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From: "Norm DePloom" <normdeploom@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Marcia's Toy" (mf, voy, narcissism, girl solo, boy solo)
Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 09:10:04 -0400
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Copyright (C) 2002 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved This story
may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed
with this notice attached.  The author may be contacted at
normdeploom@hotmail.com All the characters and events in this
story are fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental. 


Marcia's Toy
By
Norm DePloom

Peter hurried home after school.  His every waking moment for the
last few weeks had been consumed with fantasies about what Marcia
was really doing when she locked herself into the girl's bedroom.
 Her claim that she was studying just wasn't credible as far as
Peter was concerned.  These constant fantasies had caused Peter
to head for the bathroom so often that his stepmother was
beginning to ask embarrassing questions about bowel movements. 
Arriving home Peter passed through the kitchen, said 'hi' to
Alice, wondered only briefly what it was she was always cooking
in that pot on the stove (that, he decided quickly, was a mystery
for another time), then headed upstairs.  Walking softly Peter
peaked into each of the bedrooms to insure that no one was around
to observe him then walked quickly through the girl's room to
their closet.  Pete slid the closet door open then, getting down
on his knees quickly rearranged the shoes and boxes on the closet
floor to make room.  By the time he was ensconced in the darkest
corner of the closet with boxes, shoes and clothes carefully
arranged to hide him Peter was hard with anticipation.  He gently
rubbed his crotch, day dreaming about what he might see, until he
heard Marcia, humming a currently popular top ten tune, enter the
bedroom.  After closing and locking the bedroom door Marcia put
her books on the desk, turned on the radio then walked over to
the closet.  Peter held his breath and sat perfectly still with
his hand still cupping his crotch as Marcia removed her sweater
and carefully hung it up.  Hardly daring to breath Peter watched
his older stepsister slip her shoes off and kick them into the
closet.  Peter, having discovered the thrill of watching people
without their knowledge or permission, ached to stroke his almost
painfully hard cock, but dared not move.

A wave of disappointment washed over him as Marcia turned,
without removing any more clothes and, after closing the closet
door almost completely, crossed to the makeup table where she
sat, picked up her brush and began grooming her long blond hair.
Pete carefully and silently rearranged his position in the closet
then slowly pulled the door open a couple of inches.  Once again
free to stroke himself Peter rubbed his crotch while he watched
Marcia and listened to her counting the brush strokes.

"...twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two..." The position proved to be
perfect for Peter; Marcia had her back to him while he could see
her face and chest reflected in the mirror.  Marcia continued to
brush her hair, counting every stroke, while watching herself in
the mirror even more intently than was her younger stepbrother. 
Thanks to his best friend's father's Playboy collection Peter
considered himself to be better informed than either Gregg or
Bobby when it came to sex and girl's bodies.  Even though Greg
was older Peter realized a long time ago what a total doofus he
was, and Bobby was still too young to take more than a casual
interest in girls.  Peter watched Marcia's nipples harden enough
to be visible through her bra and blouse as she continued to
stare at her own reflection in the mirror.  Unzipping his pants
Peter pulled his hard cock out so he could stroke it without the
interference of cloth.

Peter's young cock twitched in his hand when he saw Marcia slowly
raise her left hand from her lap and, looking almost like she was
in a trance, cup her own left breast as she moved her thumb
slowly up and down over the hard nipple.  Peter stroked his dick
in time with the slow strokes of the brush over Marcia's hair. 
While Peter had yet to experience the joys of ejaculation he had
been masturbating himself to dry orgasms for as long as he could
remember.  Both Peter and Marcia watched trancelike as Marcia's
left hand, reflected in the mirror, abandoned her left nipple and
began to slowly unbutton Marcia's blouse.  Peter bit his lip and
held his cock tightly as the slow process, accompanied by
Marcia's continued counting of her brush strokes, revealed more
and more of her lacy white bra.  The dark areola surrounding what
Peter knew had to be the most beautiful nipples in the world,
could easily be made out through the surprisingly sexy and almost
sheer material of his step sister's bra.

By the time Marcia reached a count of one hundred and placed the
brush back on the table top her blouse was unbuttoned and hanging
open revealing her smooth flat tummy and her, obviously excited,
bra covered breasts for both of them to appreciate.  Now, to
Peter's great delight Marcia cupped both of her breasts and
thumbed both of her nipples.

"Oh please Mr. Fuller..." Peter could barely hear her whispers
through the music coming from the radio.  "...please don't make
me do that."  As she talked Marcia shrugged the blouse off her
shoulders, let it slide down her arms to rest hanging draped over
the seat of the chair. 

"No, I can't do that."  Whatever was going on in Marcia's mind,
it was so real to her that Peter noticed her face turning red,
blushing as she, seemingly against her will, unhooked her bra and
let it slip down her arms to join her blouse on the seat of the
chair.  Peter almost gasped out loud when his stepsister's
breasts came into view in the dressing table mirror.  He
continued stroking his hard cock while he watched Marcia
manipulate her naked breasts, pinching and pulling on her hard
nipples while occasionally moaning "Mr. Fuller" softly.  Just
like her younger stepbrother Marcia never took her eyes off her
image in the mirror; she seemed to be responding even more to the
sight of herself playing with her breasts than to the fantasy
playing in her head. 

"Yes Mr. Fuller."  Marcia said, her voice barely audible to Peter
in the closet, then she stood up and, still watching herself in
the mirror, unhooked the waistband of her skirt and let it fall
to the floor.  Peter's cock twitched in orgasmic joy when he saw
Marcia's shapely legs and, reflected in the mirror just a hint of
her pubic hair through the white cotton material. 

"No Mr. Fuller," Marcia begged quietly, sounding to Peter as if
she might really be about to cry, "please don't make me do that,
not with all these people watching."  Marcia hung her head in
mock shame.  "Yes Mr. Fuller," she whispered, then pulled her
panties down allowing Peter to see her both front and back,
thanks to the mirror, in all her glorious nakedness.  As he
watched Marcia struck several poses in front of the mirror.

"Do you like what you see?"  Peter almost jumped out of his skin
before he realized that she was not talking to him, but to the
imaginary Mr. Fuller or perhaps to her self.  Surprisingly her
voice began to take on a boulder, more confident tone now that
she was totally naked.  Peter felt like his body was going
explode from trying to hold in his excitement at seeing Marcia,
not just nude, but running her hands over her naked belly then
spreading her legs and pushing both hands into her crotch.

"You want me Mr. Fuller?  You want to fuck your little Marcia?" 
Peter almost passed out as he had the most intense orgasm of his
admittedly young life.  He almost had to pry his fingers from his
still hard dick so he could give it a bit of rest.  Using all the
will power at his command Peter refrained from touching him self
as he watched Marcia put her left foot up on the dressing table
chair and use her fingers to open herself for her own and,
unknowingly his, viewing pleasure.  "You want to fuck my tight
little pussy?"  Marcia asked the mirror as she ran one of her
fingers up and down the glistening folds of flesh.

"Oh, you want to watch," Marcia continued dropping her foot back
to the floor, "you want to see how a real woman does it?"  Peter
was by this time totally confused, not knowing if Marcia was
totally insane and talking to herself, or just semi-insane and
talking to her imaginary boy friend.  Either way Peter didn't
really care, as long as she continued parading around the room
naked and showing off her cunt.  After ascertaining that her
imaginary lover wanted to watch, Marcia adjusted the mirror then
dug deep into the back of her top drawer and pulled out a white
plastic cylinder that Peter recognized as a vibrator.  Marcia
arranged the pillows on her bed the laid back on the pillows.  At
first she laid with her legs together and again watched her self
in the mirror as she ran her hands over her breasts, pinched her
nipples and caressed her flat tummy. 

Marcia picked up the vibrator and turned it on by twisting the
bottom then she and Peter both watched in the mirror as she ran
its rounded end in circles over her left, then her right nipple
causing them each to tighten and harden further.  Peter's will
power gave out as Marcia moved the vibrator down her stomach and
pushed it between her still closed legs; he grabbed his cock and
began to pump it with renewed enthusiasm. 

"Ooh, yes," Marcia moaned never taking her eyes off her own image
in the mirror as she slowly spread her legs and ran the tip of
the vibrator up and down her pussy, "oh that feels so good. You
are soooo gooood, you know just how to touch me."  Peter wasn't
sure whether his stepsister was talking to the vibrator, her
imaginary lover or her own reflection in the mirror.  "Force it
inside, make me take it."  Marcia continued as she pushed the
vibrator inside her now wide-open cunt.  Peter pumped his hard
cock in time with Marcia's moving the vibrator in and out of her
pussy.

"Take this you cock teasing bitch."  Peter whispered as his cock
jerked and for the first time he felt the added thrill of
ejaculate shooting from his over worked dick.  He continued to
move his hand up and down the shaft of his cock, imagining that
the slick feel of his cum was really the hot wet walls of his
stepsister's pussy. 

"Yessss," Marcia hissed as her hips began to jerk in sharp
fucking motions, "yesssss, make me take it, make me love it, use
me hard."  Marcia slipped into incoherence as her hips continued
to jerk faster and harder until her whole body seemed to stiffen,
then suddenly relax.  Still watching herself in the mirror Marcia
let the vibrator slip from its fleshy sheath, turned it off and,
after letting it drop onto the bed, lazily ran her finger up and
down the folds of her just pleasured vagina.  Peter, his hand and
softening cock still sticky with his first cum moved his leg to
relieve the beginning of a muscle cramp and accidentally knocked
over a shoebox.

"Who's there?"  Marcia asked in a tone that expressed both fear
and anger.  Pulling her bed spread around her naked, satiated
body, Marcia stepped across the room and opened the closet door.

"You come out of there right now you little pervert," Marcia
yelled, "how dare you spy on me."  Peter stepped out of the
closet without bothering to zip up his pants.  "Ewee, yuck,"
Marcia continued when she saw the sticky fluid still drying on
her stepbrother, you better not have gotten any of that on my
shoes you twisted little pervert.  "I'm going to tell mother you
were spying on me."

"Oh yea, and just what are you going to tell her you were doing
while I was spying on you?" 

"You saw everything?"  Marcia asked setting down on the edge of
her bed.  The bedspread came part way open, revealing most of her
still naked breasts, and a dreamy look spread across her face as
she thought about being watched.  Deep inside a little voice told
Marcia that it was only right and fitting for her stepbrothers to
worship her. 



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