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THE DESCENT OF RUTH
by Art West

Chapter 1 of 6
Adolescent Exhibitionism and Incest (mf,exhib,inc)


My name is Ruth ... you don't need to know more than this!  To give
you a brief pen-picture: I am perhaps a little under average height
(about 5 ft 3 ins), with greyish-blue eyes and hair that is
somewhat darker than blonde (although it was very white when I was
a little girl).  In spite of my fair hair and blue eyes, I am
fortunate that I tan quite easily. At the time of writing, I am 21
years old.  I am slightly plumper than the anorexic models one
sees, but not fat.  My hips are wider, and my thighs rather
heavier, than I would like, but I have heard men describe the
combination as sexy and comfortable.  My waistline is softened by a
suspicion of a roll, while my breasts are full without being
exceptionally heavy.  I have a good cleavage, but I can also go
without a bra without too much sagging, although a fair amount of
bounce.  My aureoles are about an inch across, and quite darkly
coloured, and are easily aroused to very prominent points. 

Ruth is a good biblical name, which is not surprising as I was
brought up in a very strictly fundamentalist religious home.  My
older brother David (about eighteen months older), and my two
younger siblings, Miriam and Aaron (7 and 9 years younger than me
respectively, but who play no real role in this story) all have
biblical names.  Our upbringing was largely restricted to our
rather exclusive sect in which my father is an honoured elder. 
Social contacts outside the church were strongly discouraged, so
that we seldom if ever had school friends to our home, and we
certainly were not allowed to attend parties at homes outside of
our religious community.

We had strong taboos concerning nudity and sex.  From the time I
was old enough to bathe and dress myself, this was done in private. 
Neither my parents nor my siblings would see me in anything less
than a fully clothed state (nor, of course, would I see them
otherwise).  My mother did give me some basic sex-education, but
this was the basic biological facts I would need to know to
understand menstruation and to fulfil one day my wifely duties when
called upon to do so.

 From early on, however, I developed a fascination with my naked
body and with the desire to see other (especially male) naked
bodies.  My brother David, too, seemed to develop similar
fascinations.  For a couple of years, when I would have been
between 9 and 11 years old, we were left on our own quite often at
home as my mother struggled to cope with our two siblings, then
still babies, whenever she had to go shopping or to church
functions.  Many times we then played "doctor"-type games,
stripping in front of each other, feeling each other all over, and
rubbing our naked bodies together.  David's little pecker was still
undeveloped at this stage, but I was still fascinated by the way it
stood out so rigidly from his body.  As I reached adolescence, the
opportunities for such games waned as we were left to look after
the younger siblings, while we were both reaching an age at which
we started to take religious responsibilities very seriously.

As my body started to develop, however, I continued to fantasize,
with the fantasies including more explicit sexual themes apart from
pure nudity.  I quickly discovered the joys of playing with my
budding nipples and clitoris, and of gently finger-fucking myself. 
In my bedroom or bathroom, as I stripped, I would leave a crack in
the curtains, and fantasize about a peeping-tom watching me playing
with myself.  I would stand or lie around in the nude for as long
as I was able (knowing, of course, that no-one would interrupt
me!).  I was about 14<< when a friend from school bought me a copy
of a very explicit sex education manual which her parents (much
more liberal minded) had bought for her.  (From the age of 12, I
had helped regularly in the family hardware and farmers' supply
store.  We received no separate allowances, but my father was very
careful about paying us a fair wage which went into a savings
account; I was never questioned about what I did with this money,
so it was easy to get the money for the book.)

For the remainder of my schooldays, this book fed my fantasies. 
There were very explicitly drawn illustrations, supplemented by
some photographs.  The book clearly differentiated sex for
procreation, love or fun, and left me (with a perhaps unintended)
impression that sex for fun was  the desirable purpose during teens
and early twenties.  Using my fingers, I imagined hard cocks
penetrating all my orifices.

The clothing which I was allowed by my parents to wear was modest
in the extreme.  I envied some of my class mates who strolled round
shopping malls in skimpy outfits which I could see attracting the
attention of the boys.  At times I found ways of hitching my skirt
up, to let it ride further up my legs by sitting "carelessly", and
leaving some strategic buttons open on my shirt or blouse, but it
never had quite the same effect.  I was rather frightened one day
(I was about 15 at the time) when my brother found me in McDonalds
one day with some friends, with my thighs on display and some
definite cleavage visible.  My first reaction was to try carefully
to cover up, as I was worried he would tell our parents, but then I
realized that he was having a good look, even changing positioning
himself for a better view.  Somehow this turned me on, and I
deliberately leaned forward to give him an even sight of my budding
tits ... he looked!

David never said anything back home, and the memory of his reaction
to my exposure continued to turn me on.  I became increasingly
aware that he took every opportunity to ogle my breasts and thighs. 
Just about a week later, our parents were to be out late.  It was
our responsibility to get our younger siblings to bed, before I
went to bath while David watched TV.  After bathing, I slipped on
an old nightie that was really too small for me. It had three
buttons down the front, all of which I left undone.  I examined
myself in the mirror. My now quite well-developed breasts made the
opening bulge to reveal a lot of cleavage, while my hardened
nipples were quite visible where the flimsy material pressed
tightly against them.  The garment hardly covered my buttocks, and
I completed the outfit by slipping on a flimsy pair of bikini
panties which I had bought out of my savings (and never shown to my
mother).  Once satisfied with my appearance in the mirror, I pulled
a light summer dressing gown on over my skimpy wear, and went down
to join David in the TV room.  I sat down in an armchair diagonally
across from him and pretended to watch the program.  Gradually I
let the top of my dressing gown "accidentally" fall open so that
David could see my barely covered breasts.  I watched him nervously
out of the corner of my eye, but nervousness quickly gave way to
arousal as I saw him trying not to stare but gazing nonetheless at
my tits as he surreptitiously rubbed his crotch.  Encouraged by
this, I moved round, moving my leg up on to the arm of the arm of
the chair so that my gown fell completely open, giving David a
clear view up my leg to my panties which did little to hide my
pussy.  By this time David couldn't keep his eyes off me, while my
pussy started juicing up with the exhibitionistic thrill of it all. 
We must have sat like this for at least 30 minutes, saying nothing. 
At that point we heard our parents returning, so I stood up and
folded the dressing gown around me, smiling at David, which he
returned nervously.  By the time my mother and father entered, I
was modestly attired on my way to my bedroom.  Once on my own,
however, I stripped off and lay on my bed masturbating to two or
three climaxes.  David later told me that he had also gone back to
his room and jacked off, feeling very guilty about the thoughts he
was having about his sister.

About two weeks later, an almost identical opportunity presented
itself.  This time I omitted the panties entirely, so that David
would have a clear view of my pussy lips.  When I got to the point
of shifting my leg round on to the arm of the chair, I glanced
towards David to get a surprise myself.  He had also shifted his
leg up on the arm of his chair.  He was wearing a loose pair of
shorts with no underwear, so that I could see his hairy cock and
balls quite clearly ... much larger than I remembered them from our
childhood games.  In fact, he had quite an erection which he was
gently rubbing, and I returned the favour by starting to finger my
pussy.  This time it was only about 20 minutes before we were
interrupted by our parents' return, but we had crossed the Rubicon
so to speak.

For the next nearly two years before David left for college, we
regularly flashed each other, often moving between bath- and bed-
rooms naked under our dressing gowns and opening to each other as
we passed.  Strangely, by some unspoken consent we never talked
about the flashing.  But we grew much closer together discussing
many other things, and especially how we would break out from our
restrictions when we went to college.  (We were just a year apart
at school.)  I showed David my sex education book, and asked him
how soon he thought he would have sex with some wild college girls. 
He in turn wanted to know how soon I would give up my virginity. 
All of this talk turned me on, and I was needing to masturbate
every day.  But I could still get no natural relief by dating other
boys from school (which my parents would not allow) and somehow it
never occurred to David and myself to relieve each other.

The college issue caused some stress at home.  Our parents wanted
us to go to a small college run by our religious community, but we
wanted to go to secular colleges.  After much argument, David
convinced them that he could only get the computer training he
wanted at a State College some 200 miles away.  So off he went,
leaving me feeling very lonely at home suddenly.

During the rare weekends he came home, we had little time together
for him to tell me of his experiences, although he hinted he had
much to tell.  It was during the winter vacation that we next had
time together.  During an evening when we were able to flash each
other, he told me of his experiences.  Right at the start he had
visited a college sex advice centre, and obtained a supply of
condoms.  But at first he had found it difficult to adjust to the
unfamiliar social life, and in particular the girls had seemed so
sophisticated he didn't know how to relate to them.  He had been at
parties where couples had obviously slipped away into bedrooms, and
he had seen a number of dares in which students had gone for jogs
or even car rides in the nude, but he was always the observer.  He
seemed to get a number of invitations to parties, however, and
about a month earlier he had at last lost his virginity.  A girl
that he had danced with at a few parties asked him to walk her home
as she had had too much to drink and they ended up in bed together. 
That was what he needed to break the ice.  At a party the next
weekend, he asked another girl to go with him to one of the
bedrooms where they fucked each other silly even though on two
occasions others had come into the room.  Since then he had slept
with both of them again. 

David's stories fuelled my fantasies for the next six months.  On
his weekend visits, he now found time to give me quick updates. 
During the second semester he became a regular participant in many
of the wilder parties on campus, generally getting it off with one
or two girls each time.  My pussy tingled at these stories, as I
imagined myself at such parties, giving myself to whoever came
along.

When he returned home for the summer vacation (during which both of
us were now working nearly full-time in the store), David admitted
to me that he didn't know how he would survive a whole summer in
the constraints of the church community, and without sex.  But he
found a way! A few weeks into the vacation, David was unexpectedly
given a car by our grandparents as a reward for good grades at
college.  He soon suggested that he take his favourite sister (me!) 
for drives into the country.  Our parents and siblings were
disappointed that he did not take the younger ones along, but they
"understood" they said, and were pleased that we were so close as
brother and sister.  

As we headed out into the country, David turned to me: "Ruthie", he
said, " I dare you to flash me while we are driving".  I grinned at
him as I undid the buttons on my modest blouse, and undid the 
front clasp of my bra, to give him a clear view of the inner swells
of my breasts with just a  hint of nipple showing as I moved.  I
hitched my skirt right up to so that my legs were exposed right up
to my panties.  "So how do I compare with your college girl
friends?", I asked a little breathlessly.

"Oh Ruthie", he replied, "You are going to drive the boys in your
college wild!".

As we drove, David filled me in on some of his experiences which he
had not had opportunity to tell me.  The most exciting of these was
of the last night he had been at college.  A friend of his  had
invited him to a house that had been rented by a group of students. 
When he reached there, he found a large number of guys, but just
one girl whom he estimated to be about aged about 23.  It turned
out that she had finished her Masters degree at college and was
going home to marry a childhood sweetheart, but as a last wild
swing she wanted to see how many guys she could fuck in 12 hours. 
There was a bed in the living room, and at exactly 9.00pm she
stripped off and lay down on the bed.  There was a pile of condoms
on one table, under which was a bucket.  The only rules were: the
men had to use condoms, and when they were finished they had to
drop the used condom in the bucket.  They could fuck her pussy,
asshole or mouth as often as they wanted, but using a new condom
each time.  David knows that he fucked her four times, once in her
mouth, twice in her pussy, and one in her ass to see what it felt
like.  By 9.00am the next morning they counted 73 used condoms in
the bucket.  

As David recounted this story my pussy got so wet that I had to
start masturbating, reaching a massive orgasm as my brother
watched.

Shortly thereafter, David turned off down what was obviously a
seldom used dirt road.  This led up over a hill, and then down
towards a little creek where we stopped.  As we got out of the car,
David took out a blanket and a small icebox, and we walked through
some bushes to a grassy slope alongside the creek.  There was not a
sign of any other human habitation.  We kicked off our shoes and
waded in the water, my tits still largely exposed, and my skirt
hitched up into my panties like a little girl.

"Go on, Ruthie, do a complete strip here for me", urged David
breathlessly, taking my hand as we moved back up on to the grassy
slope.

A little nervously, but with mounting excitement, I pulled off my
blouse, and let my loosened bra slip down my arms on to the ground. 
I stood for a moment, enjoying the thrilling sensation of the
breeze on my naked breasts, as my nipples rapidly hardened in the
cooler air.  I undid the skirt and let it fall to the ground around
my ankles, and stepped out of them.  Then gradually, as David fixed
his eyes on me, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my
panties, slowly slipping them down my legs.  I bent down to take
them off, and did a pirouette with a "tra-la" as I dropped them on
the remainder of my clothing.

"Oh God, Ruthie, you are beautiful", gasped David, seemingly not
able to take his eyes off me.  He took my hands, and almost
whispered: "I want to make love to you right here and now!"

For a moment, it did not quite register what he had said.  When it
did, my first almost desperate reaction was: "No Davy, we can't do
that ... you're my brother".

"Ruthie, we love each other, and always will even if we have other
lovers.  One of the girls that has given me the most satisfying sex
over the past year, told me that she learned how to pleasure men by
fucking her father, two older brothers, as well as an uncle and
cousin from the time she was 13 years old.  She has deep
relationships with them all, and still enjoys love-making with her
college boyfriends"

David pulled me towards him, and kissed me on the lips in a
slightly open-mouthed way.  Involuntarily my breathing quickened,
as his lips worked down my neck and towards my bosoms.  As he
started to suck on my nipples I held his head to my breast, nursing
him as I moaned in ecstasy.  Slowly, David lowered me down on to
the blanket, and once I was on my back, his mouth tracked down
across my belly towards my pubic area.  Gently he began kissing my
pussy lips and sucking on my clit as he worked two fingers up into
my slit.  I lost complete control as waves of orgasmic pleasure
washed over me, and I found myself shouting out "Oh god, yeees, 
Davy, I'm cummmmming ...... don't stop ... aaaaaaahhh".  David
briefly stood up, and dropped his trousers and boxer shorts,
extracting what turned out to be a condom from his pocket as he did
so.  I stared almost hypnotically at his massive throbbing
erection, and watched as he rolled the rubber on to his cock.  He
dropped to his knees and crawled towards me without a word, and
began rubbing his cockhead against my clit and pussy lips.  I
thrust my hips towards him, and felt the head pop into my vaginal
opening.  I was no longer questioning whether this was right or
wrong.  Momentarily, I felt the pressure of David's manhood against
my maidenhead, but we both thrust so hard against each other that
it gave way almost instantaneously and he was buried up to the
hilt.  We started rutting against each other, screaming and
grunting like wild animals.  The feeling of fullness in my vagina
was exquisite, and I quickly reached another orgasm ... and another
... and another.  "Yes, Davy, give it to me ..... fuck me ......
harder deeeeeper ..... ooooooohhhh".  Almost incredibly, David's
cock seemed to swell even more, stretching my virginal pussy as
with a loud groan he started to ejaculate and continued to pump
almost endlessly.  My primeval urges made me almost regret that his
seed was being contained safely behind the rubber.

We lay side by side stroking each other as our passions subsided. 
"We should have done this years ago", I told him.

"I might as well complete your corruption", smiled David, drawing
the icebox towards himself.  He pulled out two wine coolers, and
opened them, passing one to me.  I drained the first bottle, and
then took a second, which I sipped more slowly.  In the post-coital
drowsiness aggravated by the alcohol, I rested my head on David's
chest, and then lazily started sucking on his nipple.  As he  began
groaning in pleasure, I remembered what oral pleasures he had given
me.  I kneeled across him, and let my lips trace a path across his
stomach to his pubic bush.  David had removed the rubber a while
earlier, but his cock was still covered by his cum.  I took the
entire organ into my mouth and licked and sucked it clean.  It
quickly grew under my ministrations, and before long David was
bucking his pelvis into my face.  Some of the scenes from my sex
education book flooded into my mind.  I straddled David and lowered
my pussy to impale myself on his now fully erect cock, and soon
built up an energetic rhythm.  Suddenly David screamed: "No Ruthie,
I'm not wearing a rubber!".  But I wasn't about to stop now.  "It's
OK", I said breathlessly, "I should be safe as my period is due in
2 or 3 days now, but in any case I want to feel your sperm inside
my womb".

The thought of unprotected sex seemed to drive us both into
increased passion, as I bounced up and down on his engorged tool
with abandon and he matched my movements with upward thrusts.  He
seemed to fill my cunt even more than before, and as we thrust
together I could feel the pressure on my uterus.  I orgasmed again
and again, screaming out his name, and then with a final climax
David came as well pumping his seed into my womb, before we
collapsed in total exhaustion.

When we reached home, my mother commented on my healthy colour, and
suggested that the fresh country air seemed to do me a lot of good. 
David should take me for a drive more often.  I agreed!

But it became a frustrating summer as masturbation no longer fully
satisfied my needs.  David and I could only get away once or twice
a week, and in any case he went away on two occasions for a week
each to join friends at holiday cottages ... and he later confirmed
that these were quite orgiastic which added to my frustrations, and
made the time to my own going away to college drag by endlessly. 
The only relief was the weekend about two weeks before the start of
school when our parents took the two smaller kids with them for a
church retreat from Friday evening to Sunday evening ... we spent
the entire time naked, and most of it in bed.  I came to realize
that David and I were highly sexed and that I at least had a strong
exhibitionistic streak


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