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Subject: {ASSM} Allison's Story Part 1 - Teenage Fumblings mf Incest Bestiality Bro/Sis
Date: Fri,  4 Oct 2002 18:10:03 -0400
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Allison's Story Part 1 - Teenage Fumblings mf Incest Bestiality Bro/Sis by 
Allison Brown


By Allison Brown
I would love your feedback - you can email me at allilovesyou@hotmail.com

This is my story. I have changed some names but the rest is true. Why write 
my story now? I am just married and, at 32, expecting our first child. My 
husband knows my history, my fetishes, and most (but not all!) of my past 
exploits. As I settle into this new phase of my life I feel I owe it to 
myself to document my life to date.

A bit about me. I am 32, a Leo, I grew up in the country but now live in 
London. I have University Degree, a good job and an active social life. My 
only secret from my 'regular' friends is my sex drive. The rest you will 
learn as you read my story.

THE BEGINNING
The first erect cock I saw was my brothers. He was about 13, two years older 
than me. It was a summer's afternoon and he was lying on his bed naked. We 
lived on a farm. Mum and Dad were working in the barn. I had been feeding 
the horses but came back early to get a drink.

Lying back on his bed, with the door open he was gripping his erection with 
his right hand and stroking it gently. Moaning slightly as he did. I was 
intrigued and remember watching him for a while before backing off, scared 
of being seen.

The vision of him playing with himself stayed with me. I would lie in my bed 
at night wondering what it felt like to have a dick. What he felt as he 
played with it. My hand would rest between my legs, rubbing myself, wishing 
I had a dick. I don't remember this as a sexual act on my part. I guess I 
was masturbating myself. But at 11 I knew nothing of sex. My first 
realisation of my own sexual desires came a few weeks after my twelfth 
birthday. It was late afternoon and I was taking the dog for a walk. As I 
passed one of the outbuildings I heard a noise and peered in. Andy, my 
brother, had his dick in his hand again. He was standing at a workbench 
flicking through a pile of magazines.

'Fuck off Alli', he said, seeing me at the door.

'What are you doing?'

'Fuck off'

'I'll tell Dad!', I threatened, annoyed at his tone but intrigued at what he 
was doing, 'What you looking at?'.

He looked scolded. 'These are some dirty Magazines Dad keeps here. If you 
tell I will say you have been looking too'.

I moved closer, moving my eyes from the still swollen dick poking from his 
jeans to the magazines on the bench.

'Let me look'

He passed me the magazine at the top of the pile. The front page showed a 
woman bent forward facing the camera. A man was kneeling behind her cupping 
her breasts. The look of pure pleasure on her face has stayed with me ever 
since.

I opened the magazine. The text was in English, German and French. "Anita 
screamed with pleasure as Alex fucked her hard with his huge cock".

This affected me profoundly - I wanted to scream with pleasure.

 From the pictures I could see he had a hard dick like my brothers. He was 
pushing it into her front bottom (that's what we called it in our family!).

As I flicked through the pages I became aware of a sensation in my crotch. 
My pre pubescent pussy was warm, almost tingling. It was the first 'sexual' 
feeling I can remember.

I looked up to see Andy staring at me. He was staring at me, still with his 
dick in his hand.

'What do you think?', he asked.

'Looks like they are having fun'.

He looked apprehensive, 'Do you want to try it?'

'What?'

'Fucking', he stumbled over the word.

'OK' I said. I wanted to "Scream with pleasure" like Anita.

'Sure?' he said, looking a little scared.

'Yeah', I said, 'Why not?'

I knew nothing, I did not know what incest was, and I did not know how you 
got pregnant. I just wanted to scream with pleasure. I was fixated.

There was a pile of sacks in the corner. After making sure the door was 
closed we spread the sacks on the floor.

I pulled off my jeans and knickers and got on all fours poking my little 
bottom in the air. Andy Knelt down and pulled his jeans down.

I remember feeling his dick push against me. I was only twelve. My pussy was 
nothing more than a hairless pink gash. I was dry and tight.

I felt Andy push hard against me. then pull back. His fingers touched me and 
I felt a ripple of excitement - soon I will be screaming with joy!

He must have been searching for my hole.

I felt him push against me hard.

I screamed.

Not with pleasure but with pain as he forced his way into my pussy.

He jumped back and asked me if I was OK.

'It hurt!'

'Sorry'. He looked scared.

We got dressed and headed back to home. Both ashamed at our failure. I had 
not screamed with pleasure. It did not put me off my desire to be like 
Anita. I blamed Andy. He must have done it wrong.

Looking back I doubt if he even managed to penetrate me. He certainly didn't 
break my hymen. That would have to wait.

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Over the next few months I kept returning to Dad's secret Magazine store. 
Being careful to lock the door behind me I would sit on the bench and study 
the pictures like they were a priceless work of art (which to me I guess 
they were). Invariably my fingers would instinctively find my pussy as I 
read, massaging my slit as I stared at the various poses. Over time I began 
to understand more about my body, as I looked at the pictures of couples 
fucking, lesbians licking and dildo's being inserted in vagina's and anuses. 
I would close my eyes and slip a finger into my little hole as I dreamt what 
it must be like to be fucked properly.

 From the text around the photo's I learnt that I needed to be 'wet' and 
realised that the slime I sometimes found when I took my finger out of my 
pussy had a purpose.

At night I would dream of being Anita. I envied her round firm tits, the 
hair around her pussy, and most of all the attention she received from the 
men in the pictures. I dreamt what it would be like to have someone lick my 
pussy, caress my tits. As I grew more adventurous I would use a candle in my 
pussy and pretend I was being fucked.

If this was a great sex story I would have marched into my Brother's room 
and said, `Andy, I want you to fuck me till I scream with pleasure. I want 
to loose my virginity'

But reality is different to fiction. I was too scared to ask as our last 
experience was so bad. And in all honesty I don't even think I knew what my 
virginity was!

As I got better at playing with myself I began to get the first real tingles 
of pleasure, loosing myself as I played with my pussy.

This went on for months, I knew Andy was reading Dad's magazines as well as 
I would sometimes see him walking towards the outbuilding and often the 
magazines had been disturbed. Although the feelings of lust were beginning 
to grow in me I was still to afraid to act on them.

It wasn't until I was 13 that the first 'breakthrough' came. I was playing 
with one of the dogs when he thrust his nose against the crouch of my jeans. 
It made me jump, not because he was touching me, but because it finally 
dawned on me. THE DOG HAD A TOUNG AND COULD LICK ME! I did not do anything 
immediately. That night I lay in bed thinking what it would be like to have 
a hot tongue on my pussy. I could see in my mind the photo's of Anita and 
the other women in the books with their legs open and there pussy's being 
licked by their boyfriends (that's how I thought of them, it never occurred 
to me that they would be paid for sex with 'strangers'!). The thought was 
driving me wild and the fact that Sam (our black Lab) seemed to want to lick 
me there was too much temptation.

I know bestiality is taboo, and some people think it is horrible, but I just 
saw it as a way to find out what it would be like to have my pussy licked, 
no more, no less.

Our dogs were only allowed in the kitchen and definitely not in our 
bedrooms, so I had to look for a way to get alone with Sam. The moment came 
one Saturday when Mum was shopping and Dad & Andy were trying to fix the 
car. Shaking with nerves I put Sam on his lead and walked him towards the 
outbuilding. I had purposefully discarded my usual jeans for a skirt and had 
left my knickers off. The feeling of the slight breeze around my pussy as I 
walked was already making me tingle; I felt so adult being 'naughty' and not 
wearing any knickers. Oddly this felt more daring than letting one of our 
dogs lick my pussy!

I locked the door to the outhouse and began to stroke Sam's head. I could 
barley breath because of the combination of excitement and trepidation I 
felt. Sitting down on some bales of hay I hitched my skirt up around my 
waist and began to play with my pussy. With one hand still stroking Sam I 
began to run my fingers up and down my slit until I felt the moisture of my 
juice on my fingertips.

Slowly I guided Sam's head towards my most intimate place. At first he gave 
me a quizzical look then he suddenly licked my inner thigh. I gasped, nearly 
jumping out of my skin. What a feeling, his hot, rough tongue on my leg.

I guided his head closer to my pussy, 'Please Sam', I whispered.

My whole body shook as I felt his hot breath on my moist womanhood, then it 
came, the feeling of his hot tongue. I froze as he licked up my entire 
length. After that first lick there was a slight pause before he began 
lapping at my pussy. I can remember throwing my head around as the feelings 
of arousal coursed through my body; I remember the feel of his cold nose 
touching the top of my pussy as he licked around my arse, the feel of his 
rough muzzle as he rubbed against my thighs. but most of all I remember the 
waves of pleasure as his hot tongue licked the top of my pussy, around my 
clit.

I don't remember having an orgasm, I just remember lying back on the hay and 
gasping for breath as he eventually bored and moved off me. And I remember 
thinking that if that was what being licked was all about I wanted to get 
fucked very soon!

Trips to the outbuildings with Sam became a regular event (I remember Mum 
commenting how nice it was to see me wearing skirts more often!). But I 
became increasingly frustrated with just his tongue, I wanted more, I wanted 
to be fucked.

My chance finally came one Saturday night. Mum and Dad had gone out to a 
dance, leaving Andy and I at home alone. We were watching TV and messing 
around, joking with each other as brothers and sisters do. He was taking the 
piss about me wearing skirts when I caught him off guard.

'You still wanking over those magazines?' I asked

'No more than you!', shit, I hadn't expected that!

'So?' I said defensively

'And I don't get the pets to help me!'

I flew at him, 'You bastard!', I was trying to hit him, I guess just to try 
and deal with the shock of discovery, 'You sneaky little shit!'. I was 
trying to hit him but he had hold of my arms. He threw me back onto the sofa 
and, with one arm holding me down pulled up my skirt.

'At least you are wearing underwear tonight!', I was still thrashing at him 
as he put his free hand between my legs.

Suddenly he became serious, 'Do you want me to lick you?'

I stopped dead in my tracks, silent, thinking. I felt my pussy tingle at the 
thought, I felt grown up, and I felt in control, my brother wanted to lick 
my pussy, I had something he wanted. That means a lot to a teenager of 13.

'Yes', I said, 'And then I want you to fuck me'.

'Cool' was all he said in response.

Andy stood up and quickly stripped. His cock was already hard and was now 
surrounded by a mat of black hair. I pulled off my skirt and top and lay 
naked on the rug in front of the fire.



With my skirt still around my waist he

I lifted my knees slightly as he began to caress my pussy with his tongue. 
The familiar waves of joy began to flow through my body. I closed my eyes 
and focussed on the feeling of my brother's tongue as he caressed my pussy. 
I held his head against me as he began to flick his tongue along my slit 
then poke the tip into my tight hole. Then I felt something new, a pressure 
on the opening of my pussy. As he licked me he inserted a finger.

'Oohh yesss', I moaned as he fingered my little hole, I felt wetter and 
wetter as he licked and fingered me. The waves of pleasure got more and more 
intense. I began to move my hips against his tongue and finger, pressing his 
head further against my pussy.

Then it happened. It felt like an intense heat building out from my crutch, 
and across my body, the intensity of the pleasure made me tense; my back 
arched, I could not breathe. Then with a gasp and a little yelp I felt a 
huge release, my hips thrusting involuntarily as I yelped 'YESSS, YESS'.

Andy stopped and looked up at me, 'What the fuck was that?'.

I remember looking down on his face smiling like I have never smiled before, 
a grin that I thought I would never lose, like the best drug in the world.

I had experienced my first orgasm. That feeling would never leave me. The 
sheer triumphal pleasure, coupled with the control I felt over my older 
brother.

'Just fuck me Andy!' I said.

He moved up over me. And with his hot breath in my neck I felt his dick 
pushing against my entrance. This time I was wet, he slipped in easily.

He felt great, a hot hard piece of my brother was moving right inside me. I 
felt more waves of joy as he pushed further in.

'God Sis' he said, 'this feels great!'

'Harder' I instructed, remembering what I had seen in Dads books.

He responded pushing deeper in me, gasping as he thrust into my little 
pussy.

Suddenly I felt a pain like I had been stabbed.

'Ouch!!', I yelled.

Andy jumped and began to pull out of me.

Through the pain I could still feel the waves of pleasure. I did not realise 
at the time but that was it. My hymen was broken. I was a woman!!

'Keep going!!' I told him, wrapping my legs around him as the pain subsided.

And he did, fucking me with increasing ferocity until I felt him tense and a 
rush of something hot fill my body. I remember thinking 'that's his cum', 
remembering the splashes of white liquid across the faces and breasts of the 
girls in the magazines. It hadn't occurred to me that it would also end up 
in my pussy!

Anyway, that was about it. I had lost my virginity to my brother, 
experienced the joy of an orgasm and even more significantly, had my first 
experience of using sex as a way of controlling those around me.


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I'm glad I started writing this. It is great to re-live old memories. Let me 
know what you think ............. and watch out for part 2!!

You can contact me at allilovesyou@hotmail.com





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