My Stepsister Pt. 1 – Katelyn

Kendra and Katelyn are my two stepsisters. My mom and their dad have been dating for about two years before tying the knot last year. I’m a freshman in college, Kendra is a senior in high school while Katelynn being the youngest is a sophomore.

At first, our parents kept their relationship relatively low key, probably trying to be considerate for our feelings. My mom divorced my dad five years ago because in her words, he wasn’t financially dependable. I personally thought he was a great dad and that divorcing someone because they didn’t make enough money made my mom out to be a gold digger in my eyes, especially since her new husband is wealthy. He seems like a nice guy but something about him comes off as nothing more than a horny white guy with an Asian fetish since my mom acts like the typical Japanese pornstar sometimes. Every word that comes out of this guy is smug and rife with pretentiousness. I always feel like he looks down on me. He’s fifteen years older than my mom with kids younger than I am. I never acknowledge this man as my father, not even my stepfather. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m attending school here, I would be living with my father. I thought about staying on residence but I rather save up the money.

Thankfully my new stepsisters were a bit more bearable, especially Katelyn. I get along well with them. I’ve known Kendra for a bit now since we were in the same high school for three years before I graduated. She’s one of the more popular girls at school. You know the type, blonde, blue eyes, fair skin and a huge rack. I’m in good physical shape and was on the basketball team so she and I saw eye to eye more often than not. She can be a bit catty like most popular girls but overall, she’s genuinely a sweet girl. Katelyn on the other hand is the complete opposite; a skinny little bookworm who only cares about her studies and unlike Kendra, she only has two friends she hangs out with on a regular basis. Though by high school standards, she’s not on the top of anyone’s list, she can be quite the playful teenager. We have fun joking around in the house and she acts like the typical smarty-pants female best friend. We never argue, even when we disagree on any matters. She’s always plopping around on my bed and I can tell that she’s had a bit of a crush on me at first.

The only thing in common between Kendra and Katelyn looks wise is their creamy fair skin, dirty blond hear and blue eyes. Besides that, one wouldn’t be able to tell that they’re sisters. Like I said, Kendra is bigger, with an amazing rack, one that I’m guessing is 38D in size and she has retained a bit of baby fat that makes her curvaceous. Katelyn is quite tall for her age, even taller than Kendra is, but she’s a skinny little girl with longer face and a pointed chin compared to Kendra’s round face with puffier cheeks and dimples. Kendra’s D cup breasts can barely contain themselves in her tank tops that are always showing off a hint of cleavage while Katelyn is as flat as a prepubescent boy. She’s so flat that she doesn’t even own a bra. No one at school really notices since she’s always wearing a sweater. While most girls her age has had boobs since junior high, at fifteen years old and still flat-chested, she has lost hope.

I moved back to my dad’s for the summer after my freshman year and when I returned a few months later for the beginning of the new school year, something seems different. Katelyn is not her usual chippy self and she seems a bit distant. She’s always hiding in her room nowadays. With her birthday is coming up, I decide to get her a present for her sweet sixteen. I decide to get her an outfit that will highlight her fun nature, something that almost no one at school seems to notice. Since we’re in California and it’s always nice and warm, she shouldn’t always be wearing those ridiculous sweaters of hers all the time. I look around a few places at the mall and I find a nice pink tank top that will show off her slender figure.

A few days later, Katelyn is celebrating her birthday at home with two of her girl friends, who invited two more girls and two scrawny little guys, playing games like Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle. One of them is pimply faced with braces and I wonder if the birthday girl was forced to do anything with him. That night, when the party’s over and her friends leave, I decide to give Katelyn her present. I knock on the door of her room. I hear a slight grunt.
“Everything okay?” I ask her.
“Just a minute!” she yells.
A moment later, she opens up a small crack, poking her head out, wearing an oversized wollen sweater and sweat pants.
”What’s up?” she asks, looking a little flustered.
“Hey kiddo, I got you a present for your birthday. Hope you like it.”
“Oh, awesome! Thanks, Johnny.”
Just as she’s about to close her door, I ask her “Aren’t you going to try it on and see how it looks?”
She seems nervous about letting me in.
“What? You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ve seen your unicorns,” I joked.
She relents and opens the door to let me in. Her room is pink all over with plush unicorns, giant bears and other stuffed animals all over. She has a pink bed with purple bedsheets and covers.
“I’ll just change in the bathroom,” she says.
She takes the bag containing the shirt and runs into her personal bathroom to change. She’s taking longer than usual to change into a tank top so I pace myself in her room to distract myself. Nothing seems out of the ordinary until I spot a tiny dildo on the corner of her desk, hidden until a plush frog.