My Loving Step Sisters (Part 1)_(0)

Hi, everyone! Just want to clear things up here. I’m writing this story, and will be doing multiple parts. Just know, that my other series, “Marching Band,” is NOT over! If you enjoy that series, don’t worry. This series will contain as much sex, maybe more, as the other series, but this will have major aspects of Romance. I wanted to try something new. Also, as a side note, this is going to be a bit of a long one. It’s main purpose is for an introduction to the story, situation, and mostly characters, so if you’re not interested in that sort of thing, I’d suggest leaving now. Note, that there is some sex related stuff in this part still! Finally, in relation to the last statement, this isn’t going to be a “come to fap then leave” series. This will hopefully be a series, a story. Leave suggestions below, and please, give me feedback or constructive criticism. Thanks a lot!

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Chapter 1: My Loving Step Sisters
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My name is Matthew Kennedy, but people just call me Matt. I’m an eighteen year old guy, standing at 6’2″, living in Florida with the rest of my family. My family… we were an odd one, that’s for sure. When I was very Young, my mom died in a horrible car accident. Sadly, I was never able to create a good enough memory through the short time I had with her, so my memories of her are taken from old home videos. She was a beautiful, happy woman, and although I never met her, I still feel pains of sadness when I think of her. The one who took it the hardest was my dad, however. Most of my childhood memories of him are of a distant man who was most likely reminded of his wife when he looked at us. By us, I refer to my brother, Ben, who is two years younger than me. We grew up never thinking we’d see him happy again, like he was in the videos. Then he met Jillian.

Jill is nice enough, I guess, but my dad loves her. It’s insane how much he does. I’m pretty sure he loves her like this to stop thinking about my actual mother, but I don’t blame him.

When Jill joined the family eleven years ago, she didn’t come alone. Seven year old me, and five year old Ben, were introduced to our new step sisters, Kaitlin and Jacqueline.

Kaitlin was seven when Jill and my dad were married, like me. It’s funny how close our birth dates were. I was born on October 7th, and she was born on the 9th of the same month. We are closest in age in our family, so we basically were forced to become friends. Luckily, she’s really cool and fun to be around, which was a good thing, as we went to the same schools and, by default, were in the same grade. Katie, as she prefers to go by, is a funny, sweet girl, who also has a soft side. She can get emotional at times, but I thought it was cute. She was beautiful, I have to say, had jet black hair and blazing blue eyes, and stood at 5’11”, the tallest girl in our family. She had a really cute little beauty mark above the left side of her lip. As an 18 year old, she had an amazing body. Being part of our grades track team, she had amazing legs. She liked to stay in shape, so she had a perfect flat stomach and had nice breasts. And her ass… but we’ll get more into that later. She was a pale girl, but it matched with her dark hair and eyes. She had a cute little curved nose. It’s hard to explain… curved downwards, in the way that a skateboard ramp does, if that makes sense. Not quite as steep as a ramp, of course, but… you get my point.

Jacqueline was almost the opposite of her sister. Being six when our parents married, she was obviously a seventeen year old now. She wasn’t on the track team, but she did play soccer, which kept her body in great shape as well. She was a very pretty girl, and had bright blonde hair and green eyes, which again, was quite different from her sister. It was a common inside joke that Katie and Jacqueline didn’t share the same father, but it had been proven several times that they had. Of course, the joke lived on. Jacqueline doesn’t like being called by her full name, so a lot of people call her Jacque. A small group of people, however, call her Jax. This is mostly close friends and immediate family. We started calling her “Jacks” as a joke, but we eventually shortened it to “Jax,” and it seemed to stick. Jax was 5’9″, right behind her sister. Every time she smiled, she showed off the adorable dimples on her cheeks. She was in a grade lower than us, as her birthday was 10 months after ours, August 13th. She was just as funny as her sister, but was a bit more of a jokester than a sweetheart, like her sister. She was also much less emotional then Katie, which is a plus at times. The girls did share an amusing trait, though. If one girl had or wanted something, the other had to want or have it themselves.

Now, let’s get this out of the way. I have a full-on foot fetish. Just seeing a girls bare feet gave me a hard on. So, for the last six or seven years, I’d been avoiding looking at my sisters’ feet. Especially since I’d turned 18, and Jax remained a 17 year old. It just felt wrong. Of course, it was almost impossible to avoid them for that long. Living in Florida, summers were spent at the beach and the pool, and most other times, the girls were wearing flip flops anyways. Now, even though these girls used their feet a lot, they managed to keep them clean and smooth. They basically had to, seeing how summers were spent with everyone able to see their feet. They couldn’t look gross in front of strangers, obviously.

Even though I loved my step sisters like they were my blood, I was sometimes embarrassed by being their step brother. For one, my middle school and high school years were horrible. Seeing Katie develop into a woman in front of me didn’t really affect me, but it sure affected my friends. Just imagine it: my friend group was full of horny teenage boys. Now, imagine them seeing who my step sibling was. The super hot Katie. Guys would ask me to come over. As in, for them to come to my house. Sure, we were all actual friends, and we played video games together, but whenever Katie, or even Jax, walked by, they would draw all eyes to them. Just hearing them complement me on being somewhat related to them… teenagers aren’t very smart, I’ll tell you that. It was fun though. Whenever a new kid came to the school and I befriended them, they’d comment on “that hottie over there.” Well, that “hottie” would come over and hug me and talk about how our days were. They just would stand there with wide eyes. When Katie would leave, they’d apologize, but after that, they’d all just join the same group of guys, just asking to come over to my house.

The girls and I got along very well, though. We were great friends, and Ben was kind of a middle man. He was just there. Being 16, he identified more with Jax, so they hung out more than he did with Katie. We were all one big happy family, though…

The summer when Katie and I were 12 was the beginning of the mixed signals.
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And now, a little family history.

Age 12 is about the time where boys start to notice girls, and the girls start to notice boys. And trust me, I started noticing those girls. I developed my foot fetish, probably through the constant sight of feet in that hot Florida weather. Coming back after the long break and seeing what girls had grown the biggest tits had turned into a game in my perverted little middle school friend group, but the game became disturbing when the winner ended up being one of my sisters.