From Friend, to Stepsister, to Lover? Part 1?

“Tick, tock, tick, tock…” the clock went. I was staring at the clock waiting for the bell to ring. Final exams have just finished, but my school had a couple of extra days to get grades processed. I knew that once the bell rang, I would be home free, done with sophomore year of high school, and summer vacation would begin. As my teacher said something (I swear that I don’t even know what she was saying. I’d have to assume that it was something along the lines of have a good summer or something like that), the bell rang, and everyone rushed out of the classroom. I went to my locker to clean it out, and then I accidentally bumped into Alyssa. She is one of the hottest, if not the hottest, girl in the school, and by far the hottest girl in my grade. She ended up dropping a couple of papers and two notebooks as a result of us bumping into each other.

“Sorry about that.” She said.
“No. It’s my bad.” She then proceeds to pick her stuff up and I help her. When I hand over her stuff,
“Oh, Kevin. Hi!”
She goes in for a hug, which I also do just to be polite. While we talk, we start to walk. And because of her hugging me, I end up getting a massive hard-on, which I try to cover up with a notebook.
“Hey Alyssa. What’s up?”
“Nothing. Thank god school’s over.”
“You can say that again.”
“You got any plans for the summer?”
“Not much. Just relaxing, doing stupid school work a week before, the usual. And my dad’s getting married again.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. What about you?”
“Relaxing, work. The usual. And my mom’s getting married.”
“Really? When?”
“On the 14th. Any reason?”
“Damn. I was gonna ask if I could come along, but my father’s getting married on the same day.”
“That sucks. I probably would have asked you anyway.”

I should get to describing the two of us. I’m 16 years old, black hair, brown eyes, and stand around 5’10 with a somewhat average build. I’m not a complete bodybuilder, but I’m not morbidly obese either. I do what I need to do in order to get by. Right now, I was just wearing tan-colored cargo shorts, and a red t-shirt. On the other hand, she’s 15 years old (turning 16 in a few weeks), has dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, stands around 5’5 with a slender build, real nice face and smile, 34D boobs (I think. It was either 34D or 34DD), and one hell of an ass. She’s also on the tennis team. At the time, she was wearing a gray tank top and shorts that showed how round her ass was. No, both of us weren’t going commando. Truth be told, I met her first day of high school, but I never really talked to her since then. I’ve only seen her around the school. Since the middle of freshman year, when I got home after school, I would go to my room, drop my bag, and jerk off to the thought of her. Since then, I could really only imagine Alyssa as I would jerk off.

As our conversation ended, we exited the school, finally juniors. The buses were lined up and everyone was getting on.
“I gotta go.”
“How come?”
“I take the bus to get home.”
“How about I come along with you?”
“But what about you getting home?”
“It’s alright. I live around the corner from Dairy Queen.” Before I continue, Dairy Queen was one of the local hotspots.
“Really? I live around there too.”
“So about going with you on the bus?”
“Sure, if you’d like to.”

We get on the bus and I decide to get off a couple of stops early, because it’s a nice day. A habit of mine is to get off a couple of streets before mine to take a walk. Alyssa comes with me, and we just talk about stuff like family, interests, etc. It turns out that we’re both pretty similar, liking the same kind of music, sport teams, etc. We get to my house, and I get in to find my mom.

“Kevin. If you’re at the door, can you come into the kitchen?”
“Sure mom. I brought over a friend, too.”

We both went into the kitchen when the following occurs.

“Well, look at this. The best man and the maid of honor walking in together.” my mom said.
“Wait, what?” both Alyssa and I said. That’s when Alyssa’s dad came into the room going behind us and got both of us in a bear hug. Alyssa screamed, while I said, “Wait, what is going on here?” while being swung around.
“Hey there, kiddo.” Alyssa’s dad said.
“Dad. What’s going on here?” Alyssa asked her dad.
“We both had a talk. And we decided who the best man and one of the bridesmaids would be.” my mom said.
“So you two are getting married on the 14th?” I asked my mom.
“That’s right. And Kevin, you’re going to be the best man at the wedding.”
“Alyssa, kiddo. You’re going to be the maid of honor at the wedding.”
“What? So that means…” I said as turned towards Alyssa.
“That means we’re going to be stepsiblings.” Alyssa said as she turned toward me.

After a while, and me being stunned at the new information, my mom asks, “What’s wrong, honey?”
“So much to take in at one time. By the way, when are they moving in?”
“They’re moving in on Saturday.”
“Besides, today’s Wednesday.” Alyssa said.
“Kevin. Why don’t you give Alyssa a tour of her future home?” my mom asked.
“Sure.” I said, and turned to Alyssa. “You ready?”
“Sure.” I then left with Alyssa to give her a tour of the house.

It wasn’t a very big house, but not small either. It was a two-floor (three-floor including the basement), 4-bedroom, 2-bathroom house. My mom and I used two of the bedrooms as storage. There was a bathroom on each floor above the basement. And my mom’s room was on the first floor, right by the bathroom. Then there was the living room and den. The second floor consisted of my bedroom, the other bathroom, and the other two bedrooms. The second floor after the stairs was basically a straight-lined hallway after facing left. There were 2 doors on the right, and 2 on the left. My room faced to the right, as one of the bedrooms for storage was connected to the bathroom.

“So, which one will be my bedroom?” Alyssa asked.
“Depends. Which one do you want?”
“I’ll take the one that’s connected to the bathroom.”
“Sure. We’ll get that cleaned out by Saturday.”
At that time, our parents called us down to the living room.
“Kids, we’re gonna go out tonight, so it’ll be you two here alone. We left some money in case you two get hungry.”
“Mom. I know the deal. And I’m pretty sure Alyssa knows the deal from her dad.”
“Numbers are on the fridge for emergencies. If anything happens, call one of us. We’ll be back around 12:30 or 1:00. Have fun.”
“You too.” We both said, and our parents were off. The clock read 7:15.
“So…what do you want to do?” I asked.
“Hm…let’s just stay in and watch a movie or something.”
“Sure. Why not?” I said.