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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ ANONYMOUS LAY (MF-teens, inc, nc) by NottyGoth (sister@pagans.net) My sister, a year younger than I, had always been a social butterfly. She always had a boyfriend, even if only for a week at a time. She never dated the jocks or preps but was always hanging out with the Goths and skaters and had a sense of fashion most chicks could only dream of. Every guy I knew wanted to get to know her. I on the other hand, was shy and clumsy and had almost no social life. We always got along with the same people and listened to the same music, but I just wasn't outgoing like she was. The first time I caught her with a guy, I was pissed. I threw him out and threatened to tell mom. The second time, I was too embarrassed to do anything. The third time, I just didn't care. I was 16 and she was 15 when she started drinking. She would come home regularly and go straight to her room, drunk. I only knew because I'd hear her telling her friends on the phone the next morning after mom had gone to work. I had never been drunk, but not because of some strong moral standard or creepy hang up. It was just that I hadn't sought out or been given the chance. One night, she came home with the guy she'd been seeing for almost a month and the two of them went straight to her room. Mom had gone away for the weekend for a convention and sis knew that I wouldn't say anything. I was watching TV and heard the banging and creaking from her bedroom upstairs for about half an hour. I started thinking about sex, though I had to block out ideas of my sister and whatever creepy guy was upstairs with her. My cock was in my hands and my pants were unzipped. I was stroking, but only occasionally and not very enthusiastically when I heard the guy leave. He started up his truck, and then walked back into the house. I quickly pulled my shirt over my crotch just before he came into the room where I was watching TV and put a bag on the bookshelf, telling me to make sure my sister got it, and walked out. Curious, I zipped up my pants and walked over to pick up the bag. There was a bottle of boon's strawberry hill in it, unopened. I wanted so badly to know what it was like to get drunk and figured that my sister wouldn't miss the bottle if I snuck it into her room after I drank it, so I did. It tasted like hell, but still I drank about a quarter of it. The sensation wasn't what I expected, but was definitely pleasant. So, pleasantly drunk, I decided to go to bed but was lucid enough to remember that I needed to put the remainder of the bottle in my sister's room. I went upstairs and quietly slid the door to her room open. I peeked in and saw her lying naked on top of her covers with her butt and crack facing toward me. I tried not to look as I slipped in and dropped the bottle at the foot of her bed. As I was leaving, watching to make sure she didn't see me, I noticed a glistening from between her butt cheeks. Though it disturbed me deeply, I couldn't look away. I felt my cock twitch and begin to become erect. I stared at her and was able to discern swollen labia, asshole, and pubic hair. Mixed in amongst it all this was a glistening fluid that seemed to slowly ooze from the center. The picture of a man thrusting his erect penis into my sister and shooting a load permeated my mind. In my clouded miscreant thought process, I failed to see her vacuum cleaner on the floor and tripped over it, falling onto the edge of her bed, quite forcefully knocking one of her legs to the floor, and then catching myself on the bedpost. She didn't even sigh. But now her legs were spread and I could see even more. There seemed to have opened up a black hole between her lips from which flowed the thick white substance that I could only guess to be semen. My cock was now rigid. I watched the globules of white fluid flow thickly from her pussy until it seemed to be empty. I wondered if I might just be able to touch the naked extremity that so blatantly exposed itself to me. I reached out my clumsy index finger and rubbed it against the largest and most exposed fold of labia. She didn't move. I rubbed it against the other. Not even a flinch. I slid my finger into the slippery fluid that seemed to be everywhere and then spread it around on the two larger folds surrounding the black hole that had opened up. The hole became slightly larger and, as the outer labia separated, so did the inner labia, exposing what I could only guess was a clitoris. The sight of her "love button" made my rigid cock grow even harder. Unfortunately, the sudden realization of what I was doing to my sister sliced through the intoxicated fog in my brain, and my cock was just as suddenly flaccid again. However, this reaction gave me a renewed confidence in the fact that I was just exploring out of curiosity so I continued probing her with my finger. The hole welcomed my finger with a warm hug, almost sucking it in. I wanted to feel the inner walls of her vagina so I pushed in a little further, then further, then found that her pussy was deeper than my finger was long. In one fluid motion I pulled it out to the final knuckle, then aligned another finger to push it in with my next attempt. The fog must have found it's way back in because my judgment lapsed and my right hand felt the need to be on my cock. I started working on the zipper and snap of my jeans. By the time it was freed from my clothes, it was fully rigid again and my two-fingered attempt at probing my baby sister was well under way. My pants fell down around my ankles as I attempted to rest my ass against the bedpost. I was stroking my cock in rhythm with the in and out motion of my fingers while my sister lie motionless, asleep. Soon, I was fully masturbating and frigging my sister in unison. As I was nearing orgasm, the deep and utter sense of guilt returned and overwhelmed me. I was molesting my sister. All of the horrible things I had heard about incest suddenly came to the forefront of my thoughts about what I was doing. I was sexually molesting my sister. I had sexually molested my sister and there was no going back. I would never be redeemed. I stopped. I withdrew my fingers. I stood back. What was I doing? Just then she moved. She pushed herself up on her arms and slid her other leg around off of the bed. She turned and looked at me. "Paul?" she queried. "What are you doing?" (My name's not Paul.) "Are you leaving? Please stay...I need you. Just one more, baby." She climbed onto the bed and sat up staring at me. Her eyes seemed disturbed by the light shining from behind me. I didn't move. She stood up and walked to her door, reaching out and flipping off the hallway light. "My pervert brother is still awake," she said when she heard the TV downstairs. She stepped toward me, pushing me down onto the bed in the total darkness, closing the door behind us. My fate was sealed. She'd discover it wasn't Paul in her bedroom, realize it was I molesting her, go crazy and I'd be marked as a sex offender for life. I was frozen. She climbed onto the bed and touched me, feeling my shirt then rubbing her hand down to my crotch, finding my flaccid penis. "Damn, boy, you were in a hurry weren't you? I don't even remember fucking! Well, let's get these off you." She pulled my legs onto the bed and removed my shoes and pants, then moved up to my shirt, pulling it over my head and shoulders. I was now naked in my little sister's bed while she rubbed her soaking pussy on my thigh and sucked on my nipples. Her hand was on my cock shortly thereafter and she moaned with a slurred and drunken, yet seductive giggle, "Oh, do you think we can get it up again?" With that, she moved downward and I felt her mouth scoop it up and begin sucking. I could feel her pussy grinding on my leg with only her fingers between us. I wanted so badly to excuse myself but couldn't say a word for fear of her finding me out. Her mouth started to feel good. My cock began to grow again. I couldn't find any other way out so I began to go with it. Soon I was fully erect and she was deep throating it. Thrust after thrust my orgasm built inside my little sister's well- trained mouth. I could feel myself about to burst when suddenly she stopped. "Ooooh, I know you were liking that but I need you in me..." she slurred as she slid her body back up to my side and climbed on top of me. She planted her mouth on mine and probed with her tongue as she reached down with her hand and guided my cock into her hot wet pussy. "Oh Paul..." she moaned as she slid down onto my shaft. Her hands went around to my butt cheeks, which gave her leverage for grinding her clit on the base of my cock. She moved her hips in a circular motion and I could feel her cervix flipping side to side over the head of my cock. I knew this would soon be bringing me to orgasm, but she beat me to it. She was thrusting and moaning in time with the pulsations of her pelvic muscles. "I'm coming...come with me baby," she whispered into my ear. This sent me over the edge and I felt my cock exploding inside of her as she continued to grind. "Let it out, baby. Push it home..." she whispered to me. I grunted and wheezed as I coated her insides with my seed. She kissed my neck as she ground her pelvis slowly in time with my subtle thrusts, working out the final drops of semen from my cock. "I love you," she whispered in a drunken slur. The orgasmic sensations ebbed and I could feel my cock slowly getting soft inside of her. A guilt covered me as I lay there listening to her breathe into my ear. She whispered a few sentences about what she and Paul had done today, a few more about when our mother was going to be back. I pretended to be asleep and she slowly stopped speaking. A few minutes went by and she was snoring. I knew I could push her off of me and sneak out safely now. I gently put my arms around her and rolled us onto our sides. The movement brought some rigidity back to my cock. I kept it inside of her and dirty thoughts and incestuous lust filled me again. Lying on my side, next to her, I gently pushed it all the way into her. Relaxing again, I let it slide out far enough that when I pushed it back in, I could feel her lips parting to accept it. All the way in until I felt her cervix give way to my knob, then all the way back out again. My pumping became rhythmic, but this time she was out cold. Trying to not wake her again, I moved only my hips and soon found myself approaching another orgasm. As the feeling flooded my pelvis and my balls swelled, I let out a loud groan as I emptied another load of incestuous semen into her. The guilt returned, but not so much this time. I even felt a thrill at having gotten away with it. I pulled my cock out of her and retreated to my bedroom. . . . The next weekend, Paul dumped her and she spent most of the next few weeks crying in her room or moping around the house. She stopped drinking, making my constant fantasies of taking her in her sleep again impossible to realize so I was once again stuck with masturbation. One night weeks later, a friend of mine invited me to a party and my sister asked if she could come along. It was the first time that weekend that she had shown any interest in getting out of the house so I agreed. Besides, I thought, maybe I could get her drunk enough to take advantage of her later. The party was BIG. More people than I knew there were in our tiny little town. I didn't see much of her once we got there, but I knew she was drinking. I had been flirting back and forth with a couple of girls who were there together from out of town. My friend had been doing the same with another girl who we went to school with. The five of us sat down and decided on a game of spin the bottle. After half an hour of steadily dirtier questions and silly dares, I was dared to go blindfolded into the closet and to have sex with the next girl to come in. Wow, I thought. I'm not going to need my sister tonight after all. The only rule was that I couldn't say a word to her and had to keep the blindfold on until she was out so that it would be a totally anonymous experience. Fine with me, as long as I get to come. So I went into the closet and after what seemed like an eternity (probably 5 minutes), the door opened and someone stepped in. I put out my hand and felt a smooth, sexy leg and followed it up to a pantiless crotch. My dick was hard almost imediately. She kissed me and began to undo my pants. They were quickly off and she sat on my lap, quickly slipping my cock into her hot wet pussy. We kissed as our bodies accustomed themselves to each other and found a rhythm to fuck to. The fucking was intense and better than it had been with my sister. She was bouncing on my lap and breathing heavily into my ear. She slowed and began to grind her hips into mine and slowly began to tense every muscle in her body. She whispered, "I'm coming" and I was so turned on that I felt mine coming too. I grunted out "I'm coming too," as I felt my cock explode inside her. She suddenly stopped and pushed back with her hands flat on my chest. "Jason?!?" I heard her yell. It was my sister! "Amy?!?" I yelped as I felt the last of my semen spurting into her. We both fumbled to separate, but the confines of the closet made it a clumsy attempt that only succeeded in putting us both up on our knees and burying my cock deeper inside of her. "My god! Get off me!" she grunted as she pushed me back. This undermined my attempts to pull out and elevated my pelvis so that she was knocked off balance and pushed over on top of me with her knees behind her and feet up in the air. "Amy, stop. We have to cooperate" I whispered. "Who sent you in here?" "A girl I was talking to about Paul said there was a cute guy in here waiting to get an anonymous lay and I've been so lonely lately that I decided to go for it. I can't believe you came inside of me!" She pounded on my chest a little and buried her face in my neck as she started to cry. "Why does everything have to be so god damned complicated for me?? For two minutes I had forgotten all of my problems only to find out they're worse than ever!" She was fully sobbing now and her body jerked with each one. As hard as I tried to abate it, the motion was arousing me again and my cock began to stiffen insider her. "Listen, sweetheart," I whimpered into her ear. "If it was good for just those two minutes, then it was good period. Just forget that it was me and replace those feelings with what you were feeling while we were...um, you know, into it. I have to live with the fact that I just lost my virginity to my own sister," I lied. "But all I could think about while it was happening was how hot and fucking beautiful this girl on top of me was." "Oh god, Jason, that was your first time? I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid! Not only have I ruined my own life, but now I'm starting on yours!" She sobbed even harder now, almost bouncing on my fully erect cock, still deep inside of her. "Please, Amy, if I can let it go I fully expect you to as well. You know? My first time can't be ruined unless I let it be. I mean, you are beautiful, you have a totally hot body, you fucked me without a condom, and you let me come inside of you. On top of that, you're experienced and I made you come. What more could a guy ask for his first time?" Her sobbing stopped abruptly and I noticed for the first time that I had been keeping her rhythm with my hips. I stopped before she noticed, I think. "Oh, Jason, you're so sweet. Thank you. You're the first person to say anything nice to me in months. Paul was such an asshole." She paused for a few seconds. "Was it really that good? You don't think I'm gross?" "Gross!? You are so HOT. I wish I were capable of getting a girl just half as hot as you. You know I haven't been holding onto my virginity out of choice." "You are so sweet!" she squealed as she planted a kiss on my lips and hugged me, pulling me closer to her. I couldn't resist any longer and hugged back while thrusting my hips slightly upward. She buried her face in my neck again as she further cooed over what I had said to her. I relaxed my hug a little, then thrust upward again. "Jason! What are you doing? You want more?!?" "Well," I weaseled. "I guess not. I've had a few drinks...and, it was really nice. She sat up on me and I pushed on her arms to help her stand up. My cock slipped out of her pussy with a slurp. "Help me find my panties" she requested. "You weren't wearing any when you came in" I replied. "They were in my hand. I dropped them when I...you pulled down your pants." I clumsily started standing up next to her and felt my still hard cock sliding up her legs. "You're still hard!" she grunted. She put her arms around me and said "I'm sorry Jason. We just can't. It's wrong. What if I got pregnant?" I heard in her voice that she wasn't beyond a little coaxing. "I could pull out before it squirts," I mused. "Help my find my panties. It's so dark and small in here." She turned around and knelt down in front of me, feeling around on the ground. She stood up saying "god damn it. I can't find them. Is there a light?" I knelt down in front of her and began feeling around. I felt a lacey, slightly damp piece of cloth in one of the corners, but held onto it for the moment. My face was at the level of her crotch, which smelled strongly of sex. I put my arms around her thighs and pushed my face into the intersection of her legs. "Stop it! People know we're in here! I don't know what I'm going to say as it is." I jutted my tongue out and felt her pussy lips part around it. Unexpectedly, she didn't react at all. I did it again, this time leaving my tongue there a little longer and moving it around. Her stance softened a little and her legs parted slightly. "Ok," she whined. "But just stand up and fuck me. It takes me too long to come that way." I stood up slowly and slid my cock between her thighs. It took a few stabs before I found the right spot, but then it slid right in. "Aaaahhh..." she moaned. I moved my hips just like before and pushed her up against the wall. I had more leverage this time than I had the time before and I was able to feel the wonderful friction of her cervix rubbing against the tip of my cock. This quickly brought me to the brink of orgasm and she whispered "wait, I haven't come yet. And when you do, don't come in me this time." but it was too late. I silently unloaded another wad of semen into her while keeping up the motion. I had to slow down, but just pushed deep into her and ground the base of my cock into her clit. After a few minutes of this she began to shake and whispered "right there. oh yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming" into my ear. I was hard as ever and ready for another one. I started pumping in earnest and again she reminded my softly to pull out when I come. I felt her hands on my hips, guiding every stroke and listened to her heavy breathing in my ear. One of her hands found the hair on the back of my head and she pulled my head back. When I came forward with my next pump, our lips met and tongues entangled. This sent me over the edge and I shuddered and moaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She pushed me back hard and I felt my cock slip out of her. She took it in her hand and stroked lightly as I shot a couple of wads of semen toward her, not knowing where they would land. She continued stroking, lighter and lighter as my passion subsided. Finally, I bent over and pulled up my pants. She put on her panties and straightened her clothes and hair. "If anybody's waiting for us to come out, we'll just tell them that we figured it out immediately and were talking," she said. "Ok." I said as I fumbled for the doorknob, grabbed it and turned. We stepped out to a roomful of people, but only a few were watching us. "Funny trick you guys," I said. "You didn't think we'd figure it out?" "Did you guys do it?" I heard someone ask Amy. "Of course not!" she said. We talked about Paul and he was really sweet." The End. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 12