written by Jerry_from_Brooklyn
original source of the story was Unknown source
When I was 14 my father remarried and we moved into the bigger home belonging to his new wife. The hardest part of moving in with them was my new stepsister. She was a gorgeous 5’9″ blonde with a D-cup and legs then seemed to never end. She knew she was hot and she and her mom were always talking about who she might “get her hooks into” for which read “marry.”
Her beauty made me nuts and I could think of no one but her. She had this one pair of red high heels she liked to wear out to parties and the like, size 8 1/2. She called them her “six-footers” and would thump about in them getting ready announcing proudly, “Hey look, everybody, I’m 6 feet tall! I’m 6 feet tall!”