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Kelly is my younger sister, four years younger than me in fact, and she was also
my first sexual experience. This is the story of my dalliances with her during a
period of about three years or so. Let me say right from the get-go that I
don't, in hindsight, think incest is a healthy, beneficial pursuit. A lot of
posts to these groups suggest that everyone should be fucking their
mother/father/sister/brother/uncle/aunt/cousin because it's 'good for you'. But
I don't think it is - although I don't think it's psychologically harmful as
such, people tend to feel guilty about it in later years and it then starts to
destroy relationships. That's what happened with me and my sister, now we have
trouble communicating and 'getting on' generally. But I don't think it's harmed
me - I don't have an incest fetish and I can look at other members of my family
without wanting to bed them. But enough preaching...

Kelly was 14 when it all started, and while she wasn't supermodel material she
was certainly pretty, fairly well-developed and quite popular with the boys at
our school. We had been fairly close during our pre-teen years, and were often
left alone, so were very used to each other's company. There had been a few
experimental games of 'doctor and nurse' in previous years, but they weren't
entirely sexual, more out of curiosity and boredom. However when I hit 18, the
hormones kicked in and I started to get very, very curious about girls.
Naturally my sister, being the most attractive female in my vicinity, was my
first point of interest.

It started with me sneaking peeks at my sister and her visiting friends in the
bathroom. My bedroom was located outside of the house, while our bathroom was
connected to the laundry, which in turn had an external doorway. Being an old
door it had a fairly large keyhole, so it didn't take much intelligence to
realise if you peeped through that keyhole, you could see a person stepping out
of the shower in the bathroom, some 14 or 15 feet away from the door. In the
course of about 12 months I saw my sister naked perhaps a hundred times in all
manner of poses - standing, kneeling, bending over to dry her legs, dressing,
even pissing: you name it, I saw it. I also saw some of her friends who had come
over to stay the night, and revelled in their nudity through my secret spyhole.
Fortunately nobody ever caught me.

I then reached a point in my life when it was dominated by sex, and being a
virgin I became incredibly frustrated at not being able to experience it. I
think testosterone fucks with your mind, because I was becoming almost 'crazy'
to obtain sex of some sort. My sister, being the closest, most accessible
temptation in my life, became my target, and one evening while lying awake in
bed at 2am with a massive hard-on, I decided to act. I carefully slipped into
the house, down the corridor, past the closed door of our parents room, and to
my little sister's room at the end. What I saw when I pushed open the door and
silently tip-toed inside amazed me...

Kelly was masturbating in her sleep. This may sound phoney or concocted to you,
but it was really happening - she was lying face-down on the bed, between her
legs was a small, decorative pillow she placed on her quilt, and her hips were
slowly but surely grinding against this pillow, sandwiching it between her
14-year-old pussy and the firmness of the mattress. It took me some seconds to
work out what she was doing, and when it entered my mind I was thrilled anew, my
cock hardening to industrial-strength density. I moved closer to the bed, and
ended on my knees right alongside her hips, watching as they worked their magic
over the yielding softness of the pillow. It was fascinating stuff, but I was
not satisfied with just looking, my right-hand reaching up and across to hover
over her panty-clad arse...

I brought it slowly down to rest on her buttock, and was concerned when this
initial contact caused her pleasuring movements to cease. But I left it resting
lightly on her butt, then was thrilled when she started to rock her hips to and
fro again. Feeling more adventurous I decided to move my hand to the part she
was actively rubbing against the pillow  - I slowly and very gently lifted it
from her butt and laid it carefully along the cleft of her pussy. She stopped
moving briefly, but as I applied more pressure with the tips of my fingers,
which were lying directly over the area of her clitoris (even though I didn't
know this at the time, inexperienced as I was) she started to move again, with a
fraction more urgency. I cottoned on to what was happening - she was moving in
response to the touch of my fingertips - so started slowly rubbing the area
around the top of her pussy lips, and her movements increased!

Kelly's hip-rocking masturbation got so frantic my fingers were rubbing like a
blur between her slim young thighs, and before too long she have one final
heave, freezing for an instant at full stretch before relaxing and then ceasing
all movement atop her bed. As naive as I was, I was well aware of what had
happened: she had orgasmed in response to my fingers, and I was so thrilled I
went to bed and jacked off fiercely, resolving to repeat the dose the following
night. So it was to be as I tip-toed back to her room at about 1am the next
evening...

This time she was not actively involved in the act of masturbation, but was
lying partly on her chest, partly on her side, and I had a similar access to her
genitals from behind. Not bothering with the precautionary touching of her arse,
I went straight for the gap made by her joined thighs, the tight material of her
panties cupping her mound tantalisingly. There I ran my fingers back and forth
over her panty-clad cunt, teasing and tickling, pressing and probing - but,
alas, with no response. Feeling slightly annoyed, I ventured my index finger to
the elastic of her underwear, peeling it back at the cleft of her butt to expose
her rear-end and, to my pleasure, her lightly-furred pussy. I spent at least two
minutes with my face inches from it, examining in the near-darkness, smelling
and taking in its unique odour.

In fact, I got so close an idea popped into my head - something I'd only ever
read about in a few porn magazines. Extending my tongue, I pressed it forward so
that it rested directly on the slit of her pussy, my face pressed softly into
the tender pillows of her buttocks. I pushed in fractionally deeper, feeling her
cunt-flaps open to allow access to my tongue, which I began to move about slowly
and deliberately. As soon as the tip made contact with the softer, moist inner
flesh of her gash, I sensed a change in my 14-year-old sister - she seemed to
stiffen slightly, then relax her thighs so that, it seemed, her top leg was
scissoring slightly to allow me greater access to her treasures. I couldn't
believe it - here I was, licking my sister's pussy, and she was opening up to
allow me to do it!

I gently moved my hands to her upper thighs and applied a little pressure, and
was thrilled anew when I felt them yield further. Before long, she was lying
almost flatly on her stomach, legs widely apart, and I had followed her onto the
bed, my tongue lapping away furiously at her cunt, my mouth eagerly tasting the
juices her teenaged virgin pussy was giving it. This whole business went on for
what seemed like ages, and with my erection piercing a hole in my shorts, I
decided to go hell-for-leather and try something different. I removed it, then
moved cautiously up Kelly's body so that I was hovering over the top of her
naked back, my head level with the back of hers - I could smell the soft silk of
her hair. Ever so gently, supporting myself on my hands, I lowered my hips so
that they came down atop hers, my diamond-hard cock resting along the furrow
made by her buttocks. 

I left it there for several seconds, savouring the feel of her soft arse, then
reached down with my right-hand to grasp it and move it down, on an angle, so
that it was directly aimed at her pussy. At this stage I had no intentions of
fucking her, but proceeded to rub the head against her cunt-mound, revelling in
the feel of her juices coating my knob, and taking joy in hearing small, anxious
puffs of breath being forced from her mouth at every touch of my cock on her
pussy. Before long I had taken my hand off my aching dick altogether, and
commenced rubbing its entire length back and forth along the complete length of
her exposed pussy mound. I was basically fucking my little sister without any
penetration, her tight little arse pressing snugly into my groin, my legs
pressing against her bare legs, my cock pleasuring itself against her young hot
genitals - which were no doubt experiencing similar pleasures from my stiffness
rubbing over her clit at a rapid pace.

It was all too much for me and before too long, I felt a familar rising in my
scrotum. Not caring, I kept fucking against her until my penis lurched and I
exploded my come all over her belly and pubic hair, and on her quilted
bedspread. It was an incredible sensation, doing that to my own sister, but in
fear of her waking I immediately retreated to my room to consider my actions.
Had she been asleep and engaged in some erotic dream? Or was she awake and
feigning sleep? To this day I still don't know the answer to that question.

Obviously, having found this method of release, I did it again. In fact I did it
many times, as many as 80 or 90 in the space of three years. Each time I would
pleasure her pussy, either with my hand or mouth, or sometimes both, then I
would climb over her carefully, rest my cock along the length of her pussy and
simulate fucking until I ejaculated all over her. Usually she remained still,
but sometimes it was apparent her own body was responding as she began to rock
her hips in time to my thrusts - these were the best liaisons, I learned to
control my orgasm until my horny little sister had reached hers, then I would
unload all over her waiting belly. Also, after a few encounters with her, she
stopped wearing panties to bed, suggesting to me that she was fully aware of our
'meetings', was quite happy for them to continue and for me to have full and
unrestricted access to her genitals.

I became so complacent with our little simulated fuck-sessions that I started to
'experiment' further. On one occasion I rolled her over and 'fucked' her in the
standard missionary position, my cock sliding over her pussy and down into the
valley of her arse. Sometimes I would reach my hands underneath her chest and
fondle her young breasts while I hammered my groin into her butt. In fact the
only time she objected - and in fact became conscious during our sessions - was
when I grew extremely bold and tried to penetrate her. It was during one of our
last encounters, and I simply reached down with my hand and pressed my knob into
the space where her vagina was - I was then thrilled to feel the tight ring of
her cunt wrapping its way around my dick. However just as I pushed in further
and stretched her hole, she reached up with her hands and pushed me off, telling
me to 'fuck off'. I slinked back to my room, disappointed at not being able to
go further with her, and cursing myself for breaching what had basically been a
mutual agreement between us - I would touch and lick her, she would let me rub
against her. She wasn't having any part of penetration, which was the final
taboo.

As mentioned, that was one of the last times we 'met' at night. It all ended
when my sis was 17 and started bringing home 'real' boyfriends. By that stage I
myself was more concerned with real girls, and even more real fucking. But I
wasn't complaining, my sister was my first lover and will always remain so.
 


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