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Subject: {ASSM} HomeComing pt.1- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, inc, mast)
Date: Thu,  6 Sep 2001 21:10:01 -0400
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"HomeComing" pt.1- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, incest, mast)

Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters 
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex. 
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This is the story of one of the most satisfying sexual relationships I've 
ever had; no one since has made me come harder, or longer, than my sister.
1.

It began in the early summer of my sixteenth year. My parents had separated 
three years previously, and my sister had moved away with my mom to the west 
coast, while I stayed with my dad. I guess there was a lot of bad feeling 
between my folks, because for that three years, I didn't see either my mom 
or Cathy at all; I got to speak with them on the phone over holidays and 
such, but that was it.

Eventually, there was a thawing in the iciness that had prevailed between my 
parents, and a "prisoner exchange" of sorts was arranged; my sister would 
come to stay with us for a month over the summer, and then I would go and 
visit them likewise for a month. I was eager to have this happen; I missed 
both my mom and Cathy terribly, although in actuality they had been out of 
my life for so long that they had both become just a sort of sentimental 
memory to me.

Then, toward the end of June, the big day finally came, and my sister Cathy 
arrived at our house. My dad picked her up at the airport, and, after 
getting her settled in the house, said to us," I guess you two kids have a 
lot of catching up to do- why don't you go visit, and we'll all meet for 
dinner at 6".

I felt a little awkward around her; she had been only eleven when last I had 
seen her, a little girl in pig tails, and she had grown a lot since then- 
not only in size, but she had started to develop into a woman precociously. 
She had a pretty face, framed by long, wavy brown hair, and a cute figure, 
with a developing bust and nice waist. She had also grown into a 
self-possessed, intelligent person, not just the childish little girl I used 
to tease and ignore; she felt to me like a stranger, and I didn't know how 
to behave toward her.

We went into the back yard and sat on the bench under our willow tree. Our 
house was an old house in the upper New York state countryside, and the back 
yard overlooked a small pond. As we talked, I felt that she was as unsure of 
things as I felt, being back here after so long among people she really 
didn't know well anymore; and so we shared our memories and told each other 
of our current lives shyly, with a certain delicacy. But over the few hours 
before dinner, we quickly found our footing with each other, warming up and 
relaxing in each other's company as we opened our lives to each other. I 
felt that she had really turned out to be a great person, and I found myself 
feeling very close and open with her, as if she was my twin, and not just my 
little sister. We found agreement about all sorts of things, sharing many of 
the same attitudes towards the facets of our worlds. By the time dinner 
rolled around, we were fast friends.

We had a family dinner with my dad; he was obviously glad to have her there, 
but he seemed a little distant and stiff, warming up only a little as we 
spent the evening visiting and watching tv. After a few hours, agreeing that 
we were all tired, we turned in for the night. It felt funny to have another 
presence in the house, and a feminine one at that; she was staying in her 
old room, at the end of the hall on the other side of our bathroom. I of 
course was used to having the bathroom, and in fact the whole end of the 
second floor, to myself; and to have to wait while she used the bathroom to 
get ready for bed felt weird; and then, when I finally did get into the 
bathroom myself, having her feminine accessories around added to the 
unfamiliarity.

Our adventure really began that night, although it took days to blossom. I 
got up in the middle of the night to pee, and went into the bathroom, 
leaving the door open sleepily as I always did; there hadn't  been reason to 
do otherwise for years. I always slept  in pajamas, as I was that night; and 
as often happened when I got up at night,  I had an erection. I was standing 
in front of the toilet, having pulled the front of my pajama bottoms down to 
clear my stiff dick, and was pushing it downwards toward the toilet, about 
to begin peeing, when I heard a sound, and sleepily looked up to see Cathy 
standing there! She had apparently come in to do the same thing as me, and 
hadn't expected to find me there any more than I had thought of her. We both 
froze, for a timeless moment that seemed to go on forever, as she realized 
what she was looking at, and I realized what she was seeing. Then she turned 
away shyly, murmuring an apology, and left; I closed the door, peed, and 
went back to bed.

The next morning at breakfast, we were both a little reserved, uncertain how 
to deal with our encounter of the night before. I didn't know what her 
reaction was, but I felt uneasy, and was content to let the incident lapse, 
not acknowledging it to her. It was the first time a girl had seen me with 
my pants down, let alone with a hardon, and, although the idea gave me 
twinges of excitement, it was new territory, harder to deal with than the 
status quo. I was sexually active already, being an avid masturbator, but 
the extent of my sexual experience with others was having a friend who I 
jacked off with from time to time. I of course had a rich fantasy life, but 
had yet to translate it into actual experience; so the whole issue was 
complicated for me. The fact that Cathy felt more like a cute stranger to me 
than a little sister only added to my confusion. So, I was content to avoid 
confronting the whole issue by denial and proceed as if nothing had 
happened, avoiding taking any responsibility for my actions, letting events 
shape themselves.

Whatever uneasiness there may have been between us that morning quickly 
dissipated, and we spent a fun day hanging out and getting reacquainted. But 
I felt a very slight undercurrent of something between us, as though we had 
a tacit understanding that something had happened, but we weren't going to 
deal with it just yet.

Then late that afternoon, the two of us were sitting again relaxing under 
the willow tree before dinner, when in a quiet moment, Cathy, looking down 
at her hands, quietly said," I had a hard time getting back to sleep last 
night after I saw you in the bathroom". I sat startled, alert, waiting to 
see where this was going. "I've seen diagrams and that sort of thing in 
health class", she continued quietly, still looking down," but that was the 
first time I've ever actually seen a boy's thing, at least since we were 
small kids." We sat in silence a few more moments, then, suddenly looking up 
at me, she said thoughtfully,"It looked so big! Was it hard?"

I was taken aback; then, embarrassed, I stammered how boys sometimes got 
hard while they were sleeping, and I started to fumble an apology for 
leaving the bathroom door open. "That's ok", she interrupted,"I'm glad I got 
to see it." Then, after a moment's silence, looking away again, she asked me 
very quietly,"Would you let me see it again sometime?"

I felt as if a bomb went off inside me. A rush of different emotions ran 
through me, and I felt my face reddening; then, surprised by a sudden 
boldness surging up from a hidden part of myself, I felt myself saying,"ok, 
if you'd like". Then suddenly the words "you could come to my room tonight 
after we turn in, if you want" blurted from my mouth.

As if to dissipate the embarrassment that was hanging in the air from our 
sudden intimacy, Cathy changed the subject, and we resumed the conversation 
that we had been having before she had dropped her bombshell. Throughout 
dinner and the rest of that evening a correctness and politeness prevailed 
between us, but I could feel that the memory of our talk was in the 
forefront of both our thoughts. As we prepared for bed, I wondered if she 
would actually follow through on my invitation.

I was very excited at the prospect of "showing off" for Cathy. I had a 
strong sex drive, masturbating frequently, both alone and with a couple of 
friends; but had never had any direct sexual contact with a girl, and was 
eager to. For me the fact that she was my sister was an advantage; we had a 
built-in intimacy, and no prospect for needing to maintain "a relationship"; 
and at the same time, the fact that she was a relative stranger to me made 
her exciting as a potential sex partner.

I went to bed, lying quietly, waiting either to go to sleep or for the 
anticipated visit. Eventually I was drifting off into my thoughts, when I 
heard my door open quietly, and then close. I reached over and turned on my 
bedside lamp, revealing Cathy standing there in her nightie. I sat up 
awkwardly, swinging out my feet to sit on the side of the bed, as she came 
over, and sat down next to me; she looked at me, then down towards my lap, 
and playfully said,"Well, let me see it!"

There was a sizable bulge pushing out the front of my pajamas already; and 
as the reality of the situation penetrated my awareness, I felt a further 
surge in my dick, as I rose myself up off the bed slightly, and pushed down 
the waistband of my bottoms.

My erection, now fully hard, sprang free, as Cathy watched; and I settled 
back down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on my elbows to show it off 
fully. Staring at it wide-eyed, she said,"Wow! It's HUGE!". I felt on fire; 
sitting back, both of us staring intently at my stiff cock, which was rock 
hard, its skin stretched shiny-tight, I basked in the thrill and arousal of 
showing this cute girl my most private parts. She studied it with great 
attention and curiosity; as she looked at it, she said, "I can't believe 
this could fit inside a girl!"; then, "are all boys this big?". I explained 
that apparently it could fit somehow; and that everyone is different, and as 
far as I could tell from the school gym, and the few friends who I had seen 
hard, that I was pretty big.  Then she asked me if I had ever had an orgasm.

I smiled, and told her that I did as often as possible, usually once a day, 
sometimes twice. Wide eyed, she moved her head closer to it to study its 
tip, asking," how much stuff comes out when you do?". I said it depends on 
how hot I feel, and how long I masturbate it; but maybe about a couple of 
tablespoons. She asked, "Will you show me?"

I felt a flush of dizzying excitement, and the blood rushing in my ears, as 
I acquiesced in this new level of intimacy by reaching for my hardon in 
front of her. I grasped it with my left hand just above my balls, and with 
my right hand about an inch below the rim, and began to move both hands up 
and down slowly, pulling the skin up over the rim of its head on each 
upstroke. She sat next to me, and watched curiously. "Have you ever been 
with a girl? Have you done this with anyone before?" I told her she was the 
first girl to see my hardon, but that I sometimes jacked off with a friend 
of mine.  She watched my balls ride up and down with each stroke, commenting 
on their beefiness.

Suddenly, a drop of fluid squoze out of the hole and sat perched glistening 
on the tip; Cathy asked excitedly, "Are you having an orgasm?" I told her 
no, that as I got hotter slippery fluid came out to lubricate it, and not to 
worry, when I was having an orgasm she would know about it; and I told her 
we called it "coming", and we called masturbating "jacking off". As she 
watched excitedly, she told me how she had a girl friend back home who had 
showed her how to masturbate, and would come over to her house for 
sleepovers, and they would masturbate each other. She said they called it 
"finger fucking", and that her pussy also got very wet before she would 
come.

We watched the drop of pre-come sitting on the tip of my dick swelling with 
each downstroke of my hands, then shrinking slightly with the upstroke as 
some of it was sucked back down into the hole; I was going very slowly to 
try to make it last. I felt incredibly hot; I was panting, more excited than 
I had ever been; having my sister watching me work on my erection, 
masturbating it slowly and very thoroughly, was the sexiest thing I had ever 
done.

It felt incredibly hot to have this curious, cute girl eagerly watching me 
work on my big dick- it felt wonderfully nasty, and the forbiddenness of the 
act, considering that she was my sister, added greatly to the thrill I felt  
as we watched me masturbating.

The drop of fluid finally grew too large to stay balanced on the tip of my 
dick, and its own weight started it slowly flowing down my dick. We watched 
it flow down the top of my helmet-shaped head, get caught briefly on the 
thick, protruding rim, and then get dragged down the shaft when it hit my 
hand, leaving a shiny, wet trail over the head as more fluid flowed down. As 
the juice pooled around my hand on the shaft, it began to make a sticky, wet 
sound; and Cathy commented on how much juice was coming out.

I stopped my jacking movements, and took my hands away from my erection, 
explaining to my sister that I was getting close to coming, and I wanted to 
slow down and build up more come for her. We watched my hardon bouncing 
slightly with my pulse, which had gotten very fast by now. It was shiny wet, 
stretched to its maximum with excitement; the head a deep shiny purple, the 
veins along the shaft a rich blue. Cathy studied it all around, commenting 
on how much bigger it was when it was close to coming than when we had 
started, and how wet it had gotten. I told her we called the fluid "cream", 
and as we watched, a fresh pulse of cream oozed from the head and began its 
trip down the shaft.

Cathy told me how excited it made her to see my dick in such a state, and 
that maybe she'd finger herself for me after I came. I felt the urge to come 
subsiding, so I grasped the shaft in the middle, with one hand now so Cathy 
would have a better view. I started to slide the skin on the shaft up and 
down  very slowly in a steady rhythm; the sticky sounds resumed. Cathy 
commented on how amazingly loose the skin was on my dick, that it could be 
slid around so far; and again on how large my dick and balls were, saying 
that it must be weird having something that big bouncing around and hanging 
between my legs all the time.

"Does it hurt to have it so swollen?", she asked, watching me cream; I 
replied, with some difficulty being so close to coming; "No, it feels 
incredible. In fact, the harder it is, the better it feels. When I'm really 
hot, like I am now, it gets so swollen that the skin gets stretched really 
tight, and gets ultra-sensitive."

At that moment, I could feel myself passing the point of no return. I warned 
Cathy that I was about to come, as I felt the incredible deliciousness of 
the juices pooling in my balls; I slowed, and almost completely stopped, my 
jacking, to prolong the orgasm as much as possible; my erection started 
twitching involuntarily, and I stopped rubbing it altogether, and took my 
hand away, as I felt the fire building in my limbs, centering on my 
midsection; my sight began to dim, and I heard a roaring in my ears; then, 
with a large spasm, my dick jumped and a thick rope of white come shot out 
from its head high over my chest, then another and another, my dick jumping 
in spasm with each shot. Cathy said, "My God!". It was far and away the most 
powerful orgasm I had ever experienced, and my erection kept bobbing over 
and over, as more come, now in a stream pooling in my pubic hair, pulsed 
from my erection in a diminishing flow.

As the throbbing in my genitals subsided, I returned to awareness of my 
surroundings. My chest was spattered with streams of come, trailing down to 
my pubic area, which was soaked in a white puddle. Cathy repeated,"My God. 
That was incredible! Was that a particularly big one?" I explained that it 
was, that having her watch me had given me the best come I could remember. 
She was flushed and breathing hard, obviously aroused by the experience of 
watching me come, clearly surprised and excited by the magnitude of the 
explosion.

As my hardon began to subside,  she layed back on the bed, still breathing 
hard, and quickly pulled down the white cotton panties that she had on under 
her nightie; and started to urgently rub herself with her fingertips inside 
the slit of her pussy, that was now exposed openly to my view. I saw the 
soft in curve of her waist, and her flat belly above the slight nest of 
soft, brown curls that spread over the mound of her pussy; I admired the 
pouting, now-swollen lips of her pussy, that she was in the midst of 
frantically working on, nestled between her two petite, smooth thighs, that 
led up to the plump swelling of her cute ass.

Her head was thrown back, her eyes partly closed, and she seemed lost in the 
world of her arousal. I watched with interest what she was doing with her 
hand; I had never seen a girl masturbate before. Her legs were partly 
spread, and she had the tips two fingers of her right hand moving rapidly 
between her lips near the top of her slit, which looked swollen and pouty. 
Instinctively I reached my hand out , and with my fingertips, touched the 
lips of her pussy just below where she was so frantically rubbing. She 
opened her eyes as she felt my touch, moaning "Oh!", then saying hoarsely, 
"I'm just about to come"; I slipped my fingertips between her swollen lips 
near the bottom of her slit, feeling a very warm, slippery wetness; she 
pushed her head back, closed her thighs on my hand, breathing, "Oh! Oh!" 
softly, as I felt the smooth, wet flesh under my fingers start to pulse in 
strong, rhythmic spasms. I felt her coming for perhaps twenty seconds, her 
pussy pulsing strongly, her entire body tightening with each spasm, with 
gradually diminishing intensity, until finally the last few pulses were 
maybe five seconds apart.

She relaxed, lying back, spent. I said softly, "Wow- was THAT a particularly 
big one?"  She opened her eyes and looked over to me, and  answered, with a 
blend of shyness, embarrassment, and pride, "I've never had such a big one 
before- I guess watching you really made me excited; and then when you 
touched me..." I agreed that seeing someone else was a major turn on; I told 
her how I would get together with a friend of mine and do it, and how hot I 
would feel watching them, how seeing them come would make me want to; but it 
was great seeing her do it, and that I had never seen a girl come before.

I mopped myself off with a dirty t-shirt as she wiped her slit with some 
kleenex, then put her panties back on. There was a slight air of 
embarrassment between us, and as I pulled on my pajama bottoms, she slipped 
out the door to her room, closing it quietly.

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