It all started when my step sister was 16 she was still living at home with our parents, i am 7 years older than my step sister and just moved into my...new place, I was one Sunday afternoon and went to my parents to visit (well to get a Sunday dinner lol)I still had a key to my parents’ house, i let myself in and called out hello but there was no answer, as i was walking up the stairs i could hear light moaning noise, i got to the top of the stairs and my step sisters door was slightly open. " Her blue jean skirt rose high up on her lightly tanned inner calves which were spread wide enough for a tiny white patch of her panties to be seen by him thru the screening. He listened carefully, not speaking for a moment, as his own interests were peaked. His mind raced as he imagined her raising her skirt higher, pulling her panties aside allowing her fingers to trace the outline of the perfect pink lips. They would move slowly up and down, three fingers, as the middle finger slipped. We went to Doug’s house and sat outside to smoke a couple of joints. At about midnight, we went inside to watch television.“Your pot is some good shit, Doug. I’ve got a great buzz going,” I said as we sat on the couch in the living room.“Yeah, I’m buzzing too,” Doug said.We watched one of the late-night talk shows, laughing at the jokes. Doug went to the kitchen to get us cold beers, then came back to the living room. When he sat on the couch, he was closer than before. I noticed he was. These were powerful emotions, new frontiers and awakenings, so when someone suggested I nominate the best kisser, I agreed to kiss them one by one and nominate the one that I enjoyed.Passionate kissing was something I guess even they were inexperienced at doing, but I lay back and took each one for a five minute snog, protesting in the name of decency when each one took turns in squeezing my boobs.Back then my nipples were not as sensitive as they are today, in fact I did not have any boobs to.