Britslut’s
Slutty Stories
Family Holiday
Day 1
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This is my first attempt at writing from the point of view of a male - in this case a 15-year-old boy.
It’s rather long so I have divided it into sections .
The scene was a holiday villa on Majorca . Me, my twin sister, my mum (divorced two years ago) and her new man. It was supposed to be a ‘family’ holiday for us to relax and get to know Jim, the new lover (although she never admitted to having sex with him and we weren’t supposed to know).
Pauline (my sister) and I were fifteen. We had fought like cat and dog ever since we were old enough to notice the other’s existence, and only in the last year had gradually come to tolerate each other and even to get on reasonably well. I had actually grown quite fond of her. I think it was the trauma of our parents’ divorce that had brought us together. Pauline is slim and pale - she cares nothing for sunbathing - and recently has begun to look fairly pretty from certain angles, although she has a few spots too. I’m tall and solid and dark, and like to keep fit. Both of us had had boy/girlfriends but were still virgins. (I know I was and my friends would have told me if they had any info on Pauline.)
Mum is tall - the same height as me - with a good figure. She looks younger than she is (45) apart from the stress lines around her eyes which had come on during her divorce. I had never even considered the possibility of her having sex until one day, shortly after my dad had left to live with his ‘fancy woman’, I found her in tears. She told me that she missed him terribly and was finding it very hard with her ‘needs’. Did I think she was still attractive? I didn’t know what to say so I hugged her, but it got me thinking. Stepping back, I realised that she was a very attractive woman and found myself fantasising about her having sex with a man, which disturbed me at first.
Soon the man appeared. I don’t know how she met Jim but within a few weeks he was coming to dinner, spending days with us and even staying the night. The fiction was that he slept on the sofa downstairs but we knew different. Mum looked happy and contented and started wearing tight and revealing clothes. After Jim had ‘slept on the sofa’ she was sleepy-eyed and languorous, almost purring. They touched each other constantly. Pauline thought it was yucky but I was pleased for Mum. Jim was handsome, fit and a really nice guy and I fantasised even more about what they got up to together.
Holiday brochures had been inspected and they sat down with us and said that they had booked a villa in Majorca for two weeks. Trouble was, there were only two bedrooms, so would Pauline and I mind sharing - twin beds, of course. We looked at each other and shrugged. I had no problem with it and neither did she. The obvious conclusion, that Mum and Jim would be sharing the double bed, was in both our minds.
The villa turned out to be OK, a single storey white affair in its own garden, close to the beach. Both bedrooms had double doors onto a veranda. There was a lounge/diner, a tiny kitchen and a small bathroom, but it was clean and well-appointed. We dispersed into our rooms to unpack, and almost immediately heard thumping noises through the thin interior wall. Then there were giggles and some moaning.
‘They’re screwing,’ Pauline said, making a face.
‘He’s been wanting it all the time we were on the plane,’ I said. ‘I saw him stroking her bum.’
‘What do you think about it?’ she asked, unusually serious.
I shrugged. ‘Well, good luck to her. It’s probably what she needs.’
‘Yeah, but … it’s a bit weird, isn’t it? At their age.’
‘I thought so at first, but I’m OK with it.’
Pauline flopped down on her bed. ‘It’s time I got screwed. All my friends have done it, or so they say. Maybe I’ll find a boy here.’
I felt myself flushing. Somehow the thought of my sister having sex with some spotty bloke was much more gross than my mum and Jim. I felt a surge of protectiveness towards her.
‘Don’t … do it unless you want to,’ I mumbled. ‘You don’t have to …’
‘God, you sound like a teacher,’ she said, turning over on her back and spreading her denim-clad legs blatantly. ‘It’d be good. I’m ready. Just listen to them next door: “oh, oh, oh!”’
And indeed the noises were getting louder. Pauline was giggling silently. I blushed hotter as we listened to mum’s cries of climax and Jim’s deeper grunts. They obviously did not know how thin the walls were. I wondered how to let her know discreetly, for I couldn’t face the thought of spending two weeks listening to sex.
It was hot during the day and we quickly shed as many clothes as we could - even Pauline, although at mum’s insistence she plastered herself with suntan cream. I lived in a pair of shorts (I never burn), Mum sported a short red sundress or a selection of very small bikinis, and Jim also stuck to shorts only. I noticed them tenting somewhat, especially just before he and mum disappeared into the villa for a ‘lie down’. It was Pauline who pointed out gleefully to me that mum’s nipples were always hard. She slouched around in a T shirt and cut-off denim shorts, ogling passing boys but too shy to say anything to them.
I was in a state of confusion. Several times I had caught myself looking at my mum’s body (almost all of which was on show) and wondering what she would look like naked, what it felt like for Jim when he stuck his cock into her, whether her cunt was permanently lubricated with her juices or his spunk. I developed erections whenever I let my thoughts wander.
This was a problem, as normally I wanked in bed each night to release the pressure. I had forgotten that I would not be alone, and should have done it in the toilet beforehand. However it was too late … Mum and Jim were cuddling on the settee and Pauline and I went off to bed, tired after the flight. I was already in bed with my usual boner when Pauline appeared from the bathroom in her T-shirt nightie. She flopped into her bed, pulled the blankets up and almost immediately threw them off again. It was hot in the room. I had just a sheet over me. My cock distended it but fortunately it was pretty dark.
‘Do you think we should open the door?’ she said. ‘I’m stifling.’
‘Could do. Might get insects in, though.’
‘Let’s try it.’
We argued for a bit over who was going to get out of bed and open it. I lost. I walked sideways, trying to keep my tented shorts out of her view. The fresh air swirled in and made the room bearable.
I lay listening to her breathing - I was not used to sleeping in the same room as another person. After a while Pauline said in a small voice, ‘Phil … do you masturbate?’
I was nonplussed. We had never discussed this sort of thing together. I said nothing.
‘I do,’ she said. ‘Most nights. It helps me get to sleep.’
‘Oh,’ I said.
‘So do you? I bet you do.’
‘Um, yes, I do.’
‘How often?’ my sister asked in that tone of voice that said she was determined to find something out.
‘Um, most days.’
‘Not every day?’
‘Well, nearly every day.’
‘Just once a day?’
‘Sometimes. Sometimes twice … or three times.’
‘Fascinating,’ she murmured. There was a long pause.
‘Are you going to do it tonight?’
‘No,’ I said without thinking. ‘Are you?’
‘I might,’ she said. ‘But only when you’re asleep.’
The way my cock was pulsating with pressurised sperm, it would be a long time before I fell asleep. I thought about the idea of my sister masturbating. It revolted me faintly but also aroused me. I found it hard to imagine.
After a while the noises began from next door: squeaks and creaks from the bed, soft sighs and whimpers in my mum’s voice, Jim’s growls and grunts. Rhythms established themselves and then expired again.
‘They’re at it again,’ Pauline whispered. ‘He’s giving her a good shagging!’
The sounds increased and we could make out words ‘oh yes, yes, give it to me, harder’ and ‘oh god, fuck, fuck, you cunt.’ I stroked my cock gingerly, careful not to make any noise. I could see Pauline’s bed in the faint light. She was lying on her back - was her hand moving slowly between her legs?
I heard her throw back the sheet and get up. My hand froze on my cock. She padded to the French windows, a pale shape, and slipped out. I wondered what she was doing - surely not having a pee on the grass? After a few minutes she slid back in and stood by my bed.
‘Phil, come outside! You’ve got to see!’ She pulled my arm.
‘What is it?’
‘Come and look!’ She was so excited that I got up, trying to casually cover my bulging shorts with a hand, but she had turned away and was dragging me after her. The concrete veranda was cool on my bare feet. She pulled me over to the French windows of the other bedroom. The curtains were only half drawn and the bedside light was on, casting a deep yellow glow everywhere. My mouth fell open as I made out mum and Jim on the bed. Both were stark naked. She was spread-eagled under him, her legs locked around his waist, her hands gripping the wrought iron bedhead. His muscular body plunged rhythmically, his buttocks clenched as he pumped himself into her. Her head was twisted to one side, her breasts crushed under him. Both their bodies glistened with perspiration.
‘Fucking Jesus!’ Pauline whispered. She could be very crude at times. Her hand squeezed my arm painfully.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the two adults coupling like animals on the rumpled white sheet. I had seen hardcore porn before (although only featuring teen girls, and very posed) but this was nothing like it. The raw sex hit you in the face.
The rhythm of their fucking increased and my mum’s cries grew shriller. Finally she arched her back, lifting Jim with her, and emitted a series of what sounded like agonised screams. Her strong legs clenched around his waist. Before she had finished, his thrusting reached a peak and his buttocks clenched tight and his back arched as he drove himself another inch into her and (one must assume) spurted his cum deep inside her.
They collapsed, drops of sweat running down their flanks, their bodies quivering softly. By unspoken consent Pauline and I crept back to our own room and got into our beds.
Eve my sister was lost for words (an unusual event). We lay there silently, trying to digest what we had just watched. I turned my head. In the dim light I could see under the sheet her hand moving strongly between her spread legs. Her face was turned towards me. I grasped my cock firmly, all embarrassment evaporating, and began to rub. I think we achieved orgasm together. My sister’s head tossed from side to side. I arched my hips and let the pent-up cum spurt warmly over my stomach. I drifted into an exhausted sleep.
last modified 6 July 2007