("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Sister by Realoldbill (address withheld) *** I do my best to solve my sister's ugly problem. (mf- teens, inc, rom) *** Since I was home from school on the semester break, I took my sister to a nice restaurant on the night before her 16th birthday. "How's your love life?" I asked her with a smile as we studied the big menus. She shook her lovely head. "I have none. Boys are disgusting." "Your pardon, miss? All of them?" "Present company excepted. You're hardly a 'boy'." "What caused this?" She sniffed and raised her menu. "Can't tell you. Sad story." "Really. No hook-ups, no petting and groping, no kissing or tongue sucking?" "Never. I hate it. I've been trying to learn to love girls but it's difficult. I don't like kissing them either." I tried to digest that and after that we had our meal in silence, more or less. But once we were alone in the car, I raised the subject again. "June," I said when we were buckled in, "you are very pretty, you must know that." "I suppose. Can't be helped." "So why no male admirers?" She shook her head. "I hate them. Won't even talk to boys, won't let them touch me. I spit and squeal if they do. Everyone knows now. They leave me alone." "But why?" "Long story." She sniffed. "Guess I should tell somebody. Mother has asked. Father is oblivious of course." "Don't be so sure. Tell me." She took a deep breath. "When I was twelve, four years ago, I went to this party, this birthday party. They had a backyard pool so it was swimsuits for everybody." "The Sullivans?" She nodded. "And we bought me a new suit since I was growing and, well, developing." "Boobs?" "Yes, silly, boobs." She giggled. "You may have noticed. I was probably a 26-A at the times, something like that, little nubbins, very cute, teacup size I guess, maybe B-cup. Anyhow, I wanted a Baywatch suit, a red one, one-piece, tank, you know. I'm sure you remember. And Mom bought it and a nice cover-up too." "Of course. But I never saw you wearing one." She was quiet for a while. "I only wore it once. Anyhow, I went to this party and we played games and swam and ate and stuff and somewhere in there somebody put something in my drink, one of those date-rape drugs I guess. Ecstasy maybe." "Damn," I said. "You were twelve?" "It was getting dark and people were leaving. I had walked over, just a few blocks, so I hung around talking to people and stuff. Then this boy I didn't know came up and put his arm around my shoulders." She blinked at me. "I didn't even know him, and I think he was older." She sniffed. "He kissed me and I let him." I kept my eyes on the road but I knew she was crying. "And he and another guy, a bigger boy, older too, maybe fifteen or something, they led me back to this shelter and took away my shirt and started pushing me back and forth between them, pawing at me and pinching and stuff, pulling the straps off my shoulders. After that, I kind of lost track, but then I remember seeing my new bathing suit hanging from the diving board and this boy had his hands under my knees and was spreading my legs and smiling at me, pushing my legs back and open." "Damn," I said again. "I was on my back, on a mat. Melissa told me later that five guys humped me and that they took pictures, lots of pictures, but I don't really know, I just kind of recall bits and pieces, feelings and stuff. It hurt, really hurt, what they did. I was bruised for a week or so, my thighs and my belly." "Five guys?" She shook her head. "I honestly don't know, but I did see some pictures. They were doing nasty stuff, putting me in funny positions. I do remember one guy kneeling by my face and squirting in my hair. I think I remember the taste." I drove and kept my mouth closed. "So I guess it might have been worse, but her father caught them and chased them off and then took me into the house and put me in a shower, and I kind of woke up and it wore off I guess, the drug I mean. Anyhow I washed and this stuff was oozing out of me. I was sore too." "They moved away didn't they, the Sullivans?" We were in the driveway by then. She nodded. "Then he, I was still naked and kind of confused, he took me into the back bedroom and, and, well, he took off his clothes." She shook her head. "His thing was really big and dark. And he turned me over and did me from behind, grunting and pumping. It hurt, really hurt. I think he might have used my anus too. I couldn't think straight." I just shook my head. "When he pulled out, I rolled over and there was the girl, the birthday girl, and her big brother. He had his stiff penis in his hand, and he came over and stuck it in my mouth." 'Shit," I said, "no wonder you've got a problem with boys." She nodded and brushed away a tear. "Nobody's home. How about we try to cure it, cure your problem. Boys aren't all like that." She blinked. "I don't understand." "Let me make love to you, teach you how much fun it can be." She kind of laughed. "I don't think so." "Let me try. You know I love you, always have. I won't hurt you, honest." She licked her lips, looked up and said, "OK. I'll try. I honestly don't like my reputation, it's weird." So we went up to her bedroom, sat on her bed and I hugged her and gently kissed her and pretty soon we were lying back on the bed, our legs hanging and we were trading spit and I was unbuttoning her blouse. She sat up quickly and held her shirt together. "No," she said loudly, "don't; I don't want to." I slipped my hands up from behind her, grasped her luscious breasts and pulled her back to me and turned her about. We kissed some more and our groins rubbed together. I'm sure she could tell I was hard. We lay facing each other, nose to nose. "Well, how do you feel?" I asked. She licked her lips. "Excited, wanting more." And she kissed me. I peeled off her shirt and unsnapped her bra. She whimpered as I sucked her nipples and pulled down her skirt and underclothes. I kissed her deeply, tonguing her and she arched up against me, naked, hot and wet. I got my pants off, laid her back and spread her legs. I was maybe a half-foot deep when she looked up into my eyes, gasped and sobbed, "You're doing it." I smiled and flexed my love muscle. She groaned and I pressed deeper. It took a while, maybe a half an hour, but she came twice I'm sure after I pulverized her clit with my belly hair. When I felt my balls churning and the lava flowing, I pulled it out and did it in a tissue, three times I think, and then put her in a different position and eased it back into her. Finally we lay together, both of us sweat covered, spoon fashion with my rod buried in her. She put her fingers down and petted the shaft, turned her head and kissed me. "More," she said quietly. 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 73