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First - an introduction from the author...
I have been writing erotic stories for several years, and in
addition, I have compiled other true stories from both personal
acquaintances, and also pen pals.
The true stories are obvious, and the fiction is my own work.
I have not shied away from any theme, so, the bottom line is -
If you are over 18, and are not likely to be offended by some of
the content, then read on, otherwise leave this page now.
Veronica.


Theme: True story

My Confession by Barbara

    I'm Barbara, and I've been feeling terribly guilty for years about something
that happened when I was about thirteen with my sister's boyfriend. She was
seventeen and he was eighteen at the time. They'd been going out together
for about a year and were engaged. She idolised him, and I can't say I blame
her - he was tall. dark, and handsome, with the most gorgeous brown eyes. I
fancied him myself something rotten, though I never let on to anyone because
she'd have gone apeshit if she thought anyone else had designs on him, even
her own little sister - she was that posessive. He used to stay at ours at most
weekends, and I used to let him have my bed while I slept in with my mum.
My mum used to sleep like a log and never woke up if I got out for a pee during
the night, and I would pass my bedroom on the way to the loo and listen at the
door, longing to go in and get in bed with him. I never dared though because I
never knew if my sister had the same intention and I might get caught. I think
he might have let me stay for a while if I had though, and when you read my
confession you'll realise why I think that.
    I know they used to fuck downstairs after me and mum had gone to bed,
because one night I got up for a pee, and they were still downstairs, so I
sneaked quietly down to peek. They hadn't shut the door properly and I could
see them on the settee, both naked. The settee was facing away from the door,
but there was a mirror on the wall above the fireplace. It was tilted slightly
downwards, and I could see everything clearly. Her legs were wide open and
he was on one knee, and I could see his gorgeous cock sliding in and out of her
hole. I was as jealous as hell, and couldn't resist touching myself as I watched,
I started feeling as horny as anything seeing them like that. She was breathing
really heavily, (so was I), and as I watched, she started to come, moaning softly
and thrusting her hips against him really hard, and then I heard her tell him to
make sure he pulled out in time as she wasn't on the pill, and a few seconds
later he did, and she held it in her hand as he came all over her belly. I started
to come as well and it was all I could do to keep quiet as I did, it was so erotic.
    I don't honestly know how they'd got the nerve to do that with mum and me
in the bedroom right above, mum could easily have heard, unless she just
chose to ignore it, knowing that if they didn't do it there, then they'd have done
it anyway somewhere else.

Anyway back to my confession.

    Mum and dad had divorced several years before, and he was a bit of an
alchoholic (which was why they'd split up), so mum didn't always get her
maintenance from him. My sister's boyfriend lived in the next town - about
twenty miles away, and lived not far from where my dad had a bedsit, so he
used to take her to fetch the maintenance money from dad, but after the pub,
he often didn't have any left for her, which had pretty much been the situation
when he was living with us. Because her boyfriend lived so far away, and only
had his motorbike for transport, he used to stay most weekends, and my sister
used to give mum some money to help with the extra food. A lot of the time,
with neither of them having much spare money, though they  both worked, they
used to spend most nights at home with me and mum. There was never much
on the tv in those days, as there were only four channels at that time - even
channel five hadn't started yet, so we  used to play games and stuff, like
scrabble or monopoly. To save on electricity, we only used one table lamp,
which was enough anyway, though a bit dim in the room. It was because of
this I think it happened. One night we all sat playing monopoly, and he and
my sister sat on the settee, with mum and me on the floor in front. there was
another easy chair between me and mum so she couldn't see me clearly, and
he sat in front of me with my sister in front of mum. How my sister didn't notice
what we were doing, I'll never know. I wore just a thin cotton dress and 
knickers with no bra, trying to look sexy for him - I think it worked too. I was
starting to develop quite well, my nipples fairly large and showing through my
thin dress.
    Anyway, they were all sat ready, and I sat down last, having first got the job
of making us a drink. We had wine that night as he was staying and didn't have
to drive, and as it was saturday and no school tomorrow, I was allowed it too.
He sat with one foot right in front of me, out quite a long way so I was sat back
a bit too far. After a little while into the game, I decided to move a bit closer,
and moved onto my knees with my legs apart and facing him, and (not on
purpose either), when I lowered myself down, my crotch was right on the top of
his foot. He had nothing on his feet as it was fairly warm, being summer, and it
felt nice, so I just stayed there. I think he thought I'd done it deliberately, as he
smiled at me slyly, and after a couple of minutes, began to move his foot
against my crotch - pressing up and down. I started to feel really horny as he
did, and thought I'd better move in case my sister saw the expression on my
face. She hadn't noticed though, and was too intent on the game as she was
winning, so I didn't move back too far - just enough to allow him to move his
foot easier. My new position turned out to be perfect for him, and when he
wiggled his toes up and down, he was stroking my clitty through my knickers.
He looked at me knowingly as I tried hard to concentrate on the game and not
close my eyes which I felt like doing. I knew he intended to make me come,
it wasn't long before I was almost there, so I knew I had to move or I'd have
just gone over the edge there and then and my mum and sister would have
known what we were doing. My mum wasn't in a position to see where his foot
was, but how my sister hadn't noticed I couldn't imagine.
    I got up and said I had to go to the loo and to wait 'til I got back to carry on.
I got to the loo and fell on my knees in the same position I'd been in before,
carried on with my finger what he'd been doing to me with his toes, and
stroked my nipples through my dress at the same time and just erupted into
the most amazing orgasm. My panties were soaked even before that so his
foot must have been wet when I got up. I had to change my knickers as well.
When I got back my sister said I looked a little bit flushed and was I ok, so I
said I hadn't quite made it to the loo in time and had to change my knickers.
Mum scolded me and said I shouldn't wait 'til the last minute - she had more
than enough washing already. He just smiled at me and I returned the smile,
both knowing what really happened to my knickers. So you see I'm sure if I
thought I could get away with it, he'd have let me into bed with him. It never
did happen though, much to my disappointment, and nothing ever happened
between us again either, again, much to my disappointment, but that's life.
They split up about a year later, when he said he wasn't ready to settle down.
The closest I got to sex with him was masturbating with my ear against his
door in the night, but that was nice anyway. I don't suppose if my sister ever
reads this she will twig that it's her little sister, and probably just as well, and
though I didn't actually do anything with him, I still feel like I've let her down,
so if you do read this sis'  - I really am sorry, though I have to admit it was
lovely.

                          Barbara.