Initiation by Sumi

Initiation[ff]

Forsome reason my impending marriage has given me the motivation to write some ofthe stories of my youth. The ones concerning my sexual maturation I'll posthere--If you are scanning this site you probably don't want to hear about theother exploits of a young woman growing up in white suburban West Coast townwith two crazy, but loved, Japanese parents. Let me know what you think of thisfirst story. Of course the names have been changed to protect the less thaninnocent.

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Itwas the week between Christmas and New Years. A pair of cousins and their momfrom the East Coast were staying with us for four days, much to my mom'sdismay. The mom was my dad's brother's ex-wife--does that mean she's myex-aunt? No, my dad says, you are stuck with your in-laws forever--only thespouse becomes an ex.

Tracy,the mom was white, and the kids were lucky to get the better parts of eachparent's looks. There was Karen, who was 16, and Darrin, who 13--almost 14. Hewas cute! --at least to my 12 and half year-old eyes. Karen stayed in my room,and Darrin stayed in my brother Simon's room. Simon was 14. Most of the timethey were down in the basement playing computer games. I tried to make animpression on Darrin, whose long eyelashes and dark, curly hair just melted myheart. Or perhaps it was another part of my anatomy they melted. But he seemedmore interested in the new PlayStation.

Itwas fun to have Karen around. She had all kinds of stories about New York city,she talked funny and was funny, when we were together she treated me as a peer,not a little kid like my brother usually did. She dressed way more stylishlythat me, and bought me a couple of tops that my mom did not approve of"for a 12-year-old". I said I'd return them, but of course had noplans to do that.

Karenimmediately noticed my attraction to her brother. "Yeah, all the girlsfeel that way about him," she said, "but he pretty much ignores themall except for one girl at school, Stephanie. It's Steph this, Steph that.She's got him tied around her finger. So don't feel bad, you are way cute. Intwo years you'll have all the boys trying to unzip your jeans." Well, Iwas flattered, but I hoped boys would like more about me than what was in myjeans. Though the thought of having a boy unzip my jeans, that made me a littlehot just imagining it. My figure my nice: wide shoulders, narrow waist, and asI matured, nice hips, though at that point I was still a skinny kid with apretty face, it just seemed that face wasn't as pretty among all theblond-haired Barbies at my school. And as for breasts, well let's just saypendulous will never be used to describe mine.

UsuallyKaren and I would talk softly for a hour or two after going up to bed.Sometimes she would call her boyfriend on her cell phone--she must have wokehim up cuz it was late there. She didn't seem to mind that I was therelistening. Some of their talk got pretty dirty. The second night I thought forsure she was giving him instructions to touch himself. Her voice lowered evenmore, and her eyes darted over to mine and gave me a mischievous smile. Therewas a lot of giggling, and instructions to go slower, and faster. Evidentallyhe soon came, "You did?!" she accused, "You never can holdback." And more giggles. Finally I drifted off to sleep, wondering what itlooks like when a guy comes.

I'mnot sure if she slept too, but later I heard her get up and cross the hall tothe bathroom. The lights in our room were off. The clock glowed 2:32am. Whenshe came back from the bathroom, I heard the door close. I was lying on my sidefacing the room. I didn't hear her lay down though, so I opened my eyes just abit. The night light was on the wall at the head of the bed, so I hoped that myeyes were in shadows and she wouldn't notice that she had woken me up. I didn'twant her to feel bad for waking me up. Japanese guilt, what can I say?

Shewas standing at the foot of her sleeping bag, wearing just a t-shirt andpanties. Her hair--black with just a touch of reddish hue--fell just beyond hershoulders. She had a nice figure--her mom's big tits, her dad's thin waist andnice butt. Now she had one hand under her shirt--it looked like she was playingwith her nipples. I must admit that startled me, and perhaps my eyes opened alittle wider. She didn't give any indication that she noticed me though. Herright hand now slid her panties down. She stepped out of one foot, and with adeft flick of her foot, tossed the panties up to her hand. She carefully foldedthe three ends over, creating a square of cloth. Then she started rubbingbetween her legs with it.

Wow,my heart had been beating quickly, but now it went into overdrive. I was SOembarrassed that she might find out I was watching her. I felt hot all over,and shut my eyes as a shiver went up my spine. I felt my breath coming faster,which made my heart beat even faster.

Aftertaking a few deep breaths, at least as deep as I could get away with, I didcalm myself a little. I opened my eyes slightly again. she was still rubbingbetween her legs, but only in fits and starts. It was kinda like an old carstarting in the winter, it didn't want to seem to go. But soon she was strokingherself with a steady rhythm, and I could hear her breaths come deeper andfaster.

Now,I was starting to get turned on in a very major way. Horniness replacedembarrassment as my prime emotion. Outside of watching a movie love scene ortwo, my sexual experience was limited to my hand stroking my clit. My mouth wasfilling up with liquid, and my vagina was doing the same. I was trying hard notto swallow because I thought the noise might give away that I was awake. At acertain point, my throat just reflexively swallowed--it probably thought I wasdrowning.

Karenwas starting to pant a bit now. She moved the sleeping bag to one side with herfoot, and laid down on her stomach on the camping pad we had put down on thecarpet under the sleeping bag. With her head facing down, I thought I couldopen my eyes a little wider. Her knees spread a bit, and her butt raised alittle. I heard a squishing noise,she must have put her fingers up inside. Her hips bobbed, and her body rockedas her arms moved. She gave a couple of faint moans. The odor of her desirefilled the room.

Atthis point, my panties were soaked. I didn't know what to do. I wanted tostroke myself, but my hands were tucked up under my pillow. Did I risk movingthem? I was sure I'd come immediately if I did, and it didn't seem like I'd beable to come without making some noise. I'd never ever been as hot a this foras long as this. Karen seemed to be taking her own sweet time. It wasexcruciating. My heart was beating a million miles an hour. I gave up trying tocontrol my breathing, I just hoped she was too busy to notice. Several times mywhole vagina clenched together in a way I'd never felt before, and sent sparksshooting up my body. One was so strong I gasped, though Karen was too for goneto notice.

Shewas now on the home stretch. Her head shook from side to side; she was bitingthe pillow in an effort not to make too much noise; her breathing was strained,her hips churned against the pad. Small noises coming from her throat wereunmistakable signals of approaching bliss. In just a few seconds her body shuddered and a few stifledmoans escaped.

Suddenlythere were a few seconds of quiet. My heart continued to hammer away. I triedto count my heartbeats, to give me something to focus on that was not mywide-open vagina. I again swallowed reflexively, way too loudly, I thought.

Karenrolled over and sat up. "Sorry to have woken you up," she whispered,but in an authoritative way that made it impossible to deny. "Sometimes Ijust miss my boyfriend so much," she continued. She kneeled facing my bed,and her head dropped close to mine, to keep the boys in the next room fromhearing. Oh God, I hope she didn't wake them up too!

"Didyou do yourself too?" she asked. I couldn't get out an answer, I was inshock that she knew I watched the whole show, so to speak.

She reached under the covers, softlystroking my panties. "No? you must be so horny! You've touched yourselfbefore haven't you?" I nodded yes. "Here, since I got you into thiscondition, let me fix it." With a little giggle she said, "God yourpanties are soaking!" Was that good or bad--it just made me even moreembarrassed. The lips of my vagina were now pressed closed as feelings of fearand inadequacy took over. Fortunately, she realized that situation could be remedied.

"Haveyou ever kissed a boy?" she asked. Before I could answer, she added,"I'll bet you could use a little practice," and her lips gentlycaressed mine. Oh my God, that felt good. But was I now a lesbian? But Karenhad a boyfriend. I was confused. But her soft lips were persistent and giventhe late hour my mind just gave in and I stopped thinking and just concentratedon her kisses.

Wegently kissed for hours, or so it seemed, though I'm sure it was just minutes.My heart, though still beating fast, was now under control. In fact, I now feltmore under control. Our lips surrendered to desire. It didn't take long beforeher tongue was in my mouth, and then mine in hers, and her soft fingers on mypanties were more urgent in there probing. "Relax," she repeated likea mantra, in those few moments our lips weren't locked together,"Relax."

Ashot as I had just been, and now was again, it didn't take long for her fingers to have an effect. Iwas almost there now, and she could feel that, I surrendered to her touch. Herfingers made there way into my panties and that was it, with just a brush of myclit my hips buckled and a too-loud grunt escaped from my mouth.

"Shhhh"she giggled softly. I looked at the clock. It read 3:03.

Ilike'd that, I thought lying on back, my body still radiant. She is nice. Icould do that again.

Thanks for reading! Sumi