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Rachel and Stephanie (part 1 Rachel)This is a fantasy.This story is slow moving but passion builds for those who are patient, I will publish it in a number of parts.RachelWhen I was just turned 18 I had a year in an exchange program in the US before heading off to University back in Britain. I spent the year living with a really nice family in Minnesota, the Mom and Dad were in their 40s, were really nice and treated my as an adult which was cool. We got on really well and I started to really feel part of the family and to view them as my Mom and Dad in the US.They had two k**s, Mark who was s**teen (and a bit of an arsehole to be honest) and Rachel who was th****n. She was just coming into her womanhood and was at that lovely age when she was becoming aware of her sexuality, keen and willing to explore her new feelings but still youthful and innocent.Although Rachel could be a bit of a brat and sometimes had her moods she and I really got on well together and she never gave me any problems or tried her teenage tantrums on me.Although this story is about Rachel and one of her friends, Stephanie; it starts with Rachel and so that is where I will begin. Rachel was slim, about 5’4” with a lovely trim waist and flat stomach and nice butt. She was in her last year of Junior High and although she had clearly developed breasts, they were not large and probably had some way to go before they were at her adult size. They weren’t really much more that a handful at best, probably an A cup or perhaps a B.As I mentioned already she and I always got on fine although she was always sparking off with bahis siteleri canlı her brother and generally a grumpy teenager around her parents. I was not sure quite why we got on so well. Perhaps it was because I was not looking to fight her, perhaps just because I was new to the family – a new older brother. However, once I had started to setting into the family she sort of gravitated to me.When we were all in the den watching television she would normally sit next to me, sometimes lying on the couch using my lap as a pillow, sometimes cuddling up to me. Initially I thought nothing of this – I had young sisters back home in England and they used to do the same sort of thing but gradually I started to get the feeling that she was trying to build some intimacy between us. My initial reaction was to think it sweet but not to pay any attention – I had a string of girlfriends of my own age through the High School I was attending (not difficult for a Brit in the Mid West) but as her casual touching and closeness continued I started to notice her more and to enjoy her attention.It was clear that she was closer and more tactile when there was no one else in the room and she was always looking for times when we could be alone together. I did not really respond to her but I did find my arm occasionally around her or d****d across her front while she was using me as a pillow.Once when we were like this, alone together watching a MASH rerun I started to very gently rub my hand across her waist and hip – I did it rather subconsciously, just naturally responding to the closeness and warmth canlı casino siteleri of a fellow human being – however she responded, she sort of sensuously wriggled rubbing the side of her head on my thigh very near my crotch and at the same time letting out an encouraging little moan.I realised that she was enjoying my touch in a way that I had not intended and this caused me to think about how she was touching me in a totally different light. I was now very conscious of how close her head was to my crotch and as a result I found myself starting to harden. In a short space of time things had chanced completely. Rachel had gone from being like my k** sister to being someone sexual and what is more someone who seemed pretty interested in me.I now wanted to test quite what this new turn to our relationship meant. The movements of my hand changed, they were no longer subconscious but instead very definitely deliberate.I gently and lightly started to move my fingers across Rachel’s flat and taut stomach, spreading my fingers out as I did so that my little finger actually moved a little way inside the jeans she was wearing. As I did this she let out a small gasp but actually sucked her stomach in a little so that my little finger was inside her jeans all the way to the bottom knuckle.I dragged my hand back across her stomach onto her denim covered hip and then down onto her thigh and the beautifully rounded curve of her bottom as I moved my hand back up again my fingers reached over as far as the seam at the back of her jeans – in effect my fingers were tracing the line of casino oyna her bottom crack from just behind her pussy all the way up to her back where her t-shirt had come untucked and her bare back was exposed.Rachel moaned again and rolled slightly more over onto her front so that her bottom was fully available to my wandering hand. My hand again glided down over her curves and came tantalisingly close to the gap between her legs, so close that I could feel the heat of her young pussy.I allowed my fingers to trace the length of the middle seam of her jeans but just diverted away at the last minute and continued down the back of her right thigh and on almost as far as her knee.Before I brought my hand back up her leg I rotated my hand so that the fingers were now curled over her thigh to the inside. As I very slowly brought my hand up I increased the pressure encouraging her to roll slightly more towards her back this time exposing her front to me.My hand moved ever so slowly up her thigh, my thumb on the outside but my fingers on the sensitive area on the inside of her thigh and moving inexorably towards her virgin sex. At the very last moment, just as my fingers touched the edge of where her labia were I diverted my hand over the top of her thigh and then across the front panel of her jeans.She could not stop herself raising her hips ever so slightly as I teased her like this. Clearly she was willing for me to continue touching her intimately.At that moment we both heard her Mom coming through from the kitchen; I quickly put my hand back where it had started, resting innocently on her flank and she turned back to look more directly at the TV. The moment had been broken but everything had changed. The withdrawal of my hand was a message as strong as when it was wandering over her legs and bottom. We both knew that things were different now.

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