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Chula Vista Dreaming (part two)

Date: 11/16/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

Our stucco bungalow in Chula Vista was a pleasant place to live. The climate around San Diego was called Mediterranean in my geography textbook. It did remind many of Greece, or the Riviera in France. But to us it was simply home. A paradise, I was to understand later on. I had been lucky to grow up here with my stepsisters and stepmother. My father made us a good life. It had been a week now since Cindy and I grew closer. My stepmother had allowed me to watch as she made herself have an intense and pleasurable orgasm. It happened right in our living room. I was masturbating as she did it. We were each pleasing ourselves and looking at each other with lust and passion. Dad was away on a day trip to do some fishing at Lower Otay Lake. Then our session was over. She smiled at me and went slowly away to her room, gathering her chenille robe closer. We had not spoken of it since. I was afraid she had decided I was too nasty for her. She had a moment of weakness, and now she wanted to forget it. I tried to look into her eyes every chance I got. She was avoiding that contact, it seemed. Cindy went about her daily life as normal. She was there when we arose, cooking breakfast. She was there when Dad and I arrived home. He was working at his plane assembly plant. I was finishing up these final weeks in high school. Being eighteen meant I was an adult. I thought so. I wanted Cindy again. I loved her, and I wanted to make love to her. I had jerked off every night since our golden ... moment, always thinking of Cindy, and her ruby red lips, and her small, perky tits. And of course, that hairy pussy, with its curly brown pubes. Now it was Friday evening. I had decided that I needed to make a move. I needed to be bolder. When Dad got home I let him get settled down in the living room with his bottle of Pabst. I tried to be casual. "So Dad, those fish you brought home last weekend tasted pretty good." "Yes, they did. It was a nice day to fish. I saw some old fishing buddies there." "I forget we can have those whenever you get a good catch. I'm sorry I can't go with you more often." "Me too, Peter. But times change. Kids grow up. Your sisters used to love to fish, but no more." My two step sisters were no longer here at home. They were older than me. Sheila was married, and the other was at San Diego State College. Maggie had wanted to live in her own apartment. Since she had worked summers she had enough to add to Dad's contribution. It was enough to afford her own place and school costs. "So, you said you had a good time. Were you going again tomorrow?" "Well, hadn't really thought about it. Yeah. I might do that. Spring is a good time for fishing." "I can already see those panfish frying tomorrow night. I'm gonna see if Cindy has dinner ready yet." Cindy was working on the evening meal. I walked through the arch and into the kitchen. I came up behind her and put my hands on her waist from behind. As I did I was sniffing the back of her neck. I knew she seldom ...