15 comments/ 309322 views/ 55 favorites A Little from My Sister By: Art Where to start? One thing's for sure, this would sure make one hell of a Catholic confession; "Forgive me father for I have sinned." "And what is your sin my son?" "I have been banging my sister, father, and she's one hell of a hot piece of ass too!" I can only guess at what the penance for that one would be! You could say it started just after we turned eighteen. And what is "it?" Sex with my sister - one of the big taboos! I'm John I have a twin sister, Sharon, and I was just seriously getting into sex (late bloomer) at that age. By that, I mean I had most of this sex thing figured out, my hormones were raging, and I wanted to get laid. I had known what women's bodies looked like and the rudiments of sex and sexual intercourse for a few years, but it hadn't been all that big a deal - up until then. Having been born in the later winter, we were a little older than a lot of kids in our class - who apparently weren't late bloomers. My real problem was I didn't have a girl to have sex with. My sister and I lived with our parents in an old house that they had owned since before we were born. It was the kind that had two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs and one bedroom and a bathroom downstairs, along with a formal dining room, kitchen, living room, and so on. The place had old-fashioned locks on the doors, well, the inside ones anyway: the kind with a "skeleton key" as they are called - the kind where if the key isn't in the lock, you can peek inside the other room. My sister and I had the bedrooms upstairs and our parents had the one downstairs. Not a large house, but a comfortable one; we were far from rich. This house was also out in the country, which added to our isolation too: so much for the house. I started to have a greater interest in girls and, since my sister was just that, something of an interest in her body. Most of the time we got along rather well as we got into our teen years; partly, this was brought about by two working parents - meaning we were left alone a lot of the time. What has that got to do with getting along? Well, we discovered that by working together we could pull a lot more wool over our parent's eyes than we could if we were at odds with each other and it really hurt if one of us ratted out the other. So, I played dumb for her, she played dumb for me, I didn't rat on her, she didn't rat on me, and even better, she lied for me and I lied for her. Not exactly being idiots, we also knew where to draw the line on all of that. My sister and I usually took between two and three showers or baths a week. Our bathroom was the upstairs one and we shared it. I have long been aware that when she used the bathroom she habitually locked the bathroom door and, for some reason, removed the key. Recently, with my heightened interest in girl's bodies, I had occasionally started spying on her while she was drying off after taking a bath or shower. All I had to do was be sure to keep an ear out in case either of our parents came upstairs. It really wouldn't do to be caught peeking through the keyhole at my nude sister by either parent. I didn't watch her at every opportunity, and nor did she put on much of a show very often either. There were times when I was horny and wanted to see her nude body and she would be out of position so much that I hardly got to see anything at all; now that was frustrating. As far as I knew, she never spied on me nor did she know I was watching her. I also left the key in the keyhole and that would certainly have impeded her vision had she tried spying on me. Somewhere during the late spring of our senior year in high school, things changed a little. I can't say that it just happened one day, but the "shows" got better. I had started watching her just about as often as I could. By now she was more into showers that she was into baths - which made it a lot easier to tell when the show started. I would wait until I heard the shower water shut off, give her a few seconds to get out of the shower, and then peek through the keyhole. There hadn't been any point in watching through the keyhole while she was in the shower: there wasn't anything to see and it left me exposed to a parent finding me with my eyeball glued to a keyhole should I be so careless as to not be listening for them. Now, when she stepped out of the shower, she would stay facing the door as she got dried, and seem to check over her body, standing there perfectly nude. She would tease her nipples a little, making sure they were perfectly erect, and fluffing up what little pubic hair she had between her legs, and not exactly keeping those rather shapely legs close together either. It was like she knew I was watching, or hoped I was, and was putting on a show for me: exposing herself to me. Early on, these shows weren't reliable: some days I got a great show, some days I couldn't see much of anything. But, as time went on, the more likely she was to put on a good show almost every time. We had both had a few dates. Mine weren't anything to write home about, and while I had managed to cop a few feels, that was about as far as any of the girls would let me go; maybe they would have gone further, but maybe I gave up too easily. Sharon had a few dates where the boy had been a little too pushy about going further than just feeling her rather good looking boobs and while she was getting horny as hell, wasn't going to put up with that. She just didn't like pushy boys; things were going to go at her pace when it came to sex on a date or the sex part just wasn't going to happen. She knew as little about what to do with a boy as I did about what to do with a girl. And, as far as I knew, her sex life was about like mine - zip. The two of us had a few basic problems in common that limited our social life: our parents were relatively poor, we were pretty plain - the kind of kid that never gets noticed: not so ugly as to be made fun of but not one of the "pretty" set either. I wasn't a jock, or into sports in any way, and neither was she. Living out in the country in a family with just one car meant that getting the car for a date for the whole evening was near impossible. And to top things off, neither of us could dance worth a lick; kinda odd for a girl, but she really felt self-conscious about dancing so she usually tried to avoid it. My father never did get around to the old father-and-son sex talk with me. Sex education for me came at the hands of Eddy Brown or Fast Eddy as we used to call him. Fast Eddie was just another kid in our class with one difference - he had certain "connections." His father had a collection of porn flicks on tape. Now and then Eddy's parents would leave him alone at home and he would give me, and sometimes a few other boys, a quick phone call. I would, if I could get away, hop on my bicycle and race over to his place and we would watch those porn flicks - especially if his father had purchased a new one. Somehow we had the sense to know that women didn't shuck their clothes nearly as fast as they did in those movies and we suspected most wouldn't do, or didn't like, a lot of what they showed in the movies either, but we did eventually learn about clits, eating pussy, and a few other things. His father was also fond of, shall we say, "fuck books:" those being both magazines and X-rated novels. His father never kept them for very long. And, when he put them in the trash, Eddy usually managed to retrieve them, read them, and pass them on to a few select friends - myself being one of the select few. Another glorious source of sexual information, albeit slightly out of kilter with reality. Sharon and I rode a bus to school and got home long before our parents did. We came home and did our chores and usually got our homework out of the way. Sometimes we helped each other with the homework and sometimes, if we had the same classes, we would cheat like all hell; she would do the homework for one class and I would do it for the other, then we would copy each other's work. Come to think of it, teachers must have hated having twins in their class; we thought we were being very clever, but they were more than likely on to us. She would never take a shower after school; it was an evening event. All of a sudden one day, she got her chores and homework done quickly and announced that she was going upstairs to take a shower. "In the middle of the afternoon?" I asked rather incredulously. "Yes, I feel a little hot and sweaty." It wasn't that hot out and she certainly hadn't worked up a sweat doing her few chores that day. "Suit yourself," I said getting back to what I was doing. I had to wonder why she was announcing that she was going to take a shower - unless she really wanted me to know that she was going to be doing that and wanted an audience. That thought occurred to me not long after I heard the shower start. Now the quandary: do I go and watch and get a great show today, or is she trying to see if I am watching her and will get pissed if she finds out that I do watch her and possibly rat me out to our parents? I thought about it for a while and decided that if she were going to tattle on me, she would have taken the shower in the evening when our parents were home and ratted me out on the spot. I presumed that just maybe she knew I watched, she was horny as hell, and wanted an audience. So, I quietly slipped upstairs and into my room until I heard her turn off the water. Only then did I quietly slip out into the hall and peer though the keyhole. Sure enough, it was show time! She got out of the shower and put on quite a show as she got dried; even moving closer to the door and turned around and bending over to dry the front of her sexy legs. Yea, my sister had a very sexy body and great legs and today she was really being quite the exhibitionist. She might have been my sister, but I knew a sexy girl when I saw one; okay, the face and hair were pretty plain-jane, but that body was pretty hot as far as I was concerned. Anyway, I got a great view of her ass and pussy when she did that. After that, she had turned around and moved toward the tub again while she fiddled with her hair and eventually got the towel wrapped around her wet hair - all the while giving me a full frontal view of her body. I had an erection that was killing me and had unzipped my jeans and had taken my dick out and was slowly stroking it while I was watching her. When I figured she was about done, more by dumb luck than anything, I slipped my dick back into my jeans, intending to finish myself off in a few minutes in my room or in the garage, and had just zipped my jeans when she suddenly opened the door. There hadn't been any warning, as she had never locked the door - I had just mistakenly assumed it was locked and it would take enough time for her to unlock it for me to make my getaway. Standing there nude, save the towel on her head, she said, "Enjoying the view?" She wasn't making any attempt at covering anything, just standing there completely nude waiting for an answer. Now that was a stupid question if there ever was one! A thin good looking girl is standing nude in front of a teenage boy and she wants to know if he is enjoying the view? She didn't seem pissed; she was actually smiling. "What view?" I said after several seconds and blushing badly. My eyes must have been bugging out, and I wasn't looking her in the eye either. "Through the keyhole and right now John!" I took in a few more seconds of this fantastic and unexpected view before answering. "Yea, right now the view is pretty spectacular, but what makes you think I was watching you through the keyhole?" I said guarding my words. You might notice I hadn't exactly admitted I had been watching her through the keyhole. I was prepared to say that I was leaving my room and heading downstairs - right now I sure-as-hell wasn't going to admit to watching my sister nude through a keyhole. "Easy. The hallway wall is white and when you're there, the keyhole goes dark. Not to leave out that I can see a shadow under the door where your feet are." "Okay, yea," I finally admitted. "I think your body is pretty hot and I like looking at it. It's not like I 'm molesting you or something." Shit, if she ratted me out to our parents now, I was really going to be fucked. "Cripes, I'm your sister!" She still hadn't made any attempt to cover herself, but it was like she was changing her mind about showing off to me. "And you know you're putting on a show too," I said, taking away her feigned horror at having caught her brother watching her after a shower. "Sometimes I just wish I had a boyfriend who was doing the watching," she said and closed the door. Right then she sounded disappointed. "You do have dates and boyfriends," I said through the closed door. Somehow I didn't think she was going to tell anyone about this little incident. "Yea, but buying me a cheap cheeseburger - that I really don't want in the first place - and thinking that's a romantic dinner isn't going to get some boy I hardly know in my pants - in the back seat of his car." I had treated my dates and girlfriends better than that, not that it had gotten me any further. I wasn't sure what it took to get a girl into bed right then, but whatever it was, I wasn't doing it, they weren't talking, and I wasn't getting laid. Besides, when had she ever taken a shower with a boyfriend in the house? And then, why would she take a shower with a boyfriend in the house? If she wanted him to see her naked, wouldn't she just take her clothes off? "You ever watch me?" I asked through the door. No answer. "Well?" I asked. I was pretty sure she never had, but now I wasn't so sure about that. Maybe this wasn't a one way thing after all. It was several more seconds before she said anything. "Maybe once," finally came a quiet answer. Once? She must have done it a lot more than once if she would admit to "once." I let it go at that and went back downstairs. I had to wonder what kind of a show I had ever put on for her. I didn't think I had ever had a hard-on or had jerked off after a shower in the bathroom; not that I could remember. I didn't usually spank the monkey in the bathroom. Still hot as hell and now, after seeing her nude body up close and personal with the door open - not quite the same as through a keyhole - I just had to get off. I went out to the garage, unzipped, got my hard and aching dick out, and quickly stroked it until I shot the biggest load of cum I had unleashed in recent memory, all the while thinking of what it would be like to - fuck my sister! Yikes! I was getting to be a real pervert. Not having managed to land a date with a girl who would go all the way didn't help, but my own sister? After coming, I was nearly ashamed of myself, but not enough to stop wondering how to approach her about doing the dirty deed with her. I had never been able to get any other girl's panties off, so how was I doing to get Sharon's off? After all, she was my sister and maybe showing off was all she was ever going to do. Maybe she just wanted someone, anyone, even her own brother, to tell her that she had a sexy body. Maybe she was just something of an exhibitionist and never had any intention of having sex with me or anyone else. As far as I knew, she had never laid one of her few dates, so why did I think would she want to do the deed with me? Nothing more was said of the incident that day. It wasn't that long until our parents got home and the rest of the evening was pretty normal. That night, laying in bed and thinking of Sharon, and yes, stroking my once again hard dick, I had to wonder what sex was like with a girl build like her. I had no idea how to approach her and ... oh never mind, I thought. There was no way my own sister was going to let me fuck her. That was incest and that was supposed to be really bad - or was it? If you didn't marry your sister and have weird kids, was it really that bad? I finished myself off thinking about her sexy little body and went to sleep. It wasn't until we got home from school the next day that there was a hint that things between us were going to go anywhere - sexually that is. "John, did you know that Bob and Linda have sex?" she asked quietly as we did our homework. Bob was a year older than Linda, who was a senior like us was. I really didn't know him very well, but was surprised to know his sex life was better than mine was, but then he was in college after all; something I was sure improved your sex life. And, everyone knew that part of going to college was lots of sex and wild parties. As for Linda, according to this bit of news, she was finding what she wanted in boys - whatever that was - and letting them in her pants. I knew that she now had a boyfriend, so asking her for a date was out. "Not really," I said. "I never dated Linda, so never tried anything with her, and I don't know her older brother very well. Nothing like finding out that a girl probably puts out AFTER you find out she has a boyfriend and is no longer in the dating pool." "As in with each other," she said quietly and not looking up from her paper. "Oh...right! I'm supposed to believe they do each other? And where did you hear this little bit of gossip?" "From Sue. Linda and she are pretty close. And, it turns out that she does her brother now and then too." I started laughing. "I'm finding this a little hard to believe. While you and Sue are pretty close, and I have no idea how close she is to Linda, I don't think she just up and blurted this out today in the girl's room." "Not exactly. It was a long talk about boys and sex and how horny we get but a lot of our dates manage to turn us off to the idea of sex with them when we went out with them fully intending to get laid by them. I swore I wouldn't tell a soul, so I hope you won't say anything to anyone. You have always been able to keep a secret before." "Yea, sure. The secret's safe. But do you really believe that? Sounds like so much bullshit to me. I seriously doubt Linda goes home after a date and balls her brother because her date didn't turn out to be what she had hoped for, and I have my doubts about Sue doing her brother too." She let the subject drop and went back to her homework. I pretended to be doing mine, but I had to wonder if any of that was true. Either way, why would she bring up something she was supposed to be keeping secret? Maybe this was a hint that we could do the same thing? An invitation? I had to be missing something here. If I wasn't, this was going to be way too good to be true. But just maybe.... We didn't talk much after that and our parents got home a little early that afternoon. That was a Friday night. The weekend passed and the subject never came up, but then we didn't spend any time together either. Monday after school, and after we had our chores done and started in on our homework, she brought it up again. "It's hard to believe what Sue and Linda are getting away with," she said softly. I decided that this was probably an invitation and was going to pursue it very carefully. Step one was to soften my stance on the credibility of the whole thing. I thought about that for a minute and then said, "I suppose. At least they aren't horny all day like the rest of us...if it's true." "Yea, being horny and not being able to do anything worth while about it really sucks." Okay, it was time to go boldly forth. "If they are doing it and getting away with it, I suppose we could too." "I guess we could try it and see if we liked it." I was right, it was an invitation! Wow! I was instantly hard. I wanted in her pants SO BAD! Unfortunately it was getting a little late to do something that risky with our parents due home just about any time now, and if there was one thing I sure as hell wasn't going to do, it was have my parents catch me banging my sister. I was horny as hell, but I wasn't completely stupid. "How about we...uh...try it tomorrow as soon as we get home? Mom and Dad are going to be home pretty soon. A Little from My Sister "Okay. You can also chicken out if you want." Not fuckin' likely! "So can you, if you want to." "Tomorrow then." "Yup, right after school." You had better believe I was stroking something that night! To make matters worse, she had taken a shower that evening and put on a show that surpassed most of her better ones. I think she knew I was watching and was trying to drive me nuts. I had thought of knocking on the door and asking if I could come in and watch, but decided that if I was in there and either Mom or Dad had come upstairs, found me missing, and for any reason discovered me in there with her, I was going to be very severely fucked and the fucking would have nothing to do with sex! Nothing was said again about our pending tryst until we got home from school. All day long, it was all I could think of! "We still on for...you know...?" she asked as we walked to the house from where the bus dropped us off. "Sure," I said trying to act very casual. Hell, I was already hard and leaking pre-cum. "Your room or mine?" "Whichever." I was so horny right here on the dirt road would work just fine! "Mine then." "Okay." I was really excited and sooooooo anxious to get my hands on her body and my hard dick into her - and trying so hard to act casual about it. I suspected that she was feeling pretty much the same way. We dropped our books off in the kitchen, and without saying anything, I followed Sharon up to her room. Still not saying anything, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off with me just standing there watching her. "Are you going to get undressed or are you just going to stand there and watch me?" "Uh...sure," I said and started stripping my T-shirt, jeans, and everything else off as fast as I could. Yup, boys can definitely get undressed faster than girls. Finally naked and sporting a magnificent hard-on, I watched her remove the last few articles of her clothing. I had never been this close to her naked since we were little kids and I could hardly remember that. I was even closer to her than the other day when she had opened the door of the bathroom. She looked great and sexy as all hell. I was so turned on. "Now what are we supposed to do?" she asked, turning to face me. "I guess we touch each other some. I think this is what the books called foreplay." "What books?" "You know, the ones in the library about being married and all that." "You read books on being married?" "Yea, a few," I said as my hands roamed gently over her body and boobs; I didn't mention the ones Fast Eddy passed around. God she felt great. The best I had done before this was touch a girl's boobs with a bra covering them. This was way better; they were so warm and soft! I was completely amazed at the way her nipples perked up when I touched them. They were slightly hard just from the excitement of the situation, but when I ran my fingers over them, her nipples got much harder. A soft hand wrapped itself around my hard dick, then began to very gently slide up and down the rigid shaft. Next her hand slid under me and felt my cum-filled balls; she was exploring me too. Then her hand went back to sliding up and down my hard dick. If she did that much longer, I was going to shoot all over her. "Easy, or you'll make me cum," I whispered in her ear and pulled her a little closer. "So?" she asked softly. "That's the idea isn't it?" "I thought I was going to cum in you, not on you. I thought we were going to try...you know...sex," I said pulling back a little. "Sure, but if you get off this easy, how long would you last inside me? Maybe I should get you off this way first. Besides, I want to see what you're going to deposit inside me." "Where did you learn all this?" I asked; a little amazed about what she knew about sex. I slid a few fingers between her legs and found her little sex slit was very wet. The wetness was a lot thicker than what I had expected. It was really sexy! Then I found her clit and moved a finger gently over it. "Oh yea, that's the spot," she groaned and moved closer to me. "Girl's talk, you hear things. A lot of the girls say they usually had to get their boyfriends off somehow first unless they want his...stuff...all over their leg or tummy. Besides, I've never seen a dick do its, well, thing. You know. And if you keep playing with what your finger is on, I'll cum too." "You keep doing that and you're going to see it do something," I said getting closer and closer to cumming in her soft hand. The way she had it aimed, my cum was going to splash all over her tummy. I moved my finger over her clit just a little faster. "Okay," she said with a giggle, "let me see it!" Now she started stroking it even faster and holding it just a little tighter. With my finger carefully massaging her clit, she was having a hard time standing still. If she wanted to see it, she was sure about to! "You're gonna see it alright," I said now breathing hard. "Oh God, I can't believe you're doing this to me...it's SO hot!" Her hand on my dick was now so distracting that I pretty much abandoned any hope of getting her off with my finger. I just put that hand on her sexy ass and pulled her tightly to me. "Come on, let me see it. Let me see some real live cum!" she purred in my ear. So much for getting off inside her. It only took seconds. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" I groaned and shot a hot blast of fresh thick cum up my aching shaft, out the little pee-hole in the end, and onto her downy little bush. She kept on stroking it and got squirt after squirt of it on her body. "It's thick and hot!" she exclaimed, sounding rather excited as my cum splashed against her body and started to run down her leg. She didn't flinch; she just kept jacking me off until I was spent. "Sure made a mess," I finally said breathing hard. I was still excited and still wanted to put my still hard dick inside her hot little body. "I guess I'll have to clean it up. Will it still work to...uh...you know?" she asked with a grin. "What? Sex?" "Uh huh." "I guess. It's still hard." After taking a few tissues from her nightstand and cleaning up the huge mess I had made on her bush and down her leg, Sharon got on her back on the bed and spread her legs nice and wide. I moved over her and got between her sexy legs. As I looked down between us and moved into place, she took my dick in her hand, brought her knees up on either side of me, and raised her ass up just like she had done this a hundred times before. I guessed this was something girls had talked about too. Maybe one of her girlfriends had access to some porn flicks like the ones Fast Eddie and I watched. Right now I wasn't going to question what she knew or how she knew it - I was seconds from getting laid for the first time - sinking my hard cock into a real live hot pussy! I moved in closer until my dick touched her wet sex slit. She took it in her soft warm hand and slid it up and down her wet little sex slit and then put it where she wanted it, right at the entrance to her pussy; I slowly slid into it her. It was pure heaven! She was wet, hot, and oh so tight - just like the porn magazines I had seen said it was. Once my hard dick was all the way inside her, I had to hold still for a few seconds or I was going to blow it and cum right then and there - in spite of her having just jerked me off. After a few seconds I started slowly moving in and out of her tight little pussy. I guessed I was doing it right as Sharon wrapped her legs around me, dug her nails into my back and started moaning loudly. If things were going like they did in those stag movies, my sister was about to cum on my dick! Moments later, her moaning reached a crescendo, her body started to shake, her tight little virginal pussy started to rhythmically contract on my dick, and she started to cum. I couldn't last any longer myself. I stepped up the pace of my pumping for a few moments, shoved my dick in as far as it would go, and promptly unload another huge squirt of my cum deep inside - my sister. Right then I didn't care if it was my own sister. I was getting my first piece of ass, my first lay, and I was finally cumming, shooting my own hot sperm, inside a real live girl and it was just a fabulous as I had imagined it would be. When it was finally over, I just collapsed on top of her soft sexy body, pressing my chest down on her gorgeous firm tits. I was so happy. "Was I good?" she asked softly, and gave my dick a good hard squeeze. "Awesome." "Really?" "Oh God yes. I don't think I have ever cum so hard." I was still lying flat out on her, breathing hard. "Did you like it?" I finally asked. "It was great. I loved feeling your thing inside me, feeling it...you know...squirt, and I really got off! So, am I nice and tight?" "I guess so. You sure felt that way. I don't exactly have a lot of experience, but you seemed that way. You sure got me off!" "Good. I hoped I was. You know," she said giving me a shove so I got off of her, "we'd better get our chores done and start on our homework so it doesn't look like anything happened." "Okay," I said as I reluctantly pulled my now softening dick out of her and got up. "That and I have to clean up this mess you made between my legs," Sharon said getting off of the bed. "I'm sure glad I'm on the pill! I wonder how many zillion sperm you just squirted into me." Yea, I was glad she was on the pill too, but I knew she was. She had never made much of a secret about it. I was well aware of the results of fucking a girl that wasn't and not using condoms. More than one girl in that school had become "in a family way." We got cleaned up, dressed, got our chores done, and were being good kids doing our homework when our parents got home. No one suspected a thing. "Your stuff is still dripping out of me!" she whispered to me later that evening. "Sorry," was all I could think to say. "It's okay; it's really pretty sexy - in a way. I'll just have to wash my panties out by hand so when Mom does the laundry she won't see anything. I had to take care of that wet spot we made on the bed too - that stuff shows when it dries." That was something I hadn't thought of. It was a good thing she thought of it. It's the small things that trip you up when you are trying to get away with something. Wednesday, the next day, we pretty much did the same thing, except we explored each other's bodies a little more, I didn't cum on her tummy, and we may have taken a little longer with the deed itself. And, we had put a towel under her to make sure there wasn't any evidence left on the bed, something we were careful about thereafter. "You didn't tell Linda and Sue what we are doing did you?" I finally asked her. "Nope, and I don't plan on telling them either. I hope you didn't brag to one of your friends about it - especially Fast Eddy." "Not a chance." It was going to be our little secret and that was just fine with me. I had no idea what the repercussions of someone else knowing about what we were doing would be, especially Linda, Sue, or most especially Fast Eddy - who everyone knew never could keep his mouth shut, but I didn't want to find out. Thursday and Friday we had this down pat: get home, go up to her room, strip our clothes off, and following more or less a pattern, fuck like bunnies. After "it" we did our chores and then homework. That next weekend seemed to drag on forever. With our parents around we really couldn't do a thing. At night we were too chicken to sneak into each other's rooms in case our parents, whose room was right below ours, might hear us. The house was old and did creak quite a bit. We had already noticed that our beds made quite a bit on noise when we had sex on them too. Like our parents wouldn't know what that thump - thump - thump noise was if we did the deed right above them. Fast Eddy called Sunday; his parents would be away for a while, and I went over there for a few hours. I never said a thing about what Sharon and I were doing. This time, while watching the movie, I had a much better understanding of what it must have felt like for the guy and got hotter than ever. Monday afternoon seemed so very far away. That evening I jerked off twice out in the garage - I just couldn't stand it any longer. Monday afternoon we were really hot for each other by the time we got off the bus. That morning our parents had told us that they would be at least an hour later than usual getting home that evening. So, we had a little extra time to do the deed. "Want to try something a little different this time?" Sharon asked going into her bedroom. "Sure. Whatcha got in mind?" "Well," she said, being a little coy about it, "I've heard of this thing called...uh...sixty-nine and I thought we might try it. Do you know what that is?" "Sure. Okay. I know what that is. Do you want to be on the top or bottom?" "I guess on top. How did you hear about that?" she asked a little astonished. Her blouse and bra were now off. "Guys talk, you hear things," I answered as I stood there nude watching the last of her clothes some off. In spite of all the times I had seen her through the bathroom keyhole and our escapades of last week, I was still enraptured when she took her clothes off in front of me. From all I had read, I thought women were supposed to be somewhat embarrassed when they got undressed in front of a guy as most of them didn't like their bodies much: this didn't seem to be the case with Sharon. She shucked her clothes like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. "No, more like Fast Eddy talks or it was in one of his magazines. I'm not sure if I want you to cum in my mouth though. Some of the girls say that sperm tastes kinda yucky." "How are you going to find out for yourself if you don't try it?" I asked, getting very hard as we stood in her bedroom. "I guess so." "You can always take it out of your mouth if you don't like the taste and finish me off by hand," I volunteered. There was no way I wanted to miss out on cumming in a girl's mouth for my first-ever blowjob. "I don't know if I want to swallow it, especially if it tastes even a little yucky." "You're starting to sound like you have decided it's yucky before you ever try it; it might be okay." I wasn't dumb enough to suggest it might taste good or she might like it. "You can spit it out if you want to," I said getting on my back in the middle of her bed. Once I unloaded in her mouth, I really didn't care what she did with it. If the didn't like the taste, spitting or swallowing wasn't going to change the taste - swallowing just made less mess. Sharon climbed over me and got into position, slowly lowering her soft warm body onto mine so her hot little pussy was just over my mouth. I reached back and stuffed her pillow under my head, raising my head up a little so I could get to her hot wet slit and her waiting clit. I had a great close-up view of her whole bottom, and it was nothing short of spectacular. She had taken my hard dick in her hand and was slowly stroking it, moving her soft hand up the shaft and over then head, and then all the way back down the length of it again. Once she opened her mouth and slipped my dick inside, I knew I wasn't going to last long. My first blowjob! I went to work on her, licking from the front of her sex slit all the way to her wet little hole and sticking my tongue in as far as I could. I found I just loved the taste of her sex juices. The smell of her sex was rather exciting too. I wondered if she would like the taste of my sperm as much as I liked the taste of her pussy. The girls in the movies acted like either they liked it or it didn't bother them to have a mouth full. Well, we were about to find out. I decided it was time to pay attention to her waiting clit. As soon as I started softly flicking my tongue over that now swollen nubbin, she started moaning and moving around a little, moving her pelvis even lower against my mouth. What I was doing seemed to please her; her hips were moving, she was groaning, and I could see her little asshole clenching and releasing. Obviously she liked it. I licked a little faster and a little harder - she liked that even better. I was getting the hang of this oral sex thing. Sharon was apparently just as hot as I was, and it didn't take long before she started to cum. That was all it took; I held off for a few seconds then my body went stiff and I shot a huge load of my hot thick cum up my dick, buried well into her sucking mouth, and probably sprayed her tonsils; that got her attention. Her head came off my dick in a flash, with the second jet of my cum hitting her on the chin. She was groaning through her orgasm as she used her hand to finish me off while she tried to figure out what to make of the salty-sweet taste of my cum. I finished her off and was pretty surprised how juicy she got after she got off. That clear sweet tasting girl-cum was just about flowing out of her hot little hole. "How did I taste?" I finally asked. "Uh...not as bad as I thought it might. It just surprised me when you started cumming." She thought about it a little, and then proudly said, "I swallowed it!" "How about we try a little something called doggie style this time?" I asked as she wiped her chin off and then climbed off of me. "Yea, I've heard of that. Okay." I grabbed a few tissues and cleaned myself off. There was a lot of cum on my sparse pubic hair from her finishing me off with her hand. She hadn't swallowed that much apparently. Sharon got on all fours and waited for me to get behind her. This afforded me another great view of her ass. As I moved in behind her, I grabbed my dick and aimed it at her hot little sex opening. Once it was starting into her, I grabbed both hips and shoved it all the way in, which elicited a low sexy moan from her; she had proven to be pretty vocal when it came to sex. She was what Fast Eddie's book had referred to as a "moaner," which was just fine with me. Now I started moving slowly in and out of her. I was completely fascinated watching her pussy lips sort of wiping my dick off as it came out of her pussy. This position afforded a view of what was going on that the missionary position didn't really let me see - and it was truly erotic. And, this rather erotic view of her asshole made me have some second thoughts about anal sex not being for real. Fast Eddy and I had decided that guys really didn't do that and chicks probably wouldn't let them if they had asked for it - that was something strictly for the movies. Now I wasn't so sure. "Faster and harder!" she groaned, "I'm getting so close." She started pumping back at me even harder. She wasn't the only one close. I started pumping in and out of her faster, and as she requested, much harder; making her ass wiggle in a very sexy way. I didn't wait for her. I got to that point of no stopping, gave a load groan of my own, shoved my dick deep into her body, and unloaded everything I had left in my nuts straight into her pussy. This was another fantastic cum, and when I was finally done, barely aware of her moaning and groaning as she got off, collapsed on her back. "God you're hot," I said softly, "And so damn sexy." "Not bad yourself," she said, her pussy giving my dick one last firm squeeze as her chest collapsed to the bed. Over the coming weeks, we tried a few different positions, her on top, spoons, standing with her legs around me and her back against the wall, and christened various rooms, pieces of furniture, and eventually the back seat of the family car. We even tried our parent's bed - and wondered if we had been conceived in their room. We figured that it was either there or in the back seat of the old Chevy they used to have. A Little from My Sister After we graduated from high school, and for the couple of weeks before we both got summer jobs before starting college in the fall, we slept in a lot. When I finally got up, I made a trip to the bathroom and frequently crawled into bed with Sharon. You can guess what we ended up doing before finally getting up for the day. On one of our last days of freedom before starting work, we finally got around to another big taboo, anal sex. "Have you ever heard of doing it in the ass?" I asked one day as we got undressed for our now daily afternoon roll in the hay. "Uh, yea. Some of the girls used to refer to it as an "ass bash," and would do that if they weren't on the pill and wanted to get their boyfriend off inside them. I didn't know you knew anything about it or were interested. Yea, I know, guys talk - you hear things." Well, she knew about it and didn't seem opposed to the idea so I thought I would go for broke. "So...uh...you want to try that?" "I guess so. Today?" "Might as well." "Well, okay. But if it doesn't feel good, we quit right?" "Sure - no problem." Well, we got undressed and when we tried it, it was then that we figured out that we needed some sort of lubrication. Sharon remembered seeing some KY jelly in our parent's bathroom, so, perfectly nude, we traipsed through the house to their bathroom. "You don't think they do it in Mom's ass do you?" she asked holding up the tube of the stuff. "I don't know," I said, "I have a hard enough time picturing them having sex! Doing it in her ass? I guess they could. Maybe they just use this for regular sex. How did you know they even had this stuff?" "I borrow a little of Mom's makeup now and then and snoop a little while I am in their bathroom in case they have something interesting. I just happened to remember that they had this stuff." Then she gave me a funny look. "You don't exactly have any problem sticking that thingy of yours in me, why would Dad have any problem with Mom?" "Thingy? Okay, I guess they do it in her ass. Let's see how this works for yours." "Is my ass sexy? Not my asshole, my ass?" she asked with a look that told me that she was afraid of the answer. "Hell yea! You have a great ass." We went back up to her room, and yes, I watched her sexy ass as we went back upstairs, with the KY jelly and I got my dick all slick with it. Now, with her in the now familiar doggy position, I moved behind her and was finally able to put it in that forbidden place. "Hold it just a second!" she said just after I had about half of my dick inside her. "I need to get used to it being there." "Okay. Let me know when to move." I just hoped she wouldn't decide it was too bad and make me quit. "Okay," she said after a few seconds, "move in and out...slowly...and let's see what happens." What was going to happen was I was getting hot as hell and was going to cum if I wasn't careful! None the less, I began to slowly move in and out of her little asshole. "How's this," I asked, going very slowly. "Ah, much better. You can go a little faster. This actually feels good! I just had to get used to you being there." So much for Fast Eddie's and my theory that women wouldn't really do it in the ass. I began to move a little faster. "Can you cum this way? I asked as I got closer and closer to cumming myself. I sure hoped she could and quickly too. This wasn't better than being in her pussy, just different - and it certainly was nasty, which had its own appeal. "Mmmm...yea...pretty soon." She reached under herself and began playing with her clit. Pretty soon had better be real soon. The doggy position always got me off even quicker than when I was on top of her, and this only made me want to come sooner than usual. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but finally announced, "I'm gonna cum real soon Sharon...real soon." Seconds later I gave a loud grunt, slid firmly into her ass, and started to cum. It was nothing less than fantastic! "Me too," she groaned and started to cum too. It was hard to pump for the first few seconds as the first few spurts of cum shot into her ass, but after that I was able to do a little better, making it better for her - not to leave out how it felt for me. I slowly pumped in and out of her ass as she finished cumming, and finally slid my now spend dick out of her asshole when she was done. "How was it?" I finally asked her, still breathing hard. "Pretty good," she said softly. "I guess that's why some girls didn't mind doing their boyfriends that way. It's different - and SO nasty!" ----------------- Not long after that, we both landed jobs for the summer and then went off to college. Having a job put a real cramp in our sex lives - now we got home about the same time as our parents did. Our parents never caught us and, even after we moved out and went to college, we still did the deed frequently when we got together. Even though I've had girlfriends and she's had the odd boyfriend, we still love doing each other. * Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author, Art Kautz, unless explicitly indicated. © April 2005, by Art Kautz.