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Kelsey?s*confessions -*Chapter 1*Chapter One - Christmas 2013 with my stepbrother ? Introduction ? How it started* It seems surreal to think a year has passed since that night, Christmas eve, 2013, when my world changed so quickly and dramatically. First let me introduce my stepbrother and myself. In virtually every aspect,*Michael and I were normal, typical teenagers.*Michael and I*were close; we fought; we shared some things and we also kept other things quite private. There was nothing before the Christmas of 2013 to suggest that our relationship would ever be anything other than normal. I had never even thought of Michael in a sexual way prior to that evening.My name is Kelsey and last Christmas, I was 17 years old, and a senior in high school. I was still very much a virgin. In fact, I was woefully inexperienced with the opposite sex. I*was, and still am,*five foot,*seven inches tall, and I barely tipped the scales at 115 lbs. I had small but perky 32 B cup breasts, and was just starting to form the ?round bumper butt? teenage boys lust after. I knew that I was pretty. I had large green eyes, full lips and long dark brown hair. Yes, I had a very attractive face. But rather than*a body that turned heads at the high school, I had a thin, sleek body of a model. I was a runner, with virtually no body fat. Over the next few years, I knew that I would ?fill out'; but during my last year, in high school I was rather thin. I knew my best years were still in front of me. I was, and still am, quite intelligent. I was vying for valedictorian of my graduating class. This seemed to intimidate the boys at my high school. In short, I did not attract a great deal of attention from the boys at my school. The boys at my school seemed to treat me more like a friend or a 'buddy' than like a potential romantic partner. Yes, I was inexperienced. I had gone a few dates, but nothing serious had developed. Not only was I a virgin, I really had no experience with the opposite sex to speak of. I had never seen a penis, and no*one had touched me intimately below the waist. Then there's my sex life, which really consisted of masturbation, a skill at which I had become somewhat adept. I was not in a hurry to change that. I knew that when the time was right, these things would happen naturally. But right now, I was comfortable satisfying my physical needs by stimulating my 'little nubbins' with my fingers until I experienced a pleasant climax*that would let me drift off to sleep most nights. As for my stepbrother, Michael, he stood 6 foot 2 inches tall with muscular, broad shoulders and a wonderful physique. He had grey-blue eyes, a strong jaw, and an engaging smile.But despite his good looks and charm, he was shy and unsure of himself with the opposite sex, which gave him a cute, vulnerable, yet appealing aura about him. If I am honest, he was a more attractive*sixteen year old male than I was as a*seventeen year old female. But I would have died before acknowledging to him that he was developing into a truly a gorgeous specimen of a man. ***Christmas Eve Our normal family Christmas was going to be disrupted this year. My maternal grandmother had experienced a stroke and our parents were forced almanbahis şikayet (https://almanbahissitesi.com/) to abandon my stepbrother and me two days before Christmas to travel to Ontario to be with her. My grandmother was 86 years old, and resided in a retirement home near Ontario, outside of the town in which she was born, lived, and would soon die. Although Michael had only known Grammy for a few years since his father married my mother, I think*Michael had developed a genuine affection for this old lady. I think Michael was genuinely sad that my Grammy was on death's door. As for me, I was dealing with a series of conflicting emotions. I felt pity, regret, and yes, guilt that my grandmother was lying at death?s door. But I was also feeling a deep resentment at the fact that my last Christmas at home prior to departing for college next summer was being disrupted by an old woman?s stroke. I am ashamed to admit to being such a self-centered bitch. But I was a teenager, and what teenager is not self-centered and self-absorbed? And that is what was going through my mind as Michael and I prepared to celebrate Christmas Eve without our parents. I wish I was a better person, but this is what I felt at the time. And although I understood the reality of the situation, my grandmother?s impending death made me sad, somber and vulnerable. As I faced the reality of my grandmother?s mortality, I wanted my parents close. I wanted to be reassured that our family would survive. My mom and stepdad hoped to be able to return home late Christmas day, but even that was uncertain. All that was certain was my*sixteen year old stepbrother and I were left alone to ?celebrate? the days leading up to Christmas, including Christmas Eve, by ourselves. On this particular Christmas Eve,*Michael and I*decided to break with family tradition and skip midnight mass. It was something our parents had*always compelled us to do, but with the parents away, it seemed like going to church was a silly waste of time. I found myself wondering, ?now that Michael and I are alone, what can we do that mom would never permit if she was here?? And the answer was obvious, we could drink in the safety of our home without fear of getting caught! So instead of going to Christmas service at church, we had a spaghetti dinner with a glass of Merlot from the open bottle my mother had left on the counter. She would never miss the two glasses from the bottle. Afterwards, we decided that we could safely raid*my stepfather?s liquor cabinet without fear of detection. He did not monitor the levels in the bottles closely. So that was the plan; Michael and I would enjoy Christmas Eve while ?stealing a bit of Christmas cheer? from my stepdad?s well stocked bar. Michael built a fire, and I donned my night clothes. I returned to a roaring fire in the fireplace wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and a white sleeveless cotton top. My attire was not sexy or revealing, but without a bra, my nipples were clearly visible and prominent. Michael was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. I decided that screwdrivers would be the most palatable concoction for our youthful tastes, and I mixed two large tumblers of vodka and orange juice for Michael and me. almanbahis canlı casino (https://almanbahissitesi.com/) Michael put on ?It?s a Wonderful Life? as we enjoyed the warmth emanating from the fireplace. Within an hour, I was sipping my second 16-ounce vodka and OJ. I was not used to drinking. In fact, I had never been drunk prior to that night. The drinks were large and strong, and I was feeling quite light-headed. I suspect Michael?s head was spinning as well. My growing inebriation, along with the sense of loneliness from not spending Christmas with our parents had me suddenly feeling very close to my younger stepbrother. The scenes of the 'Bailey family' at Christmas from the nostalgic movie only heightened my sense of loneliness. I was overcome with a rush of love, warmth, and affection towards my stepbrother. I was lying on the couch. Michael was sitting on the floor in front of me, leaning back against the couch. His head was resting near my abdomen on the couch cushion. I reached down and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, and said, ?Michael, I am glad you are here. I love you. This would be a very lonely evening without you.?* Michael reached up and squeezed my hand. It was an innocent show of affection. It was not sexual at all, at least not initially. After a few moments of innocently affectionate touching, I sat up. With my stepbrother on the floor and me sitting directly behind him, I placed my legs so I was straddling his shoulders between my thighs and started rubbing his shoulders as we watched the movie. Michael simply moaned appreciably. His head lay back against my pelvis as I massaged his strong muscular shoulders. I promise you, this was a simple innocent show of affection. Initially, I was not engaging in any intimate contact. Michael then took my right leg, pulled it over his right shoulder, removed my sock and began massaging my foot as I rubbed the muscles of his shoulders. ?Oh, that feels wonderful, Michael,? I cooed as he proceeded with the foot massage. He would take my big toe between his fingers and work his way back across of instep and heel. I loved the physical sensations as he rubbed my right foot. I discovered that the little piece of flesh between my toes was incredibly sensitive. I moaned every time he massaged this tiny little area between my toes, letting him know how very pleasurable I found his touch. Yes, it was innocent, but this*was*also*different. Michael and I had never touched each other in anything even approaching this level of affection. And I was enjoying his touch more than I should have.*Michael then took my left leg and brought it up over his left shoulder and began massaging both feet as I rubbed his shoulders. Involuntarily, I squeezed his neck and head between my thighs and said, ?God, Michael, this feels good. I love your touch.? I arched my hips forward, pressing my pelvis against the back of his head. It was a simple, involuntary reaction. I was simply responding to the alcohol and the pleasure my stepbrother was giving to me with the foot massage. But I did press my pelvis into the back of his head.With the warm fire and the alcohol coupled with the nostalgic loneliness, I was feeling vulnerable and responding almanbahis casino (https://almanbahissitesi.com/) to this contact in a manner that truly surprised, no shocked, me. I felt Michael respond, and press his head backwards between my thighs. His hands continued to rub my feet, and then his fingers traced up my calves. For the first time, it dawned on me that this contact was not normal between a stepbrother and stepsister. I remember distinctly the instant that I first thought. This is weird. I should not be doing this with my stepbrother. I knew my reaction was not appropriate. This seemingly innocent contact felt so right, but so wrong at the same time.* But I decided we were safe pretending that this was still just innocent affection between us. Oh, I knew I*had involuntarily pushed my crotch against the back of his head, and there was no mistaking the fact that Michael pushed his head backwards applying momentary pressure to my swollen vulva, but we could clearly ignore that brief contact and pretend it did not happen, right? Michael?s hands started working their way further up*the inside the legs of my sweat pants. He started rubbing the back of each calf muscle. It felt wonderful. Without thinking, I squeezed his neck and head between my thighs again as I cooed, ?Oh god, that feels good. You have great hands.? The flirtation was growing more and more overt. His touch was slowly slipping away from completely innocent towards intimate caressing. I knew it, and he knew it. ?Kelsey, your legs are so firm and strong. I guess it is all that running, huh? You are going to have a great body some day.? I playfully slapped the back of his head. ?Some day? So*my body*is not too hot now, huh?? ?You know what I mean. You are starting to get a nice figure right now. And you have the type of body that will look even better when you are twenty five, and better still when you are forty.? I knew he was trying to be nice, and he was trying to give me a genuine compliment. With my legs still draped over my stepbrother?s shoulders, Michael started to move his hands up higher, past my calves, towards my thighs. I could not help responding to his touch. I released my grip on his shoulders and reclined back with a soft moan. ?Michael, you really have a wonderful touch. I feel like I am melting.? Michael pulled my legs forward slightly, pulling my bottom off the cushion and pulling my crotch into the back of his neck.* Instinctively, Michael seemed to understand the art of seduction: go slowly and inch your way towards the goal. He was slowly moving me towards arousal, inch by inch and I was responding to his touch. I was aware of my vagina opening slightly and beginning to lubricate. Before I knew it, Michael?s hands were kneading the outside of my thighs moving slightly higher as he continued the massage.Michael then withdrew his arms from my sweat pants, and then turned slightly so he was partially resting on his left side,*as he remained*sitting on the floor between my legs. He*placed his right arm*across his chest and over his left should and slowly ran his right hand up my left pant leg. He now could access my inner thigh more easily. I froze momentarily. I was becoming aroused. I knew I was headed down a very dangerous path. I knew I should stop this contact while we could still pretend it was completely innocent. But his touch was additive. It was like a narcotic to me at that moment. I simply needed this contact. I needed to be touched. I did not want him to stop.