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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
The following story is a true story dictated by a male friend who shall
remain anonymous
Her Little Sister by Paul.
I am not a pervert (paedo) in any way, and to be honest I have
no idea why I did what I did except that at the time it didn't feel in
any way wrong, except for cheating on Jane. Since then however
my view has completely changed and I do regret what happened.
I can obviously give no names that are true, even though it
happened about thirty years ago, so I've used aliases so I can
get it off my chest anonymously.
I was 17 at the time, and my then girlfriend, (Jane), was 16. She
had a younger brother of 15 (Mark), and a younger sister of 13,
(Helen). At weekends, because I lived in the next town and had
been banned from driving for 6 months (don't ask), I used to stay
at their house at weekends. I finished work at dinner time on a Friday,
and after showering and getting my weekend stuff together, I caught
the bus to theirs and came home on the last bus on a Sunday night.
Helen fancied me as well, and made it obvious whenever Jane,
Mark, or their mum weren't around by cuddling up to me and putting
her arms around me and trying to get a kiss. She kept it very secret
of course and no-one ever suspected her intentions towards me.
She wasn't only very clever, but very pretty as well, and developing
well for her age. You'd never guess she was 13, she looked (and
acted), more like 16.
I've always been a sucker for girls in uniform - any uniform from
nurse to forces etc, and I'm afraid school uniforms were no exception.
One Friday afternoon I arrived earlier than usual at mid afternoon, to
find just Helen and her mum there. Mark was staying at his mates for
the weekend, and Jane had rung to tell her mum to tell me she had to
work late that day and wouldn't be home 'til about eight-ish. Their
mum and dad were divorced so I hardly ever saw him anyway, and
their mum usually went to bingo on a friday evening about six-thirty.
Of course this particular night that left me and Helen alone for a
couple of hours until Jane got home after eight. Knowing what Helen
was like when no-one else was around, I was a bit dubious about this,
but when Mrs Smith asked if I minded looking after Helen so she
could get off to bingo, I could hardly say no when she was good
enough to let me stay every weekend while I was banned from
driving, so I was stuck with the situation.
Helen was still in her school uniform, and knowing I liked to see
her in it, decided to use it to her advantage while no-one else was
around. She really did look gorgeous in it - dark blue short skirt,
white blouse and matching white calf length socks. We'd been alone
about half an hour or so and I was sitting with her on the couch
watching tv. She cuddled up to me as she often did when no-one was
around, letting her skirt ride up her lovely leg, giving me an
occasional 'accidental' glimps of her white panties as she moved.
I had my arm around her shoulders as she cuddled up to me, and
then she decided she'd be more comfortable if she put her legs over
mine and laid back on the couch to watch tv. It was hard enough to
resist her normally, but with her legs over me and her skirt right up
showing her panties, it was almost impossible, and it wasn't long
before I could feel a hard-on coming, as hard as I tried to ignore her.
I know she could feel it as well under her legs, because she said,
"I knew you fancied me so it's no use trying to pretend you don't any
longer. Jane won't be home for ages and she'll never know".
At that she got up and said,
"I'll make us a cup of tea if you like but I want a kiss first."
She came round the back of the couch to go to the kitchen, and
leaning over the back, grabbed me and kissed me hard, her tongue
exploring my mouth as she did. That I'm afraid didn't do much to help
me get rid of my hard-on, and I kissed her back - she was winning.
Instead of going to the kitchen as she said, she came round and
stood by the arm of the couch next to me. My arm was over the end
of the arm and she stood with her legs slightly apart and my hand
between them, her inner thigh just touching my fingers. She leaned
over me and french-kissed me again, getting me even more aroused.
She knew exactly what she was doing, and without even thinking
what I was doing I started to stroke her inner thigh gently, gradually
moving up her leg. She stood back up and said,
"You wouldn't dare"
She had a sly grin on her face as she said it, knowing full well that
I wouldn't be able to resist her by now.
I don't know what came over me then because I certainly didn't
think what I was doing, and I let my fingers run up the inside of her
leg until it reached her panties. Then I began to stroke her clitty over
her panties - all the way up and down. I looked up at her to see her
eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip in ecstacy. I'm not
bragging but I'm really good with my fingers thanks to Jane, who
taught me how to bring a girl off very quickly. I'd had loads of practice
with her, but never with any other girl, so I thought this was an ideal
oportunity to find out how good I really was.
She was softly moaning as I stroked her, and I could feel her getting
really wet through her panties, so I knew it was time to move on. I
turned a bit on the couch and moved my other hand until I could reach
her pussy with both hands as Jane had taught me. Then I began
running one finger of each hand under the elastic of her panties, up
and down as before, but this time just giving her the lightest touch on
her little hard clitty as I moved.
She moved her legs wider apart so I could get to her more easily,
and gasped out loud as I slid one finger inside her. It was as much as
I could do to stop myself tearing her panties off and fucking her there
and then, but I was sure she was really a virgin, and after I finished I
was even more convinced. I started sliding my finger in and out, and
with the other hand, rubbing her clitty, gently at first and then faster
and faster until suddenly she cried out as her whole body began to
convulse and shake.
I looked up at her face and her mouth and eyes were open wide. She
was totally oblivious to me even looking at her, crying out,
"Oh, Oh, Oh"
as she shook with orgasm and collapsed on top of me on the couch, her
eyes rolling. She shook for ages before regaining control, and looked
deep into my eyes and kissed me again before saying,
"Oh god that was amazing, I've never felt anything like that in my life.
People say that sex is nice but I'd never have believed anything could
be as nice as that., no wonder Jane wants you for herself"
She got up on wobbly legs and went off towards the kitchen saying,
"I'll make your tea now, I think you've earned it, and Jane better watch
out now I know how good you are."
It wasn't long after that I split with Jane after I discovered she'd been
two-timing me all along, so after that I didn't feel so bad about giving her
little sister her first orgasm. I never saw Helen again after that which on
reflection is probably just as well.
Paul.