Learning from a New Family

I was nervous when I stood on the doorstep. This was going to be my new home, in a new city, away from everyone I knew. I didn’t know what it would be like, or what I would do if I didn’t like it.

I knew a little bit about the home. My foster parent was a woman in her early forties. Seven years ago she had taken in another foster kid, and recently had adopted her. She was a girl, sixteen, two years older than me.

I had just reached the age where I was becoming interested in girls, rather than avoiding them. Still, I doubted it would turn out that way with this girl.

It was the second week of summer, which meant she’d be the only person around my age I’d be likely to see. Once school started in September, I’d get a chance to meet some friends of my own.

Finally, I rang the doorbell. A few moments later a girl answered it. She was small, about my height, and had shoulder length hair, slightly curly and dark brown. She was wearing preppy American Eagle clothes, a tank top and shorts. She was very pretty, and had large innocent brown eyes.

She introduced herself as Sarah, and called for her adoptive mother Emily. Introductions and a tour took a few minutes. The house was three stories high, and had a small basement with a rec-room. The main floor had a washroom, kitchen, dining room, and living room. The second story had a mostly unused playroom, with several chests that were probably full of old toys, two bedrooms (a sparsely furnished one that would be mine, and Sarah’s own dark blue room), as well as a bathroom we would share. The third floor had Emily’s room, her attached bathroom, and an office.

It took me an hour to get settled, unpack my few possessions, and get everything set up. By the time I was done, Emily sent Sarah up to get me for dinner. They had left me alone while I unpacked, which I was grateful for.

After supper, we had a ‘family meeting,’ they explained the ground rules, (pretty standard stuff that I didn’t have a problem with), and went through what to expect over the summer. Emily worked Monday to Friday for most of the day, so a lot of the time it would be just Sarah and I.

We talked about our lives a bit, and I got along well with them. Emily had been a foster kid, and of course Sarah had as well before she was adopted. I felt a sense of kinship with them.

They seemed happy that I was well behaved, and took the change so well. I went to bed early, the move having exhausted me. Before I went to bed, Sarah and Emily assured me that I would fit in well with them.

Last year, I had discovered how to masturbate. These days I did it before bed, because it helped me get to sleep. Instead of one of the fantasies I normally used, I thought about Sarah. Picturing her small, but well shaped breasts, and slim figure I got hard quickly, and had no problem blowing my load.

The first week passed quickly and I really got to know Sarah. She spent most of her time at home, so that I wouldn’t be bored out of my mind. I found that we had lots in common; we enjoyed similar books, and both enjoyed video games. We had long discussions about novels that we had both read, and played against each other in Halo a few times.

I learned quickly that in addition to being pretty, Sarah was smart.

I liked Emily, she was kind, and didn’t impose or try and get my life’s story out of me. She knew that I’d open up in time, and respected that. It was nice to have a little space to breath.

I was in the process of falling asleep a week after I had arrived, when there was a quiet knock at my door. I opened it to the sight of Sarah, wearing a translucent nightgown. Even in the dim light, I could clearly see her nipples, as well as the outlines of her breasts. My breath slightly quickened, and a million thoughts went through my head. I had stayed up late reading, and Sarah had gone to bed an hour and a half ago. Why was she here now? And why did she look so scared?

She crept up to me. “I’m sorry to bug you, but I just had a nightmare, and well, I don’t want to be alone. Thing were pretty bad before Em took me in, and sometimes it’s all so scary…”

I could barely see her blush in the orange glow that leaked through my window from the lamps outside.

I was just wearing boxers, and I thought my rapidly growing erection was painfully obvious, still, I returned to my bed, and drew aside the covers for her. “Sure, I know how it can be.”

She smiled at me, and climbed in next to me. She lay facing me for a while, just staring into my eyes. I didn’t really know what to look at. Uncomfortable, I turned my back on her. A minute later, when I felt her breasts press against my back, I realized she was curling up next to me. Eventually, and with that pleasant sensation, I drifted off to sleep.