I still had some misgivings. Having been raised in the U.S in a middle class Protestant family (though we stopped going to church when I was still a k...d), I’d been filled with all the prejudice about ‘the gays’ most other kids were. I was in my forties before I could really look at it objectively, and I realized that homosexuality wasn’t the evil thing I’d been told. It was just a different kind of love.It took another few years before I could admit, even to myself, that I’d like to see what. Can I show it to you? No because I am not the mirror's owner or moreprecisely the mirror keeper.I first met the mirror keeper when I went to the fairground. I had hada row with my girlfriend, Sophia, because she was "keeping herself forsomeone special" after she had got married and I didn't see why wecouldn't have sex. I understood this must mean that she was dumping meand that was the first time I had been dumped by anyone. She called outafter me as I left "We can still be friends!" I had. To my surprise the hairless plain continued downwards and, when the waistband had reached the top of her slit, I realised that she had shaven her pussy. It was not exactly what I had expected of the shy and nerdy Emma I knew.I pulled her boxers right down her legs and over her feet, and then appreciated the naked, moonlit form lying in front of me. I resumed my place from where I last kissed her, continuing downwards. My chin soon felt a cleft in her skin as I kissed her where one would. Well, I really couldn't argue with my stepsister when she was in this kind of mood, and so I sat back against my pillows and enjoyed the sensation of my one year older stepsister eagerly sucking on my teen cock.Her wet lips bobbed up and down, sliding along my thick pink veiny pole over and over as she eagerly took more and more of my length into her mouth, and the way she seemed to be happily sucking away on my cock, it was fairly clear she wasn't going to stop until I had given her, her.