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Loving Sam

By: SweetDakota



I sat on the stool at the bar, slamming down my fourth of fifth, maybe even sixth, Captain and Coke. God, that dress was unbearable. I wanted nothing more to rip off the frilly sunflower yellow material squeezing my sides like a corset. I asked the bartender for another and he cocked his head at me.

"Don't judge me," I snapped. And he went back to pouring another drink.

It was my sister's wedding. The other bridesmaids were on the dance floor, groomsmen letting loose, my sister dancing away with her guests. I took another swig of the cold drink and groaned, letting my head fall in my hands, elbows propped on the bar counter.

"Hannah?" I heard a soft voice ask. I looked up to see my brother, his blue eyes full of concern. "Are you okay?"

I sat up straight. "Totally." Another gulp.

Sam looked over at the bartender to motion that I've had enough and the bald man nodded in agreement.

"You're drunk," he said.

"Am not." Truth was, I wasn't even close to being drunk. Ten more of these and maybe, just maybe I could be intoxicated enough to numb the pain stabbing at my heart. And then, I reasoned, I could go up to Sam's cousin, the decent looking one with a full head of hair, and tell him we should fuck. Just like that. That's how I'd say it: Hey Jeremy, let's fuck.

Sam stroked his long fingers against my back. "You sure?"

"Yes," I muttered, and raised the glass to my lips again. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Wasn't it bad enough he married my sister? He knew how crazy I was about him. He knew how high maintenance Hayley was. He knew my sister would have it all--a couple of kids, a big house with a white picket fence, a dog named Spot and the life I'd always dreamed of...with the man I'd always dreamed of.

Sam worked for my father, the president of a small company that manufactured glass. Sam had quickly worked his way up the ladder, which impressed my dad immensely. He invited Sam over for dinner one evening in the fall, and my sister had pounced on him like a panther would attack unsuspecting prey. And who could blame him? She was beautiful. Hayley had always been beautiful. Prom queen. Voted best smile. Captain of the cheerleading squad. The only reason people know I existed in high school was because I was Hayley Daniels' little sister.

I sighed and stood up, turning around to face the crowd of dancers, resting against my elbows on the bar. Sam stood by, too, his concerning eyes studied me carefully.

"Go enjoy your wedding," I forced a smile and he mustered one back, but neither of us meant it. His blue eyes had glazed over with some other emotion--pity, maybe? Understanding that we couldn't be together? Isn't that what he had said only days ago?

Sam squeezed my hand. "I'm sorry, Hannah." His bow was untied and the top two buttons on his tux were undone, too. I half-smiled and gazed into his eyes for a moment before letting them linger over his body. Sam was...hot. No way around it. He was gorgeous. His floppy brown curls fell on his soft face, that square jaw dawned soft stubble, his pink lips pressed in a soft line. I sighed again, studying his face, the face of the man I was in love with.

"I better go ask Jeremy to dance," I said, standing tall, pressed the wrinkles out of my dress and offered Sam the fakest smile my lips would give. He pushed my blond tousled curls out of my face, and let his thumb rest against my cheek.

"Please don't." His voice was weaker now, his face fell into a frown. God, how could even a frown be sexy? "You're too good for him."

"It doesn't matter, Sam." I offered. "You're married. To my sister. For life." I emphasized and pointed back to her. The rest of the party seemed oblivious to the two of us.

He groaned. "I had to, Han. We've been over this." And I know he did. He couldn't just not marry her. It was the next logical step. He certainly couldn't break up with one sister and marry the other. And he would inherit my dad's company...the entanglements were endless.

"Still stings," I told him, tears trying to prick my hazel eyes. "So let me go dance with Jeremy. And have uninhibited sex with him, so for tonight, I can just forget what really happened." I started to walk, but Sam's arm grabbed me before I could make it any further.

I turned around, a scowl on my face. "Sam, really!" I raised my voice to protest, but he led me out of the hotel's ballroom and into the hallway. He pressed me against the wall in the lobby, his hands on either side of my shoulders. My heart was racing.

"Hannah, I said no."

My mouth went dry. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest and my knees would give out. Of all the close contact I'd had with Sam, why was this different?

"You," I got out before licking my lips, "You aren't my husband." His blue eyes burned like I had never seen them before. I didn't even know what it meant. He grabbed my hand and pulled me, led me down the hallway to the elevators and pressed the button to go up.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a hushed whisper.

He didn't react, just waited for the elevator, squeezing my hand, leading me in behind him. He pressed the button for the 19th floor, where his honeymoon suite was located.

"What--" was all I got out before he pinned me against the elevator wall. His nose was pressed to mine, his fingers traced my jaw line, his lips were only inches from mine. I gulped, my breath had quickened.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered, his lips close to my ear then, his hands ran through my curls until he found the holder and let my hair fall against my shoulders. I had heard the words often, but when Sam said it, I believed it. Oh my god, my heart was pounding out of my chest, this cannot be happening.

All that time my sister dated Sam, never did he come so close. We exchanged heated glances, flirted with suggestive texts, sent a few intimate photos. The night he confided in me about my sister's low sex drive had left me hot and bothered...just like right now.

The elevator doors flung open and he led me down the hall to the room. He swiped his key and swooped me up, like a groom carrying his bride through a threshold. Oh god, it was so wrong, but so incredibly hot...

Sam let me fall to my feet before he walked over to reveal the city skyline. It was breathtaking. I stood in awe of the view while Sam towered behind me, his fingers unzipping the dress, letting me breathe for the first time in hours. I shimmied out of the gown and stood in a lacy white strapless bra and matching hipster panties. Sam placed a soft kiss on my shoulder while his fingers explored every inch of my exposed flesh. There was a burning in between my thighs that grew stronger and more demanding with every passing second. Sam hooked his thumbs under my panties at my hips and pushed them down gently, touching the curve of my backside as he did. He knelt behind me, kissing his way down, nuzzling against me. He placed kisses on either cheek and as my panties reached my feet, he nudged my ankles to step out of them. I complied, too numb to protest, too entranced by him to stop. I felt his erection dig into my hip as he stood beside me, unhooking my bra and letting it gently fall to the ground, where my panties lay.

"Turn." He breathed, huskily, wantonness in his voice. I turned to face him, his eyes locked on mine for a moment before he placed a soft, chaste kiss on my lips. His fingers were on my shoulders, drawing imaginary lines down my chest, around my breasts, his thumbs brushed over my nipples, which perked up at the attention. Christ, I wanted him so badly. My fingers instinctively reached for his crotch and he gave a soft groan as I did. I stepped closer to him, his hands kneading my breasts, as I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped him and felt his cock throbbing. I pulled him into my hands, wrapping them around his length and he filled my hands completely as he stepped out of his pants.

"Photos don't do you justice," I mumbled, my lips biting at his neck, one hand moving from his cock, up his tight stomach to rub his nipple gently. He let out a hiss and moved his hand to the back of my neck, forcing me to look into his blazing blue eyes. 

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you," he breathed, and with that, picked me up, while I kicked off my heels, and carried me over to the king bed where he would lay next to my sister hours later. He kissed me, his tongue explored my mouth, my tongue danced against his, massaging each other, speaking a language of their own, as I started to unbutton the rest of his shirt. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he slipped out of his boxers. My hands moved to his hair, twisting knots in it as he kissed me, and then I felt it. His fingers tracing along my bare pussy lips, teasing me gently, torturing me slowly. I was wet with excitement and his fingers danced along my slit, not giving me the pleasure it so achingly needed.

I pulled away from his mouth for a minute. "Please, Sam," I begged and he slipped two fingers inside of the juicy hole he dreamed of. I moaned into his mouth, encouraging him that he felt good there. He tread carefully, pulling his fingers meticulously in and out of me, sliding around, his thumb strumming my clit. My whole body responded in pleasure, every last inch of me feeling on fire. Good god this was fantastic...

He pulled his fingers out of me a minute and offered them to my lips. I smiled and sucked hungrily, tasting myself on his fingers and he grinned, flashing that lovable smile at me, before leaning down to kiss me, tasting me, my pussy and his saliva on my lips.

Sam slowly crept down my body, sinking to his knees, pulling me by my thighs to the edge of the bed. He nudged my legs open wider and licked at my ankle, my calf, the back of my knee to my inner thigh. He told me once my sister hated him going down on her, but it was a pleasure he enjoyed immensely. I was not about to disappoint...

Back to reality. He kissed my pouty pussy lips and swirled his tongue around the outside before taking his fingers to spread me open. I fought the urge to moan out, but he quickly dived his tongue into me, darting in and out, tonguefucking me. I lost it. I lost all control of my body. I moaned loudly, grabbed the sheets on his wedding bed as he ate hungrily, sucking at my pussy, his tongue moving to flick against my hardened clit. I wouldn't last long. I was going to come soon. He worked harder, slipping a finger inside me while he nibbled at my clit. This was heaven. He replaced his tongue with his thumb, rubbing small circles on my aching clit while he licked his way back down...but he didn't stop. He pulled me closer, his nose resting on top of my pussy, and darted his tongue against my ass.

"Oh my god!" I squealed, my body instantly moving away from him, but his hands were digging into my hips.

"Stay," he ordered and his tongue traced circles gently outside of my puckered hole. Jesus, it was such a foreign feeling....but it felt so good. He dipped his tongue back in, sank two fingers inside of my pussy and worked at me.

"S-Sam," I stuttered, feeling my body start to rise against him.

"Yes, baby," he growled, licking back up to my pussy, and sinking one finger into my tight ass opening. I groaned, and he fervently began to lap at my clit, one finger in my ass, two in my pussy and he munched hungrily. I was going to come.

"I'm gonna---I'm gonnaaa..." I moaned, feeling my climax building, the feeling of my holes being filled too much for my body to take. My hips bucked against him, the muscles in my belly clenched and I faintly remember my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "Cumming!" I yelled, my feet kicking against him as he held tight to me, drinking me in, each lap of his tongue sending shock waves through my body. I shook violently, feeling so completely full of pleasure, so completely in need of that release, my heart racing, my face was flushed. I couldn't catch my breath for what seemed like ages, but as I jerked away, Sam kept his face pressed there until I stopped shaking.

Slowly, he climbed back on top of me and kissed me. What a snowball of a kiss it was. The taste of my juices in his mouth---it was enough to make me want to come again. I pushed up against him, and wrestled him momentarily, until I was on top of him, my hips straddling his, pushing his hands above his head. I kissed his lips and jaw and neck and chest and licked my down his flat tummy until his eager erection met my lips.

"Hannah-" he whispered, my lips wrapping around his cock, just to wet his head with saliva. This was something else my sister didn't do, I remembered. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and licked him, slowly. Every lick sent a reflex to his cock, which moved in my hand to my pleasure. I stroked him slowly, feeling moisture seep out and wiped that gently off with my finger, licking it off of my index, looked at him and bit my lip. His hips moved under my mouth and his cock throbbed...hard. He was aching for me.

"Please." It wasn't a request so much as a command. A command to relieve him. I dove in, my mouth glued to his cock, sucking, licking, swirling my tongue around him, saliva slipping out past my tongue, dribbling onto my chin. My hand stroked him simultaneously, furiously, I wanted to taste him so badly.

"Agggh," escaped his lips when I moved my free hand down to gently cup his heavy cum-filled balls. I looked up at him, and he moved to sit up, to look into my eyes as I sucked him off.

"Coming soon," he breathed, his hands pressed to the back of my head, guiding him into my mouth deeper, letting his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I grinned with a mouth full of cock, looking up at him. He was biting his lip, too. Christ...so hot. I assaulted his cock with my mouth, and sucked at him hard, longingly, and he moaned, I felt his cock twitch against my tongue.

"Now!" He growled, and a flood of hot cum poured into my mouth. I wrapped my lips tighter around him, not letting any of his seed escape. I swallowed and swallowed as it continued to pour out an endless supply of semen. I licked his head clean and kissed him slowly, snaking my way back up to his lips, and kissed him. He still tasted like me and I pushed my tongue, coated with his cum, into his mouth and our tongues meshed against each other, savoring our oral sex.

I pulled away, finally, collapsing on the bed next to him, my head resting on his chest. He brushed my hair back and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"I love you, Hannah." I opened my mouth to return the sentiment, but at that very moment, there was a movement of the doorknob.

"Sammy," we heard my sister's voice coo. "Unlock the deadbolt, baby. Are you okay?"

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Loving Sam Ch. 02



Note: Thank you for all the feedback on Loving Sam's start. I welcome any and all comments that you readers have--both positive and negative! If you catch something out of place or have any questions, please send me a message! I'm more than happy to address any concerns, etc. Thanks, LitLovers! ;) 

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A look of panic swept across my face. "Fuck!" I whispered and the two of us dashed out of bed and started to dress as fast as we could.

"Sam?" We heard a male's voice on the other side of the door. Who the hell is that? My hands were fumbling as quickly as my hands would allow, but my zipper was stuck. Sam stopped a moment to zip me up and placed a kiss on my shoulder.

"Ryan," he said, as if reading my mind.

"Coming!" Sam called and looked at me, adding, "That's what she said."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't suppress the grin. "That's what I said," I replied smugly.

Sam waggled his eyebrows at me and unlocked the door, letting my sister and Sam's best man, Ryan, in.

"Sam!" My sister yelped and leapt at him. Her husband was taken aback by the abrupt gesture and held her. "Hayley," he whispered, surprised at her sudden movement, and helped her stand up straight. 

Ryan looked over at where I was awkwardly standing against the dresser. My hands and feet were fidgeting. I gave him a faint smile and immediately felt paranoid—did everyone know? Could Ryan tell what had just happened in here moments ago? I felt like he could. I felt like Hayley could. I felt like the whole world knew what a homewrecking slut I was. I had to get out of here.

"What were you doing up here?" Hayley asked. Sam had lied her down on the bed and helped her out of her shoes.

"Stomach. Hannah came up to check on me," he offered and she smiled at me.

"Thanks, Han. You're such a good sister—to me and now to Sam!" She beamed and touched Sam's face at the words. I felt like vomiting, but I mustered back a weak smile.

"My work here is done," I said before exiting. Ryan jumped at the opportunity to get out of this increasingly awkward situation.

"Mine, too" he said, quickly walking behind me and letting the door slam behind us. I heard my sister start to giggle and Sam's boyish laughter filled the space we were leaving. In that very moment, I wanted to die. I wanted to literally expire at the thought of those two being together, but who was I kidding?

Ryan Bell and I walked in an awkward silence back to the elevator. He stood 6'5", 220 pounds of pure toned muscle, with dark hazel eyes that blended perfectly with his tanned skin. His shaggy blond hair was worn in a faux-hawk, which I had always detested, but Ryan Bell and his David Beckham-like appearance could pull it off. On all accounts, Ryan was sexy, too. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't taken my turn crushing on the unattainable Ryan Bell-- Ryan had been a basketball star in high school, class president, and valedictorian of Hayley's class. Two years my senior, he drove the fastest car, had the savviest ambitions of being a lawyer and was the nicest guy you would ever meet. He had to be gay.

"I still can't believe Sam finally did it," Ryan said, holding the elevator doors open for me. My heart froze. "I just mean, I can't believe Sam actually got married. I never thought I would see the day!" Ryan flashed an adorable grin at me and I smiled back.

"My sister is one lucky girl," I offered, relieved Ryan didn't seem aware of what had just happened. "There aren't many guys like Sam anymore."

"That's true. But, Hannah, c'mon—where do you think he learned all that charm? This guy right here." He pointed at himself and I had to laugh.

"If you say so, Ryan."

"What?" He gave me an exaggerated hurt look. "You don't think I'm charming?"

"I never said that."

"Then what is it?"

I stood there, watching the numbers light up on the elevator floors, nearing the third floor where both my and Ryan's rooms were located.

"Hannah, what?"

I bit my lip. "Well, um, aren't you gay?"

Ryan let out a loud laugh. "Gay? Why? What makes you think that?!"

I shrugged, suddenly feeling very embarrassed and self-conscious. "I-I don't know. You just never had many girlfriends in high school and come on—look at you. You're hot. What gives?"

He smirked and moved towards me. At once, I felt a charge of electricity between us, followed by an overwhelming desire to explore Ryan's tattooed body.

"I'm a gentleman, Miss Daniels. I take pride in my metrosexuality. But that doesn't mean I don't know how to please a woman."

I felt my pulse climbing. "I bet."

"For instance," he said, stroking the side of my face lightly, "I want you to know that you, my darling, are quite breathtakingly gorgeous."

"Thank you," I said weakly.

"But I want to rip your dress off and fuck you right here, in this elevator. I want that tight shrine between your legs," he reached down against my crotch and teasingly left his palm there, "to envelop my cock and milk me dry."

My heart stopped. "W-what?"

"You heard me," he growled and in an instant, his lips met mine and he devoured at my mouth hungrily. I placed my hand around his tie, bringing him closer to me. Ryan's kissing was phenomenal, too much for me. My head was spinning. What would he say if he knew I had just taken his best friend's load there only a short while ago? Why was I kissing him back? Was it my built up sexual frustration? The interruption of my sister and Ryan just as I was planning on fucking Sam with abandon? And just as quickly as it had started, he stopped.

"But," he said, standing up straight and adjusting his tie, "I believe in chivalry. A gentleman would ask the lady to join him for dinner first."

I frowned, baffled. He smirked and led me down the hallway towards the block of rooms reserved for my sister's wedding guests. "Key?" He asked, gesturing for my room key. I opened my clutch and gave it to him, and as he swiped access into my room, I felt incredibly alive. Two men? In one night? How slutty could I be? Maybe the better question was how slutty I was willing to be? 

"Goodnight, Hannah. Sweet dreams," he said, placing a kiss on the side of my cheek and trotted down the hallway. 

What the fuck? 

In the shower, I mulled over everything that happened--finally being with Sam, the taste of his cum, the feeling of his tongue inside of me. The thoughts warmed me between my legs. And then I remembered the adrenaline in almost getting caught--Hayley's voice at the door, the dashing Ryan stepping in behind her. And Ryan. My god Ryan Bell! His forwardness in the elevator...

Without realizing it, I had my fingers exploring my bare pussy in the shower. Lightly caressing myself, feeling incredibly turned and on and inexplicably horny. Yes, Sam had been here....but yes, I had wanted Ryan in here, too. I thrust two fingers deep inside of me at the thought of taking the two of them at once, Sam's cock filling my mouth, Ryan fucking me from behind. The slutty ambitions I held for wanting both of those men to fill my holes...it was electrifying. I gripped the bar of the hotel's shower and forced my fingers in deeper, water cascading around me, the steam only adding to my arousal. 

"Yes, fuck me," I whispered, feeling how close I was, my fingers darting in and out quickly. "Yes! Like that!" I moaned and felt the familiar climbing in my legs, picturing Ryan gripping my hips and spanking my ass while Sam plunged his cock in and out of my mouth. I imagined them cumming at the same time--Ryan deep inside of me and Sam shooting his load down my mouth again. I came at the the thought, too--shuddered, feeling my climax, my pussy throbbing around my fingers and I closed my eyes, deep in thought, too numb to move. 

As I laid curled up in the hotel room, I glanced at my phone: two unread text messages. 

From: Sam Jackson

Sunday, July 15, 2012 1:08 A.M.

I got off in the shower thinking about us again. I love you. 

My heart melted. Sweet Sam. Sweet, married Sam. 

From: Ryan Bell 

Sunday, July 15, 2012 1:30 AM

Dinner on Thursday. I'd like you for dessert. 

A wicked grin spread across my lips. Why bothering replying to either text tonight? They could certainly wait, right? 

I drifted off to sleep, sexy thoughts of two sexy men filling my dreams that quickly turned into a nightmare about Hayley discovering Sam and me together.



Loving Shelly



**This is a true story shared with me...written to say thanks to all the "Shellys" out there who take the time to really help someone feel comfortable in a new relationship.**

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Married, and deeply in love with my husband, but strongly curious about sex with another woman. That’s where my head was just about everyday, especially after meeting Shelly.

Shelly came to work for our office about 6 months ago. She was so personable in the interview, and with great credentials, my law partner and I had no hesitations in hiring her. I had never thought about a sexual relationship with another female till Shelly began openly sharing her recent relationship troubles with us at lunch one day. After she shared her story, I kept getting images of her with another woman. My thoughts were obsessed with her. She was not a strikingly gorgeous woman, but she had certain qualities about her that made you want to look at her and be with her. She was open and sensitive, and truly great fun.

We were out shopping one day, and Shelly was trying on dresses for a party she was going to attend. I was browsing the clothes racks near the dressing room waiting for her to come out, when I heard her call out my name. She called me in the dressing room, and announced she had ripped the dress trying to get the zipper down. Now in a panic she needed help to get the rest of the way out of the dress. After calming her down, I was then able to get the zipper down, and Shelley could then remove the dress. As she removed the dress over her head, I discovered she had taken off her bra to try on the dress. Now standing before me in only her white lacy thong panties, I could not take my eyes off of her . She was breath taking and very sexy. I tried to shake any sexual thoughts from my head, but before I could, Shelly sought out my eyes and knew I was staring at her.

“Disapprove of my not wearing a bra?” she asked.

“No, no. I just was thinking how pretty you look standing there like that.” I said to her in return. I wasn’t sure how she would take it, but the words were now out.

“Thanks.” She said. “It’s nice to hear every now and then.”

“Shelly you are so pretty and very sexy.” I wanted so bad to just touch her breasts. They were so firm, and her nipples were now erect from the cool air of the dressing room. While overwhelmed at how I felt, I knew if I didn’t tell her how I felt, I never would.

“Shelly, I have to tell you I found you so sexually attractive. And being married, and never thinking about a woman in this way, I am not sure how to express myself.” There, it was out. I wanted her, needed her, and she needed to know it.

“I have know you were interested in me for a while. But knowing you were married, I wanted you to be the one to initiate things.” Shelly, grabbed my hand, and added, “The best you can do, is just say how you feel, and what you are thinking. My being a female is a fact, but I am a person first.”

I turned around, and started out the dressing room door, now afraid of really making a fool of myself. But as I left, I shared with her, “Shelly, I have thought about you for weeks. Wondering what it would be like to be with you. Struggling in my head where I was with my sexuality. Why was I suddenly interested in a bisexual relationship? I know that may sound stupid, but that’s where my head has been. I love my husband, and have no intention of hurting him, but at the same time, I have been almost obsessed with thoughts of you. And I have never been with a woman, so how would that affect things? I guess I have been confused with my thoughts, but I just wanted to let you know how I felt.” I then headed out of the dressing room.

I waited for Shelly to come out of the dressing room, and she came over and grabbed my hand, and simply said, “Thanks for you honesty. And thanks for the zipper help.” She smiled, and I knew it was her of making me feel more relaxed. That’s how Shelly is.

We headed back to the office, and finished the work day without anymore discussions. As I finished up in my office, and was preparing to leave for the evening, Shelly came in and sat down. “I want to ask you something,” she said.

“OK.”

“If I asked you to come to my house for dinner, without your husband, would you come? Would you come knowing that perhaps something might happen between us? I think we both know what we want, but I think we need to reach out to each other at the same time. You have a relationship, and it is not my intention to hurt that. And you have issues with never being with a woman. The feelings are out there. I think we need to explore them together.”

I thought about what she had said, and knew I wanted her more than ever. I was so drawn to her sensitivity and sweetness. I didn’t have to think long, and told her I would, but that she needed to remember my non experience level. She chuckled, as only Shelly could, and reassured me she would make sure she had reading material on bisexuality to go with the dinner.

Standing outside her door, I could feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I told my husband I would be staying the night as Shelly and I were working on a big briefing. He didn’t think twice about it. So I didn’t have to either. BUT I still wondered how he would feel about this. I needed to take one step at a time.

Shelly answered the door, and I was soon in, and given the tour of her home. She had small appetizers and some wine for drinking. I headed for that immediately, and remarked, “I think I need a drink.”

Shelly’s only remark was “not too much. You will want to remember what I teach you.” And then she winked. She was taking away my nervousness, and I could feel a bit of excitement returning.

Over the course of the evening, we shared lots of insignificant information about growing up, and past relationships. She asked me lots about my marriage, and I knew she was happy that it was in fact a good marriage. “Stability is rare. Hang on to it whenever you have it.” Sitting next to me, she took my face in her hands, and said, “Finding true love is a gift. Sometimes it doesn’t matter who the bearer is, or what sex. If it makes you happy, and not uncomfortable, then go for it.” She then kissed my lips, and I truly felt all my fears disappear. I found it easy to kiss her back. Her lips were so soft, and I found it just similar to kissing my husband. She moved away, and I had to ask. “Was that ok?”

Shelly giggled and asked me if my husband ever complained? I reassured her he hadn’t, and she then told me kissing was a pretty easy act and hard to screw up. I burst out laughing.

She grabbed my hand, and encouraged me to stand. We walked to the bedroom, and stood next to the bed. “If you don’t mind,” she said, “I would like to lead.” 

I simply shook my head, and said “Go ahead.”

She then said, “One small piece of advise, and then we fly together. Be with me, like you like being with your hubby. I mean, do what comes natural. What turns you on, will no doubt turn me on. It’s not that hard to love someone physically.”

We then began kissing, and as we did, I could feel Shelly begin to undress me. Her movements were skilled, and I began to reciprocate her actions. Soon, we stood together with only our underwear on. Shelly removed my bra, and placed a hand on my breast. Her gentle touching was erotic, and I could feel excitement building. Small currents seemed to surge through me. She placed her mouth on my nipple and began to suck. I got shivers down my back, and now felt anxious to return the gesture. She stood up, and before I had the chance, she removed her bra, and took my hand in hers. She placed on her breast and allowed me to gently roll her nipple. I loved when my husband did this, so I thought she would too. And she did. I wanted to suck on her nipple and moved forward to do so. The feel of her nipple in my mouth was incredible. I could feel it harden, and knew I was pleasing her.

With any new lover, we all have some doubts, and inhibitions, but as the time passed, I could feel them ease. Shelly made me feel special, and she knew how to take her time.

We kissed for quite some time, and in between, sucked and licked each others breasts. Simple kissing and touching was so erotic for me, and now with Shelly the feeling was more intense somehow. I loved the feel of her smooth skin under my touch and tongue. The emotions and sexual energy I was feeling were so new, yet old and comfortable at the same time. 

Shelly then moved on top of me, and her kissing started to intensify. Her hand massaged my breast and pulled on my nipple. The small surge of pain made me shiver. I wanted her to touch me all over. I couldn’t move. I lay there almost frozen. I felt like my breathing had stopped, and yet I could hear myself start to breath faster. I wanted her to melt into me. The feeling of loving someone so much overwhelmed me.

I moved my tongue in and out of her warm mouth with more speed and depth. I knew she wanted to lead, but I wanted to touch her. I reached for her panties and started pulling them off. She instinctively raised her hips, and helped me. I knew what I wanted from her, and this led me to my actions. I reached down between her legs and started to feel her wetness. I was thrilled that I had made her this wet. I moved my hand up and down her slit, and heard her begin to moan. She then helped me out of my panties, and began rubbing my wetness as well. 

Shelly moved her wet hand to her mouth and began sucking my wetness from her fingers. This was such an incredible act, and I followed her lead. Her wetness was brought to my lips, and I could smell her on my hands. Placing my fingers to my mouth, this was the first time I had tasted another woman. I found it no different than my own taste or smell. I wasn’t sure what to expect. The sweet salty taste was wonderful. I knew I wanted to taste more. I moved between her legs, and began licking her. My attempts must have seemed fast to Shelly because she told me to slow down and enjoy it more.

She was shaven, and her skin glistened where the wetness had collected. Her clit protruded between her lips, and I gently placed my tongue on it. Licking it slowly, I traced it in small circles. I placed my finger slightly in her, and withdrew more wetness. It was as if I needed reassurance that I was pleasing her. I took her whole clit in my mouth and sucked on it. I could feel it harden like her nipples did, and I loved having this kind of control. The power to love, the power to pleasure someone of the same sex. My tongue traced her slit from her clit to her opening, and I was able to taste more of her juices. I wanted to fill my mouth with them. I wanted to be nourished by them. My tongue pushed into her, and I could feel Shelly’s hips move into me. The feel of her pussy walls beneath my tongue were so slippery and wet. Her opening was so pink. The color, the feel, the scent, all of it intoxicating to me. All so new, yet all so familiar. I wanted to know every inch of her. 

I moved back to her clit, and again flicked my tongue across it as if it were the wings of a butterfly. My fingers moved in and out, pumping in her at a steady pace. I listened for her moans to guide me, and they did. I could hear her breathing increase, and every now and again, she held it. I licked and sucked on her wetness till I could hear her tell me she was ready to climax. I wanted to feel it, so I moved my tongue from her clit, to her opening, and pushed it in. I could feel a rush of fluid push out at me, and with her bucking hips, and loud moans, I knew I had given this truly wonderful person a gift. After she climaxed, I continued to lick her, to taste and enjoy the outcome. I enjoyed the lingering scent and taste of her as I moved to lay in her arms. I wanted her to make love to me back, but for now I was content just to have her hold me. I had succeeded in pleasuring another woman. I felt such an incredible bond with her. Sharing a sexual bond with someone on any level, is special, but with Shelly the connection was somehow different. Maybe because I never felt the need to be someone I wasn’t or to admit that I needed to learn along the way.

Shelly is a great lover and we still continue our relationship today. Years have passed since our first lovemaking session, and my husband now knows about it, and has had on occasion an opportunity to join us. I cherish the time I spend alone with each of my lovers, and am truly grateful Shelly was there with me when I took the first step. Loving someone is a gift, but when it is returned, one should feel truly blessed.



Loving Siblings



Authors Note: This is my first story, so I will really appreciate any comments and suggestions on how improve my writing. 

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John and Sarah had always shared a stronger relationship than most siblings. Even from a younger age they rarely got into fights. Their mother enjoyed the quiet life so she encouraged their closeness. John was the older sibling but only a year older than Sarah. Yet he was still protective towards her and called her, "his baby sister." Sarah was not so fond of that title. With the absence of their father, John was the closest thing to a father figure to Sarah. That was also part of the reason he felt protective towards his sister.

Their mother was not strict on nudity when they were younger. Up until the ages of 10 and 9 the two would go swimming in the back yard swimming pool naked and usually share a bath. On the weekends their mother would bathe with them as well and the kids just loved that. John specially enjoyed nestling his head between her breasts and poking her nipples. Sarah's favorite part was running around naked and air drying. They were both very upset when one weekend their mother announced that their group baths would stop and the two would have to be more discrete around each other. This meant no more swimming naked together and no more bathing together. She no longer allowed them to get dressed together either. 

The kids were not happy with their new restrictions. So like most kids, they started to sneak around. When they thought their mother wasn't paying attention to them, they would run to the swimming pool and swim in the nude. Of course, their mother always knew but sometimes she would let them go on playing. But most times she caught them and ordered them to get dressed and sent them to their rooms. 

Over the years, the kids grew more mature and got over their cherished naked adventures. It had become a thing of the past, but they still had a close relationship. John was now 19 years old and proud of being a freshman at college He had decided to live at home and do the hour long commute every morning. Sarah was 18 and a senior in high school. John stood at 5 feet 9 inches and weighed around 180 lbs. And being overweight, he was never popular with the girls at his school. He was a smart guy and the only times he got to talk to girls was when they asked him for help on homework. He didn't have much of a fashion sense either, he mostly wore simple jeans and t-shirts. Other than being smart, he didn't really have any talents. He could play the piano but it was nothing special. He wanted to grow his hair long and straight, but it always came out curly. So he kept it short. 

Sarah was opposite of John in some cases. She was 5 foot 4 and 125 lbs. Sarah had an incredibly cute smile that made her look more beautiful than she already was. She already had full pouty lips that she enhanced further using shiny cherry lip gloss. Her breasts were also one of her strong features. They were like soft pillowy mounds that poked out of her chest and filled her cashmere sweaters. The days she wore nothing underneath the sweater always made the boys drool after her. Her eye lashes were long and lush that looked like they were glued on, but they were natural. Her green eyes were deep enough to get lost in. Unlike John, Sarah always had a bunch of guys and girls surrounding her. She always had someone offering to carry her books or do her homework for her but she never took advantage of anyone. Sarah was always fashionable and she spent hours getting ready before going anywhere. She had long blonde silky hair that shone, and she loved flaunting them by letting them down. They reached halfway down her back.

On one particular weekend in May their mother went out of town with her girlfriends, she trusted John and Sarah to spend the weekend without burning the house down. John was left in charge and given the job to look over his baby sister. Their mother left them enough money in case they wanted to eat out instead of making something themselves. She knew, neither of them liked to cook and without the money they might starve the death before she got back. And of course, no parties allowed. 

As usual, Sarah had her own plans for the weekend. She would either be attending someone's party or hanging out with her friends. One thing was for sure, she didn't plan on being home for the whole weekend. So on Friday night, Sarah was in the bathroom for hours getting ready while John waited outside the door, banging it every few minutes. Eventually, when we couldn't hold it any longer, he barged in the bathroom and saw his sister standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair. "Can't you do this in your room?" he asked. "You have that big make up table of yours in there."

Without taking her eyes off herself Sarah replied, "But I already got all my things in there. And besides, if you're really in a rush you can use the bathroom in mom's room."

"No way, I'm not going in there. She'll know. I don't know how, but she'll know."

"Fine then, you can just go. It won't bother me." She was still focused on perfecting her hair.

"What?"

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. We used to be naked all the time as kids."

"Yeah, but that was back when we were kids."

Sarah finally turned towards John and said, "Well, we can make it into a game. Ones like we used to play when we were kids. And I've always wanted to know how you aim that thing?

John was getting agitated at this point and he blurted out, "I point and shoot. Now get out."

"That sounds simple enough, can I give it a try?"

"Try what?" He was confused at point.

"You know... I point and you shoot. Oh it'll be fun, let's do it"

"You're crazy, get out."

"If you don't, I'll tell mom that you had a party." And she smiled her mischievous smile that made it very difficult for anyone to resist her. 

"You wouldn't dare."

Sarah's eyes were shining, she knew she had her brother cornered. "Who is she going to believe, me or you?"

John knew he couldn't go on with her like this for long. He had to pee and he couldn't hold it in any longer, so he finally caved in and moved to the toilet and started to unzip his pants. "Fine, but let's do this quick and don't you dare tell anyone."

Sarah quickly rushed over to John and said, "Stop stop stop, I want to do that." And with that she poked her head under his right arm and reached around with both hands to the front and unzipped his pants. "And now to take out the hose," she giggled. She reached inside his pants and inside the boxers from the flap. She had to feel around his boxers to find the flap, this allowed her to get a good feeling of his penis. Then she felt around for his bare penis, and explored further cupping his testicles.

A shiver went up John's back and he replied with a, "Hey! Stop that."

"Sorry, I was already in the area and thought I'd explore." She fingered each testicle for a couple seconds before she finally gripped the base of his member and took it out. It took every ounce of will power for John to not get erect in his sister's hands.

"Are you ready?" John asked her.

"Let it rip," she replied giggling. The task was more difficult than she had expected, she couldn't aim the stream properly and ended up spraying some on the floor and the bottom of the seat. John guided her by moving his hips side to side and telling her to keep it steady when she finally got the aim correct. It lasted over a minute but for John it felt like over an hour. When he finally finished, Sarah asked, "All done or is there more left in there?" She pumped his member twice and let it go. One more and she would have made him orgasm.

She slipped his penis back inside the boxer and was about to zip up the pants when John took her hands away and said, "I'll take care of that part." They both laughed realizing what had just happened. "And now since you were aiming, you have to clean this up." Sarah just laughed and grabbed a few pieces of toilet paper to wipe up the spills.

She turned around and gave John a big hug, pushing her chest into him. "Thank you, you're the best big brother a girl can ask for." She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the bathroom. John stood still trying to comprehend what had just happened. He used to be okay with being naked and playing with his sister, but they were kids back then. And this experience was definitely not like the ones they shared as children.

By the time John got out of the bathroom, Sarah was leaving the house to go out with her friends. He spent the rest of the night watching TV, mostly just flipping through the channels to find something interested. Around midnight, he headed to bed. He was getting sleepy and didn't know what time his sister will get back home.

The next morning John woke up and went to check up on his sister's room. After making sure she was in bed he went to the bathroom to take a shower. The thoughts of the previous night kept coming back at him no matter how hard he tried to ignore them. Eventually he came to accept that it would be just another thing, among a long list, that we would just have to get over. John stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist after drying himself off. He then opened the door and walked towards his room to get dressed. On his way, he could hear that his baby sister was already up and getting dressed. She ran up and hugged him from behind. "Sorry I was late last night. We just lost track of time," she tried to explain.

"Oh. That's okay. You should have called though." He was nervous about her hands being a bit too low around his waist.

"You're not going to tell mom are you?"

"Nah, just don't do that again tonight."

"I love you," she replied hugging him tighter. "I'm going to go brush my teeth and then make breakfast, what do you want?"

"Eggs and toast as usual. Thanks," John replied. And he went to his room. John got dressed and hopped on to his laptop to do his notifications check. He checked his email accounts and facebook and twitter, he had multiple accounts so it usually took a while. By the time he was done, Sarah was almost done making breakfast. He walked into the kitchen just as she was setting the plates. He helped her set the rest, and they both sat down for breakfast. "So what time did you get back last night?" he asked.

"Oh, around 1, 1:30."

"Where'd you go?"

"Just to Melissa's house. A few of us got together and just hung out, just chitchatting. You know, girl stuff," she giggled. There was an awkward moment of silence, both of them wanted to talk about what they did last night, but neither wanted to be the one to bring up the subject. Eventually Sarah decided to tackle the issue from another approach. "Do you miss the times we used to be naked around each other and even bathe together?" she asked looked up at her brother.

"Yeah, but that was when we were kids. We can't do that anymore."

"It's not like we're having sex. We're just playing. And mom's not even here today, she'll get back tomorrow night." 

John really did miss the times he had with his sister as kids. He missed chasing her through the house and tickling her without the restrictions of her clothes. He missed the freedom of just being nude, feeling the air on this skin and not having it a big deal. But the nagging voice in his head kept telling him that it was wrong and he shouldn't be doing those things. So he tried to end the conversation with, "You're crazy," and started clearing the table. Sarah was disappointed. John spent the next couple hours on the computer and Sarah on the phone.

The sun was shining and the weather was around 80 degrees outside. John thought that it would be a great day to spend some time in the pool. He got his swimming trunks, and headed to the backyard. When he got in the water, it felt great against the skin. The sun the nice and toasty and the water nice and cool, it was the perfect combination. 

"Sarah!" he yelled.

"What?"

"Come out for a swim, the water is great."

"Okay, I'll be out in a minute," was her cheerful reply. 

While waiting for his sister, he started doing a few laps in the pool. At the end of his 5th lap, he stopped to take a break. Just then Sarah walked to the pool completely naked. Her milky white skin was shining in the sunlight. It seemed silky smooth and was completely hairless. She was even hairless around her sex, the lips were nearly impossible to resist. Her large breasts swayed side to side, in an almost hypnotizing way, as she walked.

"What are you doing?" he asked a little louder than he wanted to.

"Joining you for a swim," she replied sitting on the edge of the pool with her legs hanging in the water. 

"Go put a bathing suit on," he ordered her.

"Make me," she teased spreading her legs a bit, to give her brother a better look. 

"You're impossible." And he dipped back in the water.

Soon Sarah joined him in the water. "Come on, take off your swim trunks. It feels great," she invited him.

"I'm not doing that, you're crazy," he protested.

"What? It's not like it's something I never seen you naked before."

John was very tempted by his sister, both sexually and the playful nudity. He got out of the water, and sat on the edge of the pool, watching his sister and thinking if he should strip as well. Suddenly Sarah popped out of the water right in front of him and between his legs. She reached in to his trunks from the bottom, and grabbed a hold of his shaft again. "Come on, take 'em off. Released the serpent," she teased him. Once again he gave in to his baby sister. He stood up and dropped his trunks, bearing it all in front of her. Again, he tried his best to keep himself from getting erect in front of his sister. 

"See, isn't that much better?"

"Just like old times," he smiled back to her and sat back down at the end.

She eyed his member for a few seconds, observing the shape and size. "So is that it, or does it get bigger?"

"It gets bigger, but you're my sister and this isn't sexual."

"But I wanna see it," she pouted. And before John could reply, she pushed herself a bit out of the water and kissed the tip of his penis. They both waited for a reaction, but nothing happened.

"See, not gonna happen."

In a second attempt, she pushed herself up again and this time took the whole thing in her mouth. And she started rolling her tongue around his shaft, and enjoyed the feel of it. But before she could bring her tongue around for a third time, she felt him starting to grow and pulled back. John couldn't believe what was happening, he was just frozen in place. Sarah kept her eyes on his penis, mesmerized by watching him grow. When he was fully erect she smiled and said, "There it is." 

She wanted to examine it further but her hands were used to push herself up. So she got out of the pool and stood beside her brother, so close that her fold almost touched his nose when he turned his head towards her. "Get up, I wanna get a closer look," she said while reaching out her hand towards him. John got up without a word and raised his hard to hold hers, but instead she reached further and grabbed of hold of his now erect and throbbing organ. They walked over to the chairs and Sarah grabbed his towel. After drying herself off, she offered it to her brother who tied it around his waist. This time holding his hand, she led him to her room.

"Okay, get on the bed," she ordered. Without hesitation he climbed into his sister's bed and lay in the middle. Sarah climbed in between his legs and undid the towel. First, she slowly pulled the corner that was tucked in, and then she removed it completely. With a hard pull she managed to get the towel out from under him and tossed it aside. She lay on her stomach with her mouth not even an inch away from his penis. To her surprise, he was harder and larger than he was earlier. It was pulsating and she could feel the heat resonating off his member. At fully erect, his penis was pointing straight up and had a slight leftwards bend to it. Sarah found the bend amusing and tried to bend it the other way, but it just sprung back into position. "It's like a spring," she giggled.

"Yeah... it does that."

"You haven't said anything in a while. You should relax, it's just me. We used to play naked all the time," she pouted.

"This is just... weird," he replied. There were a million things trying to get through John's head, but they were all jumbled. He couldn't think straight at all.

Sarah just continued with her exploring, she moved up a bit to see the other side. She played around with it with her fingers, running them up and down the length. Suddenly she stood up and said, "I know what'll be fun." And went towards her school bag. She took out a measuring scale and asked, "Have you ever measured yourself?"

John did not reply.

She slid back in between his legs and placed the scale at the base of his shaft. She straightened his organ to the scale and smiled, "Almost 7 inches."

Still no reply from John.

She tossed the scale back towards the bag and looked up at him, waiting for him to say or do something. When she realized he was still uncomfortable, she climbed out of the bed. John thought that she going to go get dressed, but instead she grabbed both of his legs and 'closed' them. Then she climbed back on the bed and this time she got on top of him. She moved up to his penis, pressed it against his stomach and sat down on it so that it rested just between her pussy lips. She grabbed his hands, and placed each one on her breasts. 

"Sarah, stop. We shouldn't be doing this," he finally let out. "Playing was one thing, but this is getting too much."

"Then try to stop me," she teased and gave him her mischievous smile. 

Next thing John knew, his baby sister started moving back and forth. Grinding her pussy against his cock. And his hands tightened on her breasts involuntarily. Sarah knew, she had her big brother now and she started grinding faster and deeper. John's eyes closed automatically and his hands started squeezing his sister's breasts. Both of them started letting out little gasps and moans. Before he knew it, John shot out a heavy load of sperm. With each thrust Sarah made, John shot another stream. Sarah loved the expression on his face, and continued to grind up against him until he stopped shooting. By the time she finished, his chest was soaked in his own seed. Sarah placed two fingers on his chest and played with the sticky liquid. She giggled at the feel of it. 

John finally opened it eyes and stared into the loving eyes of his sister. "Well we never played that before," he smiled. Then he picked his sister up from her waist and placed her by his side. 

"That's the first time I've seen that happened," she confessed. "We saw an educational video of it in school and I just wanted to see it for real."

"So that's the only reason we did this?" he asked.

"No," she defended herself, "I really did miss our naked play times. And I thought that we might as well try this out. Are you mad at me?"

Instead of replying her directly, John leaned in towards her and kissed her on the lips. It was meant to be a soft innocent kiss, but when he felt that Sarah wasn't going to pull back he pushed a bit further and inserted his tongue in her mouth. Their first kiss grew deeper and deeper and stronger and stronger. At first their tongues mingled and rolled around each other's. Then John pushed his tongue in her mouth and she started to suck on it, this was followed by Sarah pushing her tongue into her brother's mouth and John savoring its pleasure. Their kissed finally ended after what felt like hours and they fell into each other; embracing the one whom they loved most. Sarah felt the stickiness of her brother's sperm but didn't mind it and fell asleep with her head on his chest. John brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her on her forehead. He tightened his arms around her and closed his eyes once again. 




Loving Siblings



John woke up a couple hours later. He could feel the head of his cock pressing up against the lips of his sister's pussy. He pushed his hips up till he felt the head enter her warmth, it was a pleasure he had never felt before. When he looked down at Sarah he saw that she was already awake, watching him in quiet awe. "Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," she replied. She reached down between his legs and fondled his balls while smiling at him. By now, John had completely relaxed to what was happening. He took his hand from her shoulder and slid it down her back. He felt around between her legs and inserted a couple fingers between her folds. She let out a little gasp and John took at as a sign of pleasure. He pulled the head of his phallus from inside her and glided his fingers in her, deeper. Sarah's breathing became more rapid and John could feel her sex getting wetter and trying to swallow his fingers. He pushed both fingers in as deep as they could go.

"One more," she begged between her breaths. 

John was more than happy to comply. He shoved another finger in his baby sister's pussy which made her gasp even louder than before. Then he started to glide his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out. This time, it was Sarah who was biting her lips and had her eyes closed. John felt his sister moving with his thrusts, so went faster. In a few seconds, Sarah felt an amazing feeling form between her legs. She held it in for as long as she could but then she could hold no longer, and she released the flood. Satisfied with the result, John retracted his fingers and brought his arm back up to Sarah's shoulder and hugged her thigh.

The two remain in that locked position for a while till Sarah suggested, "We should go get cleaned up." 

"Okay, why don't you go run the shower and I'll join you in a few seconds."

"I was thinking maybe we could take a bath in mom's Jacuzzi," Sarah requested.

"But then she'll know. Like she found out the last time I used her bathroom."

Sarah diverted her eyes from her brother. "I have a confession to make," she said while twirling her fingers in his public hair, "Promise you won't get mad?"

"After what we just did," he squeezed her butt, "There's no way."

"Well, mom only found out about you using her bathroom because I told her." Before he could reply, she buried her face in his chest.

John was a bit shocked from the confession but he loved his sister too much to be mad at her. He lightly slapped her ass and replied, "Oh. Well I know you won't tell her this time." Sarah looked back up at him and smile, John smiled back.

The two got out of bed and headed to the Jacuzzi in their mother's bedroom. Sarah started the water while John watched her from behind, enjoying the view of his sister bending over. When the tub was filled with enough water, Sarah climbed in first and John after her. John was bigger than his sister, so he scooted down till his head rested between her breasts. He lay in the warm water while his sister ran her fingers on his chest. The two were lost in the moment. Suddenly they heard someone enter the room and walk into the bathroom.

"What's going on in here?" their mother questioned sternly. "I am gone a day, and you two do this?"

"Mom! We thought you weren't going to be back till tomorrow," Sarah defended herself and her brother.

"Well I'm back right now," she yelled at her. "And you still haven't told me what's going on here."

Before her brother could say anything, Sarah replied again, "Come on mom, we were just playing like we used to when we were kids," she kissed the top of John's head. "It used to be so much fun," she pleaded.

There was a moment of silence. The kids could see the anger in their mother's eyes, and neither of them dared to turn their face from hers. But a few seconds later, that rage melted to love and her tightly pressed lips turned into a smile. Unbuttoning her blouse she said, "Make room for me."