This story is a work of fiction. The characters depicted within have no resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely coincidental. The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only. It is strongly advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all players if they choose to act out the play of this story. This is a work of erotic fiction. If the reader is turned off or offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any further. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Family Values 6 – Kiran Speaks on her First Time We were all gathered in a cottage we had rented for the weekend - the entire family. It was about 5 in the evening, we sat in front of the fireplace, nursing our drinks. "Priya", I called her. "Yes?" "Why don't you tell us about the first time", I prompted her. "The first time I slept with a man?" "No the first time you cooked rice", I kept a deadpan face. "Now?" I stared at her. "Ok" --- I was 16 when I went to live with my sister and her husband. I had gotten in to a college there, or should I say that my brother-in-law had gotten me into a college there. Why didn't I study at home? It was because my parents wanted to get me away from my friends. I met the gang I hung around with during my studies in the 12th grade. All good students, but we also did drugs. My dad discovered a stash on me and from then on I was under constant supervision. So when it was time for me to join college, I was sent away. My sister and her husband had just recently been welcomed back into the family. They had eloped to get married and dad had disowned them. That was 4 years ago. Now they were back in favor, and I guess their earnestness to take me in was because they thought this would help in their rehabilitation within the family. They were right. Soon Chris was dad's favorite son-in-law. It did not take me long to figure out why Kareena eloped and went against my father's wishes. Chris was witty, smart, good-looking, successful, and most of all a romantic. I would watch the romancing between them and pray that I found a husband like Chris. At night, I would lie in my bed and listen to the sounds of lovemaking from their bedroom. They did it every night. I suspect they also did it at other times. As I would lie in my bed listening to them I would get wet. I began to imagine me instead of Kareena, lying under Chris, feeling his penis ramming into me. For the images, I had to recall the scenes from the couple of porn films I had seen with my "friends". I grew out of fingers soon, I moved on to carrots, but then I didn't know where to go. I was frustrated and sex filled my thoughts. It was all that I could think of. Many a night I spent crying tears of frustration as I looked for satisfaction, as I searched for the ever elusive orgasm. It began unknowingly. I began to get physical with Chris. I would hold his hand, sit next to him on the couch such that our bodies touched, little things. Soon he was reciprocating. I noticed how he would come and sit next to me, which never used to happen. It became normal for him to touch me on my shoulder or back as we crossed each. I was in heaven. It is amazing how something "wrong" can heighten the excitement. It wasn't long to take the next step. I began flashing him. I began walking around the house without my bra. Every time I was in front of him I would find a reason to bend over. The first few times I didn't have the guts to look up and meet his eye. Then one time I picked up the courage to look up and he was staring. My chance to take things forward came when Kareena had to make a visit back home. Dad was unwell and Mom needed someone with her. Kareena was the logical choice as she had a lot of leave stacked up. That night I slept with my door open, wide open. I also went to bed early, so that Chris would have to pass my open door on his way to bed. I lay down and watched the clock. After about 10 minutes, I lifted my nightdress half way up my thighs. I waited. Right enough, he came and peered in. I lay still, my eyes open just a teeny weeny bit so I could watch him. He stood there watching me. I guess he was debating whether to come in or not. I shifted my legs, spreading them wider. I hoped he'd see I didn't have my panties on. He walked away. I slid the night dress all the way up, spread my thighs and began to play with myself to get my juices running. Then I waited. He came back some time later. Once again he waited at the door. Watching me. I reached down to my vagina and began to play with myself, moaning and breathing hard. I had my eyes closed, but I felt him come close, then he sat at the edge of the bed. He put his fingers at my cunt. I took my fingers away and spread wider. He finger-fucked me to my orgasm. After I came, he got up to leave. "Chris", I called softly. He turned and looked at me. "Make me a woman, Chris", I pleaded. "This is wrong", he told me. "Would it be wrong to keep me from going down the wrong path?" "What do you mean?" "If you don't do me, I will get it somewhere else. And you won't have control on who that will be." "No. This is wrong" and then he walked away. I cried myself to sleep. Chris left early to work the next day. I didn't see him in the morning. When I came home in the evening, he hadn't returned. I decided to welcome him nicely. I chose a spaghetti strap nightdress which came up to just above my knees. I put on make up, lipstick, combed my hair, the works. I then prepared dinner. Then I waited. His eyes roamed all over me as he walked in. I got up from the sofa and ran up to him, put my arms around his neck and kissed him smack on the lips. He kissed me back. We kissed forever. He reached down and unzipped his fly. "I need you now", he said as he pulled out his penis. I lay back on the floor and spread myself. I felt the thrill of a penis entering me for the first time. The head of the penis slip in, and then it traveled through the tunnel then it hurt, for the tiniest fraction of a second it hurt, then it was heaven. He was kind and gentle, easing himself in and out of me. But I wanted more. "Fuck me like you would a whore", I hissed into his ear. Our eyes met, and then he began to pound me. I came. He kept pounding me, his breathing getting harder. I came again. We shifted position. He mounted me from the rear – doggy style. I came again. "I'm cumming", he called out after about an hour of ceaseless pounding. His warm cum began to pour into my cunt. I came again. --- Kiran sat with her head bowed. "Kiran", I called her. She looked up at me. "Take off your clothes", I told her. She stood up and undid her saree. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked the blouse. Next she undid the string holding her underskirt and let the skirt fall. She stood naked in front of the whole family, except for her heels and chastity belt. "Stay naked for the rest of the evening", I told her. Then turning to the others I said, "She is available for anyone who wants to play with her naked parts." "Next Priya, your turn to tell us how you lost your cherry." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments and feedback on this story are welcome and appreciated. Please contact the author at bentspoon@excite.com.