her lips, making it more than just a ‘sister kiss’. Suni responded with some tongue of her own and soon we were fully making out.

Suni continued her manipulation of my manhood as we kissed. I had never expected to get to know my twin quite THIS well, but I had always been aware of my attraction to her and I was totally and completely aroused as our tongues dueled for position. I could feel her stroking becoming more and more frantic, and at last I shot another big load, feeling the warmth splash on to my abdomen. Jesus, that felt good!

Our kissing slowed as the intensity of the moment slowly subsided. Suni took my lower lip between her teeth gently as she pulled away for the last time. We just looked into each other’s eyes for a minute and I think we were both wondering just how far this was going to go. I know for sure that I was. She gave me one last peck and then disappeared into her bedroom. I had to clean myself up.



I was back into ‘work mode’ so I was less tired when I got home that night. We had dinner as a family again, and mom and dad reminded us that they would be gone this weekend on another one of their ‘get reconnected’ trips. They took these about every 3 months or so, leaving right after dad got off work on Friday night and coming home late Sunday evening. They’d go to some city a few hours away (this weekend was Corpus Christi on the Texas gulf coast) and just spend time together. They always came back in a good mood.

During my call with Jasmine that night I reminded her of the trip as well and she told me she remembered. We had plans for her to spend the weekend with me at the house. Our parents both knew we were sexually active and Jasmine was on the pill. She had never spent a weekend with me before and I’m not sure they were thrilled with the idea, but they were aware of it and neither raised an objection.

That night I was waiting for Suni, my lamp still on when she came into the room. She looked at me, then at the lamp then back at me, then giggled a little as she pulled her nightshirt off. She took the same position she had before, lotioned up her hand, and went to work on me while I again gently kneaded and fondled her breasts. This lasted a few minutes when I decided to get a little more adventurous.

My hand drifted down and came to rest on her inner thigh. I left it there and she didn’t seem to have an objection, so I started rubbing and squeezing, and again no objection. Then I changed direction and started getting closer to the pale blue panties she was wearing tonight, and she still didn’t say anything. At last I crossed the final distance, putting my fingers gently on her pussy, though on the outside of her panties.

“Stevie, what are you doing?”

“Do you mind?”

She was quiet for several seconds, though her hands never stopped moving.

“It’s fine. Outside my panties, though, okay?”


She continued stroking me, but she was definitely distracted by what I was doing. I pressed firmly and could feel the crotch of her panties get moist as they absorbed the wetness she was producing. Suni’s breathing became heavier and she closed her eyes, and sometimes she would stop what she was doing to me for a few seconds.

At this point I was nowhere near close, and as this was happening I realized how selfish I had been. She always made sure I got off and then disappeared, and I never gave any thought to her needs or what she was doing. I realized I must have been leaving her to go back to her room and take care of herself. I felt like crap and resolved that never again would she take care of me without me taking care of her.

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