Incest

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MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 1 THE RIDE (revised)

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 1 THE RIDE
The names have been changed to protect the “not so innocent”.
At the age of fourteen, I (Jake) was just coming into my own (My own hand that is). I was good looking I guess. A swimmer, I was long and muscular, and had that blond/straw hair that comes from spending endless hours in the pool. Having received height from my mother, and broad shoulders from my father, at 6’1” 185pounds, and 3.5%body fat, I was larger than most fully grown men but my experience was limited. I had messed around some, but I’d never seen a girl naked, or done much more than get all worked up, only to have to finish myself off later.
My sister Rachel (16 at the time) was very different. She seemed to have gotten my father’s height, and my mother’s build. At 5’2”, she barely came up to my shoulder. She was muscular, but petite (she couldn’t have weighed more than 85-90 pounds)and tan, albeit a fake tan, large green eyes that I always thought made her look elfish, and dirty blond hair about shoulder length although she always had it in a ponytail in one of those scrunchies so I’m mostly guessing on the length.
Although we were two years apart, our birthdays fell in a way that made me one of the youngest in my class, and Rachel one of the oldest in her class. This meant we were only one grade apart in school.
My parents had signed up to host an exchange student, and since they pair up exchange students with families that have children of the same age and sex, I was hoping for a guy I could get along with. I guess I hadn’t considered how much better it could be until we got the info packet from the exchange people. It included, among other things, a picture, and a short bio. It was a girl, and oh my god, she was crazy hot. She (Lidia) was from Italy; 5’9”, black long hair, and crystal blue eyes that made me need to sit down. It also contained an e-mail address, which my sister took to get acquainted with the girl that would be her room-mate for the year.
Our house was located in the suburban sprawl of Atlanta GA. A two story house, Rach and my bedrooms, and a bathroom made up the second floor; giving us privacy. Our parent’s bedroom, an office for our father, living room, and kitchen were on the first floor, and a large family room was in the basement. The front door to our house entered the living room. The back door, in the kitchen, opened onto a patio, and led to the garage in the back yard.
After a few days of finding myself creating fantasy scenarios in my head of ways I could take advantage of the opportunities of having this stunning girl living in my house, I came up with my master plan. We had 3 computers in our house; One in the family room for my parents to use, and a laptop in both my sister’s and my room. With that in mind I snuck in to my sister’s room and loaded a remote accessing program onto her computer, I loaded one on the family computer too. This let me control the other computers in the house from my computer. It worked perfectly. Assuming the computers were on, I could use the other computers just like I was sitting in front of them. I tested the web-cam on Rachel’s computer and vwala, my sister’s bedroom on my computer screen. I went back into her room to see if her computer would show what I was doing. All that gave me away was a tiny icon next to the clock, and a LED light next to the cam along the top edge of the monitor. I took a key and busted the light, praying that Rach would think it had broken in her backpack, turned her computer back off, and went back to my room to begin the 14 day long wait for Lidia to arrive.
After a week of heavy masturbation thinking of Lidia, I began to get worried. Would my plan work? What if Rach left her computer off? What if she turned it away from the good views? What if she noticed the little icon, or the broken LED light, and uncovered my devious plan? ALL THIS ANTICIPATION COULD BE FOR NOTHING!!! It would be like waking up Christmas day, only to realize I’m Jewish. I needed a real test. I decided to try it out and see what I could see.
The next morning while Rach was in the shower, I turned on my remote program and took control of her computer. My worst fears were realized. Her laptop was closed, the screen mostly black, although I could make out a small glow at the top of the screen where light was leaking in from the edge. I was about to chalk it up as a failure to launch when I heard Rach’s door close through the webcam. I hadn’t even thought of sound, so that was a plus, but it hardly made up for being blind. I listened for a minute, and heard her hair drier turn on. It was loud. I quickly turned off my speakers and put on my headset so as not to give away my little spy. Just as I put on my headset the screen came to life. There was my sister, very close. I could see the top of the towel she had wrapped around herself, her shoulders, and neck, and her jaw and lips for brief seconds. She was standing up and moving around a bit, drying her hair I guessed.
I hadn’t ever thought of my sister as a girl before, but weather because I couldn’t see her face so I could forget she was my sis, or because of the voyeur in me, I was instantly hard the way only a 14 year old guy can be. I watched her tan shoulders and graceful neck mesmerized. Several minutes passed, or maybe several seconds, or possibly a month, then the hair dryer turned off and she walked straight away from the computer. The towel she wore wrapped around her was short, just long enough to hide her butt, but short enough to show every inch of her lean, muscular, tan legs. She bounced a little as she walked which just teased me as I watched the towel rise almost high enough to see her ass. I realized she was walking to her closet and knew what I was about to see. The towel dropped. There she was, hair already in a ponytail, tan all the way from the back of her neck, down to…holy shit her ass was perfect (for me anyway); tan, and well defined, with little dimples on the sides where her muscles flexed every time she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet…cute little tan feet. I saw she had ear buds in and realized she was listening to music (which explained the bouncing). She was taking down some clothes to wear.
She turned clothes in hand, and I saw my first real live boobs. They were amazing to me. Round, and perky, they stood proud with no crease underneath, and little dark pink nipples the size of an eraser. Her stomach was flat with a trace of muscle definition, and a tiny bellybutton. And there is my first pussy. Tan of course, with a small triangle of light blond hair. It was much lighter than her ponytail, so I guess she bleached it, but I had no way of knowing if that was normal or not, and I didn’t care. It was perfect.
Now I talk about this as if it lasted forever, it seemed way to short a time for me. I hadn’t even gotten to get my dick out of my boxers before she walked out of the cam’s view. It must have been only a few minutes before she came back into view, fully dressed. I cursed the shortness of it all, turned off my computer, and went to pull on some jeans, tucked my dick into the waistband (a trick I had come up with to hide my anytime hard dick). Something was wrong though, usually this worked fine but either these jeans were low or my dick was bigger than it had ever been, because when I tried to do up my jeans, the entire head was free and clear. Even though it was Saturday, I had swim practice in 25 minutes, so I didn’t have time to pound one out. I had to just put on a long baggy shirt, and hope my dick would go down soon.
I went down to the kitchen to grab some orange juice and a granola bar to eat in the car. My mom was there franticly organizing papers for a house she was showing (she’s a relator). Rachel was there too. Was it me or did she look different somehow. She had on short jean shorts and a shirt that rose up above her bellybutton as she reached up to get a box of cereal from the cupboard. She was on her tippy-toes, and her legs and butt were not making my dick head exposure problem any better. I forced myself to look away, and directed my attention to my mom. ”I’m ready when you are” I said a bit unevenly, boy my sister had me worked up. “Oh my gosh” my mom sputtered as she looked up at me from the table. My momentary panic subsided as I looked down to see I was concealed, and my mom continued “honey, I totally forgot you had practice”.
Now here was something to take my mind off “other things” and hopefully banish the monster in my jeans. The swim team I was on was not a “summer club” fun team. We practiced year round, we practiced 3-4 hours a day, and you had to maintain high attendance or you were not allowed to go to nationals, and, as this was the first year my times would be good enough to qualify, I was not about to miss practice. My brief panic was replaced by a shock, and a renewed buzzing in my head as Rachel popped up between us (I say “popped up” because she is so short and petite that she would continually surprise me by appearing from a seeming nowhere), “I can take him” she said in a sing-song voice.
Brothers and sisters have all kind of relationships, and I suppose ours was normal. We were friendly; more friendly than neighbors who say “hi” as they get the mail, less friendly than best buds who hang out together. We would on occasion give each other a friendly shove. A hip-check when passing in the hall, or a little nudge when the other one is writing, just fun razzing really. So what happened next could easily be explained away, and, would have been no big deal, except for the big deal in my pants. She did a move that I would describe as a hip-check if it had been side on, but this was her butt to my front. Ostensibly to move me out of the way, she banged her ass into me and landed perfectly on either side of my still raging hard-on. There was just no way she could have not felt it. But she acted as if nothing was amiss, so I pretended to smile, and quickly exited the room.
I got in Rach’s jeep (a 16th b-day present) and tried to arrange myself. Now I’m just telling it like it is; my dick as of a week before was 7 ½ inches (I know, because…yes I measured) and very thick (my hands were just big enough to palm a basketball, yet I could just touch my thumb and finger when masturbating), so when my belt tucking wasn’t an option (you can’t really do that sitting down, especially when your cock head is popping out, or you’d decapitate yourself), I put my right leg up on the door-les doorframe and adjusted myself so my dick was smashed to my right leg. I checked it out, and found that barring close scrutiny, it was a good camouflage. I was just starting to wonder what was taking Rach so long, when bouncing out the door she came. She had changed out of her jean shorts. She was now wearing sun-dress style skirt, very loose and very light ending just above her knees. “Sorry” she said as she climbed into the driver’s side, “those shorts were too tight, I had to change”. “It’s O.K.” I managed, as she started up the car and backed out of the drive.
The ride started of uneventfully; the neighborhood streets were deserted this early on a Saturday, although I thought I saw Rach look at my right leg once. The problems started when we hit the first real street. Apparently, while the skirt’s own weight was sufficient to keep it down while going 25mph in our neighborhood, going 45mph in an open jeep was too much for it. Rachel barely caught it in time before it blew up and exposed what I already knew to be a fabulous sight. “Shit” she said as she struggled to hold it down and pull off the street at the same time.
My dick had gone completely beyond my control at that point, and I was surprised to hear my own voice, through the haze of horny and adrenalin that clouded my head, say in a slightly panicked tone “I can’t be late Rach”. She sat silent for a moment as though she were thinking.
“We have 3 choices” she said in her rarely used, older sister tone;”1. We can go back to the house so I can change”. “No way, I’ll be so late, Coach won’t let it count for attendance” I answered immediately. Rachel, again in that tone she used when she was in charge, said “2. I can take us on side streets so we don’t have to drive so fast.” “That’s still gona make me late” I said in a tone I hoped conveyed that I was worried about practice, not trying to get her skirt up. “Well I need both hands to drive” she said, indicating with a point, the manual transmission gear shift. “So the only other option is for you to hold down my skirt” she said in such a calm manner that I was actually embarrassed at my stuttering “what?”
“If you knew how to drive a stick” she said (did she just glance at my right leg again?) “You could shift for me.” “You know I don’t know how yet” I said in such a whine I’m surprised she didn’t make fun of me for it.
“Well I don’t see any other option” she said matter-o-factly. “O.K.” I said, and reached over with my left hand to the edge of her skirt where it met the near edge of her seat. “Are you trying to get a look at me naked” she said, a small grin on her face “you have to hold it down here” she imitated holding the edge of her skirt down to the seat between her legs. “And you have to use your other hand, or I won’t have room to shift”.
It was probably the combination of the panic of not wanting to be late, combined with Rach’s kidding accusation of wanting to see her naked, coupled with a level of hornyness I had never experienced, but, before I knew it I was sitting side-saddle, my left leg between the front two seats so that my left foot was on the floor behind Rach’s seat, my right leg in front of the stick, my right foot inches below her beautiful, outstretched right calf, my left hand on the side of the back of her seat for balance, my right hand as far from her crotch as I could get it, holding her skirt down to the front edge of her seat.
It wasn’t until I was already in position that I realized my problem. Not only was my, at this point ridiculously hard, cock’s bulge in full view, up close and personal, but as she shifted, she would be within inches of it with her right hand. This, of course, did nothing but “enflame” my problem even more. Trying my best to seem casual, and not in danger of my head exploding, I said “let’s go”. We took off like a bat out of hell. The reason seemed plain; I was going to be late, and my good older sister was trying to get me there as fast as possible. I say it “seemed” plain because I couldn’t help but notice the ferocity of her driving had several other effects. One of these was that when she gunned it from a stop, I was thrown back just as she shifted to second, which was forward and right. In other words she was basically punching my dick. The other effect was that she slid around in her seat a lot, causing my hand to continually brush the insides of her legs, and on three separate occasions she slid forward so far, she actually used my hand on her crotch to stop herself.
By the time I got to practice, I wasn’t sure I could stand, let alone work-out for 3 hours. “Thanks for the ride” I said as I shakily got out of the car. “Make sure somebody’s picking me up at 10:30” I said over my shoulder as I turned toward the natatorium (that’s a pool building). “I’ll just wait for ya” she said as she pulled away to find a parking spot.
To say I was in a weird head-space would be an understatement of epic proportions. I was as horny as it was possible to be. I had just seen my first beautiful naked girl. That beautiful naked girl was my sister. And to top it all off, she was…well I didn’t know what, but there were suspicions forming in the back of my mind that I refused to address.
I somehow managed to get into the locker room, which was both thankfully, and ominously empty, rushed to a stall, and let my horn flagpole fly free. It was the fastest, and strongest cum of my young life. Standing there, I cranked hard 3 or 4 times and it hit me. I had to hold on to the toilet paper dispensers to keep from falling, as rope after blessed rope of cum flew across the stall and streaked the back wall. When I finally finished, I had to sit down or risk passing out. After a good 5 minutes of blissful relief, I looked down. I was still hard, not as rocky solid as before but it would be unmistakable in a competitive swimsuit. I went to my locker, and looked through my suits. I picked the tightest one I had, which was my racing suit (oh well), and over it I put on my baggiest drag suit. It did a pretty good job, but then I was expecting to return to normal shortly after starting practice.
I was making my way out on deck, prepared to grovel at my coach until he relented…”what the hell” escaped my lips as I look over only to see my sister talking to Coach. I quickly approached them hoping to end the embarrassment as soon as possible…”It’s O.K.” my coach said, turning to me, “your sister explained”. I glanced at her, and she smiled her sweetest, most innocent smile, and for a moment I stood stricken. She really is breathtaking I thought…”GET YOUR WARM-UP STARTED” Coach yelped “You’ve missed half of it already”. I quickly got down to business. Warm-up was mind-numbingly boring, which is to say, its warm-up. All freestyle, which for you non swimmers means all flip turns. I mention this because it wasn’t until I finished warm-up that I realized Rach was still there. She had found a spot behind Coach directly in line with my lane two rows up on the bleachers at the end of the pool. She looked up from her book, waved a cute little wave…smiled a cute little smile and looked back down to her book. As she did so I noticed her knees were parted, not enough to see anything…maybe 4 or 5 inches, but I wondered at that just long enough to get yelled at for not paying attention, and to see Rach look up and smile again and…yes, she moved her knees a little farther apart. I still couldn’t see much, but she saw me look, I’m sure of it. I looked back up at her face and she was still smiling…little miss innocent.
Luckily our main set was a distance set, which is to say, relatively short swims punctuated by very short rests. This was lucky because I was enough faster than the others to get my own lane, so whatever I saw, no one else would see. As the set progressed, I found it more and more difficult to concentrate. In my short 10-15 second rests, I could see Rach was gradually, casually, spreading her knees wider and wider. By the time we got to the halfway break, her knees were a good 8 to 10 inches apart, and then the sun broke through a cloud, and the angels sang. The sun lit her hair like honey, and as I looked down between her legs, I saw the sun had turned a dark teasing blur into that pussy I had glimpsed for a moment just 2 hours ago. No panties…I…I don’t know how, even now, to describe the feeling when I looked up a little to see my sister Rachel smiling, seemingly oblivious to the show she was giving.
I went on to finish my set, my head swimming more than I was. Could this be all me; coincidences coupled with my new found preoccupation with Rach’s beautiful body? Or was she purposely teasing me? My lack of experience made it impossible for me to figure it out.
I finally narrowed it down to three possibilities, all of which were, frankly, terrifying. Either I was inexcusably ogling my own sister, while she innocently carried on, oblivious to the desires she was raising in me; which made me feel guilty and ashamed. Or she was trying to get me worked up to have fun at my expense; which again made me feel guilty, but also angry. Or, dare I dream it, she was enjoying turning me on; which was easily the most terrifying.
I got help deciding at the end of the set. I was resting at the wall, waiting for the other lanes to finish so we could start the last set together, willing myself to not even look in Rach’s general direction, when I heard her close to me. “Jack” she almost whispered. I turned, and my internal dialog was burned away in an instant. Rach was sitting on her heels, no more than 3 feet from me, her knees apart, her pussy gleaming in the reflected sunlight from the water. After a glance, too long to pass off as anything but what it was, I looked up to see Rach smiling. “I’ll wait for you in the car k?” she said smiling all the while.
“O.K.” I sputtered. “We’ll be done soon.” With that she bounced away, leaving me in no doubt. She wanted me to see. There was just no way any girl would sit like that in a skirt with no panties and not expect to be seen. So that let me throw out the “innocent sister” option. That left me with teasing; either at my expense, or for both of our enjoyment. I thought through my options as I finished practice. What could I do to figure out what was happening? I had a startling revelation. The best course of action would be to give it back as good as I got it. That would be perfect, either way. If she was just teasing me as a joke, the joke could work both ways. If she liked turning me on, I’d show her just how turned on I was.
My cock was concealable with a strategically placed towel, as I headed for the locker-room. I skipped the shower for obvious reasons and went straight to my locker. I could have gone back to the stall and jacked off again to maybe reduce the size of my cock, for a while anyway, but a big cock is just what I needed for my newly formed plan. Luckily I was alone in my isle of the locker-room. I looked through my locker and found an old pair of supper baggy shorts I’d used for a drag suit last summer. They were pretty short, but very loose. I quickly took off my suits and sighed with relief as my painfully hard cock sprang free. I put on the baggy shorts without boxers, and had to laugh a little at the spectacle. I might as well have camped in there. I was tenting a good 4-5 inches away from my body. I decided against wearing a shirt. My shoulders, chest, and stomach were tanned and muscular, and I could use any bit of help I could get to even the odds at the game I was starting. So with only tented baggy short shorts, and flip-flops, and a towel over my shoulder to temporarily hide my raging hard on, I exited the natatorium to find my sister Rach waiting at the drop-off loop in the passenger’s seat of her jeep.
“I thought I’d help you learn how to use a stick” she said innocently smiling up at me as I approached. ‘That’d be great Rach!” I replied enthusiastically as I ran around to the driver’s side, and, throwing my towel in the back, hopped in, my dick bouncing nicely. I was pleased to see Rach had noticed, and that innocent smile she had so coolly worn, faltered as she stared at my swaying cock for a moment, before looking back up to me, regaining her composure, and her seemingly oblivious smile. It seemed more forced now, and I knew I had thrown her off her game.
“What do I do first” I said, pretending not to notice her momentary loss of composure. Back on her game in a flash, she jumped up on the seat, tuned towards me on her knees, sat on her heals and said “The most important thing is the clutch. You need to push it with your left foot whenever you want to shift.” I pushed it all the way down and waited for her to go on. “Good!“ she said “now grab the stick” and she took my hand and placed it on the gear-shift knob, her hand over mine. Even though I had seen her naked, the warmth of her soft hand on mine sent a thrill through my body, and my dick bounced in response. She tried to hide that she noticed, but I saw it in her face. There was excitement in her eyes she couldn’t quite hide. “Um…O.K…here’s first” she said as she shifted, through my hand. “Now let out the clutch slowly, and give it a little gas.” I did as she instructed, and the car jerked a little, and stalled. “Shit, sorry” I muttered as I let go of the wheel, a little deflated. “That’s O.K.” she beamed, “It’s hard.”; a double meaning if ever there was one, and she glanced at my cock again for the briefest instant.
“I’ve got an idea.” She said, reaching down under my seat. Her shirt hung away from her body as she leaned over, and I saw those amazing boobs hanging away from her chest; perfect half spheres. The driver’s seat slammed to the back as she pulled the seat release, putting me as far from the steering wheel as I could get. With that, she stood up on the passenger’s seat, stepped over to the small part of the driver’s seat between my legs, turned her but into my face, bent over, grabbed the wheel, and hopped/swung herself down onto the set in front of me. This had an unfortunate result. The baggy shorts I had so masterfully chosen to accentuate my “attributes”, were grabbed by her but as she slid into place, pulling my throbbing cock free of confinement, where it bobbed happily between us.
Stunned into paralysis, I sat there as she made herself comfortable, and restarted the jeep. “O.K.” she said, completely back in control of the situation. “Put your feet back on the pedals” she instructed, and grabbing my hand once again “and your hand back on the stick.” Then she slid off her sandals, and put her pretty little feet on top of mine. “Now I’ll drive, and you just feel it O.K.?” I muttered “uhu” as she curled her little toes into the top of my left foot, pushed down, giggled a little, threw it in gear, and let up on my foot, and away we went.
At first she had sat on the very edge of the seat, but every time we shifted, she slid a little closer. My legs were spread wide, and the head of my dick was coming close to the 3 inch gap of flesh between her shirt and skirt. With my hands occupied, there was nothing I could do but watch in horror/anticipation, as she inched closer and closer. We came to a stop. “O.K. I’m going to show you how to pop the clutch” she said, clearly excited. “Push up hard on this foot” she caressed my left foot with her’s, my dick pulsing in response, “when I let up.” The caress turned into a stomp. She threw the stick (and my hand) into first, pushed down hard on my right foot (the gas), giggled, wiggled her toes on my left foot, and as the engine roared, she said “Now!” and both of our left feet came up in unison. I guess I didn’t really know what “popping the clutch” meant, because I was not prepared. As the tires screeched, Rach was thrown back into me with force, my dick slammed between us like a big pipe between to flat boards. I know she felt it. She even wiggled a bit. “Again!” she said as she smashed her feet onto mine, threw the stick into second, wiggled her toes on my left foot again, and “Now!” And again she was thrown against my cock. “Again!”…and we repeated this to fourth gear, my cock threatening to explode. “Hold on to me!” she shouted over the wind and engine. “I took my left arm from the wheel, which wasn’t doing anything there anyway, and looped it around her waist. “Tighter!” she yelled with glee, and I squeezed her into me, my dick throbbing into her back. “Breaks she yelled, and we moved our right feet in unison, and she stomped on my foot with more force than I thought possible. The tires bit into the street, and it was my turn to be thrown into her. With my hand no longer on the wheel, I could do little to stop my forward momentum. It was during the 10 seconds or so that it took us to stop, that I started to cum. My hips thrusting involuntarily, I humped my sister’s back. The car had stopped, but I had not. I couldn’t stop it once it started. I just kept grinding my dick into the top of her butt crack; I must have cum for 30 seconds strait, holding Rachel to me, shooting load after load all over her back, and my chest and stomach.
When I finally started to come down, the reality hit me like a sledge hammer. Teasing each other was one thing, but I had crossed the line. Would Rach yell? Would she cry? Would she tell our parents?
“That was fun Hu?” She said as if nothing had happened. “I…uh…I’m sorry Rach. I don’t” I started to say, she cut me off “No prob, BIG BRO” she said, leaning forward a bit and wiggling her ass up against the base of my now soaking cock. “Took you long enough though” she cooed looking over her shoulder at me, the innocent look gone from her, her smile was wicked.
She climbed off of me, and flopped back into the passenger seat. “I think you can do it now” she said, back to cute innocent Rach in an instant. “I’ll help you with the stick O.K.?” and she put her hand back on mine. I was amazed, but I had actually learned how to drive a stick despite the distraction. I managed to drive to our neighborhood without any problem, and it was nice having Rach’s hand on mine. It was like we were holding hands. Her hand was soft and light, and she moved it slowly as I drove, her fingers sliding up and down mine. We stopped a couple of blocks from the house so I wouldn’t get caught driving, and she drove the last bit, smiling and innocent, like nothing had happened.
When we pulled in to the drive, she turned off the car, got out, and started walking to the house. A sudden fear took me. I didn’t want this new Rach to disappear. What if she went back to the old Rachel? I would be lost. I yelled out to her in a desperate grasp to hold on to something we had shared. “Thanks…” meaning to thank her for teaching me how to drive, but shut myself up when I realized I could be heard inside, and would get both of us in trouble. She turned as she reached the door, “My pleasure Big Bro” she said with a cute wink, and she was gone. I laid back in the jeep, the sun on my shoulders and a contented smile on my face. I didn’t know what would happen next, but one thing was for sure, Rach was not going to disappear, and I would find a way to take control, to win the game. This strange game she had started, would not end now.
END PART 1
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Please read part one before continuing here.
The game we had started this morning had started out as teasing. Rach, my sister, had begun it, and after making me cum, had both escalated, and most defiantly taken the lead in our game. I was trying to come up with a way to even the score as I belatedly followed her into the house. It couldn’t be a coincidence that, the same morning I spied on her through her web-cam, she had introduced a sexual element to our relationship. I just couldn’t work out how they were connected. Maybe a time would come when I could ask Rach about it, but I sensed now was not the time. She seemed contented with, and even possibly exited by, the casual, seemingly non intentional, way sex had introduced itself into our relationship.
I went to my room to change out of my messed shorts, and clean the cum from my front. I couldn’t believe how much there was. I had been jacking myself for a couple of years now, and had never had this big a mess to clean up. I got myself cleaned up, put on some fresh shorts, and was turning to go to my computer, when I noticed something on my bed. It was a scrunchie. The same one Rach had been wearing. I picked it up, and noticed it was wet. It was wet with my cum. I really had cum a lot. Rach had left it there for me. A memento of the car ride, I thought. It was strangely erotic, and I felt myself getting excited. I got control of myself, adjusted my dick up into my waistband to hide my reforming hard-on, and went over to my desk.
I went to turn on my computer, and noticed it was already on. I defiantly remembered turning it off. Rach had been in my room. Did she have enough time to see anything on my computer? I searched thoroughly, not knowing what I was looking for. It wasn’t until I reached to lower the screen that I noticed my webcam light was busted. I froze for just an instant. Understanding flooded through me. Rach had known I was spying on her. She must have known, when she saw her web-cam light was broken, that something was up, and when she heard her hair dryer through my speakers, she knew I was watching. I looked down at my computer clock, but there was no remote control icon. I looked in my start menu program list, and there, in addition to my spying program, was a second remote program. She must have set it up to not show as an active program. She was a smart one. She was probably watching me right now. She would want to see my “reaction” to her cum soaked scrunchie.I instantly knew what to do.
Pretending I was unaware of my sister’s spying, I, as casually as possible, got up, and went back over to my bed. I picked up the scrunchie. If she thought it had cum on it before, I’d show her just how cum soaked it could get. I pulled down my shorts, sat on the corner of my bed, facing the computer, and wrapped the scrunchie around my dick, like it was a huge ponytail. I used it to masturbate, stroking it’s already wet surface up and down my shaft. It was such a turn on that she was watching me use her scrunchie to jack off, that I came within 2 minutes. Just as I was about to lose my load, I pulled the scrunchie up over my chock head, and emptied myself into it. I didn’t cum as much as the previous 2 times today, but it was enough to completely soak Rach’s present. I set it aside carefully, and went back to my computer.
There was no way to know for sure if she was watching, but, then again, assuming my speakers were off, there was no way of her knowing if I was watching her. I turned on her webcam, and there she was, sitting at her computer. I think, by the flush of her face, that she had watched, and liked what she saw. She pretended to be doing something on her computer, though she seemed to be squirming around in her chair, and I did the same, watching her beautiful face, a little smile creeping to her lips.
After a few minutes of us pretending, she got up, and bounced out of the room. As she went, I couldn’t help but notice the sticky white goo all down her back. I waited, half expecting her to come through my door. Instead, I heard the bathroom door close, and a few moments later, the shower come on. Of course, she would need to clean off all of my cum. With another inspired idea, I quickly grabbed the scrunchie, slipped out of my room, crept down the hallway, past the bathroom door, and into Rach’s room. I laid it on her pillow, where it instantly made a wet spot. Now she could have a memento.
As I crept back down the hall, I thought I heard something strange; a sort of light squeaking, as if someone was skidding a new tennis shoe on a clean floor. I stood there at the bathroom door, listening. Then the sound changed, and I realized it was Rach. Her squeaks had turned more primal, into high pitched grunts. She was masturbating! Watching me jerk of with her scrunchie had gotten her exited all right. But this wasn’t fair. She got to feel me cum in the jeep, and watched me cum just now, and here I was having to imagine what she looked like masturbating, with only the sound to help me. I almost barged in right there, but I didn’t want to ruin things, and I wasn’t sure where the boundaries were in this new game/relationship we were in. The pace of her cute little grunts became more fevered, until, after a slight pause, I heard “Ohhh…Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake”, in a very quavering, high pitched hum. I think at this point, my dick decided it would just stay hard for ever, and I would just have to deal with it.
I crept back to my room. The tiredness from both my work-out, and the three orgasms I’d had was finally getting to me, though, my dick, seemed ready to run a marathon. I got into bed, and was just about to drift off, when I realized I could give Rach a show without any effort. I pulled off my shorts, my dick springing off my stomach, grabbed the base with my hand to keep it hard as long as possible, and, seeing my computer had a good view, fell into a blissful dream filled sleep where Rach was naked the whole time.
I woke up after 3 hours of Rach teasing me even in my dreams, to find my cock was still hanging suspended in the air, bouncing in time to my heart beat, even though my hand had left it’s post, as it were. I could hear my mom downstairs, in the kitchen, and immediately realized I was famished. I slipped by shorts back on, tucked my dick in my waistband, and realized my dick was still too big to hide the head that way. Again, grabbing a loose shit, I threw it on, and went downstairs to get some grub. Rach was nowhere to be seen, but my mom was busy cooking. “How long before dinner?” I asked, taking a place at the kitchen table. “Still 20 minutes” she replied. “Want some chips to hold you over?”
I answered “yes please”, and she put a bowl of chips, and some salsa on the table, which I immediately began inhaling. 10 minutes later, and the chips half gone, Rach came in through the back door. She had changed what she was wearing which was understandable, considering the mess I had made of them, but what she was now wearing made me catch my breath. She had on a bikini top that had only two small triangles hiding her perfect (as I now knew) breasts. It was powder blue, which really looked good on her tan body, it was also wet, which made it just transparent enough to make out her nipples, and the dark area surrounding them. She was wearing jean shorts also, but not the ones from earlier today. These were much shorter cut-offs, so short in fact, I could see the whites of the front pockets sticking out the bottom at least an inch.
She smiled her cute innocent smile and said “hi mom” in that sing song voice. “Oh honey, I wish you wouldn’t dress like that “ my mom said glancing over her shoulder at Rachel. “I was washing my car” Rach said, and, then turning to me, her smile turned wicked, and looking me dead in the eye, she continued “it was a real mess.” I managed to smile back at her, trying my best to imitate her innocent smile, and said “did you manage to get it clean?” She responded, never loosing eye contact “there were a few sticky (she actually emphasized sticky) parts, but I got the job done.” With that she turned and walked to the cabinets to help set the table. I was getting up to help, when Rach said “you stay there and rest. You’ve had a long hard day (again she emphasized long and hard).” As she turned away, I got a look at the back of her shorts, or rather the lack there of. The shortness of them was more apparent from behind as they came just down to where her but ended. Her butt didn’t crease where it met her legs; it just curved in with the muscle, till it hit leg. But the best part was the rips. Crossing both cheeks from just under the belt-line down, were long frayed horizontal rips. Fully half of her ass was showing through them, and it was easy to see she was either wearing a thong, or nothing at all underneath. As I stared, she reached up on her tippy toes to get the glasses down, and her butt flexed, perfect and round, so tight I would have hurt my hand, had I spanked her then. She looked over her shoulder and winked. My dick throbbed so hard I reached under the table and undid my shorts to relieve the pressure. I made sure I timed it so my mom wouldn’t see, and Rach would. She hesitated for a moment, and then continued on as if nothing had happened, but I could swear her nipples were much easier to see than before. Our mom mentioned in a distracted way “Rachel, only set for three, your father won’t be home till Tuesday.”
Our kitchen table, where we ate most of our meals, was a u shaped booth. I traditionally sat at the right end, Rach sat at the back, and our mom sat at the other end, ostensibly so she could get up and get things as needed during the meal, and our father, when he wasn’t away on business, would pull up a chair, and sit on the end. As they brought dinner to the table (spaghetti and meatballs), Rach said “you take the inside mom. I’ll get up if we need anything.”
“Thanks hon, I’m wiped” my mom returned, and slid back to the middle of the booth. I knew something was up (besides my dick), but Rach let slip not a clue as she sat down across from me. We started chatting about our day. Mom went into a tirade about this house she was trying to sell, and things were going normally, until I noticed Rach, as she listened to our mom, pull her hair out of her scrunchie…no, our scrunchie. There was Rach, innocent as you please, with a, now dry cum caked scrunchie, twiddling around in her hand. Mom finished her rant and turned to me. “How was practice? Did Rachel get you there in time?” Thinking quickly, determined to keep up with Rachel in this crazy game.
“Rach was great. “ I said casually, then, turning to look at Rach, “it was hard, but she took care of it.” Smiling at my triumph, I caught my breath as Rach, as casual as could be, brought the scrunchie up to her mouth, and started sucking on a particularly white, crusty frill. Without missing a beat, our eyes locked together, I continued “she can drive me any time.” The word time fluttered as I came out of my mouth, because, at that moment, I felt both of Rachel’s feet touch my knees. “I didn’t go to fast for you, did I?” She said sweetly, as her feet cupped my knees, and her toes curled into the tops of my thighs. “No” I managed with an amazing degree of calmness. “I enjoyed the ride.” I finished, as her feet left my knees and began slowly sliding up and down my inner thighs, moving slightly farther each stroke. Refusing to back down, I said “she even stayed to watch”. “I liked watching.” She said looking at me, and then glancing up the stairs to our bedrooms. “Besides” she said with a grin, “I like doing thing for my Big Bro!” and at the words “Big Bro” her smile flashed evil for the briefest moment, and her feet finished their journey, and, bottoms of her feet together, she wrapped all ten of those cute little toes around my dick.
I knew it was coming from the moment I felt her feet on my knees, but it still hit me with a jolt. Earlier, in the jeep, it could be seen as accidental contact on her part, though we both knew better, but this was deliberate. My sister was giving me a foot job under the table as we ate dinner with our mom!!! I pretended to be interested in my meal, finding it difficult to keep from bucking my hips as Rachel took long strokes, her toes curled tight. Then she moved one foot down, pushing my shorts down with her heel, and wiggled her toes at the base of my cock, while the other toes played with the head. My mother had brought papers to the table, and was looking though them, which gave me the opportunity, dangerous as it was, to pull my shirt out of the way so I could watch. There they were. Ten tan little toes, with pastel pink polish, playing my dick like a guitar. I was getting close, and Rach could sense it. She went back to stroking and curled her toes so hard into my cock, the little knuckles turned white despite the tan. I threw my shirt back over just in time, gripped the table with both hands, and held on for dear life. Now I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but I couldn’t stop cumming. Sitting there, as rigged as a statue, holding my breath for fear of crying out, I came; shooting stream after stream into the front of my shirt. My eyes locked on Rachel’s, the intensity of our stares could have burned through steel. She was flushed with excitement, her nipples hard and straining at the bikini cloth. It went on and on. The deluge fell off, but I was still cumming. I let out the breath silently, and kept cumming. My legs started shaking from the effort, and still I was cumming.
Finally, after what must have been over a minute, I gradually came back to earth. With one last squeeze of her toes, Rachel finally let go; our eyes still locked, she glanced down at me, and giggled silently. I looked down to see my shirt starting to show the wetness of my cum seeping through. From just below my nipples, in a spreading upside down “V” I was soaked. I quickly picked up a glass of water, and spilled it all down my front. Our mom looked up at the sound of ice bouncing off the bench and floor. “Good heavens Jake, be more careful.” She chided, returning to her work. “Sorry” I croaked, looking from her, back to Rach, my amazing, beautiful sister. Rach, breathing hard, but silently, put a hand under the table, and brought it up a moment later, two of her fingers covered in my cum. She brought it to her lips, and rolled her tongue around them, before sucking them clean. Then, hopping up, she said “I’ll clean it up.” And bounced away to get a towel, her bare feet squishily tracking my cum across the floor. She returned moments later with a towel, got down on her hands and knees and stared wiping her way under the table. A moment later, I felt something on my still hard dick. Looking down, I lifted my shirt enough to see Rach’s scrunchie ringing my dick like a garland. Standing up, she leaned over me, presumably to wipe my side of the bench seat clean. Putting one knee on the outside edge of the bench, she leaned over me, pushing her chest into my face for a moment, then whispering, as she backed away “I want that back.” Again she flashed me that evil grin for an instant, and then, switching to sweet innocent Rach, she sat back down, and there we were, just a regular family having dinner.
END PART 2
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True Story

best time of my life

Chapter 1
Back in 1993 when I was about 12 and 1/2 years of age, my parents were both killed in a car accident which left me with out a dad and mom. So my mother’s older sister (my aunt Elsie) took me in and continued to look after me.
She was 44 at the time, making her 32 years older than me and had been divorced for a number of years. Since she had no family of her own and was living alone, she became my very close friend and guardian. After moving in with her, I still had about 6 weeks of holidays left before I had to go back to school which allowed me lots of time to be with her and in no time, we really got to know each other.
I guess you could call my aunty a BBW (big beautiful woman) as her body was quite plump with big heavy breasts, and large hips. But regardless of her shape, she was a very kind person with a happy personality. And right from the first day when I moved in with her, she did everything to make me feel close to her. Although I now know she had some other reasons too, for wanting me to live with her which I will explain later. But at the same time I’m sure she was also wanting to help me to get through the trauma of loosing my parents. So when bed time came, she had me sleep with her instead of alone in her spare bedroom.
For the first few nights (so as to not embarrass me), she would allow me some privacy time to put on my pajamas first and then get into bed. Then, when it was time for her to change into her night gown, she used her spare bedroom. After changing though, she would always use her bathroom across from me before getting into bed. And when she did, she never completely closed the door and I could hear her peeing into the toilet as clear as anything.
I can still remember to this day listening to her pee-stream hissing and bubbling as it poured into the toilet. And when I was imagining what it looked like, I would get an instant erection. When she finally did come to bed, her routine was to give me a good night hug and kiss, and I can remember clearly, making sure to keep my lower body away from her so she wouldn’t see or feel my embarrassing problem down below.
I should stop for a moment to explain why she was doing these things with me. Although not realizing it back then, I discovered later on, that she had a sexual fantasy for young boys. I guess this desire developed when she was about 17 and she had caught her younger 13 year old brother masturbating. Following that incident, things lead into having regular oral sex with each other (so she wouldn’t get pregnant) up until she left home. So what was it about her younger brother that got her hooked on young boys? Well, as she told me later, she was always amazed at his stamina to retain his erection, even after ejaculating most times. And if his penis did start to loose it’s hardness, it wasn’t long before he had it as hard as a bone again. She told me that she not only loved the orgasms he gave her with his tongue, but that she also got so turned on when he ejaculated in her mouth. But later on after she was married, she found it a lot more difficult to swallow her husbands semen because it contained something in it that made her gag. But not so with her young brother’s semen. She loved how it tasted. She left home when she was 20 and got married 3 years later. However, their marriage didn’t last.
When she was 34, her husband, my uncle Bob became an alcoholic and so she divorced him. She also found out during their marriage that she couldn’t get pregnant because her fallopian tubes didn’t developed properly during her puberty. And since she never bothered to have this problem fixed, she has never had to worry about birth control. Even now, I can cum in her and there is no worry. Now back to my experience. When things settled down and the sting of loosing my parents lessened, my aunt Elsie eventually became more relaxed in the way she did things around me. As I said earlier, she would no doubt get horny with me sleeping with her and so she had some special plans for us. And if I live to be 100 years old, I will never, ever forget that special night when she gave me my first orgasm. It was an experience that I wish I could re-live over and over again.
Being about 12 1/2 years old and going through puberty, I was getting a lot of erections by this time. And yet I still didn’t know a thing about masturbation. However, I do remember my cock was about 4 inches long when I got an erection, and did it ever get hard — just like a bone. And on this specific night, to make my erection problems even worse, eventually when it was time for her come to bed, she suddenly stopped going to her spare bedroom to change. Instead, she came in and sat on the side of her bed with her back to me and undressed down to her brazier and panties. And then she suddenly asked me to undo her bra so she could take it off.
Well, by this time my cock was almost bursting from the pressure inside it and pointing straight up against my belly. And as she was putting on her night gown, I could see the sides of her big heavy breasts swinging around as they hung down in front of her. Then she stood up, reached up under her night gown and took her panties off. After that, she went to her bathroom as usual to have a pee, and once again I could hear her stream splashing into the toilet, which made my cock so hard that it started to hurt.
When she finished and came to bed, I remember how I quickly turned around with my back to her trying to hide my hardon. And once she was in bed with me, she turned to face me in her motherly way to cuddle me up by putting her arm over me and pulling me back up against her big soft tummy and breasts. However this time as she did that, her hand accidentally touched my hard cock. Well, when she realized what it was, she started feeling it all over and then she said, “Oh my! you seem to have a problem down there, don’t you Kenny? It isn’t good for you to leave it this way … Here, turn over on your back and let me look after it for you.” Well I didn’t know what to do. What was she going to do to me?
Next thing I knew, she was helping me to turn over on my back. And because she was older, plus being my aunt, I was obedient to her. So I did as she said. After helping me to roll over, she sat up, put the light back on and pulled the covers down. Then she said as she started to pull my pajama bottoms down, “Its OK honey, you will feel so much better after I help you to get rid of all that pressure inside your penis. But you must promise me that this will be our secret, OK? Other people wouldn’t like what I am going to do for you. Can you promise that you will never tell anyone else?” And because she was like a mother to me, I gave her my promise.
After pulling my pajama bottoms down, my hard uncircumcised cock was in plain view for her to see. And so she took it between her thumb and index finger and slowly pulled my tight foreskin back down off the head which was extremely sensitive just then and it made me almost jump when she did that. As she was looking at it, I’ll never forget the wonderful aching feeling I was beginning to feel all over it as she held it. The head was a grey/blue color and I remember her saying something about some white cheesy smegma that had collected on it and that I needed to keep it clean. Then she started to slowly move my foreskin up and down a few times. This was when she asked me if I was masturbating or jerking off yet. Since I didn’t know what she meant, I guess the blank look in my face told her that I wasn’t. So, she asked me to wait for a moment while she got a warm wet face cloth and a towel from the bathroom. Then kneeling down on the floor beside the bed, she asked me to move closer to her and she put the towel on my stomach just above my cock. Then pulling my foreskin down again, she gently cleaned the head with the face cloth. I remember the head was so sensitive that my whole body just jumped and shivered as she touched it.
When she was finished, she took my tight hairless nut-sac in one hand and started squeezing and rolling my balls around inside it. And then she started to masturbate me again with her other hand. And as she was moving my foreskin up and down on my cock she asked me, “Does it feel nice when I rub it like this?” Well all I can remember was getting more excited by the second as a strange new feeling was building up inside my cock and I think I whispered in a shaky voice, “it’s starting to feel funny aunty.” When I said that she said, “It’s OK sweetie, very soon some thick white sticky liquid will shoot out on the towel and you will feel so much better.” No sooner had she said that and I could feel a totally new powerful throbbing feeling filling my cock and spreading down to my balls. Suddenly, my cock felt like it was going to burst open. Never had I ever felt anything like this before. The strong throbbing pain inside my cock was so intense that I got scared and tried to stop her hand. And when she saw my legs stiffen and then heard me let out a shivering moan, she knew I was starting to cum. So she pulled my foreskin back as far as it would go and just held it there, giving me the most indescribable feeling I had ever had in my life. My whole cock and even my balls seemed to exploded as one powerful muscle contraction after another literally filled them with an overwhelming burning cramp-like pain that nearly made me loose my mind.
I don’t remember how long it lasted but eventually it came to an end and I had to grab her hand to stop her because the head on my cock was just to sensitive to touch. As I looked down to see what happened, I saw her squeezing and milking the shaft forcing a tiny bit of clear sticky virgin syrup to ooze out of my pee hole. Then I noticed the head. Never had I ever seen it so big and swollen before. The sides were flared out like a mushroom and it was almost a purple/red color. When no more clear sticky syrup came out, she wiped the little bit off my pee hole with her finger and put it on her tongue. Then she smiled at me and said, “Mmmmmm that tastes so good.” I’m sure she knew that she had just given me my first orgasm. So after putting the towel and face cloth on the floor, she got on the bed beside me and cuddled me up in her arms as she held me and let me rest. I remember her whispering in my ear, “Well sweetie, didn’t that feel good. Since you are now going through puberty, your penis will continue to get hard many times each day. And when it does,
I want you to come to me and I will help you to make it soft again. Would you like me to do that for me?” Still being totally overwhelmed with what she had just done to me, I remember whispering back to her that I would. And then she said, “Oh Kenny, I want to do that for you. But remember sweetheart, this has to be our secret — OK?” Following this, she took my pajama bottoms right off. Then getting back into bed, she pulled the covers back over us and put the light out again. Then facing me like she did before, she cuddled me up against her big warm body, and as we were settling in for the night, she started saying to me, “I was wrong sweetie. When you went off, I was expecting you to squirt some thick white semen out on the towel, but I guess your body isn’t making it just yet. But it won’t be long before you will start to ejaculate it when you have an orgasm.” Then she went on to explain to me what semen was and how it comes out. And that I shouldn’t worry because my body will start producing it very soon. After she kissed me good night, I continued thinking about my new experience and I noticed that my cock didn’t really go soft like she said it would. In fact, it was real hard again and the head was still swollen and very sensitive to touch. And so I asked her why.
When I did, she reached down and felt it a few times. And then she said, “oh my goodness Kenny, maybe one treatment wasn’t enough for you.” So after pausing and thinking for a minute or so, she then said to me, “Sweetie, lets try something different this time.” Then, without putting the light back on, and pushing the covers back down, she rolled over on her back and got me to turn and face her. I could feel her reaching down to pull her night gown up enough so that she could spread her legs apart. Following that, she then asked me to climb up on top of her with my knees between her legs. With my chest resting on her big soft stomach, she said to me, “Oh sweetie, you need to move higher up on top of me dear.” As she helped me, she said, “Kenny, a woman has a special opening between her legs called a vagina. That’s where a man can put his hard penis. Here, let me help you to find it.” As she kept moving me to the right place, she took my cock and aimed it into her vagina. Then she said, “OK sweetie, now push it in as far as you can.” As I did, I felt the head slip into a hot, wet place and it felt absolutely wonderful. But because I still wasn’t all the way in, she lifted her big legs up higher to make more room for me, and then she said, “Now, you can push it in deeper. Push sweetie. Push it in as far as you can. Let me feel your balls touching my bum hole.” So I pushed real hard and I could feel my cock completely inside her this time. And the feeling of her hot wet hole made my hard aching cock just throb like crazy again. Once I was all the way in she said, “That’s good sweetie, now make yourself nice and comfortable and I want you to start moving your penis in and out of auntie’s vagina.
Here, let me show you how.” And she grabbed me by my bum and helped me to move in and out at a nice slow steady pace. And just like she wanted, I could feel my balls pressing up against her each time I was all the way in. There are no words to describe how good it felt as her hot wet vagina wrapped itself around my aching cock. And being young with a hair trigger, in no time I was feeling that same throbbing pain that I had felt before in her hand. But this time it was so much stronger and even though I knew what to expect to some degree, I nearly fainted from the same wonderful unexplainable pleasure that exploded all over my cock and body. When it was finally over, I had to stop to get my breath. Then holding my face in her hands, she said, “Wasn’t that great honey? Now I want you to stay on top of me like you are right now and lets see if your penis goes soft this time. And if it doesn’t, then you can do the same thing again to me.” After saying that, I remember her telling me that when boys my age are going through puberty, it’s the most wonderful time of their life because it takes a lot to make their penis lose it’s hardness. Well my cock still didn’t loose it’s erection. And no wonder because she kept squeezing it with her vagina.
I could feel her moving her muscles and squeezing me continually and this was making me stay harder then ever. So she told me to start moving my penis in and out of her again. This time though, I felt her reach down and she started to rub herself just above my cock. And as I continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, I noticed that she was also getting very excited this time. Then suddenly she started breathing very fast and started squeezing my body with her legs. Then I heard her let out a real loud grunt. Well, when that happened, I quickly stopped as I thought I was hurting her. But as soon as I did, she quickly whispered between breaths, “No, no sweetie, don’t stop, keep going, I’m going off right now!” Then she let out another long groaning grunt. While she was doing this, I felt her vagina muscles tighten, squeezing my cock real hard this time, and once again I began to have that same wonderful feeling for the third time. This time I’m sure I even saw stars. When it was all over, I couldn’t move. I just lay there on top of her and she hugged me tight in her arms. After we both got our breath back, she kissed me and said, “Oh Kenny, that was just wonderful, wasn’t it?” “And you know, I had the same beautiful feeling that you did.” And then she explained what an orgasm was. As I was resting on top of her big soft body, this time my penis did gradually loose some it’s hardness and so she got me to pull it out of her vagina.
Then she put the light back on and got up. And as she did, I remember seeing a big wet spot on the bed where she was laying. And when she saw it, she quickly said to me, “Oh my god Kenny, I must have pee’d myself while we were having sex.” So she found the towel that was on the floor and placed it between the sheet and mattress to soak up the wetness. And then she took some Kleenex and reached up under her night gown to wiped herself. Once again I have to say, this was a night that I will never forget. It was such a wonderful way to experience the joys of sex for the first time. I know that some would not view it this way, but for me, I will never be able to thank my aunt Elsie enough for what she did for me. She kept sex dignified and there was never any guilt attached to it because she made it all so natural for me. I’m sure the reason for having a hair trigger and going off so quickly those first few times was because I was a virgin with no experience. Shortly after this, I eventually settled down and could last a lot longer before having an orgasm. Following this, she placed another towel on top of the wet spot and then she got back into bed. After pulling the covers up over us, she once again turned the light off, and then she cuddled me up against her big warm body and we both went to sleep.
Chapter 2
Sex must be a wonderful sleeping pill because it was quite late the following morning when my aunt accidentally woke me up as she was getting back into bed from having a pee. And once awake, I had to go real bad too. So, when I climbed over her to get out of bed, she could see that I had a tremendous pee-hardon, and she asked me if I was going to be able to aim my stream down into the toilet with it like that. Still half asleep, I think I just shrugged my shoulders and then she said, “That’s OK sweetie — I’ll come with you and help you.” So when we got to her bathroom, and I was standing in front of her toilet, and she knelt down beside me, putting her arm around my bum. Then she asked me, “Can you point it down enough to pee into the toilet bowl”? But my cock was just too hard and it hurt me when I tried bend it. So taking it in her hand and feeling it, she said, “my goodness Kenny — do you ever have a hardon — lets try something different.” Then I remember her getting a large drinking glass from the shelf and kneeling down beside me again, she held the glass up side down just above my cock with the head pointing into it.
When she was ready, she said, “OK sweetie — now you can start peeing.” At first, I couldn’t pee. Then, eventually a few dribbles started coming out, running down my cock and wetting my balls. So she quickly reached through, between my legs and cupped my balls in her other hand to direct the dribbles into the toilet bowl. Finally, I relaxed enough and my stream started to shoot up into the glass and run back down into the toilet. Like I said before, she was a very special woman. Only she would have thought to do that. As my stream was ending, I did something that all men do. I made the last little bit come out in 3 or 4 short squirts. Well, when that happened, she smiled at me and said, “yes Kenny, you are definitely a man — you see sweetie, women just dribble to a stop — they don’t finish with short squirts like you just did.” And then looking at me, she said, “but at least you don’t get all wet like us women do when you pee.” And then she gave me a nice big hug around my waist. Then after flushing the toilet, she got up and put the glass in the sink. Following that, we both went back to bed for a little while and she cuddled me up in her arms. As she did, I guess she could feel my hard cock pressing against the bottom of her tummy and so she reached down to check it. When she found it was still as hard as a bone, she looked at me and said, “Kenny sweetheart — I think you need to cum again — don’t you? This time, I should show you how to make yourself go off.” So she moved the covers down and sat up beside me. Then she showed me how to hold my cock between my thumb and 2 fingers just behind the head. Next, she said, “OK, now pull your foreskin back as far as it will go so the head is completely bare.” As soon as I did that, she then said , “now sweetie, push the skin back up, making it cover the head again — now keep doing that — back and forth — back and forth — back and forth.” Then she told me to keep increase the speed of my hand as I got closer and closer to having an orgasm. Well, from what I remember, in no time, I started feeling that beautiful burning throbbing pain filling my cock and balls like a powerful explosion. It was so intense that I must have let go of my cock because I heard her saying, “keep rubbing it sweetheart — keep moving your skin back and forth.” But like before, that wonderful feeling gradually ended and the head of my cock was almost to sensitive to let my foreskin move over it.
As I looked down at it, I could see some more of that clear sticky fluid coming out of my pee hole. This time there was enough to make the head all wet. Following that, she covered us up and cuddled me up in her arms again for a short rest as we talked about all our sexual activities we had just enjoyed together thus far. After checking my cock and finding it soft, she then suggested that we get up and go down stair for some breakfast. So I put my pajama bottoms back on and we both went to the kitchen. Following breakfast, we both get cleaned up for the day. Now, as I think back about that morning and also the night before, I’ll never forget all those beautiful pleasures that I never knew existed. And I was so captivated by them all and I didn’t want her to stop teaching me. Even after having 4 orgasms all within a 12 hour period, I wanted to experience more. I’m sure my mind was in a state of constant wonderment. After we had showered and cleaned up for the day, my aunty had to go shopping for some groceries. And because I was now, so attached to her, I wanted to be with her all the time, so I tagged along. I really loved her very much because of her kind motherly personality and being such a good teacher. Plus the fact that she didn’t have any children of her own, she loved me as her own son and we became extremely close to each other. Yes, I guess you could say we were now sexual lovers too.
Chapter 3
It was early afternoon when we got back home and I helped her carry the groceries into the kitchen. After unpacking things, she made us some lemon aid and then came and sat beside me on the couch where we chatted for a while. As we were talking, I told her that I had been doing a lot of thinking about all the special things we had done together the night before and again that morning, and I was wondering if she would teach me some more things about sex. I remember her looking at me and smiling, and then she reached over and cuddled me up in her arms. Instead of saying anything, she just held me for a while and kissed me on my cheek and forehead 2 or 3 times. Then looking at me again with that special smile of hers she said, “I have a feeling that my little man would like to see my breasts and my vulva, isn’t that right? You know something honey, I can hardly wait to show them to you.” Then holding my face in her hands, she said, “Why don’t we go up stairs right now and take all of our cloths off and get into bed, and then I can show you everything, would you like to do that sweetie?” Well, when she said that, my whole body started to shiver all over with tremendous new excitement and my heart was just pounding. And I quickly whispered in her ear, something like, “Oh aunty Elsie, I can hardly wait, thank you.” Then she got up off the couch and taking me by the hand, we went up stairs to her bedroom.
When we got there, she sat on the side of her bed and helped me to take all my clothes off first. When finished, she immediately noticed that my cock was standing straight up against my tummy and it was as hard as a bone. As she put her hand on it, she said to me, “Kenny, your penis amazes me — look at it — all ready to go again — it just never seems to get tired, does it?” Then she bent down and kissed the head with her soft lips and that sent shock-waves all over my body. After that, she stood up and started to take off her clothing, leaving only her panties and brazier on. Well once again I was just shaking from being so excited. And while we were both standing, she cuddled me up again and said, “Isn’t this exciting — being all naked like this — and you can play with my thing all afternoon. And I will teach you everything about sex — Oh Kenny, I’m so horny right now.” Then she turned around and asked me to undo her bra. And when I unhooked it, this time she turned back to face me, and then let it slowly fall off her to the floor, exposing her two big heavy breasts for me to see for the first time. And my eyes could hardly blink as I looked at her large nipples sticking out like fingers. And the area around them was all brown and puckered up like a prune.
WOW, the first time I had ever seen a woman’s real tits, and I remember my cock felt like it was going to burst open again from being so hard. As I was staring at them, she said, “So what do you think sweetie — they’re all yours — and you can play with them for as long as you want to — But before you do that, I have something else to show you.” Then she sat down on the side of her bed and then fell backwards down on her back. As soon as she was settled, she said, “OK sweetie — now you can take my panties off for me.” By this time, my hands were just shaking as I reached down and started to pull them off her. As I did, she lifted her big bum up a little to make it easier for me to pull them out from under her, then down over her legs and right off. And then I saw it, the part that I wanted to see most of all, ‘a woman’s pussy.’ It was so exciting for me, that I didn’t know what to do. I was shivering and shaking so bad as I just stared at it, a big patch of thick dark brown curly hair growing all over the bottom part of her big tummy and all the way down between her legs. It was totally overwhelming for me. There I was, my heart just pounding and my mouth was so dry as I tried to swallow. Yes, I was finally looking at what all virgin boys were wanting to see. Before opening the lips of her pussy to show me the things between them, she sat up again and asked me to hand her panties to her. Then she turned them inside out and showed me the crotch part which had a wet stain on it. And after smelling it first herself, she held them up to my nose and asked me to do the same. As she did, she explained how a woman’s vulva is always wet and produces a smell that all boys find very erotic.
And as I breathed it into my nose, I immediately noticed the strong odor she was talking about. Almost instantly, it made my cock throb even worse. Then I told her that my thing was really hurting now. And as we were both looking at it, she pulled my foreskin down off the head and it was almost blue in color and all swollen again. And some clear sticky liquid was coming out of my pee hole. When she saw it, she pointed to it and said, “See that sticky juice sweetie. When a boy’s penis is getting ready for sex, it starts to produce some lubrication like that. It’s call pre-cum.” Then as she squeezed my balls, she continued, “Honey, even your balls are swollen right now — Do you know what all this means? — That you need to have sex with a woman — so you can ejaculate your semen into her.” And then giving me that same smile she said, “Guess what sweetie, I’m your woman right now. So lets you and I have sex all afternoon.” So instead of showing me more of her pussy, she got up off the bed and asked me to lie down on it, putting a pillow under my head, making me nice and comfortable. Then kneeling on the floor beside me, she held my cock in her hand and told me that she was going to do something a little different this time. This was when she explained what oral sex was, and described how a woman does it to a man. “Kenny, some people call it, ‘giving head’, or giving a ‘blow-job.'” Then she added, “and you know sweetheart — women also like to have a man do that to her too. But I will explain that to you later. Right now, you need to cum. So just relax sweetie as I give you your first blow-job.”
Then fondling and squeezing my balls in her hand, she leaned down and put my cock in her warm. wet mouth. Well, the sensations were unbelievable. My whole body literally jumped as her tongue touched my throbbing clitoris-like cock head. And in a minute or two just like previous times, I found myself in the land of no return as I started to cum and an even more powerful feeling exploded inside my cock, nearly driving me insane. And like before, it was the most heavenly feeling I have even known. I just loved it. As she continued to lick and suck on the head, that unexplainable feeling just wouldn’t stop this time. My balls felt like they were on fire. Spasm after spasm of muscle contractions kept erupting and filling my cock to the bursting point. Because this was also a new experience for me, I think this orgasm must have been beyond normality. It felt like everything was literally exploding as she continued to massage my cock-head with her tongue. And I’m sure the pure ecstasy which I was experiencing just then, had made me almost delirious. But like all beautiful things in this world, it eventually did come to an end and I was completely exhausted from it. And taking her mouth off my still rock hard cock, she smiled at me and said, “Well sweetie, I thought my young man was going to fly off the bed for a few moments. What an orgasm you had — it must have felt wonderful.” All I think I was able to do was shake my head and whisper “yes” to her.
Still holding my hard aching cock in her hand she said, “Sweetheart, this is only the beginning.” Then moving up to give me a kiss, she climbed over me and lay down beside me on the bed. And turning me to face her, she cuddled me up against her big soft breasts and held me in her arms as I regained my physical strength back. Then she said, “You know something Kenny — I think you actually ejaculated a little bit of semen on my tongue this time. Isn’t that wonderful — and it tasted so good sweetheart — I’m so proud to be your first woman.” Not saying another word, she just held me for a while. After a short rest, I remember noticing one of her big soft tits pressing against me under my chin and once again, my curiosity got the better of me. So I changed position so I could see it better. And as I did, she looked at me and said, “Hi sweetie, is my young man ready to go again?” Then rolling over on her back, she invited me to touch and play with her breasts for as long as I wanted to. And as I was examining them, she answered all my questions and explained everything I want to know about them. I still remember, how her nipples fascinated me. They were so sensitive when I touched them and would pucker up and turn all hard as they stood up like stubby fingers.
While she was showing them to me, she suddenly noticed my cock and then she said in an excited voice, “Oh my god — I don’t believe it — You’re getting another hard on again — What am I going to do with you sweetie.” Then, as she grabbed me in her arms, she started laughing as she said, “Oh, to be young again.” Then after giving me one more kiss, she looked at me and said, “How would my young man like to give his aunty some oral sex now?” Well, that was like pushing my “on button” and I started to get all excited again. I could even feel my sore cock getting harder by the second. And since I could hardly wait to try it, I said to her, “Yes aunty Elsie, but you will have to show me how.” So she cuddled me up in her arms again and then whispered in my ear, “oh sweetie — this is going to be so exciting for me — and I’m so horny for you right now.” So she started by explaining that I need to be very gentle and not rush when I’m giving a woman oral sex. Give her lots of foreplay first, kissing her all over her body while spending extra time with her breasts and nipples. Following that, you need to move down and slowly and gently lick and suck on her clitoris — I will show you how to do that.” Then looking at me, she winked and asked, “Are you ready sweetheart?”
Then she rolled over on her back again and said, “OK young man, I’m waiting.” Well about this time, I remember a whole new excitement raging all over my body and mind and I could hardly wait to start playing with her breasts. But because they were so large and heavy, they hung down on each side of her. So she moved them up for me with her arms to make it easier for me to touch them. Once she had them lifted up for me, she asked me to start licking and sucking on her nipples. I think at that moment, my young mind and body was once again, numb with excitement and as soon as I put each one in my mouth, I could feel them get big and hard. And she started to moan and say, “Oh honey, that feels so good. You’re making me feel so horny. Mmmmmmm — I can hardly wait for you to make me cum.” So, spreading her legs apart as far as she could, she asked me to move down between them on my tummy and get nice and comfortable. Once there, her big hairy pussy was right in front of my face and I could smell a musky odor coming from it. And I will never forget to this day the effect that smell was having on my cock. It was making it so hard that it was actually hurting worse than ever. As I lay there looking at her pussy, I could see her big hairy lips starting to open, revealing a light pink area between. Being so totally overwhelmed, I wasn’t exactly sure what I should do at that point, even thought she had just described what oral sex was to me. So I asked her and she said, “all you have to do sweetheart, is spread the lips apart so you can see the area between them.” Then she explained each part as she pointed to her vagina, her pee-hole, and to her big swollen clitoris. And the whole area was all wet with a sticky lubrication. When she pointed to her clitoris, she said, “I would like you to put your mouth over it and start to gently lick and suck on it. And this will make me cum with a wonderful orgasm.” So that’s what I did, as she introduced me to the my first pussy. As I began to give her oral, the special smell and taste of her hot pussy juices along with a musky pee odor really made me excited. It seemed to send powerful shock-waves throughout my whole body. As my mind was trying to absorb this extremely unbelievable sight before me, I could hear her beginning to moan a little bit from the pleasure that I was giving to her. This whole thing was so erotic.
Any wonder I remember it so well. And as soon as I started to lick her clitoris, she yelled out, “Yes! YES! Kenny. That’s the spot sweetheart. Keep sucking on it — oh god, that feels good.” And as I did, I noticed her stomach muscles jumping each time my tongue rubbed across the head of her magic button. Then before long, she started to hump her hips and ass up and down in time with my licking. And I could hear her breathing becoming more pronounced as she continued to moan and groan almost steady. While I was sucking on her clitoris, I felt it getting bigger and harder. At the same time, more and more pussy juice was coming from somewhere. And for a young inexperienced boy like I was, it’s strong musky, pee odor and even the taste of it was making me more excited by the second. It was intoxicating me. It was just heavenly, and it was beginning to make my sore throbbing cock almost burst from being so hard again. It was almost impossible to describe what I was feeling just then. My mind was in a total spin and I couldn’t comprehend everything. But I do remember sucking mostly on her clitoris and stopping now and then to lick up her hot lubricating juices from the other areas of her pussy.
I don’t remember how long I continued to give her oral sex, but she was really enjoying it and I could tell that she was getting more and more excited by the minute. It may have been 4 or 5 minutes before she finally reached her orgasm because I can still remember how my tongue kept getting tired and I would slow down for a moment or two to rest it. Then suddenly she yelled out to me, “oh honey — I’m going to cum.” and then she lifted her big bum up off the bed and let out a long loud grunt. Following that, she yelled out again, “don’t stop — don’t stop licking me — oh god, I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! DON’T STOP, PLEASE DON’T STOP, OOOOOHHHHH.” And then she let out another real loud grunt and as she did, some hot liquid shot out of her pee hole all over my face. But, because she wanted me to keep on sucking on her clitoris, I didn’t let that stop me. Finally she let out a third long moaning grunt and this time she closed her legs on my head and gripped it like a vice for a moment. Then I felt a little bit more hot liquid shoot out my face again. Following that, she let out another 2 or 3 grunting moans again.
Finally reaching exhaustion, her big bum and legs fell flat on the bed. After catching her breath, she reached down and asked me to come up beside her. And then she cuddled me up in her arms and thanked me for making her cum so beautifully. She gave me a nice wet kiss on my mouth which was still dripping from her pussy juices and then she said, “Oh honey — that was just perfect — I don’t ever remember having such a wonderful orgasm like that before — Now I’m spoiled, and I will be wanting that all the time — Will you do that for me?” And I said I would, and then she kissed me some more as we both lay still for a little while. When a few minutes had passed and the excitement from her orgasm had subsided, she felt my hard cock pushing up against her. So she took it in her hand and said, “Oh sweetie — I’m sure you need to cum again, don’t you?” Then rolling over on her back again, she asked me to climb on top of her and push my cock into her vagina. And when I did, it was so hot and wet inside her and the feeling of her vagina squeezing it was absolutely unbelievable again. At first I just lay on her, enjoying the feeling she was giving me. But eventually I needed more and so I started to move my cock in and out of her. This time, I didn’t cum right away like I did previously. Maybe it was because I was getting more used to sex now. And so I continued to slowly thrust in and out as she held me in her arms.
As I made love to her, I remember her moving her ass up and down with my thrusts. Like all the other things we did together, I will never forget this either. And gradually, I could feel my throbbing cock getting closer and closer to reaching the point of no return again. When she knew I was getting close, she encouraged me to start going harder and faster to make it more enjoyable for me. Finally I started to cum and I think I nearly lost my mind as another long powerful orgasm exploded inside my cock and spread all over my body. After that day, we usually had sex every morning before we got up, and every evening when we went to bed. And sometimes I would masturbate in between. And like she told me, I did start to ejaculated thick white semen about 2 weeks after she had taught me all about sex. Although she couldn’t climax as often as I could, she made sure that I had sex whenever I wanted it. And she would love to give me a blow-job because she loved to have me cum in her mouth. But she also liked to have intercourse with me just so she could feel me ejaculating my thick hot cum into her vagina. She was the most wonderful aunt and sex teacher a boy could ever have. Yes, she became my one and only lover, friend, guardian and special aunt right up until I was 23, and then likely due to her being over weight, she suddenly passed away from a heart attack. Yes, I will never forget her.
After her death, I have remained single up until now, but I have since become involved with a number of older women ranging in age from their late 40’s to their early 60’s. And I have to admit, these older ladies make wonderful sex partners too, but not quite like my aunt was.
If any of you have enjoyed an experience like this, I would enjoy hearing from you. You can contact me at ([email protected]) I am also very fortunate to have been able to claim all the private 35 mm. photos we had taken of each other back then before other family members moved in to claim her belongings. These are not for public viewing, but I can share a few with you privately.

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MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 3 CHURCH

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 3 CHURCH
After dinner, as Rach helped mom clean up, I took the opportunity to pull up my shorts, close them as best I could, and excuse myself. I left the scrunchie on my dick, not knowing yet, where or when I was going to give it back. I went to my room shakily, still recovering from “dinner”, and fell back onto my bed exhausted. I must have fallen asleep, because, suddenly it was dark outside. I looked at the clock on my bedside table, it read 9:30.
I could hear music coming from Rach’s room which was unusual because she usually used headphones. Curious, I went to my computer, and pulled up Rach’s web-cam. I considered turning off the speakers, and then decided she might as well know I was watching, which she would pick up on for sure, when she heard her music coming from my room too. She was dancing. Not, out at a party dancing, but sexy, dancing like I imagined strippers danced. She was wearing the same stuff she had on at dinner and the motion of her hips and flat stomach had me mesmerized. I noticed she was looking right at me, as if I was sitting in her room, and realized she had been waiting for me to wake up. She might have even turned her music up, to rouse me. I assumed she had my webcam on, and decided she deserved to see how well she was dancing. I backed up my chair enough to be sure my dick would be in view, and opened my shorts. The cum from dinner had congealed, but not dried, and Rach’s scrunchie, was so sticky and slimy, that I wasn’t sure I could use it again. I took it off, setting it carefully down on my desk, and got ready. I looked up to see Rach had stopped dancing. She looked right at me, a puzzled/almost hurt look on her face. Then she bolted off camera. She was gone a minute, and then I heard her door open; I thought I had blown it; somehow, I had upset her. Was taking off the scrunchie seen, by her, as rejection? I was just about to start really panicking, when I heard a soft knock on my door. I flew to it, hopping I could explain before it was too late. Just as I got to my door, I heard her’s close. Baffled, I opened my door. Sitting in a neat pile, on the floor in the hall, were 3 white scrunchies, and a pair of dark blue lacey thong panties. Laughing in relief, I scooped them up, closed the door, and went back to my desk. She was there, on the cam, waiting; her hands on her hips, a stern look on her face. Without sitting down, naked, my dick standing proudly at attention, I put one, two, three scrunchies on my dick, like I was decorating it for her. I watched her as I did it. She got less stern, and more excited, as I decorated. By the time i got to the panties, she was wiggling around, and giggling like a five year old walking through the gates of Disney world. I was about to add the panties to my now wreathed cock, when I noticed they were wet. I brought them up to my face to get a better look. The crotch of the panties was soaked, as if they had been dipped in water. I think I could have wrung them out, and gotten a drink. I looked back at Rach through the cam. She was so intent upon what my reaction would be that for a moment, I was nervous I might screw it up. Then I looked down and saw her jean shorts were undone, the zipper down, a little bit of her light blond pussy hair showing. She was just wearing these panties, I realized. She was this wet now. When she had bolted off camera, she had stripped them off, and pulled her shorts back on, not bothering to do them up.
Looking her dead in the eye, I brought them up to my face, and smelled them, she trembled. I very slowly licked the wet spot, and watched as Rach put her hands to the sides of her shorts and, pushing them down over her hips and ass, let them fall to the floor. As I lowered the panties to my throbbing cock, she followed their progress, pulling off her bikini top. I stopped lowering her wet panties, holding them suspended an inch above my cock; she looked up at me, an excited pleading in her eyes. Finally, I was in control. I was winning. And then, as I looked at her; her beautiful face, her amazing body, I realized I didn’t need, or even want, to win. I wanted a tie, and here we were, both naked, both horny, we were even…almost. With a burst of inspiration I bolted from my room. Not bothering to put anything on, Rach’s scrunchies bouncing on my dick as I ran, I streaked to the bathroom, and grabbing my electric toothbrush, ran to Rach’s door, knocked and tore back to my room. Slamming the door behind me, I skidded to a stop exactly where I had been seconds before. I was just in time to see Rach, my beautiful sister coming back to stand in her place, my toothbrush in her hand, the devil in her smile. I smelled her panties again, and she turned on my toothbrush. I could just hear it’s hum through the cam. As I brought the panties down to my dick, she brought the head of the toothbrush to her pussy. I wrapped the wet crotch of her panties over the purple swollen head of my cock, as she touched my toothbrush to the top of her pussy, and quivered. I started slowly sliding her scrunchies up and down my shaft, wanting this moment to last forever. As much as we had shared today, this was the first truly intimate experience we were sharing. I felt a connection to my Rach, here, us doing this together.
With all of the cumming I had done today, I was sure I could make it last. I kept up the slow rhythm, the soft silk of the scrunchies sliding smoothly. Rach, I was pleased to see, was not having as easy a time. From the moment the toothbrush touched her pussy, she started quivering, her legs began shaking, and she grabbed onto my toothbrush with both hands, as if it would help her stay standing. As we watched each other, she started squeaking, just the way I had heard her squeaking in the bathroom, but louder, and with more heavy breathing. I could feel myself rising to an orgasm, and slowed slightly, releasing some of the pressure from my grip. I wanted more. Her squeaking became high pitched grunting, as her hips began thrusting into my brush. I turned sideways, hoping she would get the hint, and copy my move. After a few moments, she turned also, her legs clearly not working well. With her turned, I could see the dimple of her ass muscle flex with each thrust she made into my toothbrush. I put my free hand to my chest and mimicked pinching my nipples. With a glaze in her eyes; she imitated me, and started pinching and pulling her near nipple. She apparently liked that, because as soon as she stared playing with her nipples, her little grunts got bigger. She started to shake violently all over, somehow managing not to fall. I realized she was close, and viciously cranked at my cock, determined to catch up. Her grunting stopped, and she froze in place. For a moment in time, she stopped, then it hit her; she managed to stay standing for a moment, and then she softly, in almost a whispered panic, said “jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake”, and fell to the floor in convulsions repeating my name in the spasms of her orgasm. I came hard into her panties as she hit the floor.
It was a strong orgasm for me, but I managed to stay standing unaided; Rach on the other hand, had a monster orgasm. I finished, and came back to reality, hearing a croaking “JAKE” coming from Rach. She writhed on the floor; the vibrator slammed on her pussy like a vice. With each thrust of her hips, she called out my name. My exultation turned into worry, as a particularly violent spasm threw the vibrator across the room, and yet her convulsions continued. After perhaps 2 minutes of her or writhing on the floor, repeating “Jake” over and over, she suddenly went limp; her eyes rolled up.
Panicking, I rushed to her room, opening, and closing her door as I raced to her. She was lying on her back, legs splayed wide, in a messy pool of her own cum, unconscious. I could see, by the rise and fall of her chest, that she was breathing. I knelt next to her, speaking softly to her, my mouth inches from her, “Rach? Are you O.K.?” She mumbled something incoherent, weather in response to me, or not, I couldn’t tell. I slid my hands under her head and shoulders, and pulled her to my chest. “Rach, it’s me Jake. Can you hear me?” I whispered into her ear. Her eyes fluttered open, a glazed look in them. Her hand moved, quivering to my leg, “Jake?” I barely made out her whisper. “Yes Rach, It’s me Jake.” I whispered back, relief flooding through me. Her hand quivered jerkily up my leg, and made it’s way to my still moderately hard cock. As her hand wrapped around my cock, her expression went from confused, to contented; she whispered “I love you” and passed back out, her hand still holding me.
I scooped her up in my arms, and both of us naked, carried her to the bathroom. I laid her gently in the tub; putting a towel behind her head, and filled the tub with warm water. I gently bathed her, not allowing her beautiful body to dictate my actions. When I started to wash her hair, she responded; opening her eyes, and smiling up at me. She started to move as if she was going to get up, which, by the feebleness of her movements, I knew was impossible. I took her head in my hands, and got her to focus her slightly less glazed eyes on me. “Rach. It’s O.K. Your Big Bro is here to take care of you.” Her smile widened, and she relaxed. She laid there like a rag doll, a big smile on her face, as I finished washing her. I wrapped a towel around her, and carried her to her room, laid her down on her bed, and massaged her as I dried her, hopping to rub some life back into her. She let me do as I wished, literally not moving a muscle. As I pulled up her covers, and arranged her head on the pillow, our eyes met, and she softly repeated “I love u”. “I love you too Rach. Go to sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning.” She closed her eyes, and I left to take a shower myself. Before going to sleep, I retrieved the forgotten scrunchies and panties, now nicely coated in my cum, and laid them under Rach’s pillow. Her contented innocent dreaming face, the image I took with me to sleep.
I woke up a bit confused. The events of the last day seemed to come back in waves. It hardly seemed possible to fit into them into one day. I got up slowly, still naked, and glanced over to my computer. The web-cam, still active from last night, showed only the bottom half of Rach’s bed, but, I could see, from the lumpy covers, that Rach, was still in bed, and by the lack of motion, I guessed she was still asleep. A glance at the clock showed me that it was 8:15am. We would have to leave for church in a little over an hour and a half. Knowing Rach wouldn’t need a shower, I let her sleep, and, after dressing in clothes fit for church, which is to say nice khaki shorts, and a polo, I went down to the kitchen for some breakfast. Mom was there, and we talked sporadically as we ate, her commenting on our “roughhousing” last night. I suppressed a grin, and apologized for the noise.
Having finished my breakfast, I got some cereal, juice, and a banana, put them on a tray, and carried it up to Rach’s room. It seemed strange after all we had shared, and the fact that we had mutually “agreed” to let each other see, via webcam, into our rooms, that I still felt the need to knock. “Rach? Are you up?” I said, trying to thread the needle in volume between too soft for her to hear, and so loud, I’d wake her up. “Yea” came a sleepy response. “Can I come in?” i said as sweetly as I could. “Uhu” just as sleepy was her answer. I quickly stepped in, and closed the door behind me. There was Rach, my Rach, sitting up in bed, the covers falling, unheeded to her waist. The morning sun angling through the window, cascaded across her tanned torso; highlighting every perfect curve of her body, and lighting her hair as if she were a haloed angel. She took my breath away. I couldn’t believe this vision had been invisible to me until yesterday.
“Are you O.K.?” she said with a crooked grin. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” I retorted, feeling silly for my mind wandering. “I brought you breakfast” I said indicating the tray, as I walked to her bedside. Just as I bent over to place the tray she said “You’re sooooooo sweet”, and jumping up on her knees, the sun now lighting her blond pussy hair like white fire, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, it was more like the hug wasn’t enough, so she used her lips too. “Careful” I managed to say as our lips parted, and she sheepishly sat back down, a delighted look on her face.
As I placed the tray over her, her nakedness was all too apparent, to both me, and the quickly growing monster in my pants. I firmly, but silently, told the monster to get lost, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Not being sure where our intimacy began and ended, I said nothing about yesterday, and simply kept her silent company as she ate. After a few minutes off ravenous eating, she looked up, a puzzled look on her face. “Did you give me a bath last night?” “Well…yea, you were kinda a mess, and I was just trying to help…?” I broke off my babbling as I saw her starting to cry. With no regard for the tray of food, she threw herself at me, nearly knocking me off the bed, and hugged me so long and hard I thought she was trying burry herself in me. When she finally let go, she had a look on her face that I’m positive, perfectly mirrored the look I had on my face minutes before, as I saw the sun shine on her. It was wonderful to know that look from both sides, and I smiled at her, hopping, somehow it would convey my thoughts. We sat there, on her bed, her naked, and me in my church clothes, and stared into each other’s eyes for a long time; neither of us wanting that feeling to end. Eventually, though, I remembered church. “Rach” I said anxiously “We’ve got church in like 30 minutes”.
The spell broken, she hugged me again, and kissed me; a real kiss, long and passionate, as if she wanted to breathe in the feeling, and then she hopped up and scampered to her dresser. “Hey Rach” I said as I reached her door. She turned, her face glowing at me, “I left you some presents under your pillow.” And I closed the door behind me as she scrambled, hungrily, over to her bed.
Mom and I were waiting in the car as Rachel came out of the house, a vision of beauty. She had on a sun dress of pale green which looked amazing on her tan body; and she had her hair done up in two pigtails that stuck out just above and behind each ear. She looked so innocent, I almost couldn’t believe it was the same girl who had shared yesterday with me. As she skipped to the car, I noticed each pigtail was held by a white scrunchie; and I knew it was the same girl.
She hopped in the car, all smiles and sunshine, and we sat together in the back seat, as our mom drove us to church. We didn’t speak the whole trip, content to sit together. Along the way, she set her hand next to my hand, and curled her pinky around mine, and we sat there sharing an intimacy I hadn’t known could exist 24 hours ago.
We got to church, and mom went off to practice with the choir. We made our way to our usual spot in the last row, but instead of sitting haphazardly, each picking our own place, we slid down the pew, me leading, to the far wall together; as far from the isle, and, the rest of the world, as possible. We sat, my left side feet from the wall, my right side against Rach, and waited, as people wandered in, each passing our row by, for the “better” seats.
Rach slid her pinky up and down mine; a secret caress, and I turned to smile at her. She smiled back, and reached forward for the paper and pen they used to get the attendance, from the pocket in the pew in front of ours. Her smile turned mischievous as she began to write on the blank attendance sheet. When she finished, she handed them to me. It read “I’m wearing three of your ‘presents’. How did you find out I was spying on you?” I read it again. I didn’t understand. She was spying on me? When? What? “Holy shit” I said to myself. I had no way of knowing how long her spy program was on my computer. I had just assumed she was retaliating to my spying. I laughed out loud at the irony, drawing a few disgruntled glances from fussy church people. I turned to look at her; her face was tight with worry. I wrote “Not until after I started spying on you. Did you know I was watching yesterday before practice?” and handed her the paper and pen. She read it, and giggled, flashing me a “really?” look. I nodded, and she bounced in her seat, pulling one leg under her as she voraciously wrote a response. “YES YES YES!!! I was so excited when I saw my cam light was broken. And when I heard your speakers blasting my hair drier back at me, I knew you were watching. I was watching you too, I wanted to show you, like you had shone me for so long, but after I took off my towel, I got nervous, and had to finish in the corner of my room. Did you know I was masturbating?”
Me: “No I didn’t, you were very quiet, and fast. I thought you were just getting dressed. I see two of the presents, where’s the third?” Rach giggled a little, and, after making sure no one could see, she turned away a bit and pulled the back of her dress up enough for me to see her butt, sitting on her tucked under foot, and the side of her blue thong, the one that had “capped off” my masturbation last night.
Rach: “I was so excited, I came really fast. And then I felt bad because I didn’t let you see, and bad that I didn’t get to see you too; so I decided to make it up to you. Did you like my ride?” As she watched me reading, she wiggled her but, and let out a low breath. This gave me an idea.
Me: “I was terrified the whole time. I didn’t know you were spying on me, so I wasn’t sure you wanted anything sexual from me, so couldn’t relax, but, yes, I loved it. So you’ve been spying on me how long?”
Rach: “Remember this spring; I went to your state meet. I guess I hadn’t realized how hot you were. I saw how big you were, and all your muscles. And then, when we were having that picnic between sessions, you were sitting there, with just you tight little suit on, and you must have gotten exited because your dick started to get bigger. I watched it grow bigger and bigger, and I wanted to see it so bad. When we got home that night, I masturbated; thinking of you, and it was the best orgasm I ever had. The next day, I snuck into your room and put the program on your computer. I’ve been watching you all summer. Every time you went to your room, I’d run to my computer, hoping I’d get to see you…all of you ;). I’m sorry you were scared yesterday. I just wanted you to know I wanted you. Are you mad?” I looked up to see that worried look on her face again. I smiled reassuringly.
Me: “I’m not mad. Exited, and complimented is how I feel. See? So the way I see it, you’ve seen me cum about a hundred times. I’ve only seen you orgasm once. And while it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. It’s only fair that you start catching up. What do think about right here, right now?” I watched as she read. When she got to the part where I said I was excited, she looked at my dick, which was running down my right shorts leg, and occasionally pulsing with little jumps. Her eyes went wide, and she gave me a look of mingled surprise, and greed. Then she went back to reading, and as she got to the end, she looked at me with hunger, and nodded.
I was expecting her to hump her heel, or secretly slide her hand under her dress, but instead, she pulled her leg out from underneath her butt, stood up, and sat back down so close our legs were touching. Spreading her dress out like a tent, her but on the bare pew. Her dress now covered half of my lap. She took my right hand, and guided it under her dress, using her other hand to keep the dress spread. She put her hand over mine and, tucking both our hands under her panties, she guided me to her pussy. I wouldn’t have had a clue, but I didn’t need one. She started using my hand to rub her pussy. She focused right at the top, a little bump, she later told me was her clit. After she got me started with her, she got started with me, she grabbed her little handbag, and pulled out some nail clippers. She took them in her left hand and, sliding her arm behind mine, reached under her dress, and into my pocket. I heard a little rip, and her hand was through my torn pocket, and wrapped around my dick, she looked at me and mouthed “Tell me before you cum”.
I might have been in church but it felt like heaven. I rubbed her clit, and she, squeezing hard, stroked my dick, as we sat facing forward, to all eyes, model siblings, pretending to listen to some guy at the front talk about “love thy neighbor”. Rach didn’t take long. Within a couple of minutes her body went rigid, her grip on my dick, like a vice. I looked over, and she was staring at me; a look of complete love on her open mouthed silently screaming, face. She stayed rigid for 10 seconds or so, and then shuddered, and melted into the pew. Within moments though, she was stroking me again, watching me as I stared straight ahead. After another 30 seconds or so, I could feel my own orgasm coming. With the shocking realization that I would soon be a mess, but too far gone to care, I turned to her hungry, eager eyes, and mouthed “I’m gona cum”. Everything happened fast. Rach did a single pass with her eyes to make sure no one was in position to see, and scooted off the pew, sliding in front of my right knee. Her hand still in my pocket, stroking my almost erupting cock, she used her right hand to push my shorts leg up, and expose the head of my cock. As soon as it came into view, she pounced, her mouth engulfing the whole head. That did it for me, and I came. I spewed 9 or 10 loads of cum into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, except the last load, which she kept in her mouth as she regained her seat; then she spit it into her hand, lifted her dress up, exposing her soaking panties, and rubbed my cum all over them. Then she stood up and slid in front of me, pushing her ass out to tease me along the way, and sat down on my other side. Grabbing my hand, she held it for the rest of church. As we left, she giggled, pointing out the puddle on the pew where she had cum.
END PART 3
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