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Archive name: Krist1.txt (mf, ff, teen)
Authors name: 'Kathy'
Story Title : "Kristene Comes Home"
First posted 12/21/97
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This is the story of a young American woman who grew up
in Northern Lebanon. Who returns to the United States
after her father dies, and has to pick up American ways
again, and has to "fit in". (I may do several stories
about Kristene, assuming I don't loose intrest. . .)
Kristene Comes Home
By 'Kathy'
-=*=-
Kristene Baker knelt at the base of the stairs,
not quite able to believe what she was seeing. The
sight of her older sister laying on the living-room,
with her boyfriends face buried between her legs, was
something that confused and excited Kristene. She knew
that watching them was wrong, but she was frozen into
inaction by the scene before her.
Kristene's life experiences up to this point in
time hadn't prepared her for such a situation. She had
lived out of the country for almost five years of her
eighteen years. Their father who was Lebanese, had
taken her with him back to his home country when he and
her mom had divorced. She never quite understood why
she'd been the one to go and not Amy who was a year
older, and more out-going, but she had, and her life
had changed dramatically. Living in the middle-east as
a Muslim, and learning the religious life style of her
fathers people had been quite a challenge for the young
American girl.
She didn't look like the rest of the kids, being
blonde and fair skinned like her mother, Kristene stuck
out like a Christmas tree during Ramadan. She was self-
conscious about how strange she looked to the local
population, and was glad that she was required to wear
the prescribed clothing of a Muslim female whenever she
had to go outside.
Now that Kristene was back in the United States,
everything was strange to her, after the strict
religious life of Lebanon, the exacting standards that
she had been held to, life in America was frightening.
There seemed to be unlimited freedom, and that scared
Kristene more than she would care to admit. She was
afraid of the kids at school, and afraid of the
teachers too. There seemed to be no order, no belief
system, no discipline of any kind. People just did what
they wanted whenever they wanted too, with little
thought of what was right or wrong.
-=*=-
So there she was kneeling behind the banister of
their stairway at home, watching an un-godly act taking
place in her own living-room. Kristene had been unset-
tled by her sisters actions ever since she'd arrived
home when after father's death. She had been relieved
when her mom had insisted that she be able to return to
her one surviving parent, but had been in a constant
state of fear and confusion ever since. Being confront-
ed with her sister having sex with her boyfriend was
just another in a seemingly long chain of events that
Kristene couldn't quite adjust to.
As the young girl turned and ran in embarrassed
confusion, she heard her name being called. Oh god,
they had caught her looking at them. Kristene couldn't
face that. It was unthinkable that she was even watch-
ing them having sex, much less oral sex which was an
offense against the Quran, and probably the Bible too.
She ran on, unseeing, tears of shame coursing down her
cheeks, not knowing or caring where she went, just
wanting to get away.
-=*=-
Amy had noticed a movement from the stairs and
saw her sister turning away. She was instantly sorry
she'd let Rob talk her into having sex at home. She
struggled to a sitting position shoving Rob's face from
her crotch and yelled for her sister to stop. But it
was too late. No telling how long she'd been there. Amy
knew that her younger sister was having trouble adjust-
ing to the American lifestyle, and knew that this lit-
tle scene would probably set her back even more. She
felt terrible, and she felt ashamed.
Amy grabbed her skirt and quickly wrapped it
around her waist, slipping on her shoes, and followed
her sister out the door. Rob had figured out what had
happened by then and ran out behind Amy, straightening
his chlothes as he went.
The couple searched until they saw Kristene sit-
ting in the bleachers of the little-league field about
a mile down the road from her home.
The young blonde was huddled with her sweater -
like a chadar - pulled over her head as if hiding from
the world. As Amy came up to her, Kristene's went
ridgid, not knowing what to do or say she turned her
face away from her sister. Her shame and humiliation
was just too much to bare.
"Kristene, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to
see us, honest." Amy said in a pleading voice. She felt
terible, her sister looked lost and frightened. She
felt so guilty she wanted to cry herself.
Kristene mumbled that she was sorry for spying
on them, that it had been an accident, and that she
would never do anything like that again. The two
sisters sat together hugging each other for a long
time, Amy reassuring her younger sister. Amy rocked her
Kristene gently back and forth, as if she where a baby
she was trying to sooth.
Rob stood back from the touching scene, with
thoughts of how nice both sisters looked. Faces flushed
with tears, color heightened from running around and
the crying. They both looked quite lovely. Rob was
still very horny, having planned a nice slow afternoon
of sex with Amy, and was feeling frustrated by the turn
of events, but was still hopeful.
He'd been attracted to the younger sister ever
since she'd shown up several months ago. But had been
put off by her strange behavior. For the first couple
of weeks she kept wearing that "chadar" thing, and kept
using Arabic to describe things she didn't know the
English word for. Even though she didn't have an accent
when she spoke english, she didn't know the name of
lots of things. It was just plain strange.
They'd gone to the mall shortly after Kristene's
arrival home, and Rob and driven both her and Amy. They
had taken her to several clothing stores. Rob still
remembered her trying on some dresses for school. Amy
had picked out some really sexy stuff, and Kristene had
tried them on. She'd looked incredibly sexy, especially
in that little red dress that came down only a few
inches below her snatch. (He smiled at that remembered
moment) When Kristene said that she couldn't wear
something like that in public, Rob had tried to con-
vince her that she looked like a goddess. And even
though she let Amy buy it for her, she had never worn
it since.
-=*=-
Rob ended up having to go home frustrated that
afternoon, because Amy wanted to spend some time with
her sister "by themselves". So he'd gone home and
locked himself in his room, to "beat his meat" while
thinking about what it would be like to have both Amy
and her sister all to himself. Thinking thoughts like
that, it didn't take him very long to find release. But
he found that he still wasn't satisfied. And his
thoughts returned to his girlfriends younger sister
again.
-=*=-
That night Kristene dreamed about her sister,
and her boyfriend making love in front of her. Her
dream could not be controlled by will-power, as she did
during her wakeful hours. She dreamed that she hadn't
turned and run, but that she had walked into the room
and stood over the lovers on the floor. That her sister
had looked up at her, while Rob was busy between her
legs. That Amy had smiled sexily at her, with a strange
look in her eyes, and asked if she wanted to join them.
In her dream, Kristene saw Rob look up at her
too, her sisters sexual juices smeared all over his
chin and lips. In her dream, Rob reached for her hand
and slowly pulled her down to the floor beside her
sister, and just as slowly unbuttoned her Levi's and
undressed her from the waist down like her sister
already was.
In her dream Kristene looked up at Rob while he
took off his own clothing. He was beautiful, all mus-
cley and tan. He was perfect in her dream, he was
gentle, and expertly nestled between her legs. And her
sister smiled and watched resting her head on her hand
- elbow supporting her head telling her that they
looked beautiful together.
In Kristene's dream, she felt Rob licking her
wonderfully, felt him massaging her private domain,
just like he had earlier as she had watched him and her
sister on the living-room rug. Then fear shot through
her, as she first felt, then saw him slidding his body
up her's. She had marveled at his "sex' equipment when
he'd first undressed, but hadn't thought it through.
She felt him continue to climb up her body until his
urgent need was obviously resting in her cradle.
In her dream Kristene reached down between their
legs and grasped his penis, his oh so hard penis. Kris-
tene wiggled a little sideways so she could see what he
looked like up close. Yes, for some reason it looked so
inviting, so slick and nice, and unbelieveably big.
Then without a word, Rob pushed her hand away and
hovered over her, hands firmly planted on each side of
her T-shirt covered shoulders, and touched her sex,
with his. Kristene could feel him at her opening, she
could feel his penis head stretching her open, then,
his smooth thrust into her depths. . .
"Ohhhh....Gggooddd." She moaned as she came in
the night. Kristene's eyes shot open as she experienced
her first true orgasm, biting her lip, trying to remain
quiet. She lay there silently rocking back and forth,
sensations rushing through her body, making her shiver
in physical ecstasy. She had come in her sleep, just
dreaming about Rob had made her come.
After the unfamiliar raking orgasms slowed and
finally stopped, Kristene was ashamed by what her body
had just experienced. She'd only had one other experi-
ence even remotely similar when she was thirteen, just
before going over to the middle-east. She had always
remembered that feeling, but hadn't understood what it
was, or how it had happened. And ever since she'd been
so tightly controlled, she hadn't even thought about
sex for the next five years of her life.
Kristene quickly began to feel guilty, about the
dream she'd just had. Having sex with her sister's boy-
friend, was against everything she'd learned from the
Quran, and Hadith. She was even more confused than be-
fore, and tossed and turned through the night. When
dawn finally came, she was up with the birds, and went
for an early morning run to work off the nervous energy
her body was generating after her new experiences, her
mind still in termoil.
-=*=-
The shower was turned up full blast as Kristene
stood under the flow, letting the hot water work it's
magic on her tense muscles. The run had been good for
her, but she still felt tense for some reason. She knew
that she had several more minutes to enjoy the hot
water, then she'd better get a move on, if she didn't
want to be late for school. As she stood under the
soothing flow, her mind drifted, she thought about her
high school and the day that streached before her, and
her fellow students and teachers. She was far ahead of
most of the other kids at school academically, and the
teachers liked her because of that. But her class mates
weren't impressed, and although they didn't exactly
shun her, Kristene still hadn't made any real friends
yet. She knew it was probably her fault, she was shy,
and conversations were almost painful to get through
when some boy would strike up one with her, and the
girl just didn't talk to her at all.
The McPhereson's lived next door, and Carry, the
older of the two daughters had been paired off with
Kristene as soon as she arrived home from the middle-
east, but they hadn't gotten very close, again it was
probably her own fault, she thought sadly. Both their
parents had tried too hard to make them friends, and it
just didn't feel right.
Suddenly Kristene was brought back to the pre-
sent as her sister popped her head through the steam
filled opening of the shower-stall and asked, "Hey
lazy-bones, you going to school, or you planning to
stay in here all day? Mom wants you down stairs asap!"
Kristene felt strange as her sister stood there
giving her naked body an appraising look. "You know,
you really should wear something other than Levi's to
school. I'm telling you that senior year is the best
time you'll ever have. And with a body like that you
could have them eating out of your hands." Amy reached
in and turned off the water. Kristene stood there not
knowing what to do. She concentrated on not covering
herself with her arms and hands, she didn't want to
look guilty of anything. Amy kept looking at her with
a head to toe sweep, then finally said, "well, you
coming out of there or not?"
Kristene stumbled out of the shower as her
sister grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her
shoulders, rubbing her body vigorously drying her.
Kristene was becoming nervous, and asked her sister
what she was doing? "Amy, I can dry myself, please give
me a little privacy."
Amy looked into her sisters eyes and smiled,
"I know you can dry yourself Krissy, but I want to dry
you, is that OK?" Kristene didn't know what to say to
that, she wasn't sure why Amy was acting this way, but
she didn't want to offend her, so she stood in the mid-
dle of the bathroom and let her older sister dry her
body completely.
Kristene jumped when Amy's hand "accidentally"
touched her left breast. "I think I'm dry enough Amy,
thank you for your help, I'll take it from here if
that's OK with you?" Kristene said with a nervous
squeak in her voice.
"Krissy, you're gonna have to learn to be less
up-tight. You've been to places that I've only dreamed
of, and met people that I never will, and that's great,
but you're back in the good old USA now, and you need
to try to fit in more than you have. Try letting some
of those formidable defenses down a little." She smiled
while saying it, but Kristene was hurt by sisters
criticism. Amy finally left her to dress in peace,
glancing behind her one last time as she left the room,
admiring her younger sisters body, thinking to herself,
what a waste to keep it hidden all the time.
-=*=-
Kristene had been toying with the idea of wear-
ing more feminine clothes for the past week or two, but
knew she probably wouldn't do anything really. She felt
comfortable in pants, and after the ridicule she'd re-
ceived from the kids in her neighborhood for wearing
the chadar, (the traditional Muslim female covering)
when she'd first arrived home, she was in no hurry to
change her style of clothing again. But her sister's
criticism stung her, what was she a mouse, or a woman?
Kristene stood naked in front of the floor length mir-
ror and looked at herself. There was nothing in her
refection that bothered her to look at, she thought.
She had a well proportioned body, she had never really
given much thought about it before, but she was pleased
with her appearance. Most of her teenage years she'd
been covered from head to toe, and no one but her had
seen her body unclothed. It surprised her that having
Amy look at her nude, had been exillirating.
What would it feel like to actually wear the
skimpy red dress that Amy had insisted she try on. It
had felt absolutely sinful while she had it on. Kris-
tene still savored that feeling, she'd almost fainted
she had been so excited to have her body on display in
public like that. She smiled at herself, 'what a dope
I am, women all over the place wear stuff like that all
the time'.
Kristene was determined to "fit in", she was
going to wear that dress to school, and start to work
on making friends.
Just then she heard a knock on her bedroom door,
and turned to see Carry McPhereson look in. Kristene
quickly held her towel up to cover her naked body from
her neighbor. Carry was surprised that Kristene wasn't
dressed and ready to go, she had always been before.
"You're not ready." She said accusingly. "Come on, I
don't want to be late, I'm in enough trouble at school
as it is." It was Carry's "job" to accompany Kristene
to school each day. She didn't really mind it, and at
the moment wasn't really all that upset that her charge
was running late. It was interesting to see her neigh-
bor in such a comprimising postion.
On an impulse Kristene dropped her towel and
turned to face her class mate. "Carry, what do you
think I look like?" Carry stood frozen in the doorway
for a moment then stepped into the room closing the
door behind her. "You look really nice Krissy." The
girl came up to stand right in front of Kristene. She
smiled and pulled the her class mate to her, and kissed
her, wrapping her arms around the naked girl.
Kristene started to struggle after the initial
surprise had warn off. She was shocked at her own feel-
ings for the fleeting moment before reason told her
what Carry was doing was wrong. She had been taken to
that strange place that she had inhabited the night
before in her dreams. Kristene fought to break the
kiss, but her knees were about to buckle under her, and
her heart was pounding in her your ears, she felt weak.
Carry let her hands roam over her captives
smooth back, and down to her nicely shaped bottom, let-
ting her hand linger there while she massaged one cheek
between her fingers and thumb. Finally, unable to con-
tinue kissing Kristene without taking a breath, Carry
reluctantly pulled her lips away with one last swirl
against Kristene's tongue, and Carry stepped back and
said. "Yes! I think you look really sexy Krissy." as
she went over to sit on her class mates bed to watch
her dress. "So what are you going to wear today?" Carry
said, as if nothing shocking had just happened.
But Kristene was shocked. She was immobile with
shock. As much as by how Carry had made her feel, as by
what the other girl had done. "W-what j-just happened
here?" Kristene asked in a small trembling voice.
"Didn't you know?" I'm gay, I like other girls,
I thought you were displaying your wares for me sweety.
Everyone at school knows I hang with the "IN" crowd,
and we're all gay or BI, you know, it's really in right
now. I might decide to go straight later, if I find the
right guy, but for now, it's a lot of fun.... The girl
chattered on and on, but Kristene didn't hear her, she
was still shocked at how much she'd enjoyed Carry's
kiss and groping hand.
Without thinking about the consequences Kristene
went up to Carry and stood in front of her. "Carry what
do gay people do with each other? I don't quite under-
stand how they would have, you know, sex. I mean neither
of us have the right equipment, and all that. . ."
Kristene was stumbling through her sentence, not know-
ing how to say it. All she knew was that Carry had made
her feel wonderful, and she wanted more of that feeling.
Carry knew what to do, she could tell a horny
virgin when she saw one. As Kristene stood in front of
her, she reached up and ran her cool hands over her
friends naked breasts. Kristene closed her eyes and
savored the sensations she was receiving from her
friends touch. Kristene almost jumped when she felt
Carry touch her between the legs. Yes, it was wonderful
to have someone do that, she stood - legs trembling,
waiting for she knew not what. Kristene had no idea
what was happening, what to expect. All she knew was
that all of a sudden she had an urgent need, and she
could only hope that Carry knew how to satisfy it.
Looking up at her class mate at close range,
Carry was becoming excited. She had admired Kristene's
body even through her loose fitting clothes, but never
expected to get anywhere with her. She'd thought that
her neighbor was some kind of Islamic weirdo, but
weirdo or not, this was just too much. Carry was in-
stantly turned-on, and began to let her hands move over
every nook and cranny of her class mates body. She felt
the other girls velvety body, running her hands repeat-
edly over her breasts and nipple, watcher her tremble
each time. When she reached her naked pussy and started
rubbing, Kristene collapsed onto the bed, her legs no
longer able to hold her young body erect.
Carry rolled over on top of Kristene's spread-
eagle body and she started to do all the things she
liked to do best. Starting with Kristene's nipples and
working down to her fresh little pussy, tongue flicking
here there, and every where. Kristene moaned in lustful
passion at Carry's hand and mouth. That made Carry
smile to herself, remembering her first time.
"Bend your legs up, like your going to do sit-
ups," Carry said. Kristene did so, but she was getting
nervous, her body quivered at every touch. Carry put
her hands on Kristene's knees and asked her to spread
her legs apart. After she did, Carry slid her hands
down the insides of her friends legs towards her crotch.
"Beautiful pussy!" she said. Pussy? Kristene
had heard the word before in reference to a girl's
crotch, but had been told that girls hated that word.
Carry knew what she was thinking. "It's OK to
say pussy. Sometimes even cunt. Or twat. Whatever
you like. Just don't use such words in front of anyone
that you wouldn't say fuck to."
Carry put her hands on Kristene's inner thighs
and lowered her head between her legs. Kristene jumped
as Carry put her face right between her legs and press-
ed her mouth against her pussy. Kristene just stared
at the ceiling and let her do her thing. She had never
imagined anything like this before between girls.
Carry licked up and down her spread pussy lips,
so tenderlty that Kristene almost fell asleep. But then
Carry moved her hands inward and touched her vagina.
She pulled apart the little lips on them and pushed her
tongue inside. Kristene's body went ridged as her
friend tongued her. It felt weird, but good. So good
in fact, that her entire body got warm. Kristene had
the momentary thought that she was going to urinate all
over Carry's tongue. Alarmed she tried to stop from
doing that, but the feeling became more intense, and
Kristene became worried, she would be humiliated if
something like that happened. But she wasn't able to
restrain herself and had to just let it go. But she
didn't urinate, a star burst within her body, and
radiated outward, as Carry slowly and gently brought
her class mate to her first wakeful orgasm.
Kristene couldn't control her body, the release
was so intense, so wonderful. She was crying as her
body was racked with repeated orgasmic spasms. Carry
kept up her rhythm on Kristene's clitoris until she
could no longer take the intense pleasure, and pushed
her friends head away. Still crying Kristene curled up
into a fetal ball while Carry held her in her arms.
Carry continued to stroke Kristene's now sopping pussy
lips slowly, enjoying the moment, until the girls heard
Kristene's mother called for her to come down for
breakfast.
-=*=-
After that day Carry and Kristene became the
best of friends. Kristene wore her little red dress to
school that same day, and soon fit into the "IN" crowd.
Next Kristene story "The IN Crowd"
Kristen's collection-----------------------------------
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ftp://asstr.ml.org/Kristen's_Collection/zzentry/entry.html
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only that from a certain point of view."
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