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Subject: {ASSM} Allison In The Graveyard (mf, inc, mast, voy)
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This story is copyrighted to Michael phoenlxarlzona@aol.com (c) 2006,
all rights reserved. This story may be shared freely so long as no
changes have been made to the story and the author's name and email
address remains attached.


Allison in the Graveyard
By Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

The story I'm about to relate is true, if a little strange. It so
happens that the first time I had an orgasm I had it by a girl's hand
and that girl was my older sister. (mf, inc, mast, voy)

***

You could say I was a late bloomer because I'd never had an orgasm
before I'd turned 12, but on the other hand I had been masturbated by a
girl at 12 which I guess put me at the young end of the spectrum for
sexual contact with the opposite sex.

The family was on summer vacation when this all took place. We... my
mom and dad and sister Allison and I always took a month during summer
and went to mom's folk's cabin in the mountains just outside of Denver.
It was a small community called Georgetown alongside the freeway as you
leave Denver heading west.

We had been going there every summer for as far back as I can remember
and I enjoyed roaming over the hills and fields as a kid. But my sister
who was in her teens then hated being pulled away from her friends and
"exiled" in the backwaters, as she put it.

Maybe the fact that Allison was board, or maybe because she was 15 and
I was 12; maybe that's why we seemed to be fighting all the time that
summer. If I said something was white she'd say it was black and then
we'd go at it until mom or dad finally broke us up.

So it is even more mystifying that what happened, happened.

I was hiking around up the hill from our cabin, poking around in one of
the old ruined gold mines that were all over the place back then, when
I heard a noise. I didn't think anyone should be there because it was
on our property and trespassing didn't usually happen up here.

I cautiously crept up to the corner of one of the old timber buildings
and peeked around the corner. You can imagine my surprise when I saw my
sister lying on a blanket frigging herself with her fingers and
pinching her exposed nipples moaning softly all the while.

It was the moaning that I'd heard. But it was the sight of my near
naked sister that held me there. I was caught in numb confusion, fear
and excitement. Up until that moment I'd never seen my sister's naked
body before and it was really something to behold.

As I said before Allison was 15, but what I didn't tell you was that
she's very popular at school, one of those girls that all the boys
wanted to date. I knew that of course and if the truth be told I though
she was really pretty too, but she was my sister and I'd never lusted
after her like the older boys a school did.

As I stood there trembling, it happened. I guess I moved or something
because all of a sudden Allison looked my way and with a cry of
surprise she jumped up began screeching at me for spying on her.

It all happened so quickly that I'm not sure I even remember exactly
what happened to this day, years later. But my sister was screaming at
me, calling me a little perv and threatening me that if I ever said
anything to anyone about what I'd seen, she'd kill me.

I guess she was so mad at me that she forgot that she was still half
naked. She had taken off her Levis and her shirt was still shoved up
over her tits and I could see everything. Everything that a little boy
might dream about, but had no real expectation of ever seeing.

Then Allison lunged toward me and the last thing I remember before I
turned and ran down the hill at top speed, was my sister's breasts
wobbling and the patch of pubic hair between her legs.

**

That night at dinner there was a palpable tension at the table. Allison
wouldn't look at me and I was afraid to make eye contact with her. I
mean, I'd seen her playing with herself. I might not have been doing it
myself, but I did have a vague idea how it all worked and I knew what
she was doing to herself.

It was just too embarrassing. I wished for the hundredth time that I'd
left when I first stumbled upon her. But even as I wished it, I knew
that I couldn't have, even if I'd wanted to. Watching Allison
masturbating was something I'd remember for the rest of my life and I
couldn't have cut and run even if I'd really wanted to.

But we had a problem. I guess you could say that I was "one up" on
Allison. I'd seen her doing the naughty and she didn't have anything on
me quite as bad. I would have promised never to say anything, but she
wasn't talking to me, she just kept giving me the cold shoulder for the
next few days.

Then about a week later when we'd pretty much gotten back to normal and
were talking to each other between fights, she came up to me with sort
of a proposition.

I was up by the old cemetery where no one ever went, just walking
around and reading the old grave stones. This land was public land but
the cemetery was really old and overgrown. I don't think anyone had
been buried there for almost 100 years.

When I turned to head back home I stopped short. There was Allison
standing about 20 yards away with her arms folded staring at me. She
asked me why I'd spied on her the week before and I answered honestly
that I hadn't meant to. I told her that I'd heard a noise and had gone
to investigate.

Allison seemed to believe me. But we both knew that I had something on
her, and when she said, "Tommy, you have to make us even again, I can't
have you holding this over me for the rest of my life." I knew then
that I'd have to do something humiliating so she'd have something on
me.

For some strange reason the fact that I knew it was inevitable, aroused
me. I didn't know that I was aroused then, I just knew that I had this
excited feeling in the pit of my stomach, and in my crotch. It was a
fuzzy defused tension that intensified my awareness of my surroundings.

I mumbled that I wouldn't tell anyone, I promised, but Allison wouldn't
accept that. Finally I asked her what I could do to make it okay again.
I was tired of all this tension and the strangeness between us. All I
wanted was to have everything go back to the way it had been before.

My mouth opened in surprise and shock when my sister said, "The only
way to make us even is for you to jack off while I watch you."

I couldn't believe that she'd said it. (I mean, how would you feel if
your sister was standing in front of you, seriously insisting that you
masturbate in front of her?)

I didn't know what to say, all I could do was mumble, "I can't."

But Allison wasn't going to let me keep my edge over her, she kept
saying that it was "only fair" that I do it to make us even. I finally
admitted that I was too scared and that I didn't think I could do it.

Looking back from an adult's perspective I am suspicious of Allison's
intentions. With time as my filter I now believe that she might have
hatched this plan of hers to get even, but also to have the opportunity
to see a boy's equipment up close.

Since those days, I've known a lot of women and I think they were just
as curios about boys as boys were about girls at that age. And this
"set up" was ideal for Allison to learn something about boys without
putting herself in a compromising position.

When I'd said that I couldn't do it for the third time Allison told me
that she'd help me do it. She kept saying that it was only fair that I
do it in front of her like she'd done in front of me.

Well, there I was standing in the middle of an old disused graveyard
with my sister insisting that I jack off in front of her. I know it's
hard to believe but I'll say it again, this is the absolute truth!

Finally Allison walked up to me and pulled my pants down. She just
reached out and yanked them down to my ankles. I didn't protest, I
didn't really know what to do. Then she told me to sit on an overturned
grave marker and when I did she lifted my feet and pulled my pants all
the way off. Then Allison gestured to my underwear, "Take it off Tommy,
c'mon, it's only fair!"

I didn't know what else to do, I felt so strange, really weird. I was
finding it hard to breathe when I hooked my underpants with my thumbs
and pulled them down my legs.

To have my boyhood open to the air and my sister scoping it out made me
want to faint. I swear I could have fainted then and there from fright
but luckily Allison made me sit down before completely disrobing for
her.

I'd been getting boners on a pretty regular basis for some time now,
probably for more than a year. I just hadn't put two and two together
yet and even though I had a clue how everything worked I didn't really
know for sure.

So when Alison said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Start jacking off
Tommy!" I didn't move. I looked at my sister standing there and then
down to my soft little weenie, no life there. I said in a small
frightened voice, "I can't."

Allison looked exasperated and came over and knelt in front of me. "All
you have to do is wrap your fingers around it and pump. You can do that
can't you?"

I looked up at my sister and felt like crying. Why was she making me do
this? Then I almost jumped out of my skin when she grabbed my limp dick
with her hand and began to massage it.

Unable to speak I just looked at my sister's hand as it manipulated my
dick. The massage she was giving me was bringing it to life. Along with
a rush of blood to my brain, I guess blood was running to my dick too
because almost instantly I was as hard as streetlamp pole!

I just sat there and watched as Allison began to jack me off. Even
though I've had many sexual experiences since that time; those moments
remain with me as the most exciting and wonderfully erotic I've ever
experienced. (Keep in mind that I'd never had a real orgasm before, I'd
never blown my load, so to speak. The closest I'd experienced was a
couple of wet dreams over the past year and other than the mess in my
underwear I'd pretty much missed the actual experience.)

As I sat there with my sister's hand pumping my erect dick, not knowing
what to expect that I was finding it hard to sit up, my mind was
totally blank. I wanted to lie down and it was all I could do to sit
there and let her that to me.

I have no idea how long this went on. I vaguely remember that Allison
seemed to really be into what she was doing to me. When she'd first
seen me naked, she seemed slightly disgusted with my private parts. She
made me pull my underwear down because it appeared that she hadn't
wanted to touch me.

But moments after beginning to jack me off she was bent down close,
looking at my dick and how the skin moved under her fingers and how the
swollen head grew bigger on the down thrust. At one point I noticed her
looking down the little slit in my penis where the pee comes out. When
she pulled down hard on me it would open like a little mouth and she'd
giggle when that happened.

Again I say that I have no real recollection of how long this went on,
but what I do remember, like it was yesterday, was the moment of my
first climax.

The first sensation I remember was a roaring in my ears and my body
sort of jerked like a fish on the end of a line. I didn't know what was
happening to me and a mixture of fear and lust rushed through my every
fiber.

I cried out to my sister to stop. I was frightened that I was dieing,
that she'd done something to me that was killing me. Just as Allison
let go of my dick the first gush of cum jetted up and out of me. I'm
not sure, but it looked like it hit my sister's left shoulder.

The next few jets of cum splattered on her shirt and she scrambled back
squealing in disgust. I, all the while, leaned back on my hands and
gasped as I watched my dick shooting thick white fluid like a little
fire hose. That feeling deep down inside me was so glorious, that all
other processes in by body stopped, only those involuntary processes
like breathing were still functioning.

I still remember how numb I felt afterwards, the sound of the ocean
reverberating in my ears. My dick was still jerking, but my head was a
block of sponge and my breathing was the perfect imitation of a freight
train. I did notice my sister's eyes were wide in surprise as she sat
on the dirt looking up at me. My cum looked like silly string on her
shirt.

I think Allison helped me dress, I'm not sure because I was still in
shock. I do know that she helped me stand up and walked with me part
way home. The one thing I do remember with crystal clarity was what she
said as we left the graveyard.

She was still holding my by the arm when she said, "Wow Tommy! That was
some show! I never imagined that a boy's sperm would shoot that far."

I didn't respond, I couldn't think of anything to say.

**

After that afternoon we stopped fighting all the time. We also never
talked about what we'd done. Well, at least not for many years. It did
come up about 20 years later during a family reunion when Allison and I
had polished off a little too much alcohol.

Allison had been through two marriages and she'd had two kids and I
guess she was drunker than I was because sometime before we went up to
bed, the subject of our childhood came up. We were sitting in Mom's
basement den all by ourselves and being a little toasted Allison was
complaining about her past spouses and detailing their shortcomings.

Then out of the blue she said, "I still remember that time in the
graveyard. Boy did you shoot off. None of the men I have ever been with
could do what you did that day. It was really something."

I looked over at my sister and said, "Yeah, including me. I don't think
I've ever cum so hard again in my life. Well, except a few times when
I'm making love to someone and I think about that time. It sure was
wild." There I'd said it. I'd voiced what I'd been thinking for most of
my adult life.

Allison sat up a little and looked into my eyes. She smiled and then
she heaved herself up from the couch and said, "Time to hit the sack
little brother. See you in the morning."

I watched my still, quite lovely sister, climb the stairs and I relived
that moment in the graveyard again, for the thousandth time.

END

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