The room was dark, the light of the television providing a flickering glow that only half lit the place. The volume on the TV was low enough that you could hear the storm outside. The wind blew in heavy gusts. Raindrops would go from a constant patter on the room to a heavy torrent. It was about 9:00pm.
Michael and I were sprawled out on the sofa, a heavy throw draped over us. I remember that we were watching Jurassic Park III. It wasn’t very good but that hardly mattered. It was a Saturday night. Mom and Dad had gone out for the evening…some party event of some kind for Dad’s work. They would be gone for several more hours probably. We neither knew nor particularly cared.
Even by this time, in my early teens I understood that our parents were different from others people’s. Growing up there was almost no physical affection shown to either my brother or me. Our parents didn’t hug us or kiss us. For that matter they didn’t show much affection to one another either. They said all the right things and I believe that they loved us. They were just not capable of demonstrating that in some physical way.
When I would visit friends I saw how their parents related to them. I remember the first time a friend’s mother hugged me…I was both shocked and yet comforted. I welcomed it from then on. I remember watching the movie Saving Private Ryan. There’s a scene in that movie where a young boy tastes chocolate for the first time. You could see the reaction to experiencing something so good for the first time. I think that was what it was like to experience physical touch. It was electric.
I started finding ways to make that physical connection with people. The easiest and most obvious one was Michael. He’s 3 years older than me and I adored him. He was a junior in high school at this time. Michael was no football player or sports guy. I was more into sports than he was as I had started running cross-country track in junior high. He was nerdy and smart. He was on the academic decathlon team, which he seemed to enjoy though it certainly wasn’t going help him pick up girls, which I teased him about. Mostly he spent a lot of time reading and studying. I knew though that he loved me and would do anything for me. He has a kind of thick skin. Not much bothers him. Probably not surprising when you consider what I wrote earlier about our parents and how they raised us, but that said, there was an intensity and passion to him. It was there waiting to be triggered in the right moments.
As we watched the movie my feet had gotten cold. We were laying at opposite ends of the sofa, our feet towards the middle, so I pressed my feet up against Michael’s back for warm.
“Holy crap Ali (short for Allison) your feet are like ice cubes!” he grumbled. “I’m still freezing!” I complained.
“All right..come over here and I’ll try and warm you up,” he replied, knowing that’s what I had wanted all along. He paused the DVD.
We shifted positions, now laying side by side me in front of him. I pulled the throw over us and pressed my arched back up against him seeking as much physical contact as I could get. His left arm was wrapped over my shoulder, his hand pressed against my belly which was covered by a cotton pajamas. Michael hadn’t shaved today and I could feel the raggedy scruff of his beard against my shoulder. We lay there and continued the movie. I was content for the moment.
We finished the movie. It was getting late when the credits rolled. My eyes were feeling heavy. I didn’t really want to move.
“I guess that’s it,” Michael said in a soft voice. His breath and words caressed my neck and sent a shiver of a kind down my spine. Then he did something that truly shocked me.
I felt his lips on the sensitive skin of my neck. He kissed me there. It was gentle and loving and something I’d never felt before! I tilted my head and arched my back. He did it again and it was as though a bolt of electricity had hit me. It was at that moment, when I thought I couldn’t be more surprised that he proved me wrong. His lips met mine. It was a kiss. It was gentle. Not sexual (or at least I wasn’t thinking about it that way at the time!) I think we were both confused but there was also something undeniable in that kiss. It broke after just a couple of seconds.
“Don’t stop” I whispered, leaning back hoping to feel his lips again. A moment later our lips were reunited.
That night, we kissed and kissed for two hours. About 1:00am we heard the garage opening. Hurriedly, we shut off the TV (which had been rolling the DVD features screen all that time, though we hadn’t paid any attention) and rushed up to our separate bedrooms before our parents came inside.]]>
There was a knocking at the door. Paul lifted his head from his pillow and sat upright. “Yeah, come in” he answered to the knocking. The door creaked open and his young sister Marlene stood there shyly. She was wearing a dainty pink night gown that went to her thighs, revealing those cute little legs. She was small, but not overly so, her flowing long hair was as black as coal and she was thin but not an unhealthy thin, giving her an overall delicate appearance. Paul had always felt the need to protect her when he was around her. He had even saved her from a mugging but was too modest to admit it. However she knew he had saved her and that caused her to grow strange feelings about her brother that made her uneasy around him. “How long do you intend to stand there for?” Paul asked. Startled she blurted out “Can I use the shower?”
“Of course you can, I told you to make yourself comfortable and that includes having a shower whenever you feel like it.”
“Thank you” She gave him a warm, loving smile but removed it after she realised her expression seemed too loving. Marlene left quickly and Paul could hear the bathroom door close. Paul was having trouble sleeping lately. Ever since he let Marlene stay at his house, there was this air of uneasiness. Marlene was living with their mother recently. Tragically their mother became deathly ill and passed away. It was a long, sad time as Paul was overseas at the time and their father had been missing since Marlene's birth. All the company their mother had was Marlene. She tended to her, always staying by her side until she passed away. Marlene had nowhere to stay so Paul let her stay with him. She had been living with him a few days now and they have not had a full conversation with each other yet.
Paul decided he should check his messages for work so he stood up and reached for his mobile and was surprised when it wasn't there. Normally it would be on his bedside table but Paul realised he left it in the bathroom on the sink table. He walked to the bathroom and remembered Marlene was still in there. No matter, he thought, I'll just go in quietly and she won't notice me. He opened the door slowly and quietly entered. The shower was mostly fogged up but he was able to catch glimpses of his naked sister. He was impressed by how good her body was. Her small ass was nice and round and her small breasts were cute and perky. Paul found himself staring and shook his head. He grabbed his phone and turned to leave but the shower turned off. Marlene opened the shower door and reached for a towel. She noticed Paul and froze. “Sorry” he said as he covered his eyes and left the room. He sat down on his bed with his hands covering his face. He felt bad. His sister was going to think he was a pervert and going to get his phone was a pretty weak explanation. Paul didn't notice Marlene was standing at his door watching. She had a towel wrapped around her breasts to her thighs. He took his hands away from his face and saw her standing there. “Marlene, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...”
“Stop” She cut him off. “You're the first man to see me naked and I want to know... Am I attractive?”
The conversation had become strange and Paul became uncomfortable. “Yes, you're very good looking”
“Then why haven't I caught you before, looking at me the way you did in the shower?”
“Because you're my sister” he answered, becoming more uneasy.
“Oh...” A slight blush began to build on her cheeks.
“Come sit next to me” He invited with a smile to try and break the tension.
Marlene moved towards the bed but her towel became undone and fell to the floor. Her cute body was exposed and her bare pussy was visible. She quickly tried to cover up to no avail. Paul stood and hurriedly embraced her, his urges taking control. He could feel how soft her skin was and she smelled clean and lovely. Marlene hugged him back with tears building up. Another urge took control of him and he pressed his lips against hers. She didn't try to move away from this kiss and he noticed her eyes were closed and she seemed to enjoy it. Paul ran his hands down her back and felt her nice ass. She began to push her lower body towards his and they both felt incredibly turned on. They parted their lips and looked into each others eyes, both filled with longing.
“Brother...” She whispered, “I want you to be my first”
Paul was not going deny her now. He stripped off his night attire. They both stood looking at each others body. Marlene stared at his hard member and watched it twitch. She grasped it with her hand and delicately began to stroke it. Paul let her continue for a moment before he lifted her up and lay her gently on the bed. “Are you sure you want this?” Paul asked. “I'm more sure of this than I've ever been” she said with a smile. He leant down in front of her gleaming, wet pussy and slowly, tenderly began to lick it. Marlene lifted her hips in reaction and tried to push it closer to him. She tastes wonderful, thought Paul. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she let out a brief squeal. She was very sensitive and he licked up and down her pussy lips. She arched her back and let out a moan. Paul could taste her while she orgasmed. He had never felt so turned on before. When her orgasm finished he stood up and began to lightly tease her pussy with his dick. Marlene instinctively tried to push back onto him. Finally he slowly began to push it in. He watched her face as he pushed, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. When it was the whole way in she let out another squeal. He didn't move for a while, letting her get accustomed to him inside her. Marlene slowly opened her eyes and saw he was staring back with a smile. Tears began to fall from her eyes and Paul leant forwards and kissed her. Their arms wrapped around each other, they lay there together. Eventually they parted lips and Paul began to gently move his hips. His hard shaft went in and out slowly and steadily. He built in pace and began to thrust harder. Paul grabbed her soft breasts and massaged them tenderly. He brought his lips to her chest and began sucking on one of her nipples, swapping over to the other one when it became hard. His thrusting became harder she began squealing after every push. He took his lips away from her breasts and placed them on her neck, kissing her softly. Marlene became more vocal as she built closer to climax. Just as she was about to scream he placed his lips once again on hers and she closed her eyes with tears streaking down her face.
Once she finished he motioned for her to roll over. Marlene was on her hand and knees with her ass sticking out. He placed his hands on her heavenly ass and guided her pussy back onto his dick. He thrusted harder than ever and she began screaming. Soon enough he realised he was going to come. “Marlene, I'm cumming”
She pushed back harder and her pussy clenched on his dick. He pushed all the way in, in one final thrust and fired his cum deep into her pussy. Paul pulled out his dick and embraced Marlene once more. The effort was too much for them and they both fell asleep in each others arms. Pauls sleeping problems were over it seems.]]>
Growing up in a small mountain town can be hard for young kids. On the one hand, you have the freedom to do a great number of things you can’t do in the city… like make your own fireworks shows, play Cowboys and Indians in the woods for hours without ever seeing a house or road… but when you’re one of four kids, and you’ve always been the outsider of the group… sometimes it can get very lonely when your closest friend lives more than five miles away. I suppose it was nature, then, that drew my sister and I together so strongly. My older siblings mostly ignored me, and yet Jennifer was always willing to play with me.
Some of my earliest memories of playing make-believe games were with my sister when I was five or six years old. From that time forward, we became inseparable as young children. We would spend our hour-long rides to the school together, side-by-side. We would slip into each other’s rooms at night, just to share a bed or to talk; and for the years up until I was about eleven, our parents allowed us to shower together. We played in the water, we soaped each other and helped each other wash… and yet in those early years I never remember even a remote desire to experiment sexually or even “play doctor”. My sister was different from me, and I knew it, but it didn’t affect me one way or the other, I suppose more than anything it was the fact that I had no idea at that age the pleasure that could have come from some of the experiences I regret never having with someone so little, so close, so willing. In the end, though, Jennifer and I had no secrets, still have no secrets, and I suppose all is well that ends well, and there is not an inch of my younger sister that I haven’t explored in the years since.
In the years following those showers and baths together, we both grew up, and eventually hit puberty. I remember being the one to ask her if anyone had explained to her the changes her body was going through… and how quizzically she looked at me before saying “Oh yeah, we talked about that stuff in Girl Scouts”. To some degree it was a relief that she didn’t have to learn from me, and I suppose at that age you could say I was already trying to find reasons to have her include me in her sexual life… I wanted to ensure she was safe, but also a part of me wondered where that conversation would lead.
Throughout my early teenage years I grew up in much of the same awkward in-between position. I knew she was my sister, and yet every time she would lie on the floor and ask for a back rub, I found my hands wandering. For her, it was innocent at first, and when I would tell her things like “removing your shirt would make it more comfortable”, she did so without a thought. I would straddle her bottom and settle in-between her soft bubbly bottom through my jeans, and as I massaged her, I would put slow pressure, allowing myself pleasure as I rocked back and forth, up and down her back, and she would never speak a word about it.
As the years progressed and Jennifer’s body fully developed, I extended my musings of her body to requesting she remove her sports-bra (she always wears them, even today). She continually refused, but asked me to move my hands underneath it so that it would not interfere with her massage. I did for a long while, before eventually sliding my fingers lower and lower along her sides… and eventually… slowly… over agonizing weeks of waiting and pushing ever lower, I suddenly felt the swell of her breasts, and stopped my hands exactly where they were, relishing the new soft flesh I had found, and the wonderful way it pushed outward into my hands. It may have only been the sides of her breasts, but my thirteen-year-old mind was in heaven. It was the first time she ever objected to my massages, and she said she had enjoyed a massage for long enough, and then put her shirt on, and left.
From that point on, the minute she felt my fingers against the soft flesh of her breasts, she would pull her arms tight to her side, and while she didn’t say anything to me, her arms were always at her sides from that point on. She would still ask for a back rub, or a deeper massage, and she would still remove her shirt and look shyly at me before lying down, but she ensured I had no way to access her sides, or the swell of her developed breasts. It didn’t stop me, though, from pushing my fingers into the elastic of her shorts (did I mention she also always wears basketball shorts?) and pushing another boundary every once in a while. She would let me feel her bottom, at least the very top of the curve that separated her lower back from the beginning of her pelvis and the soft, fatty tissue that felt so fantastically springy under my fingers. I never pushed very far, though, afraid she would cut off these sessions altogether. I loved the feelings as my fingertips would roll over the crevice of her bottom, and she would make a soft sound before looking back at me, as if confused.
Needless to say, I realize now that what I was doing would be termed as molestation, I was forcing my fingers upon her and grinding hard member into her bottom as I pleasured myself at her expense. Each and every session would end up with her relaxed and watching television upstairs with my parents while I headed to my bathroom to relieve the immense pressure that had built up. I’m sure she must have felt it, but she never said anything, perhaps she was too young to understand, but since she was only a year younger than I was, I have a feeling there was more going on there than I ever thought about at the time. I wonder sometimes if these sessions aroused her like they did me.
I wish I had taken just a moment during one of these times to look up the leg of her shorts, to try to see if her panties were as soaked with her secretions as my underwear always was with mine. We’ve never talked about it, and you’d think that we would have, considering the story I am about to tell you, but it’s never come up. Perhaps I’ll ask her some time, and get back to you with what she tells me about if she knew what was going on, and whether or not there was heat building in her as I sawed my body back and forth, working my hands from her shoulders to just below her waistline in her shorts, and at the same time working my erection up and down slowly along the crevice of her ass, delighting in the heat she was always giving off.
At some point in the next three years, Jennifer stopped coming to me for massages, but never was there a different experience from what I have described above. There was never a moment where I went too far, or pushed her further than just light touching, a little heavy grinding, and some mutual relaxation. You may consider me a molester, a monster, but my sister has never told me anything like that, and to my knowledge she also looks back on those times fondly… or at the very least… without malice.
It was also in that timeframe that I began to realize my sexual desires were a little out of the norm. For one thing, I couldn’t get the idea of having sex with my sister out of my mind. She was so young, so innocent, and for whatever reason, I wanted to be the one to introduce her to what sex could be, even though I had never had it myself. I knew that no boy would be as gentle, and nobody would care and caress her in the ways I wanted to. The culmination of these thoughts came one day when I knocked on her door to wake her up following a slumber party she had with one of her friends. When I got no response to the knock, I opened the door to find my sister looking directly at the bare vagina of her young friend, Allison. Allison was lying naked on Jennifer’s bed, and my sister was also naked, crouching on her hands and knees with her eyes about six inches from her friend’s bare sex, her fingers pushing Allison’s outer lips apart so that she could look deeper inside.
A great flurry of squeals followed as my entrance was realized, and Jennifer and Allison rushed to cover themselves. I am very sure that I blushed. I also apologized profusely, hurriedly closed the door to her room, and rushed to my bathroom downstairs, to burn the image of the two fourteen-year-olds in my mind forever and masturbate to the curious thoughts that were now running through my head. Her face was close… had she ever kissed Allison there?
Was she considering it when I walked in the door, or had she just finished?
Did they touch each other?
Maybe it was just curiosity, or perhaps was Jennifer a lesbian?
(Yes, thanks to the internet, I knew exactly what that word meant. In fact, I remembered as I was writing this that late one night my sister and I were watching television in the downstairs family room. Everyone else was asleep, and we were both considering going to bed, too, when we happened across a long lesbian movie on either Showtime or Cinemax… we both watched, riveted… all the way through. It actually had a plot, but I do remember my sister staring at the lump in my pants while we watched a nurse and her patient experimenting together. I’ll have to ask her about that night, too. I wonder if she remembers…)
These thoughts continued for days after the encounter, and Jennifer tried to avoid me as much as possible. Allison, however, acknowledged me for the first time in the halls at school, and would smile and say hello as we walked by each other. I know exactly what Jennifer liked about her, and seeing her naked had only increased my liking. At fourteen, I would assume she had begun to grow hair on her intimate area, but spread as she was… I had a great diagonal view directly into her crotch, and one of the things I couldn’t help but notice, and love, was that she had shaved herself bald. I’d realize later in life that this made her body look even younger, though at the time I just thought it was normal.
It was during one of those thoughts, while I was reliving walking in on my sister and Allison, that I received a note from the front office. My sister had softball practice after school, and my mom would usually pick us up. My dad was traveling at the time, and my mom had called to tell us both to stay in the library. This wasn’t uncommon, but since the public library was small… it was attached to our school, and it meant that Jennifer and I would be stuck together for a few hours in a small space. It was my chance to talk to her, if ever there was one, and find out just how much she and Allison had done together. After hours there was only one librarian, and the best way I can think to describe her would be to call her an “old codger”. She would sit at the library desk, and would not move for hours. Sometimes she would be buried in a book, other times she would lean back in her chair and drift in and out of sleep. I’m not sure why the library kept her on staff, but when you’re planning on cornering your sister about a possible sexual experience… she was the best type to have.
I went to the library when school ended, and began to do my homework. It was a few hours before Jennifer joined me, and I was fighting an erection the entire time I was waiting. As if on cue, the after-hours library staff started, and Jennifer came walking in the door, still in her softball uniform. I was sitting at one of the two computer stations in front of the window, and Jennifer came and sat next to me at the other. There were a few people in the library, but late in the day the school entrance by the computers closed, and since most of the people in the library were elderly, the computers were hardly ever used once those doors locked. I had my alone time with Jennifer, and I was going to take advantage.
I should also mention, since it will become important soon, that the stairs to the main lobby of the school were just outside the bank of half-wall windows that we were both facing. I remember as a freshman that my friends and I used to stand at the top of the steps and look across to the library windows. Since there weren’t too many computers, the chances were slim, but if a cute girl with a skirt was sitting in the chairs… it was worth the extra effort to try to glace over the window’s edge from afar. You could just see under the desks if you climbed the stairs to the top and tried really hard. That said, you could always see who was sitting in the chairs, as the stairs were very dark once the sun went down, and the library was always fully lit.
Jennifer logged into the computer while I finished up doing some research for my history class, and as I closed my last book I could hear the telltale heavy breathing that meant the librarian had checked out for a few hours. I slid my rolling chair over slightly behind Jennifer, and started to whisper very softly in her ear.
“Yeah?” she answered, and continued to look at her computer screen.
“I was wondering… about that day with Allison…” I watched as her fingers tightened on the mouse in her hand, and I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder to try to tell her I wasn’t angry or mad, “look… I was just wondering… are you guys… you know… together or something?”
I don’t think it was the question she imagined; quite honestly it wasn’t the first question that jumped into my head. I had wanted to ask her if she had pushed her tongue sensually into her friend, if they held each other at night and took turns pumping themselves to orgasm on each other’s fingers… but Jennifer seemed reluctant to even look at me, and maybe today wasn’t the time for those kinds of things.
“No,” she said quietly, and I could feel as a small shiver went through her shoulder, “we’re just friends okay? It wasn’t anything.”
“It looked like something to me…” I shot back, almost upset that she didn’t want to talk about it, though I understood completely. “It looked like you were about to… I don’t know… taste her or something.”
“What?” Jennifer exclaimed, a little loudly for our current environment, but a quick turn of my head and the sounds of snoring assured me and made Jennifer realize we were talking about something risky, and she went on in a quieter tone. “No, I don’t like doing that to girls, okay? We were just… I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Do you like touching her?” I asked, and then wondered where the question came from. I was running on auto pilot, my erection was talking and I was sliding ever closer to her chair. I couldn’t see her face, but I could see the blush as it tinged the tips of her ears. Yes, she liked touching her friend.
“We’re just friends, will you drop it please?” she asked.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone.” I countered, “I’m just curious. Allison is very pretty, what does she feel like inside?”
At this point, I would not have been surprised if Jennifer had gotten up to leave. Perhaps more than my erection had ahold of the steering wheel, because I took my hand from her shoulder and began to run it along the part of her back I could reach above the chair, and Jennifer continued to face away from me and click away on the computer.
“It’s personal,” she said, almost a whisper, and then she stopped moving the mouse… as if waiting for my response.
“I…” I started, and I lifted my other hand to her back, and then slipped both hands inside the sleeveless holes of her softball uniform. I could feel the sweat from her practice, I massaged her sides slowly and Jennifer went rigid. It was now or never. I moved my hands, and with very slight pressure pulled her back into the chair so I could reach… and slipped my palms against the soft, wet material of the sports bra that was covering her breasts. “I wish I could be personal with you, I’ve always wanted to be.”
I said it as less than a whisper, still not entirely believing I had abandoned my plan and was being so forward. I couldn’t help but realize she wasn’t pulling away, just like when she received my backrubs, she was letting me massage her without a word. I could feel as her nipples began to grow hard and poke out against the material. I grew more bold, and soon had slid my hands down and up again, underneath her sports bra, pushing it up until her soft mounds were exposed underneath her uniform.
I massaged her for what felt like a very long time, but what I suppose was only a few moments, before she quickly whipped her head from side to side, and slid forward in her chair, releasing her breasts from my reach.
“Jesus,” she whispered, and looked over her shoulder at me with what was almost an angry glare. “Are you done?”
“I don’t know”, I whispered back to her, and she settled back into the chair again. Automatically my hands slipped back inside her uniform and I was holding her hardened nipples against my palms. “Do you want me to be?” Jennifer let out a sigh, and then pushed her chair back slightly into mine.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this” she whispered in response. “It feels so good.”
“I can’t either” I whispered back, and then my right hand abandoned her breast and began to snake down to her stomach.
As I passed her waistline I hardly stopped for an objection. Jennifer sat nearly perfectly still while she pushed the back of the chair around to the side so that there was nothing between me and her except the armrest of the chair, and she leaned back into me as she spread her legs slightly. It was all the invitation I needed. My fingers dove downward, and a small sigh escaped her lips as I breached the final barrier of her resistance, and slipped my entire hand below the waistband of her shorts.
When I saw Jennifer a few days earlier, sitting on her knees and leaning to look forward at Allison, I had seen her mostly from the side, though I’ll admit I was able to sneak a look at her asshole and still today relish the vision, but what I missed I discovered as my fingers snaked into her elastic shorts and also deep into her panties. She was not one who shaved, and she had a thick bit of hair just underneath her panty-line. For some reason, I felt as though this made what we were doing even sexier.
She was so close to me now that I could feel her body heat against me, and I could smell the musky scent that her body gave off as it exerted in softball practice, but I didn’t care. As my fingers slid deeper I felt her clitoral hood, and her outer lips. She was completely soaked, and I didn’t know if she was aroused or sweaty, but either way it didn’t matter to my fingers. I massaged her crevice, splitting her outer lips and pushing in further. I had no idea what I was doing, from this angle I was not penetrating her at all, only putting pressure on and in-between her engorged lips. My middle finger worked its way between her outer lips, and snaked into the warm, slippery and smooth groove in the middle.
Jennifer began to pant slightly as I continued rubbing her. I could feel as her lips were spread apart and slipped in-between my middle finger and the fingers surrounding it. I could feel as her clitoris came in contact with my palm, and how it made her jerk slightly when it did. I tried to keep a rhythm, but I was also very curious. I’d never touched a girl before, let alone from this angle. I wondered if I could penetrate her, and in trying I found if I stretched my arm awkwardly I could slip my middle finger into her, just about past my fingernail. She didn’t seem to enjoy this as much, though, so I went back to my rhythm, and focused heavily on squeezing her clitoris into my palm.
If she wasn’t sweating before, she was now. I could feel the wetness on her brow as she leaned back and put her head on my shoulder.
“It feels so good” she said breathlessly, “don’t stop. Oooooh!’
I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to, and I could feel the undulations of her hips begin to increase as I kept my tempo steady. Soon she was nearly bucking into my hand, and as I continued to fondle her breasts and chest with my left hand, I felt her breathing change dramatically as I delivered my sister into ecstasy.
“OOoooooohhhhh…” she whispered, and he hand dropped from the mouse she had been holding, and squeezed her hand against my own, forcing my palm hard into her sex. I squeezed my fingers together, contracting tightly around her lips and her exposed clitoris. I continued to apply pressure, and work her wet lips between my fingers until she sat up, forcing me to dislodge my fingers from her.
“Wow”, I whispered… still relishing the feeling of my own sister bucking against me as she humped my hand for her pleasure, but something else had caught her gaze. Jennifer was looking out the window to the steps.
I had completely forgotten about the windows, about the view, and about how my sister had just had an orgasm that was fully visible to the entire entryway of the school. They may not have been able to see anything, but my movements were not shy, and it would have been very obvious that she was being fingered, and that she had exploded in orgasm. There was a basketball game tonight… and the stairs looked empty to me, but how they had been, or changed, over the past half-hour while I had been servicing my sister in public, guiding her into completely exposed sexual pleasure, I could not say.
“Is anyone looking?” I whispered, and almost on cue, her phone began to vibrate on the table. My view was blocked by her, and by the chair, maybe she saw someone I wasn’t able to.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Allison Is looking right at us.”
“What? Shit!” I said, and began to gather my things from the floor behind her. We needed to run; hopefully nobody would believe her. Jennifer picked up her phone, and then grabbed my arm and held me still.
“It’s alright!” Jennifer said, and I could almost hear the flood of relief in her voice. “She can’t see you! She just texted me, she wants to know who is touching me!”
I froze, trying to think of ways to stay hidden from the window, but at this point the only way out was backward, and if we tried to run she would follow us for sure.
“We can’t leave while she’s there… can you get rid of her?”
“I’ll tell her to meet me in the bathroom,” she said.
“Do you think you’re going to… uh…” I whispered to her, thinking of all the thing I wondered if the two of them did together.
“What? No! The day you caught us was the first time we’d ever…” she started. “It doesn’t matter, no we’re not going to do anything. Jeeze.”
“Okay,” I said back, but I couldn’t let her go just yet… not after what had just happened. “I had a really good time, Jennifer, I’ve wanted to do that forever, and I would love if you would let me do it again, even taste you.”
“Now?” she asked, a little exasperated.
“No,” I responded, not right now, just… can we do this again? More of this?” I asked. Jennifer turned to face me, and I saw a look in her eyes that I’d never seen before.
“Yes.” She said, and gathered her things. As she walked away, she turned around once, and looked me in the eyes, and then looked down at the computer chair she had been sitting on. It was sopping wet.
It was a few minutes before my phone vibrated again. I had moved far away from the computer side of the library, afraid to be linked to the wet chair or the lingering feeling I had that something wonderful and extremely dangerous and risky had taken place there. It almost felt surreal, I couldn’t believe I had just fingered my sister, and that she not only had liked it, but that I had brought her to orgasm right here in the library, and best of all… she wanted more. I wanted to go in search of a bathroom to relieve myself, but the only available ones during the school’s basketball games would be right next to girl’s bathroom where Jennifer and Allison were talking.
I had drifted back to thoughts of what they might be talking about and what they might be doing to each other when my phone buzzed again, and I realized it was my mom. She’d texted twice now, asking where I was and for me to get Jennifer and head for the car. I walked out of the library, up the steps, and into the main building just as Jennifer and Allison arrived at the doors.
“Hey,” I told them both, “Mom’s here.” I was trying desperately to act detached, like I didn’t care that I was seeing the two of them, let alone with Allison having the knowledge that my innocent sister had just been publically exposed during a very intimate moment with someone unknown.
“Cool.” Jennifer said, also trying to act natural in front of Allison. I guess to Allison it probably looked like she was trying to play her normal self, not the girl who gets felt up in libraries and orgasms for all the world to see, in front of her big brother.
Jennifer said goodbye to Allison, and we walked to the car. More than once she caught me looking sideways at her, but she didn’t say anything to me.
“What did you tell her?” I finally asked in a hissed whisper.
“I told her the truth,” she hissed back, and I gave her a confused look before she added “I was in the library, and suddenly this guy was feeling me up from behind. I wanted to stop him, but suddenly it felt so good, and he was so forceful… I just wanted him to finish me off.”
I couldn’t help but smile wide… and imagine what it might be like to do it all again.
We got in the car, and we started heading home. It was very dark out now, and I sat in the front seat with Jennifer sitting behind us both. I glanced back a few times… but whether it was practice, my ministrations, or just her day Jennifer appeared to be sleeping in the back seat. I let her sleep, and when my mom asked how my day was, I told her it had been one I wouldn’t soon forget.
As we pulled into the drive, I woke Jennifer as I usually did, but poking her knee with my finger.
“Hey!” she said, and rolled over a bit in her seat.
“Jennifer, we’re home.” I said, and she opened her eyes sleepily at me.
“Oh,” she said, and then looked around stretching.
“Did you guys do your homework at the library?” my mom asked us both as we walked in the door to the house.
“Yes”, I said, exasperated, and glanced at Jennifer.
“I tried,” Jennifer said, “but I kept getting distracted.” Jennifer looked at me pointedly, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Well,” our mom said, looking at me angrily “if you were the one who wouldn’t let her do her homework, maybe you should be the one to help her with it if she has trouble!”
I sighed a very heavy sigh, and said “Fine, but I’ve got more to do, too!”, but the comment fell on deaf ears, and It wasn’t long after I had grabbed a drink that I heard Jennifer call from her room “Hey, could you help me with my homework please?”
As I walked back to her room, I couldn’t help but adjust the lump in my jeans that hoped Jennifer had more than homework on her mind, and when I got to her door and knocked, I wasn’t disappointed. I glanced to ensure my mom was watching television, and then closed the door behind me.
Jennifer was lying on her bed in another softball jersey from school. I don’t know why, but it was extremely sexy to see her still wearing the same thing as earlier, the same clothing I had overcome when we so recently became intimate together.
“Hey, what do you need help with?” I asked her, and she turned her head over her shoulder to look at me.
“Well,” she said, almost at a whisper. “I keep thinking about earlier… and I’m really, really excited right now. I was thinking if you wanted to taste me, I would let you.”
“Now?” I asked. I was happy but surprised “Mom’s right outside.”
“I know”, she said back, and then spread her legs enough so that as she lay on her stomach facing forward, I could fit between her legs from behind. She bent her legs up at the knee, and I noticed I could look right up the leg of her shorts. “These are the loosest shorts I own, I was thinking I could keep then on while you do it, in case she comes in like you did.”
I smiled, and needed no further invitation. I couldn’t help it, her body was so close, and I was so hungry to find out what it was like to slide my tongue deep into her. From this angle, too, I could penetrate her with my fingers if she wanted me to, too. She looked so sexy, and yet so in control as she lay there, her sexual treasures just begging to be exposed and tended to. I licked my lips, and adjusted my pants before laying down.
I laid my torso on her bed, and pulled her legs back to me until her opening was inches from my nose. I pushed my hand inside her shorts, and slid the material to the side, securing it with my forearm. She was completely exposed, and I realized also how her position allowed me to fully enjoy her bottom for the first time, and I spent some time visually exploring it, as well as the small hole in between her beautiful cheeks before I put my hands on each side of her vaginal lips, and spread her slightly open. It was the first time I had even seen a girl’s sex so close up, and I was astounded by all the different parts, but the glistening of her wetness on the pink skin made me forgot everything else, and I learned forward slightly and extended my tongue, and licked her, diving my tongue directly into her the first time, and relishing the feeling and taste of my sweet little sister.
I could tell by the way she squirmed that she enjoyed what I was doing, even though I wasn’t sure I did it very well. Her entire sex was so slippery, and the more I licked the more slippery it became. I tried to focus on her clitoris, like before, but the way she was laying it meant nearly licking the bedspread, and finally I thought about asking her for a pillow, and elevated her bottom into the air. It also made her anal opening protrude even more, and out of pure curiosity I spread her cheeks slightly, and ran my tongue from her rosebud downward. I’m not sure what I expected, but it was not unpleasant. I slipped my tongue slowly into her rear passage, and hearing no objections, slipped my finger slowing in and out before she squirmed, indicating her discomfort.
I went back to licking her wet slit, and realized now with the aid of the pillow that I could push my tongue in even deeper than before, and she seemed to really enjoy it when I did. I slid one hand under her, between her sex and the pillow, and put constant pressure on her clitoris as I continued to tongue her as deeply as I could. Jennifer responded by forcing her body back into my mouth, and as I was able, I would wrap my lips tightly against her and suck in her fragrance, her wetness, and her sex.
Jennifer kept spasming slowly, and as I came up to rest my jaw, I realized how ready and open she had become. Her outer lips, which had been such a light-pink color and thin to begin with, had become large, dark red, and stretched. I slipped my fingers from underneath her and began to stroke and slide her lips like I had that afternoon. I licked my fingers, then slipped in one finger, then two, then three as I watched her stretch around them. Her skin was like elastic, and after removing my fingers I could look directly into her almost, she was so open, and I couldn’t help but ask her... the question was out before I knew what I was asking.
“Jennifer, are you… a virgin?” I asked, not knowing by looking whether or not she was.
“I am,” she said, almost a gasp as I continued to rub her and dip my fingers into her.
I licked her slightly again, and then reached down and unzipped my pants. My boxers were soaked with precum, and I fished out my hard member as I continued to lick her.
“Are you going to have sex with me?” she asked, and looked over her shoulder as I lifted my mouth from the treasure between her legs, dragging my tongue up to her anus again before sliding it slowly over her rear opening one last time.
“Do you want to?” I asked, and I saw the look again in her eyes that I had seen in the library, but she couldn’t say anything, or maybe she was too afraid. She nodded her head, and then spread her legs even wider as I climbed on the bed behind her.
Instinct took over at that point, and sister or not, I was in love with the girl lying in front of me. She was spread open, ready, and glistening with slickness. I put the head of my member against her swollen wet opening, and then leaned forward above my younger sister’s body. It was like fire had gripped my entire sensory system, and the most wonderful, delicate, soft thing was wrapped around just the tip of my erection. I grunted slightly, not from exertion but to try to contain a moan of pleasure as I slid forward slightly, and felt the velvet feeling begin sliding all the way down my shaft.
“Oh my God”, Jennifer said, and suddenly I was all the way in her. Being a virgin also, I had no concept that I had torn through her hymen, but Jennifer did not show any signs of pain, and as I pulled out again I felt a glorious suction as her body begged me not to leave her warm heaven. I pushed into her again, and she grunted slightly as we began to build a rhythm. It wasn’t fast, and it wasn’t hard. I took my sister as a lover in the only way my boyish heart would allow me. I slipped in and out of her, in and out of her, over and over slowly and sensuously until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I told her I was about to release, and she lifted off the pillow slightly and placed her hand underneath her sex, and I felt as she raked her fingers in circles over her clitoris while I continued my slow pace, in and out, in and out.
It wasn’t more than a few strokes before I reached my climax, and even though I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from burying my hard member in my sister. Jennifer groaned and I felt as she also entered her orgasm. The feeling of her walls pulsing around me was amazing, and I felt as though I was going to continue ejaculating until I was empty or I pulled out… but the pleasure was too much. I stayed right where I was, and began to slide in and out of her with my spasms, relishing the idea of continuing our first time and making it last forever. Jennifer wasn’t moving anymore, though, so I slowed down and eventually slipped out of her as I softened.
“Jennifer? Are you ok?” I asked her, and put a hand on the small of her back. I felt her trembling, and I knew she was crying instantly.
“Jennifer, talk to me, please!” I said, and I lay on the bed next to her and drew her close to me, wrapping my arms around her.
“I… I’m damaged goods now”, she whispered, and I hugged her even tighter to me.
“No you’re not,” I whispered, and kissed her on the forehead. “Why would you ever think that? What you just gave me is so special, I’ll never tell a soul about you and I, and I’m happy to have had my first time with you.”
“It was your first time, too?” she asked, and I nodded my head. She seemed to cry even harder for a few moments, before calmly laying her head against my chest.
“I love you” she whispered.
“I love you too”, I whispered back. “You mean the world to me.”
Jennifer smiled, and as I lay there she pushed one leg up and over my body next to her. Just as suddenly, she took my erection in her hand, and placed me at her entrance, now much smaller than it had been while she was aroused and engorged.
“Can we do it again,” she whispered as I kissed her forehead, “right now?”
I answered her by thrusting into her, feeling the pull of her taught skin without the natural lubrication or arousal we had only minutes before.
“You’re so tight”, I whispered to her, squeezing her close to me as I forced the last few inches of my hard member into her. Jennifer sighed, and then I felt her begin to ungulate her hips towards me. I began to feel the fire spread, the velvet feeling of closeness slide up and down, up and down, and then she was cumming again, ramming her pelvis against mine as I too reached orgasm and released my seed into her, into my own little sister.
As we both came down from our collective highs, Jennifer pulled her legs tightly around my midsection and kept my limp member from sliding out of her completely.
“Do you think…” she started, looking at me questioningly and almost with a little embarrassment, “that if I don’t wear panties next week… we could try this in the library, too? Maybe we could even… try something else?” As she asked me, I felt her take my hand and guide it to her anus. I could feel the folds of skin as she pushed my arm, and I extended my pinky finger into her rectum.
I smiled at her and could feel myself growing in her again, my pinky sliding into one hole as my erection took hold of her other. Ah, to be young again and to have that much stamina… We did everything she asked, and in fact a lot more, but that is a different story altogether.]]>
My name is Jill, 45 and I'm a married bifemale with three grown children ages 25 (son) 23 (son) and 20 (daughter). I really don't know where to start this or how to explain what happen too me last month but I think I need to tell someone just so I can get it off my chest I guess. I grew up on a farm with 4 brothers and three sisters in a home that I'd say was somewhat strict when it came to the subject of dating and sexual things. When we raised our children we tried not to be that way and nudity and seeing other family members nude was just normal for us. My husband and I didn't run around naked all the time but we didn't try to hide our bodies from the kids or raise them to hide from us or each other as they grew older. Well with that said I hope you'll understand my story better.
The kids are gone now and my husband and I live our own lives now on our small place in the country. We have enough land that we, but mostly me, go outside nude or semi nude most of the summer months. Well last month I was home alone and started out just sun bathing on the deck than jumped in the pool to float around for awhile to get more sun. I don't know if I fell asleep or what but I never heard my son's truck coming up the drive to the house.
I don't know how long my son, I'll call him Mark here, was by the pool watching me but when he said, "you look so comfortable and sexy mom ", I about jumped off the float mattress in the pool. I asked him how long he had been there watching me and he just said long enough. He said he wasn't doing anything so he thought he stop in to see us both. I told him his dad had gone fishing that morning with friends and probably wouldn't be back till late that afternoon or evening, but he was welcome to stay and visit with me. Now just so you all know, I'm in the pool topless with only my string bikini bottom on that really doesn't cover much. At this time I was semicovered because I was on my stomach but Mark was still getting a pretty good view of the one side of me, my ass and pussy.
We carried on with some small talk for awhile about what we both had been doing lately, just the normal mom/son stuff. While we talked Mark was sitting down on the edge of the deck with his feet hanging into the pool trying to cool off I guess from the heat but with a weird look on his face I thought. He was wearing a pair of nicer dress shorts when he arrived and at first I thought it was just my imagination or the angle I was seeing from floating in front of him, but I could swear he had a hardon poking up from his shorts. I suggested he get in the pool but he said the chemicals in the pool would ruin his shorts and added with a smile and that cute little laugh of his that it might not be such a good idea right at the moment. Well me being the mother I am, I had too question him why.
Not too my surprise because I know how he's like his father and they say what their thinking, he said he was aroused some by seeing me almost naked and that he did indeed have a huge boner and had hoped I hadn't noticed. Well all I could do was fake a little laugh for him because really the thought that the sight of me, his mother had given him an erection kind of made me feel sexy and sort of dirty at the same time. What the hell was I thinking? Here was my 23 year old son who I of course think is good looking, sitting not three feet, at almost eye level from me on the edge of the pool, with a rock hard cock that I had caused.
To try and put him at some ease I just said "don't worry sweetie, I've seen your penis many times when you was growning up and there's nothing that will surprise me or for you to be ashamed about so you can get up and get in the pool if you want".
Relaxed I guess by that, he stood and asked if it was OK if he removed his shorts so they wouldn't get ruined. I told him sure as if it wouldn't bother me at all. Well this is where I'm afraid I lost all my morals as a mother or it just brought out the slutty side in me as some things do. Mark stood and with a little trouble clearing that buldge in his shorts, dropped his shorts too the deck. Well there above me stood my son with a cock as hard as could be, just as thick and as big, if not bigger than his father's I thought, and looking just plan hot as hell. Without trying to look but not able to stop myself, all I could do was comment that he had grown into a very good looking and well built man. Damn he was so hot looking and the site of his hard cock just sent chills through my body. Again, what the hell was I thinking, I'm his mother?
Mark got in the pool with me and spent most of the first 15 minutes or so trying to keep some distance between us and not get himself in a position where he had a view of my behind, remember all I had on was the bottoms of my tiny string bikini. He stayed away from me up until I finally asked him if I looked like I was getting sunburned. At that time he came over close and checked my back for me. He said, " mom you look like your starting to get red so you better put some lotion on or something". Well now this was a problem, for who I don't know but that's when things started to get interesting.
Mark I said, would you please put some lotion on for me dear. I swear I could hear him swallow hard but with a little excitement in his voice he said sure mom. When his hards first touched me as he spread the lotion on my back I thought I was going to die. The chills and the thrill that went through me was something I had never felt before. As he spread the lotion along my waist and hips, that did it. I'm probably the one that sent this whole situation over the line but as good as his hands felt I asked Mark to put some lotion on my legs and butt so they wouldn't burn too.
At first I didn't think he was going to do it but after a few seconds of delay I felt the lotion being squirted along both legs and across both my butt cheeks. As before, as soon as his hands touched me that same shock wave went through me as before. The thoughts I was having being this boys mother were crazy but at this moment in time as I lay floating in that pool, he wasn't my son and I wasn't his mother, just a man and a very horny older woman who was enjoying a mans hands on her.
Mark worked the lotion into my legs and across my ass at first very quickly but than to my surprise he squirt somemore on my inner thighs and across my ass again. As his left hand rubbed the lotion onto my ass, his right hand was working the lotion on my thighs and up closer to my now very wet pussy. At first I thought he touched me by mistake but as he moved his right hand up my leg again I know he was touching my semi-exposed pussy that wasn't even covered by that small sting on purpose.
He continued touching my wet pussy as if by accident several times. To give him a signal and too let him know I liked it I made a couple of well timed moans when he did. After about my fifth moan he asked me if it felt good and did I like what he was doing. My only replay now for him was that it felt wonderful and that he could do any kind of lotion on me anytime he wanted.
Well I guess that was the signal he was waiting for and all he needed to hear. On the next run up my thigh with his hand he keep coming higher and run his finger tips over the lips of my pussy. As wet as I was by now I know he felt it and sure enough he said, "damn mom your sure wet". He asked "Is this turning you on that much"? Without thinking about my answer I said, "yes Mark it is and you can touch me more if you want baby". Well again that's all it took because the next feeling I had was Mark's left hand pulling the small strip of material and string of my bikini off to the side and a finger of his right hand going deep into my pussy.
His finger felt so good inside me that I almost came right than. As he worked his finger, than a second and a third into me I knew I was seconds away from cumming. Using his thumb he started rubbing my clit as he moved his other three finger around inside me and as if I was hit by lightning, I had one of the biggest orgasms of my life. It seemed like I was cumming for ever. I just shook and spasmed like it was the first orgasm of my life.
When I had finally calmed down Mark just gently withdrew his fingers from me and said how nice it was for him that he could make me feel so good and cum so hard like that. I told him that it was wonderful and yes he had made me feel good but added that I should return the favor since I had made him so uncomfortable since his arrival. With that said, I slid off the float and finally gave him a full frontal view of his now overly horny mom. With a big smile on his face he commented that I looked very sexy, that I had a great body, and that he really liked how nice my tits where. There not big by any means, just 34C's but still firm for my age.
Thinking I'd take advantage of my height of 5' 5" for once I told him to get up and sit on the edge of the deck again so I could be at the level I thought would be just right. Once in place I was just slightly above face level with his now again hard cock. With a look of being unsure on his face, I move in between his legs and took his cock in my hands. That surprised but satisfied look came to his face as I looked up at him and took his cock into my wide open and waiting mouth. His cock as I said earlier was very thick just like his dad's and just as big, which would make it about 8" long. I know because I've measured his father's before and he has a 8 to 8 1/2" cock. Pausing just for a second I told him that he sure grew into a very big man. Well I did my best to get as much of his hard cock as I could into my mouth and work him the best I knew how. I've sucked a lot of cocks in my days but this had to be the most exciting for me to date. I licked the head, up and down the shaft and even sucked and licked his balls off and on, but from the sounds coming from Mark I knew I was doing a good job and it wouldn't be long before he'd be giving me my reward. I had as much of Mark's cock in my mouth as I could get, trying to take all of him deep but as I was trying to get those last inches in, he fell back on the deck and yelled, "mom I'm cumming, I'm cumming mom".
Well that was it. Time to show my son what mommy could do. As I felt his cock start too spasm I forced the rest of his cock into my mouth and tried to use the musles inside to milk all his cum from his body, and I wasn't disappointed. Spasm after spasm Mark shot his hot cum into me and as hard as it was I didn't gag once. I let him fill my mouth with every last drop and when he had shot that last bit of his load, I gently slid his cock just to the edge of my lips and went down on him again to make sure he was finished. Let me tell you, he has some of the sweetest tasing cum I've ever had so far.
Mark just lay there on the deck as I got out of the pool and went over next to him. Looking down at him with his eyes closed but with that cute smile on his face, I said, "sweetie why don't you come on into the house, we'll get something cold to drink and see what else you can help your mom with today, OK!"]]>