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Chula Vista Dreaming (part four)

Date: 12/23/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

shows. Burns and Allen had gone off the radio in 1950, and they went to a television show. Fibber McGee and Molly was ending that summer. Dad said we would have to get a TV soon, or we would have nothing to listen to at night. So we all went to bed about ten o'clock. Sheila had been talking to Cindy most of the evening, about her marriage and stuff. She hadn't really talked to me. But when we went in to bed she started chattering with me. I think she was still upset, and not really sure what was going to happen. I mean, she was having a baby. She went into the bathroom to change into her nightgown, while I undressed and climbed into bed just wearing some pajama bottoms. The light was on overhead when Sheila came in. She sat at her old vanity and began doing things with creams and stuff. She and Maggie had spent hours, it seemed, sitting there, looking in the mirror, and getting prettier. Not that they really needed it. They were both beautiful, I thought. And sexy too. I had grown to like sexy women. Cindy was spoiling me that way. "Hey, Sheila, when are you going to get in bed? I need the light out to sleep." "Hold your horses, Peter. You're such a little pest. I'll be ready in a minute." "I'm not so little anymore. Say, did you get your nightgown wet? You got two spots there. Spill something?" "Shut up. If you must know it's milk. I'm going to have a baby. You're old enough to understand that, aren't you? I need to change this now. Damn. Turn around. I need to put on ... another gown." "Okay, okay." I rolled over with my back to her. She was fumbling in her bags. She hadn't put her stuff away yet. I glanced over my shoulder, and saw her naked now. Her breasts were swollen, and her belly was too. But she was so pretty. Her legs were curvy, and long, even though she was only five feet two inches. She was like Cindy, except pregnant. I started getting hard. "Hey, what are you looking at, you little pervert?" She threw a brush at me, and I just laughed. She shrugged into another gown, laughing too. Then she turned off the overhead light and came over to the empty bunk. There was moonlight coming through the lace curtains. I slowly stroked my prick, as the bed creaked under her weight. I drifted off to sleep. I awoke later. The moon had gone down, so it was dark in the room. A breeze blew the curtains, and cooled my face, as I heard what had awakened me. It was Sheila, and she was weeping softly, but loud enough for me to hear. I shook off the sheet I was covered with, and got my legs over the side of the bed. I whispered to Sheila. "Hey, what's up? You okay Sheila?" "What? Nothing. It's nothing pest. I'm fine." I got up and took two steps to her bed. I sat down. "It's okay Sheila. It's okay." We kept on whispering, so we wouldn't be heard. I was patting her hair. I didn't know what to do. I never had to handle crying girls before. But she was my stepsister. I cared. "Peter, could you just lay down with me. Just hold me, could you?" I pulled her sheet ...