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A Spring Break to remember…

The last thing Sam wants to do is spend another vacation bar-hopping with his best friend. He knows the women at the bars don’t have what he’s looking for because he’s into ladies who are carrying something a little extra. So, he takes matters into his own hands.

But Sam’s not home alone. Trisha’s home from college too, and although they’ve been close ever since his mother married her father, this is a secret that he has to keep to himself. The sexy coed already gives him enough funny feelings.

It turns out that Trisha is hiding a very big secret of her own, just waiting to be uncovered. Trisha might be everything that Sam has ever wanted, but can he open himself up for her?

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“How about Beach Club 7? If we’re not drowning in the pussay, then at least they have a karaoke machine.”

“It’s almost like you don’t want us to ever attract women again, William.”

My best friend, William, had his heart in the right place, but I couldn’t tell him the truth about why I didn’t want to go bar hopping that weekend. Although his insistence on calling it ‘pussay,’ like it was going to catch on, wasn’t really helping. I was in my room and already dressed down for bed, so there was no way I was going out now, Friday or not.

“Come on, Sam. This is prime time we’re talking about here. Your parents are away, it’s Spring Break–do I need to spell it out for you, bro? The only reason anyone is going to be out this weekend is to start the week off right. And the best way to do that is a little horizontal naked time, you know what I’m saying?”

I removed an ear bud. It didn’t matter if we were talking in person, or through voice chat like we were that night. Whenever Sam got excited, the volume of his voice sky-rocketed. I droned out his begging as I continued to scroll down the never-ending list of t-girl escort ads. I didn’t know how I was going to choose. I was looking for someone who was drop-dead gorgeous, but she also had to have a giant cock. High standards, I know.

I remember the first porn I watched with a t-girl. I watched her play with her cock (which was bigger than mine), and I was shocked to find my mouth watering. It’s not like I’ve ever sucked dick before. Hell, I don’t even think I’d be any good at it.

If Sam knew how much shemale porn I’d been watching recently, much less considering spending money to have sex with a “chick with a dick,” I’d never live it down. Then again, maybe he’d stop trying to get me to be his wingman. Choices, choices.

“Look,” I murmured into my microphone, “my house isn’t completely empty, anyway. Trisha’s home for break too, you know. Our colleges are on the same schedule, remember?”

“Aw shit, Trisha’s home? Dude, when can I come over? She say anything about a boyfriend yet?”

“William, you’re my best friend and I’d take a bullet for you, but you’re not putting the moves on my stepdad’s daughter. That’s weird, man.”

“Why the hell not? Do you want her for yourself?”

I rolled my eyes. Trisha was an attractive woman. That much was true. But I would have to cross many lines before going for Trisha. Of course I say that, but there I was, clicking through pages of escort ads.

“Don’t even–”

My words stuck in my throat. I had just clicked on an ad that said, “In town for one week only! Don’t miss your chance to be with the best!” The ad had pictures, and in an instant I knew I had found who I was looking for. She had a firm, athletic body with an ass to match, and a bulge in her panties that made me bite my lip. She had a lacy pair of bra and panties that didn’t leave very much to the imagination. The pictures didn’t show her face, but they showed enough to reveal that she was blonde and had one hell of a smile. Her name was Misty, and I decided that this weekend, she was going to be mine.

“Don’t even what? Sam? You still there, man?”

“Uh, sorry Will. I think I dozed off. Hey, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright? Good luck tonight, if you go out.”

“Lame. Alright, but you don’t know what you’re missing.”

I traded e-mails with Misty for the rest of the night. I think I told her too much. That it was would be my first time with someone like her, that I had never done this kind of thing before, that her body was smoking hot… She thought my nervousness was cute. She said we could meet in a public place beforehand, so I suggested the park. I bit the bullet and asked to see her tomorrow. And she was available, ladies and gentlemen. By the time I sent the last e-mail, my hands were shaking. Was I really about to do this?

When I climbed into bed I was rock hard with anticipation. I shook my head. There was no arguing with my boner. I fell asleep without touching myself at all, which was no small feat considering everything I was imagining doing with Misty. But I wanted to save up a big load just for her.

I woke up early the next morning, as excited as my morning wood. The kitchen welcomed me with the delectable aroma of a home-cooked breakfast. I found Trisha buzzing around the kitchen like she was hopped up on seven different kinds of caffeine. She only had a tank top and a pair of short shorts on. It was weird to think that we were the same age. If her father had never met my mother, then I might have one day met her and possibly even asked her out. Not that I would have had a snowball’s chance in hell. Trisha was out of my league. At least she was nice to me.

I caught myself staring at her legs as stepped up on her tip-toes to grab the baking powder off the top shelf. The shame that I felt immediately melted when she noticed me and sent her trademark perkiness my way.

“Mornin’, Sam,” she said, cracking an egg into what I guessed was pancake mix. “I didn’t hear you come in. So what, were you just going to stand there watching me make breakfast or are you going to come over and help me?”

“Er, her Trisha,” I stammered. “No, sorry about that, I’ll help you. I guess I’m still trying to wake up.”

“Perfect. You take this and mix it until it’s only slightly lumpy. I’ve got bacon in the oven, and while you play catch up, I’m going to scramble some eggs.”

I looked into the bowl she handed me. Inside was a miniature mountain range made out of flour, encircling a lake of egg and melted butter.

As I mixed, my mind drifted to today’s meeting with Misty. I wondered what she looked like. I wondered what she would be wearing when we met at the park. Most importantly, I wondered how big she was when she got hard. Again, I found my mouth watering, and this time it wasn’t from the smell of artery-clogging bacon sizzling in the oven. One thing was for certain: any arteries I had below the waist were anything but clogged. I could feel myself getting hard at the thought of taking Misty’s cock in my mouth.

I drew closer to the counter immediately aware of how close Trisha was behind me. I tried to think of anything else, but the more I tried to force the thoughts away, the harder I got. It was almost like I wanted her to see me like this.

“Earth to Sam. Earth to Sam. Hello? Are you alright?”

“What?” The bowl jostled in my arms as I was shaken out of my daydreams. Trisha laughed.

“I said, ‘How are those pancakes coming along?’ Sam, you really need a better sleep schedule. You shouldn’t be staying up all night.”

I looked down. The pancake mix was smoother than a pornstar’s pussy. She stepped over when I couldn’t answer, and saw it for herself.

“Well, they’re not going to be perfect, but thanks anyway.”

Trisha stood there for a moment, smiling at me. If I had turned my body just a little bit towards her, not only would she have seen my morning wood. She would have felt it. The shame of having that thought starting to bring the color to my cheeks. Thankfully, she took the bowl from me and stepped back to the stove before she could see me blush.

“Take a seat. I’ll be done here in fifteen, and we can have breakfast together.”

I learned that morning that Trisha was a great cook. After I took the first delicious bite, I realized how hungry I was. I was just going to throw some butter on toast and run out the door, but I could still make it to see Misty on time. Even though I didn’t want to do anything but shovel the food down my throat, I still felt self-conscious being a pig around Trisha. I tried to find conversation to slow my roll.

“Hey, how’d you know I was up all night anyway, if you weren’t up all night yourself?”

She tilted her head in thought before answering. “Oh, I needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. I saw the blue glow under your door.”

“Oh.”

We continued to eat in silence. I didn’t know what else to say. I had to get to the park soon. Otherwise, I’d be late for my meeting with Misty. I thought we were going to finish breakfast in awkward silence before Trisha spoke up.

“So, any plans today, Sam?”

I looked into her eyes with a mouth full of half-chewed pancakes. She had a look on her face that I couldn’t read.

“Just, uh, going to the park. I think I’m going to go for a walk or something. No big deal.” I swallowed. “How about you?”

“Actually a trip to the park sounds fun. I can’t let this beautiful day go to waste. I’ll go with you.”

I couldn’t convince Trisha not to go to the park with me. And believe me, I tried.

“I don’t know,” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as I possibly could. “I mean, I don’t know how long I’m going to be gone, and I don’t want you to get bored waiting or anything.”

“It’s okay,” she said, “I’m reading a novel and I could always just take a nap in the grass or something if I get tired of that.”

By the tone in her voice, I knew it was a done deal. But I had to try anyway. Taking your stepsister with you to the same place you were meeting an escort was a whole new level of embarrassment.

“Are you sure you’re not too busy to go, Trisha?”

“Sam, it’s Spring Break. Besides, we don’t spend enough time together as it is.”

And that was that.

I formulated a plan during the car ride over. I was going to leave the car at the opposite end of the park where Misty and I decided to meet. I would have to run the long way around to get to the meeting place, but it would be worth it to make the lie that much more convincing. That way, even if Trisha decided to take a walk and found Misty and I sitting on the park bench, I could just tell her I ran into a friend during my run. I felt like giving myself an award.

“Have a great run,” I heard her call out as I left her behind. In my haste, I only waved back.

The second that I was out of her line of sight, I took out my phone and sent Misty an apology for being late. I told her that I was making my way to the bench. As I ran, I kept looking down at my phone, but Misty didn’t message me back. Had she forgotten about our meeting? Maybe she replaced me with someone else. My run slowed into a slump as I arrived at the meeting place.

It was the only park bench on the northern side of the park sitting in the shadow of a huge tree. No one was sitting in it. Maybe I was messaged her too late. I cursed myself as I threw my ass onto the seat. It looked like I wasn’t going to fulfill any fantasies today. I kicked at the dirt in frustration. It was dumb of me to try something like this. I had let the little head take over for the big head yet again. I imagined that that night I was going to sit in front of the laptop screen again, with my cock in my hand. And not someone else’s cock.

That’s when I heard her voice.

“There you are.”

I nearly fell out of the bench in my effort to turn around.

“I thought you weren’t–”

I bit back the rest of my sentence. Behind me, in her tank top and her short shorts, was Trisha. My stepsister. My brain shut off, but my mouth kept running, bless its little heart.

“Trisha, hey! I thought you were reading. I think I pulled a muscle or something during the run. You know what, I think I’m about ready to head home if you are.”

I moved to get up from the bench, but she held me down at my shoulders with a firm grip.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I guess I thought it would be a little fun if I played a little prank on you.”

“What are you talking about?” My heart stopped. Did she know? “Look, we can talk about it later. Let’s just go home, yeah?”

“Sam, I’m telling you this because I love you, but you really shouldn’t use the same e-mail that you use to talk with your family to also hire escorts.”

“I don’t… I would never…” My throat felt like Death Valley. I hid my face in my hands. “Oh God, Sam, you can’t tell anyone about this. I’m so embarrassed. Do you want money or something? I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whoa, hey,” Trisha said, her voice soft and comforting. “Don’t be ashamed. You should be proud of yourself for… expressing yourself honestly. When we were growing up, it always seemed to me like you were bottling everything up. You were so quiet.”

I didn’t know what to say. My stepsister just found out about my biggest secret. I didn’t know how I was ever going to be able to look her in the face again.

“Besides,” she continued, “I was only giving you advice about the e-mail thing. Of course you’re still going to be able to meet with Misty.”

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