("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Silence Is A Virtue by Enlightened Aneurysm (address withheld) *** Sex had never been big on my list of things to do. In fact, until it actually happened, there wasn't even a spot dedicated to it and my mind was absent of the pressing need that occupied my friend's lives. (MF, 1st, inc, oral) *** I masturbated, don't get me wrong. But even that was a once a week thing, if that. Maybe I did it incorrectly because I never received the pleasure that showed itself on the faces of the other guys in the all too many jerk circles I took part in. I would feel a slight thrill and then I would shoot my come eventually. Sometimes I didn't even get to that stage and while everyone else was sitting back on the bean bags, I was there, massaging the limp organ that lived between my legs, hoping to God that I was either going to come, or fall into a gigantic hole, far away from the curious faces that surrounded me. My sister seemed to be the opposite of me. Barely two years separated us and she seemed a million miles away from the troubled eighteen year old that I was. I would wake up in the early hours on a Sunday morning and listen to her bed squeaking, aided either by her latest catch, that previous evening or one of the many sex objects I knew she kept. Once or twice I would wake up and she would be lying beside me in my bed. These were the few times when I would get an erection unintentionally and as she lay next to me, either out of a drunken mistake or after an emotional discussion or break through, she would often drape her arm across my chest and I would feel complete. But by the morning she had crawled out of the room and had returned to her own and more often than not, the events of the night before were unknown to her. The day that my sister took my virginity was the start of a series of Sundays where, as the sun slowly cut through the curtains and started to light up the room, Claire would still be snuggled up to my body, her eyes closed and her cheek resting on my chest. This particular Sunday, although she was snuggled against me, her eyes were not closed but had instead been concentrating on and been almost amused by the slight tent created by my stirring penis which had obviously failed to calm itself since the night before. I was asleep at the time, but I remember she told me, at that point she had such a desire to reach down under the cover and into my boxers and to take a hold of it; and this is what she had done. In previous days we had steadily become closer as a brother and sister, our encounters during the day becoming increasingly filled with fondness and admiration and compliments for each other. I assumed it was simply because the academic term was only two weeks away and we were heading to different universities. It wasn't like it was America, where thousands of miles separated us; this was the UK, but still it seemed as though this was the beginning of the end. I had woken up as my sister was wriggling her hands around my waist and pulling my boxers down. I felt her lift the waist band over my penis and draw my underwear further down my legs to my ankles. I stayed still, I hadn't felt her hand around my penis, but it felt as though it had been recently squeezed. I kept myself in the same position, one arm across my stomach and the other bent by my ear. It was only when I felt her fingers wrap around my erection that I reacted. Quickly I brought my hands down pushing hers away; she jumped in surprise and I jumped with her, pressing the cover down to my legs. I didn't say anything as I looked into her eyes; my face went a shade darker than hers as my embarrassment became clear, but she was the first to look away. She turned back to me and I clenched my teeth as hard as I could as her hand moved to my stomach. I could feel my arm, pressed against the bed - supporting me, quiver as she moved closer. Her fingers trailed across my stomach and towards my side, around to my back as she hugged me. I unclenched my teeth, my tongue stuck to the top of my mouth, as I felt her breath on my cheek and then my lips. We softly kissed and it felt so right. It wasn't my first; I had experienced innocent pecks on the lips from my mother before and experimenting kisses off girls when I had been younger, but neither had felt so good. The kiss continued as her hand moved up my back and to my shoulder, softly trailing down my arm until her fingers ran across mine. She picked up my hand and softly squeezed it; my fingers twitched in return as she moved them to her leg. My hand rested there as she pulled the cover up to our chins, my other arm gave way and I found my head resting on the pillow, gazing back into her eyes. She had been wearing thin pyjama trousers, allowing me to easily caress her skin without touching it. Her hand brushed against my bare hip and she shuffled closer again. Our lips met and I softly squeezed her thigh as her fingers ran through my pubic hair to my penis. I didn't resist her touch this time as I felt her hand wrap around the base and found myself running my fingers up her thighs. I softly cupped her mound pressing my middle finger into the material, feeling a warmth erupt and surround it. She pulled her mouth away from mine and softly bit her lip, closing her eyes and moving her forehead to my shoulder. My index finger pushed with my middle finger, gently rubbing against her body. I heard a whimper and softly kissed her cheek as her hand began to run up and down my length. I continued to rub her mound softly, feeling her occasionally flinch, every now and then letting out a soft moan. I remember wanting to tell her that I loved her, that this felt good and I wanted more. But I was silent apart from my breathing, increasing as her strokes became increased and faster. I moved my hand and slipped it down the front of her pyjamas, my fingertips brushing against the wisps of hair before my middle finger slipped over a small bump and found the wet mound of my sister. Her hand slowed down and gently squeezed my shaft as my fingers pushed into her slit. I heard a small moan and felt the vibrations as her teeth gently bit my shoulder and my thumb returned to the small bump. My fingers eased into her, aided by small thrusts against my hand which I met with slightly thrusting my erection into hers. I slowly pulled and pushed my fingers back inside of her, causing another moan and her own hand movements onto me to start again. A regular thrust from her soon met with my fingers, pushing them into the hilt every time. I hadn't lasted much longer and soon my orgasm came. Much more powerful then ever, I felt a jolt inside of me and I moaned loudly, thrusting into my sisters hand, letting my come spurt out. As I calmed, my mind cleared and I was able to concentrate on my sibling. I pulled her closer to my and she moved her head from my shoulder, pressing her lips against mine as she thrust back against my hand. I tried to match my movements with hers as she sped up, she broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against mine, looking into my eyes as I felt her clamp around my fingers. She froze for a moment, her arms wrapped as much as they could around me before loosening her grip and falling back on to the bed. Slowly she reached under the covers and took my hand out of her pyjamas, moving it to her back as she moved in to snuggle against my body. My neck was smothered with kisses and loving words were whispered into each others ears. She told me she loved me and it was all I needed to hear. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 62