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Dysfunctional Family

By: The Big Bopper



This story does contain a mild degree of Incest, but possibly not enough to over stimulate Incest fans and not enough to upset those that are not into Incest. I encourage everyone to try reading this story before making a judgement.

Chapter One

I am Brad, 19-years-old and ashamedly, I have to confess to being a rarity at my age in these times ... a male virgin. Hey, don't get me wrong, it's not for the lack of trying. I want to have sex, desperately, but I must be accident prone because every time that I get close to sinking my penis into a warm and willing vagina, something comes along to ruin the moment. I mean, maybe they could use my sex life up till now as a script for one of those teen movies where the guy never quite gets his hard-on in.

I wouldn't even start to document all the futile attempts that I have made to get laid. I've even contemplated using my Facebook page as an advert for having sex with me, or maybe resorting to begging some nubile young nymph, to whom one extra encounter would probably mean nothing, to come across for me.

I mean, just the other night -- it was last Saturday -- there was a party at one of my friend's houses and I got talking to this great girl, good looker, but much older than me. I am guessing that she could have been 25, 26, something around that mark. We were getting on so well and she was laughing a lot at heaps of my stuff. This was a real plus because one of my problems has always been that I don't have the patter, the come-on lines that cause girls to start shedding their underwear in my presence.

But this girl, Sharon, hell, she seemed hot. It was even her that suggested we step outside to get some fresh air. I have to admit to being apprehensive in the company of a woman about 7 years older than me. You know, it was an inexperience thing that was disturbing me. Would I make a stupid move and cruel it all?

Anyway, we carried our drinks and slipped outside and we paused among the many cars that were parked crazily across the front lawn of my friend's house. She leaned back against the door of a sedan and I began kissing her and I was getting my tongue in and I was starting to feel great. I mean, my libido was racing along, I was getting hard and the fingers on my spare hand were active massaging one of her breasts enough to have her eyes looking dreamy. I even managed to push my knee in between both of hers and tense my thigh muscle in the region of her pubis so that she could feel something hard against her crotch.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss and I - by this time feeling mega aroused - stared into her eyes, wondering what I might have done wrong. Sharon said nothing to give me a clue. No, she just turned and tried the door handle on the car we were resting against. Amazingly, it was unlocked and she just opened the back door and slipped onto the back seat with me in swift pursuit. Wow, was this the moment I had been planning for over the past few years?

But whose car was it? Did she know it would be unlocked when she first leaned back against it to have me kiss her? "Is this yours, Sharon?" I asked, careful about what words I used, fearful of blowing this chance with any ill chosen words. I had blown previous attempts with young women by doing just that, saying the wrong thing.

"No, I think it belongs to Jerry's dad," she responded, Jerry being another friend of the guy having the party.

It mattered little really as to who owned the car. She had found it to be unlocked and appeared to have the intention of finding a use immediately for the back seat. Believing this to now be a serious opportunity to break the shackles of my virginity, I placed my open beer bottle on the floor of the car and took Sharon's martini glass from her to place it alongside my drink. Then I turned my attention back to resuming the action that had begun outside the car.

I draped an arm around the back of Sharon's neck and contemplated my next move. My eyes scanning her shapely body, I processed the thought of whether I should press whatever advantage I already held and push a hand between her thighs. I could see bare skin partially visible above the knee in the short skirt that she was wearing. Indeed, she was one of only a few women at the party who had not worn slacks.

Despite the desire now raging through me and the expectation that my drought was nearly over, I instead pressed the palm of my right hand back over her still clothed left breast and resumed a rolling massage technique, designed in my limited knowledge to stimulate the nipple beneath.

Sharon seemed to like my touch and our open-mouthed kissing with fiery tongue action resumed. Emboldened, I moved my roaming hand to the buttons on her blouse. I pushed my hand boldly inside, causing buttons to separate from the buttonholes as I manoeuvred closer to the breast and nipple that I needed to conquer.

The buttons and the lapel of the blouse had parted easily and my palm now settled over the smooth glove of one breast, the upturned nipple taut and firm, but still clad in a smooth nylon bra cup. Sharon was making the appropriate sounds that implied that she was as keen for this as I was. I wished that I had another hand free to be sliding it between her thighs while she seemed so eager and vulnerably aroused.

Next, she did a really cool thing. While my fumbling hand applied pressure to her orb and nipple, Sharon pushed her body forward, reached her hands around behind her back, under her now loose blouse and released the catch on her bra. My hand felt the material loosen and I took advantage by pushing the garment up and off her breast so I could directly contact the smooth skin of the underside of her breast.

I was literally in heaven, my hard-on was bursting against the confines of my clothing and my fingers now circled and played with the erect nipple on Sharon's left breast, caressing and pinching it. This seemed to bring a renewed sound of pleasure from this mature mid-twenties woman as she settled back once more against the car seat and our tongue kissing seemed to rise to another level.

'Don't blow it now,' I told myself, believing that nothing now could impede my first full sexual encounter. I just had to pace myself, apply enough manipulation to her breast and nipple while tongue-kissing Sharon and when her thighs loosened and drifted wider apart, plunge my hand in between them to prepare her pubis to receive my hard-on. See, I did know what to do ... I had read enough books and seen enough movies and listened to so many tales of my friends.

Our breathing was hot and heavy, the car windows were now fogged up and on my reckoning, the time was right to switch my hand downstairs. Reluctantly, my hand parted from her breast. This was the crucial moment of timing, the moment when my actions would be deemed more serious. If Sharon was a woman with scruples about whose body parts entered her body, then the moment of truth was near.

Quickly, my hand had slipped up under her skirt and in between her thighs that had by now parted as I had anticipated. My fingers traced gently but with a purpose up along her inner thigh. Her skin was smooth and I attempted to maintain a gentle touch, hoping that I could fake experience to Sharon. The worst thing I could reveal to a young woman that I was about to fuck was that I didn't know what I was doing ... that I had in fact never been down this path before.

Alarm bells began ringing in my head when, as my fingers seemed so far up along her inner thighs that I surely must be approaching nirvana, she clamped them tightly together, aborting my progress. To support her 'cease and desist' action, one of her hands dropped down and seized my wrist, attempting to tug it away from its advantageous position.

The kiss ended abruptly too and I pulled my head back to look pleadingly into her eyes with alarm and wonder, desperate to learn why she would stop now. Sharon offered a sympathetic face, "Sorry!" she said, the word I didn't want to hear at this moment, the word that had often accompanied the cessation of so many previous attempts by me to get my penis into a willing woman.

Seeing the needy look of intense sexual desire on my face, Sharon obviously sensed that I needed more explanation to stop my pounding arousal. She added, "I've got my period, I just don't do it while I've got that, it's far too messy."

I was shattered. Sure, I knew and had read enough about women's bodily functions to accept that what she was saying was probably right. I just didn't want to hear it at a moment like this. But her excuse was hard to argue against. Perhaps if we had been in a bed, I might have reasoned that we could place a towel beneath us and charge on anyway. But sitting in the car belonging to one of our friend's dad, on fine spotlessly clean leather seating, that was another matter.

I allowed Sharon's hand to drag mine out from under her dress, from between her thighs. Stopped again, just when it seemed that the target was in sight. Was this the 21st or 22nd attempt at my getting to have my first sex that had been thwarted while in the intense throes of passion? I was losing count.

"I am sorry to stop you at this point. We were both getting quite worked up, I guess I should have said stop much sooner before it got out of hand. You'd probably like some relief, would you?"

What was that ... run that by me again? 'Did she say would I like some relief?' I wasn't really concentrating, still just coming to terms with the reality that yet another attempt to lose my virginity had been thwarted at the crucial moment. Did she suggest doing what no other girl had previously offered me?

While I wasn't sure what she had said, I could only look at Sharon with a confused face, hoping that she might repeat whatever it was so I could strive to give her an intelligent answer. Instead, with only silence between us, she reached a hand down into my lap and her fingers took hold of my trouser zip and lowered it. Without hesitation, she reached in and grasped a hold of my by now impressive hard-on.

"Ummm!" she seemed to enthuse as she gripped my erection, "you sure are horny, aren't you. You really do get worked up."

My eyes closed as her fingers stroked my shaft and tip through the material of my boxers. Then, boldly tugging on the waistband, she freed my erection and for the first time, I felt the soft warm touch of a woman's fingers and palm on it as she stroked around the dripping head and along the underside of my hard-on.

My head dropped back onto the back of the car seat and hers came forward to look down on my erection that stood up proudly and vertically from the fly opening in my trousers. "Would you like me to help, can I at least do this for you? I feel so bad that we can't have sex, you seemed like you really wanted to. Brad, I felt like doing it with you too!"

I think I had become a bit delirious from her intimate touch on my cock and in my confusion, I didn't answer immediately. I pondered her question again, did she just offer to give me a hand job? I managed to collect my thoughts, a decision like this was easy. I realised that I needed to convey it to her before she got the wrong impression that a hand job would not be a good substitute for sex. Hell, at this moment, I would have done anything to get off. No doubt, I would have had to do myself later tonight if she had left me like this with a pulsing erection, such was my need to cum.

"Yes, yes that would be great! Thank you!" I enthused, hoping now that I wasn't sounding too desperate, although such was the state of my arousal that desperate was the only appropriate word for it.

Sharon had been idly stroking me already while we discussed the merits of her kind offer. So it was no major step for her to switch into a rhythm that would get me off. She was good at it ... very good! Her fingers and palm were warm, her skin so smooth and she was obviously very aware of what she was doing. She built the rhythm up expertly, my cock firmly erect and now pulsing with urgent need, and messages coming from within my balls to indicate I wouldn't last long with this kind of attention.

I tried to think clearly about the consequences of my cumming here in the back seat of someone's car, with fine immaculately maintained leather all around me. But it was hard for me to concentrate now that I was getting close. I so wanted for it to last a bit longer ... the touch of her stroking hand on my cock was so good. Oh my God, I know it's cumming, I had done this to myself enough that I could sense the signs. Only this was so much better than my self-induced attempts.

I attempted to rationalise, 'Will Sharon try to catch it in her hand, does she have a handkerchief or tissues that I haven't seen?' Or, with wondrous awe, I pondered, 'Will she dip her head down into my lap and catch my cum in her mouth?'

Pow! It happened, my first hand job from a woman resulted in a powerful release, my rampant erection spurted cum from its tip. But her hand wasn't in a position to catch it while still stroking her palm under the tip's sensitive spot. I was conscious of my cock jerking wildly in mid air ... there was no sign of her mouth to catch my cum either.

I was a mixture of emotions, rapt in the pleasurable result of Sharon's hand job while being suddenly aware, wondering where my jism was landing. In my spasms, my leg tensed and my foot kicked something on the floor of the car. 'Oh God, was that my beer or Sharon's martini -- or both -- that I had just kicked over?'

Yes, you guessed it ... both my open beer bottle and Sharon's half-full martini spilled and mixed together on the floor in the back of Jerry's dad's car. As I would learn later, spots of my cum were found liberally on the back of the front seat, on the inside of the back window and on the interior lining of the ceiling of the car. It was quite some wild release and my cum had just spurted freely as Sharon twisted and turned my pulsing penis in every direction as I came.

We didn't even get to clean it up because as soon as I had managed to express an appreciative "Wow, thanks Sharon" to my seducer, there was suddenly a lot of noise in the front yard among the parked cars. Outside house lights came on and Sharon and I scrambled out of Jerry's dad's car before we were sprung in our partial state of undress. I never saw her again. Fortunately, Jerry's dad never took DNA samples in an attempt to match my cum. Jerry got the blame for the sexual indiscretion and was banned from borrowing his dad's car. I wasn't greatly perturbed because I had never had much time for Jerry ... he was only a friend of a friend.

Chapter Two

A few days later, I found myself up in the cramped loft of my family home, searching through boxes for some junk that my father wanted, but hadn't had time to look for himself. Access to the loft is via a pull-down ladder, but if it's left down, it blocks the hallway, so after getting up there in the dusty confined area, I pulled the ladder back up in case someone came home and needed to walk by.

As it turned out, somebody did come home. It was a weekday, about one in the afternoon. I had no lectures at college that day. I heard movement downstairs and realised that it must be my mom (dad and my sister would both be at work). After a short time, I heard water running for quite a long time, so after two or three minutes, I crawled on my knees in the confined space to the one spot where the natural light from inside the house came up into the loft.

It was through the gap between the blades of the ceiling fan above the bathroom. Now if someone was having a shower, the fan was usually turned on to extract the steam to keep the bathroom mirror clear. But when running a bath, the mirrors didn't always fog up so it appeared that my mom wasn't about to turn the fan on.

I stared down between the blades and I could see most of the bathroom clearly below me. I could see the bath filling to about three-quarters and watched my mom walk in and turn the taps off. She reached a hand down into the water, obviously testing the temperature. Presumably assessing that the warmth of the water was just right, I saw her reach back around to unzip her dress, wriggling her shoulders to have it fall down over her body and pool around her feet.

'Hang on,' I thought, 'what am I doing here? This is my mom, who bore me and raised me, that I'm watching, I can't do this, it's not right.' But while my conscience was attempting to address the family moral code for me, my eyes remained riveted to the sight unfolding before me in the bathroom below.

My still very attractive 43-year-old mom was now clad only in half-slip, bra and shoes ... at least that's all I could see. I imagine she also still wore her panties beneath the beige half-slip. She bent over to lift the dress after stepping out of the pool of material at her feet, dropping the garment in the wash-basket nearby. She then removed her shoes and kicked them away across the small bathroom.

Her hands went back around behind herself again and this time, she unclasped her bra. 'Hey, wake up Brad,' I silently admonished myself, 'you're about to see female nudity. That would be okay if it wasn't my mom that was about to get naked.'

But I seemed not to be listening to my rational thoughts. Some part of me refused to look away. I stared avidly down into the well-lit bathroom as my mother eased the bra cups forward from her ample breasts, dropping the bra and using her hands to rub lightly under the mounds, seeming to enjoy the freedom now that the confinement of her bra was gone. Wow, I hadn't seen these babies since I sucked on them to gain my early sustenance.

Her hands slipped into the elasticised waistband of her half-slip and she shimmied that down over her hips and thighs and let it fall as the dress had, quickly stepping out of the pool at her bare feet. Although I was looking straight down above her head, I could make out her panties where her arse bulged out further than her shoulders.

Then her hands slipped in at the sides of her panties too and she pushed them down off her body. I felt the first signs of an erection in my pants as I momentarily forgot who this woman was and watched my mom's movements that were utterly feminine and so reminiscent of the many women I had seen undressing in the early stages of sex scenes in movies.

Now completely naked, my mom turned and backed down onto the toilet seat and for the first time live I was privy to the intimate and natural act of a woman peeing. I felt my cock shift and tighten at the sight. When she finished, she tore off some paper and wiped away any last drops, discarding the paper in the bowl and flushing. Then my mom stepped over to the bath, placing one foot in, her body tensing slightly as she perhaps found the water hotter than anticipated.

She stayed half-in for a moment or two, then the other leg came over and she was standing in the warm bath. My conscience tried to tell me that there was still time for me to look away. Except for her sitting to pee, I still really hadn't clearly seen any of my mom's private parts because I had been looking down on her from above. Now as I watched, she sat down into the bath and as her torso adjusted to the warmth, eventually lay back and I could now see my mother's nudity in full detail from only 8 feet above.

For having raised and breast-fed two children, she looked damn good at 43. Sure, I felt guilty at perving on my mom this way, but her sensual beauty drew me in ... as confirmed by my cock now being more than half erect. As she settled in to enjoy the warmth of the water, her hands began waving gently, circulating the water around her body.


Dysfunctional Family



So I was right, it was definitely my dad in there among the trees. The woman called him Warren so it seemed that he was getting lucky with this Miranda that he had just introduced me to. What was it about my family? Suddenly, in just a matter of days, I had learned that both of my parents, who had always seemed devoted to each other, were instead out and about fucking others.

"Ummm! Oh Warren, that feels so good ... oh damn, I wish I had you in a bed, this tree trunk is hard and rough on my back. Ooh, what's that? Have you got your hand in my panties? Ummm! Oh God, that feels nice too ... oh, what else are you gonna want to do?"

Miranda didn't stop chattering away while my dad obviously worked his mouth around her nipples and now, from her own admission, he had his hand inside her panties. I had to see this if I could. I might even get some pointers from watching my dad perform. Again, he spoke low and intimate to her, possibly whispering in the lady's ear.

I improved my position until at last I could see them, the moonlight appearing once more from behind the clouds to illuminate the scene quite well. Miranda was leaning back against the thick trunk of a large tree that sloped back at an angle so that she wasn't completely upright, but inclined slightly back. Miranda's dress was off her shoulders, caught in a roll around her waist. The man was bent forward, his face buried in her breasts, her hands up holding the back of his head as if guiding his mouth over her breasts.

The woman was again giggling, "I don't usually let a man do this on the first date." A pause and then adding, "This is our first date, isn't it?"

I watched my dad devouring her nipples, first one then the other. It appeared that his deeds had taken over from his words in his seduction of this woman. I watched them silhouetted in the moonlight with the shimmering water of the lake behind them. Then my dad dropped to his haunches in front of Miranda who still reclined against the tree. He reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down. I could hear her tell him, "Oh dear, I was about to stop you, but now that you've got my panties off, I can see it's a lost cause."

What an easy lay she was, conceding the moment her panties came off. Why didn't I find them this easily? In my numerous attempts at losing my virginity, I too had got some panties off over time but still missed out on the big prize.

My dad withdrew his hands from her and I watched as he fumbled with his trousers, one hand drawing his hard-on out. I saw the woman looking down watching him curiously, it would seem without any concern for what he was obviously about to do. There was no protest that my dad had exposed himself to her, all she could say was "Ummm! That looks nice! Hope it feels as good as it looks."

"Better, it will feel even better," he assured her as he raised her dress so that now the top and bottom of it was rolled up tightly around her waist. To my surprise, rather than find a soft place for them to lie down, he took her right where she stood reclined against the tree. I watched fascinated as my dad bent his knees to lower his torso, positioning his rampant cock at the appropriate place in her obviously willing body.

He moved his hands so that each took a hold behind her thighs and he lifted both of her legs clear up off the ground. Her arms flew up to hold onto him around his neck as he pressed his body forward and up, straightening his knees, sliding her body higher up against the tree. "Oh God yes, that's what I want," she half screamed as his cock penetrated her lower body and she locked her ankles around behind his arse.

Her back and head leaned against the sloping trunk of the tree, his hands holding her up under her thighs as he quickly developed a rhythm, humping his hips, pushing his hard cock into this very agreeable woman. She was loud, moaning and uttering panting gasps that could only imply that she was enjoying every stroke of his cock ploughing into her body. From him there were just loud grunts at every thrust of his hips.

Hey, what a turn on, I couldn't help but whip my cock out once more, aroused by the sight close in front of me as I watched my dad plough his hard cock into this woman, humping in such an urgent, almost primitive animalistic way.

I had crept closer and closer to get a good view of the wild fuck taking place out here amongst the trees while the partygoers continued on inside the house blissfully unaware. The sounds coming from Miranda could be considered complimentary to my dad's sexual ability. She was gasping and moaning loudly, urging him on as his cock pounded up into her body while she hung suspended against the tree trunk, supported by his hands under her horizontal thighs and his hard driving cock embedded in her.

I had got a good rhythm going myself as I wanked to the sights and sounds before my eyes. While initially being shaken to see my dad doing it with another woman, I was now silently urging him on to successfully giving her the pounding orgasm her body so obviously craved. Miranda's sounds were promising, I could hear her excitement building as her gasps and screams hit a crescendo, now adding real words like "Oh God yes, oh do me Warren ... oh do me just like that. Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Yes, yes, oh please cum with me Warren, oh please ... now, now ... make it now!"

It was exciting for me to witness this scene ... a woman reaching the peak of her excitement in the midst of this wild fuck and seemingly oblivious to her bare back rubbing up and down against the rough bark of the tree. Her gasps and screams hit a crescendo and her body looked to hump crazily out of control. Even in my limited knowledge, that looked to be the moment her body had sought ... her orgasm hit with great force and her hands and feet clung around my dad's hard body as her climax washed over and through her.

Miranda didn't quite get her wish as my dad continued on unabated, driving his cock up to the hilt within his new friend's hot body. But only for maybe 15--20 seconds more and then his finish hit. His legs looked to shake dangerously as he struggled to hold the woman suspended while his own climax soared through him and he pumped his cum into her willing expectant body.

It was all too much for me and my own cock spurted furiously as my arousal reacted to the wild scene I had just witnessed. I stealthily crept back away from the fornicating couple, tucked my own dripping cock back into my underwear and before returning to the house, stood there among the trees contemplating the mixed up family to whom I belonged.

Who had started this? My mom was doing it with some character named Paul that she was obviously infatuated with judging by her performance in the bath a week or so back. Who was her mystery man, where did she meet him and how long had it been going on? And as for my dad, had he strayed previously, like before tonight? Was he responding to finding out what my mom was doing, or had he been up to this stuff before? Was this his first time with Miranda or just an episode in a longer lasting liaison. I couldn't help but think that if it was their first time, I wish I had overheard his patter so I could improve my own chances. He must be good if he could talk a young woman into getting fucked with her naked back rubbing against a rough tree trunk.

Chapter Four

I have already expressed to you -- the reader -- that my older sister and I had a frosty relationship. Where did it start? Maybe when I was very young, like 5 or 6 years of age and she would dress me up in girl's clothes and put make-up on me for her personal amusement, and that of her girlfriends.

I hear that some siblings might have that sort of relationship, yet are still there for each other in times of need. Perhaps I hadn't experienced any major times of need, but I had never known her to show any love or empathy toward me -- ever.

I am perhaps a rarity among college students, in that my institution of learning is in my own hometown and I save money by living off-campus at home. So I am around home a lot, a few hours here, a half-day there. So one Wednesday I dropped back home intent on fixing a sandwich and watching a ball game on TV.

Through the kitchen window, I could see my sister and one of her girlfriends having a fun time out by the pool, both of them wearing skimpy bikinis. Now, as I indicated by my comment of observing my sister standing in her group at the party the other night, having the best arse, I am not averse to perving on her body. But incest fans should not get their hopes up ... while I am probably so desperate to get laid that I would even do her, given the chance, I doubt that my sister would go for that, due to our sibling hate relationship.

The two girls came running into the house from the pool, their bodies still wet and looking quite delectable. Up close, I noted that her friend, who I had not met previously, was quite a stunning blonde.

My sister greeted me with sarcastic warmth when she came through the kitchen door and saw that I was home, "Ah that's just great, you're here."

"Yeah I am, it's good to see you too, sis," I responded, quickly switching my gaze to check out her friend.

"Hi!" said her friend brightly and with an engaging smile.

"Hi yourself," said I, giving her my best smile back, "I know my sis won't introduce us properly, so I'm Brad."

"Hi, I'm Amanda," and she accompanied her greeting with a brilliant smile and stepped forward to offer her hand for me to shake.

"It's really nice to meet you Amanda, I'd like to say that Sarah has told me all about you, but that would be a lie since my sister never says boo to me."

"Yeah whatever," came my sister's retort, "why should I talk to you, you jerk-off."

"Love you too babe," I called to the departing Sarah. Amanda extended her smile for me in the midst of the glares flowing back and forth between my sister and I.

"What are you doing home anyway, we thought we'd have the house to ourselves."

"Umm, what for," I asked quickly and before thinking, my mind down in that cess-pool of sexual thoughts that goes with being a 19-year-old who hasn't yet been laid.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, you piss-ant."

"Oh, sibling love, ain't it wonderful," I yelled toward the departing Sarah's back. At least I got a warm giggle from Amanda as she moved to follow my sister deeper into the house.

From a distance, I thought I heard Amanda telling Sarah, "He's cute, how old is he?" although I may have imagined it because my brain was on overload as my eyes were scoping out the departing Amanda's great arse in her skimpy bikini.

I finished making my sandwich and contemplated my next move. Should I too go take a swim or should I at first check out what these two girls were up to? I chose the second option and carrying my sandwich, I strolled down the hallway toward the bedrooms. My sister's door was closed, but the bathroom door was open and the taps were on, filling the bath with a hot steady flow.

My twisted mind quickly recalled the success I had in watching my mom in the bath the other day and I reached a conclusion that something sapphic may be about to occur within this room. I checked at the door of my sister's room, listening for any dialogue or movement. I couldn't hear anything. I quickly reached for the lever that brought the loft ladder down and climbed it rapidly, turning at the top to raise it up out of sight so that suspicions would not be raised when Sarah came out of her room to turn the bath tap off.

Still munching on my sandwich, I hunched over to walk through the confined dusty space to the spot above the ceiling fan from where I had witnessed my mom's self-pleasure only recently. 'Could I get so lucky again?' I pondered, my mind swirling with the fantasy of what two girls together might get up to in a bath.

I positioned myself over the top of the ceiling fan and looked down into the well-lit bathroom. My sister was already in there, turning off the taps. 'Boy, that was close, I hope she didn't come into the hall before I had the ladder fully up,' I hoped, but quickly dismissed that fear. Surely I would have heard her screaming at me if she had.

Sarah tested the warmth of the water with her hand and turning her head toward the open door, called out loudly, "Okay Amanda, I'm ready, it's show time."

Wow, ready for what? I craned my neck, trying to see the bathroom doorway between the blades of the fan. Then, Amanda appeared, still in the bikini she had been wearing when she came in from the pool. So was Sarah.

"Okay, where do you want me?" asked the adorable blonde. Oh, I could tell her where I would want her ... on her back, legs spread, looking up at me with love and expectation of me sinking my cock into her beautiful body ... that's where. The longer it was taking me to get my first genuine fuck, the more obsessed I became.

The bathroom was narrow, only about 8 feet wide, the bath filled the width of the room under the window. Not that the bath was 8 feet long ... it was around a standard 5'6" and then there was a platform that filled to the wall on the left as I looked down on the scene. Sarah directed Amanda to put her feet in the bath but to sit on the end platform.

"Oh, I guess I better take this off," said Amanda just as she had one foot raised to step into the warm bath water.

'I'm guessing that would be best,' I mused, taking in the wondrous sight developing below me.

Amanda brought her foot back, placed her fingers in each side of her bikini bottom and lowered the skimpy garment down over her hips. She kicked them free of her feet and bent over to step into the bath once more. Even from above, my first glimpse of her naked arse scored a ten with me ... it looked smooth and perfect, two wondrous globes of fair skin, separated by the flawless indentation of the crease of her arse.

Amanda had stepped into the bath and spun around, sitting back onto the platform, her feet and legs in water up to her shins. "Spread them," commanded my sister and the blonde complied. The bath wasn't that wide so Amanda simply lifted the leg closest to Sarah and doubled it up, her heel tucked up against her arse. This had the effect of spreading her pubic region lewdly apart.

"Is this going to be painful?" asked Amanda apprehensively.

I watched my sister turn to bring closer a hand razor and what looked like my dad's shaving stick. Hey, it looked as if Sarah was going to shave Amanda's pubes, what a sight this would be.

"Only if my hand slips, so keep perfectly still."

"Okay, I will. It's gotta be better than waxing though. I mean, on some TV show I've seen the look on faces of women getting their pubes waxed, I don't think I could bear that."

"Well girl, waxing will last longer, but this is your call, I'm happy to help."

'And I am happy to watch,' I thought as I settled down to follow the progress of the razor in Sarah's hand. Watching my sister wet the shaving stick by dipping it into the bath water and then applying it to Amanda's pubis, I had the amusing thought of whether tomorrow morning, my dad would smell the blonde's sexual parts on the stick and wonder about it as he shaved.

Sarah wielded the hand razor deftly and Amanda never squealed ... only whimpered and moaned occasionally, but I wondered if that were more from the fingers on Sarah's free hand that I noticed occasionally touched the blonde's sensitive bits. Like accidentally on purpose.

"All done," Sarah told her friend with a satisfied look on her face as she pulled back and stared at Amanda's pubis, admiring her handiwork. The blonde was now hairless, not even a landing strip. "Hop into the water and wash yourself off."

Amanda lifted her arse off the end platform and with her hands on the sides of the bath taking her weight, lowered her body into the bath water. I was disappointed because her best bits were now immersed in the water. She slipped her own hand down and seemed to play around her pubic region, making sure that she cleared away any loose hairs and any remaining lather.

To my surprise, Sarah stood up and removed both parts of her bikini and stepped into the bath. Amanda looked just as stunned as I, asking, "What are you doing?" an alarmed look on her beautiful face.

"Just getting the chlorine off me since the bath's full and its warm and inviting. You ought to wash it off you too while you're there."

Amanda looked a bit hesitant, perhaps the two girls had not been naked in each other's presence before. Nevertheless, the blonde seemed to accept Sarah's reason. Amanda reached for the soap, but my sister took it from her, "Here, I'll do it for you, lose the top."

"What?" exclaimed Amanda, looking shocked that Sarah was intending that both of them should be nude in this bath together.

"Lose it," said Sarah a little tersely and Amanda took her bikini top off, looking to be bullied by my sister's commanding voice.

Now both were naked and I had a magnificent view looking down on two great sets of breasts ... Amanda's nipples hard and taut that I guessed may have been arousal caused by Sarah's just completed work on her pubes.

Sarah reached forward and began soaping her friend, at first just safely around the shoulders and then around behind to her back. But inevitably, just as Amanda appeared to be relaxing, closing her eyes, Sarah's soapy hands came around from her back and began directly massaging the twin globes of the blonde, seeming to pay special attention to those hard taut nubs.

Amanda's eyes flashed open in shock at having her new friend be so intimate in her touching. There was a momentary stalemate as the recipient's shoulders tensed and her arms seemed to fold inward to protect her breasts from unsolicited touching. Sarah's fingers never let up on her friend's breasts and nipples, "It's okay Mandy, relax, just go with it, there's nothing wrong, forget it's me doing it, you'll love this," my sister told her friend.

Well, who would have believed, my own sister wants to touch another woman intimately, who would have guessed?

My mom's having a full-on affair, dad's chasing a woman at the neighbourhood party, my sister could be a lesbian and I can't even get laid.

Amanda kept her arms close by her side but Sarah still had room to use her hands to sensually fondle her friend's breasts and nipples.

"Umm," Amanda seemed to be wavering, "oh my God, I don't know, you shouldn't be doing this ... but oh yes, it does feel nice."

"Of course it does, there's nothing wrong with what I'm doing. Mandy, I'm not asking you to turn lesbian. I'm not one, but you could say I'm bi, I just like to give my friends pleasure, whether they are male or female. If you were a guy, I'd probably be stroking your prick by now. I have to admit that I found shaving your pubic hair very sexy. I'm a bit mellow now, I feel like some nice touching ... and I think maybe you do too."

Amanda allowed her arms to relax and fall away and she closed her eyes, beginning to wallow in the obviously good feelings that Sarah's touch was bringing to her body.

"Here, you do me too," suggested Sarah, abruptly stopping her sapphic fondling long enough to hand the soap to her friend. Amanda was forced to open her eyes and come back to reality, taking the soap and demurely beginning at Sarah's arm.

I was surprised at my sister's timing. If she wanted her sexually, it looked to me that Amanda had been ripe for taking at that point while her breasts and nipples were being so temptingly aroused by Sarah's fingers.

But now, Amanda had retreated to her shy timid self again. Her soapy hands went nowhere near Sarah's breasts and eventually my sister had to reach out and grab them and drag them across her own breasts and nipples. I was fascinated watching the seduction of a female by a female ... how lucky was I to witness most guys' greatest fantasy.




Dysfunctional Family



Timidly and a mite reluctantly, Amanda's soapy hands massaged my sister's fine breasts and Sarah reacted much as her friend had, closing her eyes to soak up the pleasure so obviously tingling through her. But Sarah overplayed her hand when she reached out and took Amanda's hands and pushed them below the bath water, down in between her spread thighs.

Amanda snatched her hand back in apparent shock, "No, not that, I don't want to do that! I don't think I should!"

Too late, Sarah realised her mistake in pushing her friend too quickly. She raised her own hands up to take a hold of her friend's frightened face, "Shush, it's okay Amanda. Hey friend, don't get the wrong idea. I'm as straight as you, but there's nothing wrong if there's no suitable guy around for girls to experiment, just have a bit of fun together. I told you I think I'm bi, but I still like to get a guy's real live genuine prick inside me."

Amanda seemed to calm down a bit and my sister continued, "Don't worry, I don't need you to do anything to me ... really, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do." Sarah's face was up really close to Amanda now and I had to crane my head around the fan blades to hear her words, "What I'd really like now is to check out my handiwork, to see how smooth your new hairless pussy is. Why don't you stand up so I can examine it up close."

"I don't know," responded Amanda cautiosly, still with a fearful tremor in her voice.

"Come on baby, let me have a look now that you've rinsed the loose hairs and shaving cream away."

Sarah sat at her end of the bath watching and waiting while Amanda appeared to assess the risks involved in standing up in the bath and exposing her intimate parts to Sarah's gaze. Slowly, the blonde pushed her body upright, standing with legs together facing the sitting Sarah. My sister moved her legs, pushing them between the standing girl's legs, forcing them to part.

For a moment, Sarah seemed content to peer intently at Amanda's shaved crotch, seemingly admiring the work she had done with the hand razor. Then my sister's hands snaked up out of the water, stroking the back of Amanda's legs, past the knees, up the backs of her thighs. Suddenly Sarah took a firm grip on the blonde's arse cheeks to hold her steady and her head shot forward, her tongue out, ready to strike like a snake's fang. Sarah's wet tongue hit its target cleanly, swiping it in an upward stroke along the slightly parted puffy lips of Amanda's pussy.

There was a half scream, "No!" from Amanda and she looked to be trying to break free of my sister's hold. But then an uncontrollable gasp followed by a moan as my sister's tongue hit all the right nerve endings and reached the tiny emerging bud of the blonde's clitoris. "Aaaah! Oh my God yes!"

From my vantage point, I could only imagine the dilemma that Amanda was debating in her head. By her resistance up to now, I would guess that her moral family upbringing would reject a sexual act from another young woman being enjoyed. But the sensations that must now be sweeping through her lower body from my sister's tongue already looked like they might win out.

Sure enough, that loud 'No' was the only negative reaction I would hear from Amanda as her knees buckled then re-straightened and her hands dropped to hold Sarah's head at her crotch while the invading tongue did magical things to her sexual appetite. Were Amanda's hands on Sarah's head to stop her from toppling over or to hold my sister's tongue on her clit.

The blonde let out a long audible sigh that rolled into a pleasurable moan. Sarah's tongue swiped along the lower lips again and Amanda's moan was louder this time. From my viewing stage above, I felt my cock hard and stiff, but I tried to resist stroking it to a finish yet.

Sarah's tongue was relentless, unwilling to give Amanda any respite until the blonde's legs began trembling unsteadily in the bath and Sarah tightened her hands' hold on the girl's arse cheeks, clamping her crotch tighter to my sister's face.

The shaking legs indicated that Amanda's orgasm was getting closer, and then suddenly it hit her. I was scared that the blonde would fall but Sarah held her up tightly. The bath water swirled around as the shaking legs started a vortex in the water and the girl's abdomen thrust forward and back in a wild series of spasms. It was arousing stuff for this 19-year-old who would desperately love to have his cock right where my sister's tongue was.

Gently and caringly, Sarah eased Amanda's body down into a sitting position back in the bath as the pulsing deep inside the blonde's body began to diminish.

For a minute or two, there was an awkward silence as Amanda opened her eyes and stared back into Sarah's eyes, each seeming to want the other to speak first.

Uncomfortable with the long silence, Amanda eventually spoke, "Umm, my upbringing says that I shouldn't have let you do that, but ... but ... oh my God, that was fantastic. Thank you Sarah."

"That's okay, I could see you were enjoying it, I'm just happy that I could do it for you. Back in the pool you told me how horny you were feeling today, you know, you said how you think it might be your time in the cycle, when you are really ripe for getting fucked. Since there was no eligible guy around for you, and after I got turned on shaving you, I figured that it was the least I could do."

"Shit, you sure took me by surprise, but it was nice Sarah, thank you."

"So what will we do now?" I wondered if Sarah was now going to try to have her friend reciprocate.

Amanda must have had the same thought, "Sarah, I guess now that you'd like me to do that for you ... but I'm sorry, I don't think I'm quite ready to do that, to lick another woman ... do you mind?"

"No honey, I'm okay, I understand. Are you good now Mandy?"

"Well ... you're probably gonna think I'm terribly selfish, but even though I've just cum, and you eased me into that so well too, but my God, I would so love to get a real prick up inside me at this moment."

"Mandy, you nympho, what has got into you today?"

"Well, not a guy that's for sure. Sarah, you know, as wonderful as your tongue felt, some days I just need that hard driving fuck that only a guy can give."

"Well honey, I gotta say that I can't wave a magic wand for you on that one, particularly with you between boyfriends at the moment."

Amanda stopped beating around the bush, revealing that she had a plan, "There is a guy that you can get me."

"What, who's that?"

"Your brother! I told you I think he's cute."

What was that that she just said, hold the phone! Hey, I never saw that coming. Did I just hear right, did she suggest me? Holy shit, I had continued to slowly stroke my cock. Fortunately I resisted the temptation to cum when Amanda did, thinking that the impromptu exhibition that I had witnessed might not be over. I half expected my sister to demand that Amanda get her off the same way and I would have let myself cum watching that. But now, hearing this revelation, I let go of my cock. 'Better preserve myself, don't cum now in case I get called into duty.'

"Oh Mandy, shit no, you wouldn't want him. My God, you could do so much better."

"No, he's perfect for me right now. As you pointed out, I am between boyfriends ... you know it's been 4 months since Geoff and I broke up, that's 4 months since I've had a guy inside me. I've so missed fucking and your brother's here, in the house right now. Sarah, you told me he's younger than us, didn't you?"

"Yeah, he is, by two years," Sarah sounded disgusted that her friend would even contemplate having me sexually.

"Well, if he's a typical young 19-year-old, he's not about to reject me, is he ... particularly not if you asked him for me? I think I'd be embarrassed knocking on his bedroom door and asking him to fuck me. I'd feel like a real slut."

"So having me ask him for you clears you of that label?"

"I think so ... I mean, couldn't you put it to him like you were doing him a favour, sort of say something like I think I can get my friend to have sex with you if you're interested. Makes me not sound quite so sluttish, doesn't it? Like it puts the ball in his court, lets him think that he can seduce me, I'd be an older woman to him."

"You're crazy Amanda, I don't know where you got this idea from. I know you said you were still horny, but surely you could get some other guy. It's just that my brother is so yuck."

"That's the way you see him, that's a typical sibling thing. But I look at him and he's a pretty good looking guy, looks clean and I am sure that right now he could make me feel real good inside. I just need a guy so much, I told you it's been 4 months."

To my surprise, Sarah seemed to concede defeat at that point. I figured that she would argue against me much longer, "Okay, so you want me to go ask him if he'd like you? Is that right ... you want me to let him think it's my idea? I want to tell you Amanda that he might be suspicious. I've put so much shit on him over the years that he's never gonna believe that I would do him this sort of favour."

"Yeah, well please try for me Sarah ... pretty please," Amanda tipped her head to one side in a coquettish look. I wondered if she was a spoilt girl who always got what she wanted. Whatever, it was me that she wanted at this moment and I wasn't about to play hard to get.

I watched as Sarah began to lift herself out of the water. Shit, I better get down out of here and quick. Surely it will take Sarah a minute or so to dry the water off her body and put her bikini back on so that she is decent when she comes to my room. I crawled across to the pull-up ladder and lowered it back down into the hallway. I clambered down and just managed to get it pushed back up into place before the bathroom door flew open and Sarah emerged on her own.

I turned my back and headed toward my bedroom, attempting to look nonchalant and unaware of my sister walking behind me about to make an incredible request.

I reached the sanctity of my bedroom and pushed the door closed behind me, but Sarah caught it, pushed it back open and followed me in. I sat down on my bed and turned to await the invitation that I knew was coming and that had my cock raging in the tight confines of my pants.

"Some boner," said my sister, her head nodding in the direction of my crotch, "so are you ready for it?"

These weren't the opening words that I was expecting so I needed to feign surprise. "What are you talking about Sarah?"

"Don't give me that shit, you dirty voyeur ... I know you've been watching us, you grub. You saw it all and you heard it all so you know what I'm here for."

"What ... what do you mean?" I found myself stuttering, not expecting that accusation from Sarah.

"I know that you were up there ... in the loft. You would have seen it all, did it turn you on when I sucked Amanda? Did you get your rocks off to that, little brother?"

I didn't know how to respond. I don't know how she knew, but it seemed that she had sprung me, she knew that I had climbed up there to watch the whole show. If so, I wondered why she hadn't screamed up at me while she was in the bath ... to embarrass me and expose me for what I had become -- a pervert and a voyeur.

I realised that there was no point in denying that I was up there, "So how did you know? Why did you let me stay if you knew?"

"I saw the ladder disappearing up to the ceiling as I came into the hall on the way to turn the taps off in the bathroom. I figured that it had to be you hiding up there. I decided to give you a show to remember ... then when it was all over, I was going to scream out at you and let Amanda know what a creep you were."

"So what stopped you?"

"Before I could do that, Amanda started getting all mushy about me getting you to fuck her. As much as I hate you, little brother, she has become my best friend and I would do anything for her. But in all the time I've known her, I've never seen her this way, she is so horny. She seems obsessed with my getting you to fuck her, so I'm going to have to go along with it. That means that you got away with spying on us, you little creep. I'll find some other way to get you back for that."

"I can hardly wait," I retorted and smirked at my sister, knowing that for the moment, I had the upper hand ... and that was rare for me.

"What, hardly wait for me to pay you back or hardly wait to get your fuckin' tool into my best friend?"

"Both, if you like, so how do we play this, what happens now?" I couldn't believe after all this time waiting to have my first fuck with a woman, that out of the blue, the magic moment was about to happen. All the planning over the past few years and now this opportunity just falls into my lap. Of course, I had never told my sister that I had never done it with a girl or woman before and now was not the time to reveal that fact.

"Well shit-head, you probably heard Amanda say that she didn't want to look like a slut in your eyes, so you have to play along with this. I am supposed to be in here now, suggesting to you that you might like to sneak into my room and seduce my best friend. So she will play a little bit hard to get just so that you don't think she's easy."

"Which she obviously is."

"Careful what you say about my friend. She's not really, I cannot get over why she seems to want you, but as you heard her say, she hasn't had a fuck for 4 months since she broke up with her last boyfriend, so I think you'll find her hot for it. I hope you can perform for her ... you didn't shoot off while you were watching us, did you?"

"No, no I didn't! I could have and nearly did, but somehow I was holding back." I decided that it might be too much information for me to admit to my sister that I was going to use the sight of Amanda sucking her pussy to get my rocks off.

"Alright little brother, you know what you've got to do, so go for it. She should have towelled off and be back in my room by now."

I got up off my bed and walked to the door, pausing to look back at my sister sitting on my bed, a blank look on her face. Even in this moment, she couldn't show warmth or sibling love for me. What was about to happen was against her better judgement.

I slipped out into the hall and quickly reached my sister's bedroom door. It was closed and I considered knocking, but instead reached for the handle and turned it cautiously, wondering what sight would greet me when I opened the door.

The room was quite dark, the lights were off and the blind had been lowered. I peered around the room, initially not seeing any sign of life. Maybe Amanda was still in the bathroom. Then I spotted a slight movement on the bed and I moved toward it. There was Amanda, she had some skimpy clothing on but in the semi-dark it didn't look like her colourful bikini.

As I reached the side of the bed, I could see that she was lying there on the sheet with no covers over her. She was wearing a pair of white panties, nothing else and she was either asleep or feigning sleep. Her eyes were closed. I didn't know what to do ... should I get on the bed and just start kissing and fondling her and have her pretend to wake up surprised that I was there? Or should I gently wake her and tell her that I wanted her?

I decided on the first option, having heard enough of the girls' plans from my hiding spot to know that there was no way Amanda was going to reject my advances, no matter how bold they may appear to be. If my taking her by surprise while she slept was the blonde's way of convincing herself and me that she was not a slut, then so be it.

I clambered onto the bed and moved over her prone body, placing a knee either side of her hips, then lowering my head down to take one of her naked soft nipples in between my lips. I began to suck on the little bud, adding my tongue to swirl around and around it as the nipple sprang into life under my ministrations.

Amanda made a sound from deep in her throat, bringing it to the surface with an "Ummm!" I switched sides and using the same technique, brought the other nipple up to stiff attention. That drew a verbal response, "What's happening, what are you doing?"

I played along with being the seducer, "Shush, it's okay Amanda, it's just me, Brad, Sarah's brother. We met in the kitchen, remember ... oh babe, I want you, I need you now."

She was good, I will give her that, playing a part, "Hold on Brad, so what do you think you're doing. Just because you saw me in my bikini and decided you wanted me, that doesn't mean you can come in here and take advantage of me while I'm asleep." She even sounded annoyed ... I think I would be convinced if I hadn't overheard the plan outlined. "Where's Sarah? Did she tell you it was okay to do this?" She lifted her head up to look around the darkened room.

"No she didn't," I lied, "I don't know where she is, forget my sister, there's just you and me in here and you look so good lying there and I so want you." I didn't really want to be arguing for this when I knew I didn't need to, knowing her resistance was just a façade. I cut my pleas short, ducking my head back down to begin to work my lips and tongue around her nipples again. Now it was over to Amanda, she could give up her feeble protest and lie there and just accept my seduction.

My hands strayed too and one drifted down over her flat belly and lightly touched the front of her silky panties. "Ummm! You do take liberties, don't you? I should call a stop to this right now, get up and walk out and tell your sister what you tried to do."

I pulled my head back, my mouth freeing the nipple I was working on. Looking down into her eyes, I tried to sound firm and confident, "You don't want to do that, you look like a hot babe to me."

"Umm, you sound like you've got some balls, are you going to use them? What if I don't stop you now, what do you want to do with me?"

I surprised myself with how I was taking control. It probably helped that I had heard her wish to have me. I cannot believe that I could approach a woman this confidently if I wasn't armed with that information. "My cock is stiff as a board and I want to fuck you with it, Amanda. I want to put it into your sweet pussy and fuck until we both cum."

"Um, you are a confident young man, aren't you?" Was she attempting to build me up now, ensure that I was up to the task? "What gave you the idea that you can come in here and do this to me when I've only just met you. You know, you're very lucky that I am as horny as I am today, otherwise you'd be no chance with me. I've never let a guy get this close to me this quickly, but you're kind of cute ... and my God, I haven't had a man inside me in 4 months. Oh shit Brad, I need it, will you be good for me? Promise me you will."

Not much resistance on her part now, just that little speech so that I didn't think bad of her, that she was too easy. I moved my head up and kissed her on the mouth. Hers opened and nearly swallowed my lips and tongue up as she went to work, mashing her open mouth to mine, her tongue claiming mine in a move that sent sensual shivers running up and down my body. So this is what it was like to eventually be on the verge of my first real live fuck.

I lowered my hips down until my still clothed rampant cock made contact with her belly and a guttural sound of emotion somehow escaped between our clamped mouths. Her body twisted and turned beneath me and her legs came up and folded over mine as if I was already inside her. This was some hot woman, but my sister's words about my performing came back to haunt me. I needed to control myself even though I could feel her belly clad in the silky panties rubbing herself up and down against the sensitive underside of my cockhead.

When I feared that I could cum in my pants just from the sensual sensations that her probing tongue and wet lips provided on mine, I managed to tear my mouth away from hers. I was still wearing a shirt and shorts and some underpants too. "Come on, get this off," she demanded urgently now that her mouth was free to form words.




Dysfunctional Family



"Okay!" I agreed, lifting up off her to start unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands were already anxiously tugging on my shorts, trying to get them off me with eager impatience. As I shed my shirt, she managed to haul my shorts down and then her hands returned to grasp my underpants and she hauled them down too, freeing my rampant hard-on that sprang up to point her way.

"Yes, it looks nice, I knew it would be, after all you're my best friend's brother. I'm surprised we haven't met before this. Where have you been all this time?"

"Nowhere special, just hanging around," I told her, wondering if I should be making a move to get her panties off now that she had me naked.

"Well, you can hang around me a bit with that healthy specimen," she enthused, using her fingers to reach between our bodies and fondle and stroke it, raising fresh alarm bells in my mind as I experienced an early pulsing in my cock from her sensual touch.

I had to get my cock away from her before I blew it. I pulled my body up and away from her, "Hey, where you going?" she protested.

"I just want to get these off," I told her as I reached down and grasped her silky panties at her hips, hauling them down as she made it easy for me by eagerly lifting her arse up off the bed.

Now we were both stark naked and I took a moment to admire the very first female body that I would enter with my cock. My eyes scanned up and down, she curved deliciously in all the right places ... then my eyes raised to see her eyes looking back at me, watching me admiring her body.

"Stop staring, you'll make me self conscious."

"You've got nothing to worry about, I was just taking in your beauty. You have a sensational body."

Amanda seemed genuinely thrilled to hear how impressed I was, "Oh thank you, Brad, you are so nice, to take the time to pay me a compliment at a time like this. Some guys would just want to get it into me."

I had got this far, but now I wasn't sure of my next move. I mean, I was so ready and so scared that I might blow any moment that I just wanted my cock inside her, but from all that I had read and heard, a woman needs some foreplay. A quick suck on her nipples and an erotic kiss could hardly be termed foreplay. I reached down and began running my fingers up and down the slit of her labia lips, finding some moisture there. 'Perhaps she is ready now,' I wondered, my fingers exploring further as I watched Amanda closing her eyes and whimpering in pleasure.

I continued my digital fondling, the pad of my fingertips circling around her clit and then pushing one finger down until I found her opening, juicy and wet. I pushed that finger inside her and the blonde emitted a long loud sigh. I curled that finger up to tickle the roof of her passage where I had read that her g spot was located. I must have struck it lucky first time because her legs drifted further apart and she hunched her hips up at me, seeking more of my finger.

"Aaah, that's so nice, what you're doing ... but I need more, I want all of you inside me. Don't make me wait, I don't want to beg for it. Oh Brad, I'm ready now, I think I was ready the minute you came into the room."

The moment of truth had arrived, this wonderful woman was so receptive, she was making it easy for me. I was about to give up my virginity, I was about to sink my hard erection into a woman's vagina for the very first time. I lifted up and stretched my body out just above hers, looking down between us, watching my cock position itself at her pussy lips.

Amanda even helped me make my next move, taking a hold of my hard-on and positioning the head right at the wet opening of her vagina. I nudged the head forward and I heard her gasp as my knob was sucked into the silky wet grasp of her quite tight opening. Then it was my turn to emote, "Oh God," I uttered, overcome by the warm and wet clutching grip of her inner passage enveloping the head of my cock.

"It feels good Brad, give me more, I want more!"

'Oh so did I,' but I had to be careful not to let the sensations take over me. Wanting to appear like an experienced fucker, I pressed forward, pushing a little more of my shaft up inside the tight velvet-like passage, overcome by the way her wet insides gripped my shaft so possessively.

"More, give me more, I want all of you inside me," she eagerly urged, her legs locking around mine, her knees bent, her heels up hard against my arse cheeks. She pressed her heels firmly into the flesh of my cheeks in an undisguised signal for me to thrust some more of myself inside her. I obliged, pushing harder and her wondrous silky passage sucked all of my shaft inside her until my pubic hairs were pressing at her hairless pubis.

"Y-e-s-s! That's what I want! Oh yes Brad, so good ... oh God, it's been so long."

I stifled a personal chuckle, 'If only she knew how long it's been for me. Beautiful Amanda had missed about 4 months of this, I had missed a lifetime so far.'

I soaked up the intense pleasure of laying there upon this gorgeous young woman who curved in all the right places, and who had such a beautiful face that looked up at me expectantly. I was enthralled at how good it felt for my cock to be lodged so securely within the succulent grip of her vagina. I could have lain there, absorbing this wonderful feeling for the next hour, but the woman beneath me was already making it perfectly clear that she was not about to lie here in this bed for a cuddle.

I felt Amanda's body moving below me, striving to get some action happening and so I obliged, pushing most of my upper body weight onto my arms and withdrawing my pelvis, letting my cock slide back from the warm confines of her tight passage. I withdrew until only the very tip of my cock-head was barely held by the entrance to her vagina. I paused there, looking down into the eyes of Amanda with a smile on my face. I loved the look on her face as I slowly pressed my whole shaft back into her pulsing body in one long continuous stroke .. until my cock was once more embedded within her body.

Her eyes closed on the in-stroke and then as I started an in-out rhythm going, slowly at first, I watched her eyes open to watch my face on the long withdrawal stroke. I was really getting into this and this first fuck was everything that I had expected it would be ... AND more.

'Control, I must maintain control over how good this feels,' I needed to remind myself as I let the fabulous sensations from the grip of her vagina around my sensitive cock run through my body. 'Mustn't let my brain and my balls feel how good this is.'

Each thrusting stroke was slow, deeply probing into Amanda's hot body, but already I could feel her body signalling her urgent need on every stroke. She wanted it faster, she wanted me to drive my cock into her body in a piston-like manner, building the pace up quickly. Her heels rhythmically digging into my arse cheeks verified that.

Gradually, in spite of my common sense relating to me the tortoise and the hare tale that slow and steady wins the race, I succumbed to her urgent need for a strong, hard and aggressive fuck. I built up the pace and heard her heavy breathing record that she was happier with that.

But now I was slipping into the danger zone. My testicles had tightened up, it felt like there was serious sperm production going on down there. I plunged on, thrusting my cock in and out, filling her hot vagina with every deep stroke, but all the time trying to think of so many other things, thinking of being anywhere but in my sister's comfortable bed, relishing my first ever fuck, doing it with her best friend. I had to keep my mind off the rapidly approaching inevitability that I was about to cum inside this blonde woman ... my magical first time.

Now faced with the reality that I had little control remaining over my imminent cumming, my mind flashed through a myriad of thoughts, 'Will she be pissed that I've cum too soon?' 'Should I tell her it's my first time so she understands?' 'Will she let me stay with her until I can recover and do it again -- slower?'

I looked down to see her eyes now closed on every stroke, both in and out, and I listened to her ragged heavy breathing, searching for -- hoping for - a sign that she might be about to cum. There was no doubt I was, my strokes into Amanda's vagina were now quicker but shorter, faced with the inevitable climax approaching.

She was humping her hips up at me on every stroke. I was becoming delirious from the pleasure of this first fuck. And then, just as I was resigned to embarrassing myself with an early ejaculation, I heard her gasping loudly, the sounds familiar to me from the number of times I had watched movies in which women vocalised the pleasures of their orgasms.

Yes, I plunged on, knowing my own finish would come on any stroke now, but relieved that she sounded to be so close herself that even if I got there first, I could maybe push myself to go two or three strokes more to ensure she climaxed too.

Amanda screamed in my ear, "Yes, oh yes, oh God I'm there!" declaring to anyone within shouting distance that she was indeed cumming and then I felt the cum soar up through my shaft and I was spurting it into her pulsing, throbbing vagina. What a fabulous sensation to be inside a woman as my cock spasmed, delivering its potentially life-creating sperm.

I allowed myself a big satisfied grin as I lay upon this hot so feminine body, my cock blasting her insides with my cum while her body reciprocated, pulsing and throbbing around my cock, accepting my bodily fluids deep inside her.

I collapsed on Amanda's body while my cock continued to spasm within her, weakening now. Then as she came down from her pounding orgasm, she touched my head that lay alongside hers. "Hey, did you cum too"

"Yes I did!" I told her dreamily, still enthralled by the pleasures that had ripped through my body while my cock was encased inside her vagina.

"Oh no, not already, that was too quick! Oh shit, I was hoping for it to go a bit longer."

Oh oh, sounds like the joint orgasms weren't enough, mark my effort down as a fail. We had both cum and I had hoped that she felt as good as I do, but here she was telling me it wasn't long enough.

"I'm sorry Amanda, I wanted it to go longer too, but it just felt too good being inside you." I was learning quickly, might as well take the credit for her orgasm, "I couldn't hold back any longer once I'd got you to cum."

I lifted my head to look down into her eyes. Yes, she definitely was pissed, "I just expected that you would be better, I don't know why. You can never tell how good a guy will be until you get into bed with him."

She sounded like she was talking from plenty of experience.

"I will be next time," I promised.

"What makes you think there'll be one?"

I was losing the battle. Desperate now, I realised that I would have to confess, I needed the sympathy vote, better bring out the big excuse, "Because you've got to give me another chance, you were my first!"

"Yeah, first and last time inside me buddy."

"No, I mean you were the first, my first ever, the first woman I've ever had sex with."

I saw this incredulous look come over Amanda's face as she absorbed the meaning of my words, "What, you've got to be kidding me."

"No really, I haven't ever done this with any woman before. Given this was the first time for me, I thought it went alright."

"You're just saying that."

"No I'm not, I have never had my cock inside any woman until just now."

"What did he say?" came a voice in the semi-dark from over behind us. I recognised my sister's voice.

"How long have you been there?" asked Amanda of my sister, her tone one of annoyance, as mine would have been too if I had spoken to Sarah at this time.

"I slipped in right after my brother did, so to speak."

"Shit Sarah, you could have given us some privacy?"

"Fuck that, I helped set you two up, I wanted to watch, see how it worked out. My God, I never would have done that if I had known my lame brother was a fuckin' virgin. What a loser!"

Sarah's attitude turned out to be just what I needed. But to my relief, her attempt to put shit on me backfired as Amanda jumped to my defence, "Actually Sarah, I think its sweet, I think I like the fact that I just helped a nice guy find out how good sex can be." As she said the words, Amanda wrapped her arms and legs tighter around me and hugged me to her body.

"I'm pleased for you that you came Mandy, but I give my dorky brother a 2 out of 10 for his piss-weak effort."

"Thanks for nothing sis," I called back over my shoulder.

"Leave us alone thanks Sarah," asked my blonde bed partner.

"It's my room Mandy, besides it looks to me like the show's over."

"No, it's not over Sarah, I'm going to spend some more time with my lover, I think we need to have a little more loving."

"Oh please!" bleated my sister.

"Either you leave us alone or we will just move over to Brad's room," said Amanda firmly.

"Oh okay, now you're both pissing me off."

Amanda could see my sister over my shoulder, but lying face down on the blonde, I couldn't see Sarah back behind me. I could hear her stamp out of her own bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"That's better, it's just us now," said Amanda sweetly, "so tell me about yourself Brad, how come you've waited so long to have sex with a woman?"

"The timing of it wasn't my idea, it's just taken me this long for it to happen. It was certainly not for my lack of trying."

After she initially showed annoyance at my cumming so quickly, she was now being very caring and sympathetic. "So tell me, was your first time everything you expected it to be?"

"Oh God, was it what! It was fantastic everything I expected ... and more, you were wonderful. It feels so nice being inside you," and I attempted to thrust my now one-third size erection that was still clinging within her vagina.

"Umm, you could have something there to work with Brad, how about we try for some more?"

"I'll be in that!"

Amanda was wonderfully patient with me. I pulled out and lay down beside her in my sister's bed, our sexual fluids leaking onto the sheet, and I didn't care. She rolled over onto her side to face me and began playing with my cock, stroking it back toward hard-on status. It took maybe 15 minutes of her fondling until I was once again standing proud and tall.

"So how do you want to do it now?" she asked.

"I don't care, anyway so long as I can be inside you again."

"Do you mind if I get on top?" she asked.

"No, go for it," I told her smiling broadly, just happy to have this first time extended.

She climbed up over my body, settling her legs either side of me, then raising up until her pussy was poised over the top of my erection. Then she centred my cock at the opening to her vagina and slowly slid down over my hard-on. The feeling was exquisite as the wet warmth of her velvety lining closed completely around my shaft.

Amanda controlled the pace, her face hovering over mine, watching for any signs of my losing it quickly as I did the first time. She may have only been two years older than me but she appeared to be so experienced in fucking. She controlled our pace expertly and I managed to keep going this time for -- oh, I don't know, it felt like 10 or 15 minutes. Best of all, she wriggled around on top of my cock, constantly improving the angle and the pressure for herself to bring on two orgasms purely for her to enjoy over that period. And when the time eventually came where we were both riding on the edge, both of us about to lose it, she skilfully rolled us over, putting her back beneath me and giving me the chance to be dominant, on top and bringing us to a climax together.

"Now Brad, fuck me the way I know you want to, I'm all yours!" she urged, locking her legs around behind my arse and humping her hips up at me, seeking to drag all of me inside her on every last stroke.

Our combined finishes were exciting, her third mingling with my first this time around, buoying me up and lifting my confidence for the future encounters in the sex life that lay ahead of me.

I am happy to say that there were more times with Amanda and she taught me a lot, so much so that I didn't need to go crawling around in that dusty loft as much. I cannot say that my parents behaved themselves any better though. My mom was out a lot and I suspect she was with her Paul, while dad seemed to chase every female he could get into bed -- or against a tree ... it didn't seem to matter to him.

My sister just continued being a bitch to me and went around telling her friends that I was so backward that at 19 I only had sex with one woman.

The End