The Long Game. Part 1.

“I should tell your mommy, you know. It would break her heart, of course,” she said condescendingly. “You wouldn’t care about that though. Why would you care for other people’s feelings, if you think it’s ok to creep around taking their clothes.”

I was twelve years old when my step sister caught me. I was in her room, returning her panties. She was older than me, a beautiful 19 and fully a woman. I stood in her room, guiltily holding her red silky panties.

Inside I could feel the tears welling up. I was confused, and had been taking her panties now and then, unsure why, but enjoying pulling them on and posing in front of the big mirror in my mother’s room, when the house was empty.

“I should tell your mommy, you know. It would break her heart, of course,” she said condescendingly. “You wouldn’t care about that though. Why would you care for other people’s feelings, if you think it’s ok to creep around taking their clothes.”

Stephanie was calm, self assured and absolutely confident. She’d grown more confident in the last year or so, as she’d realised the power should held when it came to men.

There had been one or two boys at school, but she’d swiftly dropped them. Her interest lay in older men, who could hardly resist the firm young curves of her exquisite body. She knew how to parade herself to good effect, how to bend over to pick up something on the ground, sure to attract the attention of every male in sight. She knew how to manipulate with a smile, a mock gasp…