0 comments/ 20455 views/ 2 favorites First Steps By: The Gentle Man He sat at his desk, staring blankly at the calendar on the wall. Anyone looking at him would have thought that he was mindlessly daydreaming. But behind the apparently vacant stare his mind was carefully working over the memory of the events from the night before. There were so many images, so many emotions aroused by those images . . . he was trying to sort them all out . . . arrange them in some way that might make sense to him. The house, he remembered, had been dimly lit when they entered. Small circles of light struggled valiantly to hold back the darkness that lurked at the edges. Figures he could not clearly identify moved through the shadows. They held each other’s hand tightly and moved somewhat tentatively down the hallway, both of them apprehensive even though they had agreed together to come here. Neither of them had ever been to a place like this before and did not know exactly what to expect. The woman who had greeted them led them toward a large wooden door at the end of the hall. They passed quietly from one pool of light to another but as they drew nearer to it, the door seemed, in his mind, to take on a meaning beyond being a physical barrier separating one space from another. He did not know what was on the other side, but he could feel a kind of nervous excitement welling up inside him and he sensed a similar current running through her. It was as if a kind of electricity was passing back and forth between them. The woman opened the door and together they stepped over the threshold. A small group of 10 people . . . all couples, he noted . . . were already in the room and standing in a kind of semi-circle facing the other direction. Without a word, the woman closed the door and left them. Not quite sure what to do, but feeling as if he should take the lead, he led her toward where the others were standing. Silently, two couples stepped aside and made room for them. Keenly aware that no one else was talking, he simply nodded his thanks. In front of them a curtain drawn across the width of the room effectively hid whatever was behind it. An air of expectant uncertainty surrounded the group. His wife held his arm tightly and he patted the back of her hand in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. Actually, he had kept the contact brief because he did not want her to feel the slight tremble in his hand. The anticipation was having a disconcerting effect on him. The curtain parted and everyone held his or her breath as it slowly opened. Several of the women gasped slightly at the scene that was revealed and he was a bit taken aback himself. There were two women and one man. The man was dressed in a robe; the women were completely naked. But it was not so much the nudity that made him feel slightly unsteady on his feet, though both women were very beautiful; it was the way the women were positioned. One of them was facing the wall and her arms were extended above her head. He could see that leather restraints that held her wrists were anchored in the wall. He allowed his eyes to move down her body, lingering for a moment on the swell of her ass, until he could see a matching set of restraints around her ankles. She was essentially staked to the wall in a spread-eagle position. The other woman was sitting in a wooden chair with a straight back. Her arms were drawn behind her in such a way that her breasts were thrust forward and he could see that the rope around her wrists had been tied to the chair. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair on either side so that her legs were spread apart. She was sitting to the side so that she did not block the view but she could also clearly see the other woman. The man stood next to a small table that held a variety of small whips, floggers, spankers, and phallic shaped objects of different sizes. He felt the shiver that passed through his wife’s body as she surveyed the scene. It might be excitement, he thought, but he wondered if some of it wasn’t also fear. He could see some of that in the face of the woman in the chair and though he could not see the other woman’s face, he suspected it was there as well. The two emotions seemed to be mixing together in the woman’s eyes and a strange kind of thrill passed through him. He began to feel stirrings and shifted self-consciously in an attempt to hide the growing evidence. He looked at his wife’s face, afraid that she may have picked up on his arousal, but she was staring at the two women so intently that he realized that she was feeling something too. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. He noticed that the other couples had also drawn closer to one another as well. They all waited to see what would transpire. The man deliberately took his time selecting an object from the table; the two women waited quietly. The one in the chair watched him closely, the other woman, unable to see, could only wonder. After handling several of the items in a manner that seemed almost to be fondling, he chose a leather flogger and moved behind the woman on the wall. Experimentally, he whipped the flogger through the air a time or two, appraising how it handled. When he snapped the inch wide leather straps so that they split the air, the resulting sound made everyone in the room jump. The woman standing up clinched the muscles in her ass and the backs of her legs in response. A small smile played at the edges of his mouth and he snapped the flogger again making contact this time with the woman’s soft flesh. She let out a stifled cry and a red stripe instantly appeared across both of her bare cheeks. Quickly, he flicked the flogger again and another streak appeared on the backs of her thighs, looking almost exactly like the image left by a lightning bolt that has seared the night sky. Two more blows in rapid succession left marks that seemed to reach out with tiny red fingers to join the others causing a bright flush to spread over the surface of her skin. The woman visibly strained at the binds that held her in place and as the leather of the flogger came down again her body began to undulate. The woman in the chair said nothing but watched with wide eyes. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with her breathing, her nipples were hard, and she raised her hips up off the chair slightly each time the leather slapped flesh. The group watching stood mesmerized. He could not believe how incredibly erotic the scene unfolding before him was or how much it was arousing him. Watching the man using the flogger so expertly, and seemingly so effortlessly . . . seeing the red stripes appearing on the woman’s ass . . . the way she pulled against her restraints, not to get away, but to lean into each blow . . . the reaction of the other woman, clearly aroused and almost yearning for the same treatment . . . He could not help but be shocked and confused at the effect it was all having on him. He never would have thought it possible before, but he had actually begun to imagine that it was his hand wielding the flogger. In his mind, he saw his wife’s ass turning redder with each new blow. He wanted to put his hand on it and feel the heat. She was standing in front of him and without being conscious of doing it; he pulled her back and pressed himself against her soft curves. Oh, he thought, to be feeling that heat there where he was so very aroused. For her part, his wife eagerly pressed back. She jerked her hips with each new slap across the woman’s body and the contact only serve to excite him more. He noted that the other people in the room were also beginning to move against one another. The man alternated between hard, solid strikes and light brushing ones in which the leather just kissed the woman’s skin. She had begun to moan aloud by this time and her body trembled and shook with the mixture of pain and pleasure she was feeling. The woman in the chair was trying desperately to bring her legs together so that she might gain some friction, but the ropes held her fast. She whimpered a bit but said nothing, although her arousal at being forced to witness the flogging when she obviously wanted so much to be feeling it was bringing out a flush on her body as well. After an indeterminate amount of time, the man ceased swinging the flogger and let it hang loosely at his side. Picking up a vibrator from the table, he moved close to the woman on the wall. He paused for a moment, holding his hand over her cheeks in much the same way a man warms his hands over a fire. Then, very gently, he reached between her legs and placed the tip of the vibrator against her. She gasped and struggled to remain still. He held it there for a moment then turned it on and moved it up the length of her lips. Instantly, she screamed and began bucking through the orgasm that thundered through her body. Helpless to get away, she could only thrash against her restraints when he then slid the vibrator inside of her and began thrusting it rapidly in and out. Her screams bounced off of the walls and passed through the quivering bodies of her audience. After she had cum several more times, the man stopped and turned his attention to the seated one. She sat, trembling, waiting to see what he would do. He walked over and stood directly in front of her. Then he took off his robe and it became immediately evident that he was greatly aroused as well. She stared wide-eyed at his hardness that was level with her face. He placed his hands on the back of her head and drew her forward until the tip of it touched her lips. She moaned and when he pressed, she opened her mouth and he slid in. Though she was completely unable to use her hands, she sucked him hungrily. He leaned his head back, stood on firmly planted feet and gave himself over to the pleasures of pulling her head down on him as he thrust forward. Watching from the side, he put his hands on his wife’s hips and began thrusting, imagining that he was sliding in and out of her mouth that way. He marveled at the man’s complete control over the bound woman and her complete submission to him. He was taking his pleasure from her and she was gladly giving him all that she could. How many times he had wanted to do that very thing . . . just abandon himself to his own pleasure. The man was thrusting his hips faster now. His legs were beginning to shake and it was clear that his climax was close. The woman was doing her best to keep him in her mouth though it clearly was not easy. The woman on the wall, having recovered a bit from her orgasms, had turned her head enough to watch and was licking her lips and moaning softly. Suddenly, the man’s body stiffened, he pulled himself free of the woman’s lips and came with a loud groan all over her face and breasts. As it hit her, she too, began to come, even though she had not been touched directly. Watching the spectacle, he could almost feel the force of the orgasm himself and he was sure he heard a woman beside them cry out with her own pleasure. In the immediate aftermath of the explosion, there was a silence that was broken only by the sounds of raspy breathing from the onlookers and gasps from the man and two women. With each of them still in place, the curtain began to close. The small group stared at it for a moment. The air was charged with sexual tension . . . they could all feel it . . . but the intensity of what they had just witnessed made them feel intimidated and fearful. Being very careful to avoid any bodily contact with anyone other than their partner, they silently exited the room and walked down the hallway. It was as if any touch at all would spark something none of them was ready to handle. He and his wife left the house on legs that were a little unsteady and walked to their car. Carefully he opened the door for her and helped her in, then got in as well and started the car. Neither of them had spoken a word since the scene had ended. They each seemed to be overwhelmed by it all. He was still incredibly aroused; he could not remember when he had been so hard for so long. She, too, had a slight flush on her face and seemed to be equally excited. He noticed from the corner of his eye how she squirmed on the seat and pressed her thighs tightly together. They drove in silence; each of them caught up in the memories of what they had seen. Fortunately they did not have far to travel to reach their hotel. Once there, he helped her out of the car and with a growing urgency that they both were feeling, they walked rapidly to the building. The elevator seemed to be moving excruciatingly slow and he impatiently tapped his foot as the numbers above the door changed from one to another. She stood beside him, gripping her fingers tightly; as if afraid that if she let go of them they would move immediately to touch places on her body that should not be touched on an elevator. Finally the doors opened, they moved out into the hall and he fumbled in his pocket for the room key. Once inside the room, he grabbed her, pulled her to him and began to practically tear her clothing from her body. Equally frantic, she returned his kisses passionately and struggled to unsnap his pants and release him. All of the lust that had been building during the evening broke over them and he pushed her against the wall and ripped open her blouse. Buttons flew across the room and bounced off the furniture as he buried his face between her breasts. Her hands found him and he groaned at the exquisiteness of it. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and reached for her panties. The sound of the material tearing as his fingers clawed at them seemed to inflame them both to new heights and when he thrust himself hard inside of her, she cried out and clung to him. Images flashed through his mind as he drove himself into her again and again . . . images of the two women naked and helpless . . . of the red stripes rising on the tender flesh . . . of the way the woman struggled against the restraints as her orgasms washed over her . . . of the look of fear and excitement in the other woman’s eyes when the man revealed himself to her . . . of the way she hungrily sucked on him, excited all the more because she was not able to resist or escape . . . of the way the man took each woman in turn, gave her pleasure and then abandoned himself to his own pleasure. The memory of how the man had exploded all over the woman’s face and breasts triggered his own explosion and he drove himself, almost savagely into his wife’s body. She had already slipped over the edge but rose rapidly to a peak again with him and together they screamed and were swept away. When it was over, they slid trembling to the floor, arms and legs intertwined. Gradually, their ragged breathing eased and they clung to one another in a way that made their bodies seemed to mold into one. With an effort, since his strength seemed to be virtually gone, he managed to pull a blanket from where it lay on the couch and covered them both with it and they slept . . . exhausted by all they had seen and the explosive way in which it had affected them. That had been two days ago, but he still could not shake the images from his mind or the arousal from his body. Although the pressures of everyday life had prohibited any more exploring since they had arrived home, he sensed that she felt it as well. He wondered what she thought of what they had seen. What was it about it that had excited her? Was it the women bound and helpless? Was it the way the man had taken control? Was it they way he had taken them . . . had, in fact, taken everyone in the room that night . . . and mastered them? The whole thing had definitely affected her because she had responded to his forcefulness at the hotel in a way that surprised him almost as much as the fact that he had been so forceful. He shifted in his chair in an attempt to reposition himself inside his pants. It seemed like he was hard practically all the time anymore, and while he did enjoy the feeling of a strong erection, it could be embarrassing sometimes. The way the woman standing beside him in the elevator looked at him this morning, it had been apparent that she had noticed. Of course, the fact that she smiled and licked her lips lightly did not help his situation at all. Nor did it help when he began picturing her . . . strapped down . . . with red stripes across the backs of her thighs . . . shuddering through an orgasm as his fingers moved between her legs. He had sighed in relief when the doors opened and she walked off, though he continued to stare at her ass and imagine those cheeks red and warm until the closing of the doors again finally blocked his view. He took a deep breath and tried again to think rationally about how he was feeling. He had not expected to be so affected by the D/s display they had seen. True, he had been curious, but he had never honestly spent anytime thinking about what it would be like. He understood that it was all about the power exchange between the Dominant and submissive, but he had never before considered the possibility that the idea of being a Dominant might appeal to him. Now, he realized, it appealed to him a great deal. He had found the power that the man had had when he swung the flogger extremely stimulating and when he thought again of the way the woman’s ass had reddened, he felt himself harden more. Fantasies . . . thoughts that he once would have considered dark and forbidden . . . had begun to invade his mind. He imagined his wife on her knees, hands bound behind her back, taking him in her mouth like the woman in the room that night. He closed his eyes and felt her lips sliding over the head, her tongue licking that sensitive spot. He felt himself giving the pleasure free rein and the pressure building . . . The sudden ringing of the phone startled him from the fantasy. He quickly looked around, afraid someone had seen him and that he had been caught. To his relief the office was empty. He answered the phone in a voice that was thicker than he had intended. He cleared his throat and tried again, “Hello.” There was a silent pause on the other end of the line, as if the caller was trying to decide whether to speak or not. “Hi, it’s me,” it was his wife’s voice . . . tentative . . . almost shy. “I just called because I have been thinking . . .” she let the sentence trail off, sounding like she was not sure how to go on. “About what?” he asked her. “About the other night,” she said finally. “Yes?” he waited for her to say more. “Well, I know you are busy now, but I thought perhaps . . . well, I hoped that we could talk about it tonight . . . when you get home.” Another pause, then she said, “The kids will not be here. We will be alone.” He did not answer right away . . . the images were swirling through his brain again . . . He could hear the uncertainty in her voice, feel it on the line. “Yes,” he said at last, “I think that would be a good idea.” A soft sigh of relief reached his ears from her end. “Okay,” she said, “I will see you tonight.” Silence again. “I love you, you know,” he told her, feeling for some reason that it was especially important for her to know it at that moment. “Yes, I know,” she answered, “I love you too.” He could hear the smile. They said goodbye and he hung up the phone noticing the slight tremor in his hand. What did she want to talk about exactly? They had not spoken of what had happened at either the house or the hotel that night. A part of him had wondered if it was because she was embarrassed or maybe even ashamed. She had certainly seemed to be highly aroused at the time, but perhaps in the cold light of day she had had second thoughts. He had to admit to having felt some of that himself. He had never before been as assertive as he had been that night. It might have been too much. He had always tried so hard to be gentle and thoughtful and giving in their lovemaking. Her pleasure was extremely important to him, more important than his own was, in fact. But that night . . . well, after having seen the display at the house, he was caught up in something he had never felt before and he had taken her . . . hard and fast and even rough and his orgasm had nearly blinded him it had been so intense. It had shaken him then and it continued to do so now. Then he remembered how she had responded . . . how she had screamed and bucked her hips into him to meet his thrusts and the pressure he felt below increased once again. Good grief, he thought, at this rate he was never going to be able to get up from his desk again, or even walk upright, without everyone in the world seeing. With a deliberate effort he pushed the images to the back of his mind and tried to concentrate on getting some work done. At least it would help make the time go by more quickly. First Steps As he worked, the phone rang again . . . business this time . . .and he was momentarily distracted by the realities of everyday life for a while. The pressure gradually eased so that by lunch he felt that it was safe to go out in public again without embarrassing himself. The hour passed relatively uneventfully as he sat in the small sandwich shop eating, though he did have to shove aside recurring thoughts that threatened to return him to his previously obvious state of arousal. Finally, the end of the workday arrived and he soon found himself driving faster than usual for home. Once there, he sat in the car for a few moments thinking. He did not know what she would say and he was fully aware that she might want to tell him that while it had been fun, it was not something she was interested in pursuing any further. If that were the case he would just have to find a way to quell these new desires. He would never want to push her into doing anything she was not comfortable with . . . he loved her too much for that. He was already more fortunate than he deserved, he knew, if having her in his life. Nothing was worth jeopardizing what he had. Having reconfirmed that in his mind, he took a deep breath and got out of the car. She met him at the door with a kiss and a smile that revealed that she seemed as uncertain as he felt. They held one another for a moment. . . a gesture that said more than any words could convey . . . then walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. It was evident that neither of them knew exactly how to proceed so he took her hand in both of his, looked into her eyes and told her again that he loved her. She smiled. “I have been thinking a lot about what happened the other night,” she began. “So have I,” he said in response. “What we saw at the house with those two women . . .” she hesitated. He waited for her to continue, determined not to rush her. “Well, it affected me very much. In fact, I don’t know that anything has ever aroused me more.” She paused again and he could see the blush creeping into her cheeks. “The way they were bound and helpless and at his mercy. I kept imagining myself in their place. It was almost as if I could feel the sting of the flogger on my skin . . . the way it would turn red and get warm. I could feel my body responding just like those two women did when he touched them and when he forced them to touch him . . . and when they came, I actually thought that I would too, just from watching.” The words had come out in a rushing torrent and when she stopped she suddenly looked uncertain. . . almost afraid. Her eyes searched his, waiting for his response. He could feel the thickness in his voice again when he spoke. “I know what you mean. I could not believe how aroused I became watching he way he dominated them. With each blow he delivered, I imagined what it must feel like. I kept seeing you up on that wall, with your arms and legs restrained and your ass turning redder. I wanted to feel the heat against my body. I wanted to thrust into you and make you cum and cum. And when the second woman started sucking him I saw you taking me into your mouth in the same way . . . with your hands bound and your legs spread.” He paused . . . embarrassed suddenly by his confession. He looked at her, but instead of seeing the condemnation he had feared, he saw relief instead. . . relief tinged with a hint of arousal. He saw that she was feeling something similar to what he was. They were both breathing deeply and were gripping each other’s hands tight. They were, he realized, standing at another doorway . . . one that would lead them to a place beyond the darkened room they entered on that night. He stood and took her hand, kissed her once more and together they crossed the threshold and with those first steps their journey had begun. Copyright by The Gentle Man, 2002 First Steps I was fourteen when my mother died. Her last months were pretty hard on Dad and me, especially Dad, and it took him a couple years to get his feet back under himself. He did get his life back together, and I was happy for him when he could finally bring himself to start dating again. It wasn't long before he was regularly seeing a woman named Michelle, who had been divorced a year or two earlier, and had a daughter my age. I knew things were starting to get serious when Dad introduced me to her. And even more serious, when Dad and Michelle planned an all-day picnic outing to a campground on the lake, so the four of us could 'start getting to know each other'. I had to say, I couldn't complain about Dad's choice. Michelle was certainly a nice enough lady, and she wasn't pushy about becoming my 'new mom', or anything like that. By the time I was 17, I wasn't in the market for a 'new mom', but I also knew that, if Dad went ahead and married her, like it seemed he was inclined to do, that the two of us would have to get along. And that wasn't going to be hard at all. I also knew I was going to need to get along with her daughter, at least until one or both of us grew up and moved out. But I really had no idea who her daughter was, until the four of us got together at the lake. I actually knew Kelly from school. I should rather say, I knew who she was; we'd barely had any direct contact with each other, even though we'd been in the same classes for several years. Kelly was one of the 'popular kids' -- a cheerleader, her friends were the other cheerleaders, and the guys on the sports teams. I, on the other hand, was kind of a nerd -- I had a reputation as a 'brainiac', and a math-science geek. So my 'sphere' and Kelly's didn't overlap a whole lot. Once I knew who my would-be stepsister was, I was a little nervous about how it was all going to work out. Would Kelly play the typical 'social dominance' games against me, or would we work out a decent way to live together under the same roof? At least at first, she seemed inclined to treat me pleasantly enough, and as our parents' courtship proceeded, and we were starting to act more and more like a family-to-be, we actually came to like each other. ***** Once Dad and Michelle were married, and the four of us were all living together under the same roof, there was a brief period of adjustments to be made. Both Kelly and I had been 'only children', and so it was different -- and not unpleasant -- to have a sibling for the first time in my life, even if the bathroom wasn't quite as available as it had been my whole life before then. Kelly and I came to a really good way of 'living together', now that we were step-siblings. I was happy to help her with her homework; her grades actually improved after we started living together, and she seemed genuinely grateful for my help. For my part, Kelly was helpful in showing me how to be a bit more 'social' than I'd been accustomed to being. Her 'popular' friends would come over to the house, and I got to know them better, and we all kind-of came to realize that we weren't so 'foreign' to each other as we'd supposed. Not at all that I was glad my mother had died, but I was really enjoying the ways my horizons were expanding in our 'new family'. ***** Kelly and I both turned 18 the fall of our senior year; our birthdays were just over a week apart (just for the record -- she's older than me). "See," she smiled, "we have even more in common than we thought!" The night of my birthday, after all the candles were blown out, and birthday presents opened, songs sung and cake-and-ice-cream eaten, Kelly and I were chatting in her room. Kelly cocked her head sideways and said to me, "You know, you're nothing like what I expected you'd be." I laughed. "And just how did you 'expect me to be'?" "Well, I thought you were kind of a nerd, and that you'd be kinda weird, and awkward, and hard to relate to. But you're not like that at all." "Well, I'm glad I could exceed your expectations. I suppose I should say, since we're on the topic, that I was worried you'd be all, 'I'm so cool, and you're not' with me, and you're not at all like that, either. You're a really neat person, and I like you a lot." Kelly stopped and looked at me, thinking about what I'd just said. "Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me. I don't want to be all 'stuck-up', just because we've had different friends. I think you're pretty neat, and I like you, too." I went over to her, and gave her a hug -- as brotherly a hug as I could muster up, even though I was still pretty new to the whole 'brother' thing. "I think we're gonna be just fine," I said quietly. "Me too." ***** The other adjustment that needed to be made was simply having women in the house. Of course, I'd grown up with my mom, but Dad and I had been living a pretty Spartan existence for the past few years, and it was different -- in a good way, for sure -- having 'feminine touches' around the house again, and I'd never had a sister before, so that was all new. Even just having people in the house who smelled nice. There were the little 'daily life' things like the women's underwear hanging in the bathroom, that were definite markers that my life was different than it had been. And I didn't mind those at all, either. In fact, in an odd way that I couldn't really put my finger on, I found them interesting; exciting, even. One evening, shortly after my birthday, I was in the shower, when I heard the door open. "Who's there?" I called out. "It's just me," answered Kelly. "Um. . . I'm in the shower." "I know; I have to pee really bad. Hope you don't mind. Besides," she said, "we can't see through the curtain, anyway. You stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine." From the other side of the shower curtain, I could hear the sound of Kelly peeing. My penis stirred at the image in my brain. "Okay," I finally answered, "you stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine." I heard the toilet flush. Then, light appeared from around the end of the curtain. "I lied!" Kelly said, grinning wickedly as she peeked in on me, while I tried in vain to hide my nakedness, and the fact that my penis was semi-hard, from her. "Oooh!" she giggled, pointing at my cock. "Is that your. . . thing?" She only peeked for a few seconds before closing the curtain and leaving the bathroom, but it felt like she was checking me out for hours. And yet, oddly, once she'd left, I found myself more excited than flustered. ***** A few days later, Kelly and I were sitting in the living room watching a show on TV, when Michelle wandered through, dressed only in a filmy nightgown. Backlit by the light from the kitchen, it was completely see-through. I could clearly see her large, round boobs, with dark nipples at their tips, and how they bounced when she walked. I could see the curve of her hips, and even the cleft in her butt. And the dark, triangular patch at her crotch. I tried not to be too obvious about checking her out -- she was my step-mother, for heaven's sake! -- but even so, I could feel my breathing getting deeper and quicker, and blood rushing to my penis. It was the closest I'd ever been to seeing a real-live naked woman. When Michelle wandered back down the hall, Kelly ran after her. "Mom!" I heard her say, in a loud whisper, "Tim can see right through your nightgown!" "Oh, just settle down, dear," I heard her mother whisper back. "I doubt he was even paying attention." Kelly harrumphed. "Maybe," she said, "but I wouldn't be so sure." "I'll try to be more careful, dear," I heard her mother reassure her. "And thanks for looking out for me." Kelly came back to the living room, shaking her head and muttering. "I swear, it's like she forgets that it's more than just her and me living here." ***** Circumstances seemed to be conspiring to keep my sexual temperature elevated, all in the first few days after my 18th birthday. A few days after my step-mother's unintentional peep show, Kelly and I were talking in her room, with the door open. Her room was at the end of the hall on one side; mine was just up the hall from, hers. Dad and Michelle shared the master bedroom, which was next to Kelly's, on the other side of the hall. During a pause in our conversation, we heard a *click* as the door to our parents' room was locked, from the inside. Kelly and I looked at each other. "Really?" she asked in a low voice, of no one in particular. Then, grabbing me by the arm, she took me over by the bedroom door, and the two of us sat on the floor, on either side of the door to the master bedroom. "This could be fun," Kelly giggled, quietly. From the other side of the door, we could hear Michelle giggling, intermixed with a few exclamations of surprise, and 'Ooohs'. Before long, the sounds had morphed into purrs and moans and groans. Kelly and I grinned at each other mischievously. After the moans and groans went on for a while, we heard Michelle say something. I couldn't quite make it out, so I leaned over to Kelly. "What'd she say?" I whispered. Kelly was wide-eyed, and could barely contain herself. "She said, 'Put it in me!'" My eyes got wide with the realization that we were really and truly listening in on our parents having sex -- that Michelle was telling Dad to put his penis into her. From behind the door, the moaning and groaning took on a more rhythmic character, accompanied by the faint sound of squeaking bedsprings. Kelly slid over to where I was sitting, positioning herself in front of me, facing away from me. She had a far-away look on her face now, as she wrapped my arms around herself. As we continued to listen in on the rhythmic sexual sounds from behind the door, she moved my hands to cover her breasts, and instinctively, I began to caress and fondle them, kneading the soft, firm flesh through her bra and shirt. It didn't immediately occur to me, caught up as we both were in the erotic excitement of the situation, but I had never felt a real girl's boobs before. Once I did realize it, I was nearly overcome with the wonderful sensation of Kelly's full, firm young breasts, and I squeezed them with great relish. As I did, I could feel my penis swelling, straining to find room for itself inside my pants, and I instinctively ground it against Kelly's backside. The sounds from behind the door were getting more intense, and soon we heard Michelle, no longer able to keep her voice quiet, emit a long, tremulous wail. "Ooooooh, God!" she cried. "Ooooooh, God! Yes! Oh, yes!" And then we heard Dad make a loud grunt, as Michelle whimpered, "Oh, yeah, baby. . . you're coming in me. . . give me your cum. . . oh, yeah. . ." Hearing that, I very nearly came myself. Kelly stood up quickly, and pulled me up after her. "Come on," she whispered. "They're pretty much done. We don't want 'em to catch us here." So we went to a spot in the other end of the house, and when our parents emerged from their bedroom, clad in their flannel PJ's, we smiled sweetly at them, like we'd been there the whole time. ***** Kelly and I held onto the excitement of listening in on our parents for a few weeks afterward. We even got to repeat it a couple times. And each time, we ended with me feeling Kelly's boobs outside her clothes, grinding my erection against her butt. A couple weeks later, Dad and Michelle had to go to a wedding out of town, which Kelly and I weren't invited to, so the two of us had to stay home alone together. Aiming to keep us 'out of trouble', they assigned us the job of cleaning the attic while they were gone. Of course, we promised to be good, and to clean up our drunken party before they got home. They laughed at our lame little joke (more nervously than they really needed to, I thought), hugged us, then got in the car and left. For lack of anything better to do, Kelly and I decided to just head up to the attic and get started on our 'chore'. The attic was a mess, and we spent nearly an hour just trying to get things cleaned up enough to move around and get organized. Once we could move around more freely, we could talk more easily. At first, we were just forming our plan for how we were going to organize things, but before long, we were talking more casually. "What do you think about listening to my mom and your dad having sex?" Kelly asked. "Isn't it cool?" I chuckled nervously. "I can't believe they don't know we're doing it!" "Yeah, but we sure know that they're doing it!" We both laughed. Kelly continued, more earnestly now. "Have you ever had sex, Tim?" I looked at her, incredulously. "I can barely say three words to a girl, besides you, Kelly. Um. . . no; I've never had sex. But I bet you have, right?" Kelly seemed genuinely hurt. "Do you think that, because I'm popular, that I'm some kind of slut?" "Uh, no, Kelly, that's not what I meant at all," I backpedaled. "I'm sorry, I. . ." "That's okay," she said, with a soft smile. "It's not like there's no reason to think that. Lots of my friends have. But just for the record -- no, I've never had sex, either." I smiled to myself, pleased with her answer, though it shouldn't really have mattered to me. She continued. "But my mom thinks I must be having sex; she's had me on The Pill for two years. Isn't that weird -- a virgin on The Pill?" I chuckled; it was funny, and it made me wonder what Michelle was thinking. Not that it really mattered. "Do you wonder what it's like?" I asked. "Heck yes! I mean, I sit outside my parents' door, listening in on them. . ." "Good point. Me too. I mean, I'd love to have sex, but I have no idea how to go about it. I mean, I kinda know what to do, but. . . well, who'd want to have sex with me, anyway?" Kelly smiled at me, shyly. In a soft voice, she said, "I would." I was stunned. You could have knocked me over with a feather. "You. . . I mean. . . holy shit, Kelly. . . I mean. . . you would?" She nodded. "But. . . WHY?" Kelly chuckled to herself. "You're sweet. And you're a lot cooler than anyone knows. And you're not always trying to get something from me. You just like me for me. You know?" I was struck by the realization that what, to me, seemed like just plain common sense, and the right way to treat people, wasn't so common in the world Kelly had grown up in. And I realized that, the two of us having been thrown together because our parents had married each other a year ago, I had come to love her. A whole swirl of emotions was throwing me for a loop. "I've got an idea," Kelly said. "What's that?" "It's really cheesy." "Okay; what?" "Really, REALLY cheesy." "Okay, I get that it's cheesy; what the heck is your idea?" She looked at the attic floor and blushed. "How 'bout you show me yours and I show you mine?" I laughed out loud. "Yeah, that's pretty cheesy! I dunno, though; I mean, would it be right? We're practically brother and sister." "But we're not really, are we? We're not really related at all, except that my mom married your dad." "Hmmmmm; good point," I said, stroking my chin mock-thoughtfully. "So -- your place or mine?" "How about my place? At least -- this time," she said, with a wink. "That would be most agreeable to me," I said, and we headed down to Kelly's room. ***** Once we were inside Kelly's room, she closed the door behind us. "Okay," I began, "how do we start this? Who goes first?" "I dunno," she responded. "How 'bout you go first?" "But you peeked at me in the shower already, so you should go first." Kelly screwed her face into a perplexed look, and admitted, "You got me there. Okay -- first I'll show you my boobs, since you've already felt them." "Outside your clothes," I added. "Outside my clothes, yes. . . But you've never seen them." "True," I said, with the beginnings of a smirk. "But I've seen your mom's; does that count?" "Listen, buddy," she said, in mock-exasperation, "do you want to see my boobs, or not?" "Okay, okay," I laughed. "Please, dear sister -- may I see them?" "That's better," she replied. "Yes, you may." And with that, she grabbed her top by the waist, and peeled it off over her head. Her bra was a soft, flesh-colored one. I could see her nipples protruding against the fabric. Peeling the straps down over her shoulders, she looked at me trustingly, and peeled the cups down, exposing her beautiful breasts. I gasped, ever-so-slightly. They were wonderful -- round and full and firm, almost as big as her mother's, and standing out proudly from her chest. Her nipples were reddish-brown, a bit more than an inch in diameter. I gazed on them with unfeigned wonder. "Do you like them?" "I like them a lot," I said, my voice tinged with awe. "They are beautiful. Can I touch them?" She nodded, and I moved in close to hold her naked torso in my arms. I spun her around in front of me, so I could fondle her boobs from behind, kneading their soft firmness, with no layers of clothing interposed. Kelly pulled away, briefly. "Can I take you shirt off?" she asked. "I want to feel your skin against mine." I quickly agreed, and a few seconds later, I held her naked torso against my own, while she slid her breasts back and forth against my naked chest, savoring the sensation of her nipples furrowing through my chest hair. We luxuriated in that first skin-on-skin sensation for a long time, until finally Kelly reluctantly pulled away from me. "Okay -- your turn," she pronounced, giggling. "I wanna see more than two seconds' worth, this time." I inhaled sharply. I had never purposefully shown my penis to anybody. I'd taken public showers with other guys, sure, but that wasn't done with the intent of, 'here, look at my penis', you know? But Kelly had been bold enough (and trusting enough) to show me her boobs, and her boldness and trust spurred me on, to where I wanted to show her, to withhold nothing from her. Our mutual nakedness was becoming a bonding thing between us. I unbuckled my belt, slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, and peeled them down my legs, until I was standing in front of her wearing nothing but my briefs. My erection was standing straight out in front of me, making a tent of the front of my briefs. Kelly was gazing at my tautly stretched underwear, and the spreading circle of fluid at the tip, with utter fascination. With her eyes, she urged me to go ahead and complete my task. So I peeled my briefs down, stretching the elastic waistband to clear my erection, displaying my eager young manhood to Kelly's gaze. Just for fun, I clenched my pelvic muscles, causing it to twitch and jump for her, and she recoiled from it slightly, as if it were a living thing. Slowly, she reached for it, tentatively. "Go ahead," I urged her. "Touch it. I'd really like it if you did." Kelly took my straining erection in her small feminine hands. At first, she just held it, as if inspecting it, then she began to explore it more earnestly, stroking her hands lightly along the shaft and head, and smearing the slippery fluid that was oozing from the tip, all along the length and girth. "It's wonderful," she breathed. "It's almost like it's alive." I sat down on the edge of her bed, and let her play with her new toy to her heart's delight. Eventually, she discovered my balls, and once I'd admonished her to treat them very gently, she seemed to enjoy them, as well. When she had finished her explorations of my penis, at least for the time being, she stood up. "My turn again," she sighed, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her own jeans. I stopped her. "May I?" I asked. She smiled. "Of course." I unbuttoned the front of her jeans and peeled them down her legs, leaving only her panties between herself and complete nakedness. Grasping the elastic waistband of her panties, I looked into her eyes. She nodded, and I peeled her panties off her, leaving her completely naked before my adoring gaze, as naked as I was. First Steps Her pubic hair was thick and curly, and my nostrils were inundated by the musky scent of her aroused young womanhood. I hadn't anticipated that; it added a rich layer to the experience of exploring Kelly's naked body for the very first time. I brought her down onto the bed beside me, and we lay alongside each other, with my face by her groin, and her face by mine, so we could explore each other's private parts simultaneously. She resumed stroking my cock and caressing my balls, while I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, and traced along her labia. The intricate folds of her vulva were infinitely more interesting than my inexperienced preconceptions had been. I found the hard little nubbin at the top end of her opening, and it seemed to excite her when I played with that. Finally, with my fingertip I probed tenderly into her opening, finding it wet, and smooth and warm. I explored all around inside her, encountering all manner of delightful unseen features, some of which caused her to moan with pleasure. When we'd played with each other like that for a while, Kelly paused and looked toward me. "Would it be awful," she asked, tentatively, "if I wanted to kiss your. . . thing?" "I don't think so," I answered. "In fact, I think I'd like that a lot." So Kelly rolled over and kissed the head of my erection softly. She licked her lips, and went back to kiss it again. Soon, she had my entire cockhead inside her mouth, and was running her tongue all around it, creating intense sensations that had me on the edge of my first orgasm with a woman. I pulled back from her mouth. "Kelly," I told her, "I'm just about to come, and I don't want the first one to be in your mouth. How about if you just keep stroking it until I come?" "Okay," she agreed, and re-commenced stroking my cock with her hands. In short order, I felt my balls swell up. "Kelly," I said, "I'm. . ." Before I could finish my sentence, I came. Thick white fluid exploded from the tip of my cock, splashing onto my belly, onto Kelly's hands and arms, even some of it into her hair. Kelly looked at me, laughing in pure surprise. "What was that?" she asked. "Did you come?" "Uh-huh." "Well that was fun! That gooey white stuff just came shooting out of you!" "Uh-huh," I answered, as if in a daze. "Well, it was really cool!" "Glad you liked it. Can I make you come now?" "Sure! You want me to show you how?" "Um. . . sure!" "Okay," she said, and took my hand, positioning it over her opening. Then, using my hand virtually as a sex toy, she showed me how she could get herself off. At the end, she was gasping and panting and shuddering, not so differently from how I did when I got myself off. And I understood a little better how her 'girl parts' worked. "Ahh!" she sighed. "That was nice! Thanks for helping." "Ummmmm. . ." I began, tentatively, "would it be OK for me to kiss you. . . you know. . . down there?" "Ooooh," she replied, virtually as if the thought had never occurred to her. "That sounds like fun. Go ahead! I want to see what it feels like." So I placed myself between her legs and cupped her butt-cheeks in my hands. At first, I just kissed and nuzzled all around her pubes -- nuzzling her pubic hair, nibbling at her labia, which she seemed to like. But when I made broad, ice-cream licks all along the length of her opening, she really began to squirm and writhe, so I kept doing that. She was moving around so much that I had to work to keep my tongue in the right position against her, but it seemed that I was producing some VERY pleasurable sensations for her. "Oh, yeah!" she cried out. "Oh god -- that's incredible! Keep doing that! Just like that! Oh, god. . ." She made a little strangled sound in her throat, as she began thrashing wildly on the bed, quivering and moaning through another climax. Afterward, she was gasping for breath. "My god!" she said. "That was incredible! I've never felt anything like that before! We'll have to do that one again!" Her words made me smile, through the fragrant coating of her vaginal juices glistening on my face. I had no idea what I'd done, exactly. But I had evidently done it well. And I was finding that giving her pleasure was more pleasurable for me than my own pleasure. By that time, we were both starting to doze off. I desperately wanted to keep the sexual momentum going, but Kelly was, for the moment, clearly exhausted. And, if I was honest with myself, so was I. So we spooned together in her bed, with her back against my chest. I cupped my free hand over her breast, and we drifted off to sleep. ***** I don't know how long we slept. When I stirred half-awake, it was still dark out. I was still spooned against Kelly's back, but my erection had returned, and was probing between the cheeks of her ass. Absent-mindedly, I began to knead her soft, firm breast again, and to grind my penis against the cleft of her ass. I wasn't really meaning to wake her up, but in the fullness of time, she came awake, and rolled over towards me. "Hi," I greeted her. "Hi yourself." "Did you have a good nap?" "Mmm-hmm. Now, then," she said, as she grabbed my cock, "where were we?" "Well," I said, "as I recall, we were considering this small matter of sexual intercourse." "Oh yeah; now I remember," she giggled. "So -- do you still want to do it?" "God, yes! If you could make me come like that with just your mouth, I want to know what it feels like to really DO IT." "Me, too. . ." No sooner had the words left my mouth than Kelly rolled over on top of me, sliding her body smoothly along the length of mine -- her breasts against my chest, her legs against my legs, and her pubic hair against my groin. She sat up on top of me, just enough to offer her breasts to my mouth, and I accepted her invitation eagerly, licking and sucking her abundant fleshy orbs, while she purred happily at the sensations. Finally, I could feel her furry opening pressing gently against my cockhead. I felt her vaginal lips part as the head of my cock nudged between them, like a kiss. We paused, and looked into each other's eyes, as if to ask each other one last time if we really wanted to go through with this. For long seconds, we searched each other's faces for permission to continue. Or, conversely, permission to back out. Finally, I raised my head enough to kiss her. "I love you, Kelly," I whispered. "Whatever you want is OK with me." She smiled back at me. Without saying a word, she continued to press herself onto me, until my entire cockhead was inside her, then an inch of my shaft. My mind was reeling with the intense sensations, as I felt my erect penis sliding into a woman's vagina for the first time in my life. Her pussy was so warm, so smooth, so wet and slippery. I wanted to crawl up inside her and live there. Kelly groaned at the sensation of feeling me, or any man, inside herself for the first time. She paused for a moment in her progress down my shaft, and began to wiggle her hips, as if trying to work me into herself. Then, she whimpered as the resistance, whatever it had been, gave way, and soon I was all the way inside her. I felt my balls nudging against her backside, I felt my pubic bone bumping against hers, and her pubic hair tangling with mine, while inside her, my cockhead was probing to the far deepest corners of her. Nothing had ever felt so good in all my life as being wrapped in the tight, warm embrace of Kelly's vagina. Slowly, she ground her hips in little circles, while I instinctively pressed my cock up into her. I didn't really know what I was doing at all. Partly, since Kelly was on top, I was letting her take the lead, and partly, I just wanted to savor the sensations of being inside her for as long as possible, and not come too soon. But Kelly was enjoying the sensations of her first time, too, and before long, she was grinding herself against me at a furious pace, gasping and panting and groaning with pleasure. She rolled her head back, and her breasts jiggled most alluringly as she began to twitch and writhe through her orgasm, her first one on a man's penis, crying out as she did. "Oh, Tim. . . I'm coming. . . oh my God, I'm coming. . . Come with me, Tim. . ." Kelly's climax was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen. It quickly pushed me over the edge, and I gave in to my own orgasm. With a loud groan, I released my sperm into Kelly's womb. Great spurts of my cum shot out the end of my cock and into my beloved step-sister, in time with the waves of my orgasm. Kelly collapsed on top of me, and I continued grinding my hips into her, almost instinctively, for a few more minutes, until at last, we were both utterly sexually spent, and we drifted back to sleep. ***** The next time we awakened, the sun was bright in the sky. Finding Kelly's naked body still snuggled happily against me, I stirred her gently. She rolled toward me. "Good morning, lover," she drawled. "Good morning. You're wonderful." "YOU'RE wonderful," she teased. "And neither one of us is a virgin anymore." "I'm glad. And I'm glad I did it with you." "I'm glad, too. Thanks for being my first. It was the most special it could ever possibly be." "Mmm-hmm; and thanks for being my first, too." I held her naked body close to mine again, savoring once more the amazing sensation of her skin against mine. And my cock was becoming erect once more, and pressing between her legs, along the lips of her vagina. "What do you wanna do?" I asked her. "I dunno; what do YOU wanna do?" I laughed. "Well, we're both here. And we're both naked. And the only way we're gonna get any better at this sex thing is to keep practicing." "Mmmmmm. . . practice makes perfect, I always say." "Indeed it does." I rolled on top of her this time, and she guided my erection into herself with her hands. I rolled my hips forward, driving my rod into the deepest part of her. A blissful look settled onto Kelly's face, and she thrust herself back against my movements. A couple times, I felt her clenching her vaginal muscles around my shaft, and that sensation drove me absolutely wild. Soon, I could feel my balls starting to swell, and I knew that I'd be coming again soon, so I drove my cock one more time, to the deepest part of her, and held it there, while she squeezed me with her pelvic muscles again, which just pulled my orgasm right out of me. "Oh God," I cried. "Kell. . ." And with a groan, I came into her once again. ***** I don't know how many more times we had sex that weekend. I just know that neither of us could get enough -- of sex, or of each other. It seemed like every time we finished one session, we were ready to start again. We had sex in Kelly's bed, in my bed, on the living room couch, even on the kitchen floor. And Sunday morning, when we knew Dad and Michelle would be home in just a few hours, we did it in their bed, which, besides how 'naughty' it felt, just seemed to bring everything full circle, since the whole thing had started when we listened to our parents having sex in that very bed. We even got the attic cleaned (and come to think of it, we did it in the attic, too); when Dad and Michelle got home that evening, Kelly and I were watching TV. "Did you guys have a good weekend?" Michelle asked. Kelly answered nonchalantly, "Sure." "What did you do?" Dad inquired. "Well, we cleaned the attic," I offered. "And we played some games," Kelly added. "Yeah -- we had a good time." Our parents smiled. "It's good to know that we can leave the two of you for a weekend, and you'll be OK," Michelle offered. "Hey, no big deal," I replied, as Kelly and I grinned at each other. Michelle turned to Dad. "Hey, what do you say we go to bed early tonight?" "Sounds like the best idea I've heard all day." Kelly and I rolled our eyes. Oh, those newlyweds. . . ***** It's been a few months since Kelly and I initiated each other into the wonders of sex, and it hasn't gotten any less wonderful in the meantime. We've had sex together whenever we could. Which is really pretty often, since both Dad and Michelle work; we can usually count on a couple of available hours in the afternoons. And we can still listen in on them pretty much any time we want (although it's usually more fun to just do it ourselves). They've left us for a couple more weekends, as well, so we're getting lots of practice at the whole sex thing. And we're getting pretty good at it, if I may say so myself. Our senior year is nearly over, and we're trying to figure out what to do next. Most likely, we'll both just stay at home and go to the junior college. Why mess with a good thing, right? Kelly and I are starting to think about actually getting married someday; I don't know if it's even legal for a step-brother-and-sister to marry each other. Realistically though, even if it is, it's still pretty far off. But we've already lived together for over a year, and as I write this, I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend my life with than her. . .