Misha & Grace

It was just a few weeks ago, I decided to visit with my Step Mom and sister in Idaho. They live in a tiny little town Warm Lake. My dad past-away about 12 years ago when my adopted sister, Misha was only 3 years old, I was 23 at the time. I grew up with my natural mother but my whole life I visited Warm Lake as often as possible. I moved from Seattle to Northern California about a year after dad died. It had been almost 5 years since my last visit with Danielle (Step Mom) and Misha. It’s a long drive from San Francisco but I love to visit when I can because the country up there is so beautiful. As I said it’s a tiny little town, only about 200 people in all so when an outsider like myself arrives, everyone knows about it. There is only one store, serving as the grocery store, gas station, post office, local bar and town center. It’s about the size of a standard mini-mart where I’m from and always makes me laugh when I see it. The only other large building in town is the church where my father’s funeral was held.

I pulled into Jacks Corner, (The Store), to fill the gas tank and was greeted by several family friends who were hanging out in the bar that day. We talked while the attendant filled my tank and I caught up on some of the town gossip. After a few minutes I was ready to get back on the road and head to the house. Danielle and Misha live like most folks in that part of Idaho, in a mobile home. The lot is about 25 acres and the driveway is long and unpaved as are most in these parts. I pulled into the driveway and could see Danielle’s truck parked by the house. I drove in and parked next to her truck, grabbed my bags and headed for the front door. When I got there, Danielle was waiting in the door way with a huge smile. “Well hello there stranger!” she said, “Welcome home.” Danielle was the coolest. I had often thought I would have liked to live here with her. I would have been able to get away with murder here and I do love to visit this country but there’s just not enough to do and I would surely go stir crazy in no time. We exchanged greetings and moved inside the house to get warm, winter was just past and although it was a clear sunny day, it was still pretty chilly outside.

We sat in the living room for a while talking about old times, catching up on life and laughing about stories of dad and his hunting dogs. Danielle asked if I was hungry yet, “Of course!” I replied. “Good.” She said, “I’ll go fix some lunch. You just take your bags to your room and relax or take a walk around the property and I’ll yell at’cha when it’s ready.” “OK” I said.

I dropped the bags off in the room they always held for guests, grabbed my jacket and headed for the back door. The back door was a large glass door leading to the back porch where they had BBQ’s during the warmer months of the year. There were tables with chairs and a nice wooden cover my dad had built many years earlier. There were a couple of new additions though, a Jacuzzi that Danielle had won in a raffle the year before and a new set of lounge chairs. Something seemed out of place though. Laying face down in one of those lounge chairs was a near naked young girl. Looked to be in her late teens or so but it was hard to tell. She looked to be about 4’9” or so, nice tan skin, very thin and a perfectly round perky little ass facing me. The bikini she was wearing was just enough to cover the crack of her ass and not much else. The top string was undone and draped over the sides of the chairs allowing a good view of her budding breasts being softly pushed outward by the weight of her body. As I stared at the perfect little ass I found myself cupping my hands and thinking “how perfect is that?”

I yelled to the kitchen and asked “Hey Danielle, who’s on the back porch?” She yelled back “That’s your sister you goof! Go say hello!” WOW! I thought. I’ve just been fantasizing about my own sister! “She’s not freezing out there?” I asked. “No, it’s not bad on the porch, there’s no wind out there and the sun is great on your bare skin”

I waited a moment to let the blood drain from my half swollen member and opened the door to go greet my little sister. I snuck over to the chair as quietly as I could noticing she had her iPod on and would never be able to hear me coming. I stretched one leg over her back to straddle the chair over her and sat quickly down on the small of her back. “MOM!” she yelled, “comon’, I’m trying to tan here!” I said nothing. Again she yelled this time turning her head to look “Mo…” she paused. “OH MY GOD!” “Jason!” I enjoyed watching her squirm under me trying to tie her top behind her back and her face turning bright red. “Would you help with this please” she asked. I did. She then turned over to face me and leaned up to give me a big brother hug. It was nice. The skin on her back was toasty warm from the sun and as smooth as anything I’d ever felt. As she hugged me I could feel those cute little teen titties pressing against my chest the way they were against the chair moments before. They were little orange sized breasts and firm as could be. The commotion and cool air had caused her nipples to harden and I could feel them poking mine. I wanted to push her back and take a look but knew I couldn’t. After a nice long hug I stood up and walked over to get my first look at the new Jacuzzi. Misha came with me and asked if I was going in. “Tonight for sure” I said. She told me her friend Grace was coming over later and we could all go in together.

I found myself staring at her incredible body and thinking how amazing she looked for only 15. I think she may have noticed the bulge in my pants because I caught her glancing at it a couple of times. We just smiled at each other somewhat uncomfortably. Or maybe it was just me.

A moment later, Danielle called out that the food was ready and we went into the house & sat down at the kitchen table. I must have been in need of a good jerk because as I was eating, I found myself wandering up & down my step moms body while she walked around the kitchen. There was no blood relation at all between any of us but it still felt weird being attracted to them. It wasn’t a surprise though, as hot as my sister was and Danielle was no old maid. She was only a few years older than me and still looked very good. About 5’5”, thin like Misha and amazingly perfect around the ass like Misha. She had nice hand sized tits, long dark hair, a beautiful face and a smile that made young boys blush.

We finished lunch and I decided to go take a nap. I was beat after the long drive.

I woke up to darkness, no idea what time it was but it felt very late, I didn’t usually sleep well during the day but I guess I was really tired. I got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower and wash off the sleep. The clock on the wall read 8:30. I had slept for about 6 hours. After a nice long hot shower, I stepped out to dry off and could hear rustling in the next room. I dried myself off and headed for my bag of clothes. I reached in to get my swim trunks remembering the Jacuzzi. Again, I heard rustling behind me in the hallway. There were no lights on in my room but the light from the bathroom was enough to see by. I turned to see Misha and another girl walk passed my room giggling under their breath and trying not to sneak a peek as I stood there in the buff. My heart jumped as they passed and my cock followed suit. Now half swollen, I bent over to step into my trunks when I heard from the hallway “No need for those big brother! We’re not wearing ours either…” and I heard them scamper down the hall.

Now, most other times I would have grabbed my towel and headed out there as instructed but knowing my little sister, they would be fully dressed and hoping to catch me off guard and walk out there in the buff while they stand there laughing. Which wasn’t a terrible prospect accept I didn’t think Danielle would think it so funny.