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Subject: {ASSM} "The Wolf Summers" By ElSol (Chap 3/10) (Mdom, Incest)
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The Wolf Summers
ElSol
Chapter 3: Iris's Price
The beginning of a young story.
Sexual frustration replaced 'The Itch' for six months. I began to
regret voting for my baby sister's happiness over my own bliss. There were
other options but even though Rachel had shattered the ritualness of "The
Itch", it still shaped my understanding of sex.
The job of shaking me loose from the 'The Itch' fell on a visiting
male cousin from Puerto Rico. He was my stepfather's nephew so we were
only related by marriage. This allowed him to be more open with me, and
the fact that he was leaving in two weeks allowed me to venture into the
opening.
He arrived in the country one week before school ended. We were
thrown together because their families' marriages had resulted mostly in
female children and at thirteen I was the only a year younger than him. I
did not try to introduce him to the twins, one person in their outer
circle was all they would ever support. I came home after my martial arts
class and played with him. He liked to play in the park across the street
from our house after dinner.
He slept over a couple of nights the first week and we talked. My
mother had put us both in the sofa bed in the livingroom. The first night
the conversation was about baseball. It was obvious that he wanted to talk
about other things but he was trying to gain my confidence with the
baseball talk.
The next night he spent over was when the Itch's grip on me began
to slip.
"Have you ever done 'The Thing'?" he asked me. The way he said
'The Thing' made me believe it was related to 'The Itch'.
"I think so." I replied. We were both looking at the ceiling
avoiding each other's eyes.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"It feels really good." I said. I hoped we were talking about the
same thing and not that he was asking if I had more sexual experience than
'The Itch."
"How do you do it?" he continued. He turned on his side to look at
me. I looked at him. I knew I had to open up but part of me wanted to keep
'The Itch' to myself.
"I get on my stomach in my bed and I rub myself." I said looking
in his eyes. He smiled at me. The smile told me he had gone further than I
had.
"So you haven't done it with your hand." he asked me excitedly.
His excitement made me nervous, I shook my head. I thought I knew
what he was talking about but the magazines rarely talked about
masturbation in a way that might teach a boy how to do it.
"You want me to show you?" he asked even more excitedly.
I did not reply for a few seconds, I liked 'The Itch' and did not
know if I wanted to learn more. I nodded my head almost unwillingly.
"Do you think your parents are asleep?" he asked looking towards
their room.
"Yeah, definitely." I said.
"Okay, come with me." he said getting up from the bed and heading
to the bathroom. I wondered why we were going to the bathroom as I
followed him. He turned on the light and closed the door behind me when I
entered. He smiled at me as he walked to the bathtub. He waved me towards
him. I moved to stand next to him. He pushed his pajama bottoms down to
his feet and kicked them off. I looked at him. I had begun to spring hair
in my crotch but he had a full growth of pubic hair. It was fascinating to
me and I wondered if I would look like that. I watched as he started to
harden.
"Hey, take yours off." he said to me.
I kicked my own pajamas off and hoped he would not laugh at my
sprinkling of hair down there. He looked at me for a moment and nodded.
"Spit in your hand." he said to me. He spit a large glob into his
hand. It was fairly disgusting but he was the lead. I spit in my hand not
quite as much as he had but enough for him not to comment.
"Now do like I do." he said.
He grabbed his hardening penis at the base and stroked upward and
off his penis allowing it to fall back. I did the same to my own. He
continued that grab, stroke and release motion until he was completely
hard. I followed suit. It was a strange feeling but I could feel the
introductary feelings of 'The Itch'.
He watched as I stroked myself to hardness.
"Wow, you're big!" he said surprised at my size. Even though, I
was a year younger I was longer and thicker than he was. It was portent of
things to come.
He shrugged his shoulders and said "Okay, now do this."
He stroked himself in a stroke I would become familiar with. It
was a controlled stroke of his hand up and down his penis. He fully
covered his dickhead with his hand and then stroked all the way back.
I did as he did.
"Keep doing this until you feel you need to go faster," he said as
if I would understand when that moment was, "Then go faster until you
shoot your cum okay."
I nodded.
"Make sure you get it in the tub so its easier to clean." he said.
His head fell back as he let go of the role of instructor and gave himself
up to his pleasure. I tried the same. I let my head fall back and closed
my eyes. I concentrated on the feel of my hand back and forth on my dick.
It took a minute before I felt what he spoke of.
I felt the need to go faster. I did not know how though if I did
the motion I was doing faster I thought I would hurt myself. I opened my
eyes and looked at his hand and penis. I saw the trick of it. His motion
had shortened at the upper end of his penis. I closed my eyes and tried it
myself. The pressure increased in response to the new treatment. I did not
think of anything for a small amount of time, but then just as the
pressure seemed ready to release, I thought of Rachel.
It was the yellow bikini fantasy again. She was bent over the
lounge. This time I ripped the bikini from her ass. I pushed into her
hard. I pounded into her imagining my hand was her pussy gripping me.
I came suddenly. It surprised me so I had to use the edge of the
tub to steady myself with my knees. I opened my eyes as my dick shot a
second burst of thick white liquid out of my body. I kept the stroking
going, it felt good. Not as good as the shooting, but it felt good.
"Yeah" my cousin said, "Keep stroking! It feels really good if you
do that afterwards."
I turned to look at him. I could see his cum on the bathtub which
said he was done. He was smiling at me while continuing to stroke himself.
I smiled back. We cleaned up after he declared 'The Thing' was
over. We went back to bed. I felt a lot more tired than when I walked into
the bathroom, more relaxed also. I lay down at my back and closed my eyes.
I had shot my cum after 'The Itch' before but had never thought of needing
to clean it up. It had seemed right to me to have my cum drying on me.
"Did you ever do something like that with Iris?" he asked me.
I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling as his words struck me.
He fell asleep before I could reply.
School ended without him sleeping over again. I did not see him
until Saturday after a swimming competition. He wanted Iris to join our
play in the park. I did not say anything. I just watched the youthful
seduction attempt. I knew he was trying to draw her into his world as he
had done to me. I also noticed he was much more successful if I was an
active participant, if I was the one that asked Iris the question, if I
was the one that pulled her summer dress up to expose her panties.
The seduction attempt was the focus of his second week there. She
talked to us, and joined our sexual conversations but not deep enough for
what he wanted. We played with her inside and outside. He wanted me to
skip practice and martial arts because my mother only allowed Iris to play
with him if I was there. I refused and it frustrated him. I was no longer
the objective though and he could say nothing if he wanted to continue to
have access to Iris. I watched him more carefully, he became more
antagonistic in his seduction attempt as the day of his leaving for Puerto
Rico drew closer. He was due to leave Sunday morning and Friday something
in him brought things to a head.
My mother had gone shopping and taken Marisa with her. Iris, my
cousin and I were alone in the house. We were playing a silly children's
board game that Iris loved in my room. I think he was afraid of the next
step himself. He waited too long. The game ended and Iris sat on the bed
smirking her victory at us. He looked at her and at me. The air in the
room got heavier. Iris looked from him to me and back again. We felt his
decision click in place. He got up from the floor to lock the door. Iris
and I watched him in silence. I felt expectant pressure in my chest. I did
not look at Iris, I wanted this too.
She did not move from the bed as he came to stand on one side of
her. She looked up at him and something in his face made her look at me.
It must have been on my face too because she looked across to the opposite
wall.
"You agreed David, both of us." he said looking at me. "Like the
bathtub."
I had agreed to nothing but I knew what he wanted. I looked at
Iris, if she had looked at me I might have refused but she was staring at
the wall. I stood up and moved to stand on the other side of her.
He nodded at me. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his
knees. I watched as he stroked himself to full hardness. I looked at Iris,
she had not moved backwards or tried to leave the room. She sat there
staring at the wall accepting what was happening. I was wearing sweatpants
so I just pushed them and my underwear down to my knees. I was beginning
to harden so did not have to stroke much before I was ready for the next
step. I looked at him for guidance on what the next step would be. He was
looking at her. He let go of his dick and tried to rub it on her face. She
moved away from him enough to not allow him the contact. He stroked
himself a little bit more and then tried to touch her with his hard dick
again.
I stroked myself and tried the same. I managed to touch her face.
The contact of my dick and someone else was brief and surprising. I
stroked myself again and watched him try to touch her with his dick. He
let his head drop back and started to stroke and stab at her blindly. I
watched her move away from him and noticed she was moving towards me. I
let go of my dick and timed my motion so that when she moved from his
blind attempt she would touch me. I did this for four or five contacts
before I realized she could have moved backwards and avoided both of us. I
was stunned for a moment. I heard him grunt and knew that he was close. I
wanted to test my discovery though. I put one foot on the bed and pushed
my hips closer to her. My hard on was touching her face without her moving
towards me. She did not break the contact. She was watching him for his
attempts. When he tried again, she pushed herself even closer to me. I
could not understand what was going on but her willingness to allow my
hard dick to touch her but not his felt good inside.
I rubbed myself on her face, she watched him and moved towards me
whenever he stabbed at her. I watched the dance enjoying her acceptance of
my contact and refusal of his. She turned towards me, and looked at me.
She was scared but not as scared as she should have been. Somewhere in the
selfishness of my mind, I came to the conclusion she was willing to accept
him to have me here also.
"My mother!" I heard myself exclaim. He opened his eyes and went
into a full blown panic. He tried to move to the door while pulling his
pants up. I pulled my pants up while looking at Iris. She was staring
back.
"Lock the door." I told her as I turned to leave the room.
He was sitting in the livingroom with the TV on trying not to look
at the door. I sat next to him.
"I don't think she's coming." he said to me.
"Let's check downstairs. I thought I heard her." I answered.
He nodded and we went out the door and down to the entrance of the
building. I did not see her car and tried to think of something that would
buy more time. I did not really know why I did not want to continue what
he had started.
"She's not here." he said with a sigh of relief. "Let's go back
upstairs."
"Ice cream!" I said faking excitement as I heard the sound of the
ice cream truck. I started to move to where it stopped everyday.
"Come on, I want to go back upstairs." he almost yelled
reluctantly following me.
"After ice cream." I said not looking at him.
He could not do anything else since I had the keys and he needed a
willing accomplice. I was shorter than he was but broad enough that he
could not coerce me. I ate my ice cream slowly and then ran into the park
to join a tennis ball baseball game. He kept giving me angry looks but
eventually lost himself in the game.
He could not sleep over that night because they were leaving
Sunday Morning and his parents wanted to pack everything so they could
enjoy themselves on their last day in the States.
I took a longer than normal shower that night taking care of my
pleasure before I went to the room I shared with Iris. She was lying in
bed. I could tell she was not asleep just staring at the bottom of my
bunk. We had not said anything to each other about what had happened.
I climbed into my bunk and fell asleep.
On Saturdays, my daily life was different than the weekdays.
Mondays through Fridays I got up early for private swim practice with the
twins, after school I had another practice session and three times a week
martial arts class. When I was not in school, my days followed the same
pattern regardless. Saturdays were different in that I had an extra long
practice session in the morning and then a martial arts class that ended
around 1pm.
The extra wait probably frustrated my cousin but I was glad for it
because I was trying to decide what I would do. I got home to a note from
my mother that she was taking Marisa to an aunt's house. My stepfather had
joined my cousin's father and mother on their final tourist trip. I knew
my cousin had ditched the trip to 'hang out' with me.
I showered as soon as I got home. I walked into my bedroom with
just shorts and a t-shirt on. Iris was sitting in front of the board game
we had played the day before. She smiled at me inviting me to a game. I
sat down next to her. We had not spoken to each other since it had
happened. I did not want to talk to her now.
I wanted what my cousin wanted. I wanted to be in Iris but did not
have what he did to bring the issue forward. I played a quiet game with
her. I was waiting for the knock on the door and I think she was too. She
laughed happy to have won the first game. I did not look at her just
looked at the board. I was waiting for the knock on the door and did not
notice when she put her hand on my leg. I did feel but could not focus on
the small motions she made on the inside of my thigh. My attention was
waiting for the knock that I was sure would introduce me to sex.
He rang the doorbell. I began to get up but Iris had been waiting
also. She played her hand and it trumped my cousin's.
As I was standing up, her hand moved to my crotch. I noticed that
and collapsed back down. Her hand followed me so that her palm stayed in
my crotch. I looked down at her hand; I was not imagining it. I turned to
look at her. She was finishing setting up the game board with her other
hand. I looked down at her hand again and thought about its placement.
I tried to figure out what she was thinking. He started to hit the
doorbell about every three seconds to get me to come to the door. I was
busy looking at Iris, looking at her hand and thinking about the change in
the situation. I was getting nowhere when he started to knock on the door.
I looked at the hallway outside my room. I wanted to get up and let in
everything he was going to do.
But her hand was on me.
I looked at her again. She picked up the dice in her other hand
and turned to me. She held them up for me to take. I accepted them and
studied them in my hand. I looked back at her, she gave me eye contact. I
wanted to speak but did not want it to end. She smiled at me and her hand
started to come off my lap.
At least, I thought her hand was going to come off my lap. She
looked back to the board and waited for me to roll the dice. Her
fingertips and nails stayed on me. This time I tried not to look down at
her hand. She moved on me. She trailed her contact points along my penis.
My cousin began to pound on the door. She kept making trails on my dick
with her fingertips and nails. Surprise had stopped me from getting too
hard but surprise could not stop me with lines of pleasure being drawn on
my dick. I looked at the board still thinking about what to do. I closed
my eyes and concentrated on her motion back and forth on my dick.
My cousin increased the strength of his pounding and added an
occasional yell of my name. I was getting uncomfortable and moved my upper
body back and shifted my hips to allow my dick the expansion room I needed
when her hand started moving on me. She took the motion differently than I
meant it. I had not yet decided whether to get up or not but she seemed to
think I had and tried to change my mind.
She closed her hand on my dick; I looked down. I stopped thinking
about my cousin or Iris. I stared at her hand closed on my dick.
My mind was made up for me.
She did not know it though and I must have waited too long. She
began to stroke me slowly. I closed my eyes again enjoying the sensation
of someone else's hand giving me pleasure. I opened my eyes to look at
her. She continued to stroke me. The selfish part of me that had gotten my
cousin outside the day before whispered to me. Iris was offering herself
as the price for me not to open the door. I wanted to not be a virgin
anymore badly, but the whispers told me if I waited I would not have to
share her. Yesterday, she had accepted the naked contact with my dick. She
had to have known my cousin was going to do something but she stayed in
the room. The whispers explained she had stayed for me. She wanted what
happened but she wanted it with me. She had allowed the contact of my
flesh on her flesh.
I rolled the dice on the board ignoring the pounding at the door.
The next day my mother made me go see my cousin and his family to
the airport. He did not talk to me, he barely looked at me except to give
me angry eyes. I had accepted the Iris price so what did I care about him.
A couple of days later the twins and I were subjected to a battery
of medical tests that our parents explained away as wanting to make sure
the change in intensity our coach wanted would be okay. I thought it was
strange that I had to masturbate into a cup as part of the test. The
parents were hiding something but I was the unlucky one. The conversation
with the doctor was painfully uncomfortable so I did my best to forget it
as soon as possible. I only realized how much that conversation affected
me at the end of the summer.
The rest of the summer passed quickly in sexual moments of
increasing intensity. Day to day and even week to week my schedule varied
very little except with Iris. I took swimming practice in the morning, I
spent the time I would have in school at the Smith house playing or
talking to Rachel, I took afternoon swim practice and then my martial arts
classes. At night and on weekends, Iris and I balanced on whatever step we
were on the sexual ladder.
My cousin forced the first step but I did not know how to continue
because Iris took control when her hand stroked my dick. I expected her to
lead, but she expected me, as the male, to lead. We had to take steps
backward before we could go forward now that my cousin was no longer a
catalyst.
It started innocent enough and she did take the lead. A few nights
after my cousin left we were lying in bed when her hand touched me on the
wall side of our bunks. I turned and tried to grab her hand. She got away
from me but I followed her hand with my mine. It became a game of her
trying to catch my hand on her side, and me trying to catch her hand on
mine. Eventually, we were holding hands mostly on her side since my hand
could hang down as I lay on my stomach. Finally, I felt her hand slipt out
of mine as she fell asleep.
We played that game for days before she took the next step. The
game started the same but I heard her move on the bunk. I moved my hand
and felt her shoulder. She grabbed it and moved it to the neck of her
gown. I touched her skin understanding what she wanted me to do. I reached
into her gown until I touched a developing breast. I could feel her breath
on my forearm. I did not really know what to do but the magazines always
talked about a woman's nipples as a center of sexual pleasure. I tried to
do what I could; gentle touches, passes of my fingertips, playing with it
by tugging. She moved so that her other breast got attention. I figured
she must have liked it so did I did more of the same. After a while, I
moved back to the first breast. This continued with me going from one
breast to another. After some time, she lay down and we held hands until
she fell asleep.
Another step up came that Sunday. We were playing in the park,
nothing more chasing each other getting a sexual grab and the grabber
becoming the chased. We were alone so we were noisy in the last chase as
she ran for the apartment. I was on her heels but letting her stay ahead,
I knew we were on an edge. She ran into our apartment and inside my room.
I caught her in the middle of the room and we fell down together. I ended
up on top of her. She tried to tickle me off and it caused a lot of
squirming and rubbing on each other. I got hard as the rubbing at our hips
got to me. She stopped moving and looked at me. I wanted to keep rubbing
on her but could not with her being still. I looked into her eyes; they
were dark almost black. We froze for a a minute just looking at each
other. She moved towards me and I responded by mimicking her movement. Our
lips touched in a quick kiss. She let her head fall back down to the floor
and tickled me again. We squirmed and rubbed some more. She stopped moving
as she felt my rubbing becoming the focus of my movement. I looked down at
her, she stared back.
This time I initiated the kiss. As my first kiss, it was probably
more intense than it should have been. We broke it only to start another.
The rubbing started again, this time the kissing gave her something to
hide behind. I heard the front door open and stopped my motion. I looked
down at her. She smiled at me and moved towards me. It was another quick
kiss like the first one except it held promise.
I think the kissing was too much for both of us. We wanted the
sexual but the kissing made it intimate. We did not do it again except on
weekends. We made the chase and kiss a ritual to maintain enough distance
to be safe.
It slowed the progress for two weeks. I let her pick the time to
move forward not wanting to lose what I had and having learned she wanted
the rest. We returned to using the hand game as a method of progress. I
was playing with her breasts when her hand came up. It appeared by my
crotch. I looked at it and the whispers said it was an invitation. I
pulled my hand up to play with her hair. I had done it while we played her
board game and knew she liked it. It allowed me to turn my hips so that I
could place my crotch on her hands. She took my dick in a firm grip. I was
already hard so she stroked me slowly. I continued to play with her hair
as she did it. After a few minutes, she lay down again taking her hand
away. I thought it was over until her hand appeared. We played the catch
me game for a bit. She caught me on her side and held on. I thought it was
over and closed my eyes. She had different plans, she moved my hand to her
body. I touched naked skin trying to recognize what my fingers were
touching. It was the peach fuzz that stopped my breath. She was pushing
her pelvis up to get into a position where my hand could touch her there.
I moved downwards on her body. I was in unfamiliar territory but
was eager to become better acquainted. I felt her lips and ran my fingers
on them. I tried to match what my fingers were touching with the pictures
in the magazines. I split her lips with one finger and ran it up and down.
I was not thinking about her pleasure but trying to see with my fingers. I
felt the place where my penis would fit if I were on top of her. I dipped
a finger inside and pulled it back out again quickly. I did not know how
far she was willing to go so I took a step forward and then two back only
to return to the step she had allowed. I touched her lips again just
running my fingertips up and down. I split her lips with one finger, this
time when I moved downward I penetrated with my finger and left it inside
her. I moved my finger in and not quite out of her. In my mind, it was the
hard dick I was rubbing against the bed that was moving inside her. She
must have tired because her pelvis moved away from me. I heard moans from
below me as I rubbed myself to orgasm on the bed.
We stayed at that sexual level of my touching naked pussy for a
couple of weeks that summer.
She had things to teach me.
She grabbed my hand in certain moments and I did not understand
it. Finally, I figured out that she was stopping me when it felt good to
her and she wanted me to continue there. My fingers inside her did not do
as much for her as rubbing the juncture at top of her pussy lips. The
whole clit thing that the stories talked about cleared up for me. I wanted
to give her pleasure so one night when she stopped me I tried to focus on
where the magazines said her clit was. I felt the small bump and thought I
had it. I concentrated on the bump and changed between quick circles and
rubbing up and down. She let go of my hand but lifted her hips higher,
closer to me. I rubbed harder on the bed. I heard her gasp as I gave my
first orgasm to a woman. She dropped her hips to the bed leaving my hand
hanging down. Her moan at the aftershocks was company for my orgasm.
My learning how to give her orgasms hindered our moving forward. I
guess she wanted to enjoy them. I thought it would make what I really
wanted more possible so did not complain.
After a week of giving her pleasure, I was ready for something
new. I was lying on my bed in just shorts one night that my stepfather had
taken my mother and Marisa out. I was never a part of those type of family
functions so Iris and I were alone in the house. She was cleaning up in
the kitchen. She did not have to but I think she was aware that we were
going to make a forward leap.
I had not planned it, but I knew what I was going to do. I opened
a Penthouse and started looking through it waiting for her. It was a part
of bringing our sexual play into the open and not reserving it for
bedtime. She came into the room and closed the door behind her. I did not
look at her. She moved around the room for a time slowly getting closer to
the bed.
She sat down by me and looked at the magazine.
"Look at this," I said pointing at the pictures. Not the best line
but it was something. She nodded and stared at the pictures of the naked
centerfold. I sat up and changed pages. I put my hand on her stroking up
and down her back.
We looked at the magazine for a while with me just rubbing her
back. We got to the end of the magazine and I pushed it off the bed. She
did not say anything or move away. I gave her a very inexperienced back
rub. She put her head down so her dark hair took her face from my view.
The only light in the room was coming from the window.
I pulled her back so we could lay down. I stroked her stomach
moving up to her neck. With our legs off the bed, I was not where I wanted
to be. I grabbed one of her arms and pulled her with me as I straightened
us. She allowed me to guide her into position. She maintained her silence
but her willingness to move with me was enough of a response for me to
continue. She wearing a dress which made what I wanted that afternoon
easier. I played from her stomach to her neck without touching her
breasts. I began to feel the heat from her body. I moved my hand to her
opposite side and pushed myself up so I was looking down at her. Her eyes
were closed but she was relaxed. I moved down and took her into a kiss;
she kissed me back.
I wanted the kissing to be a part of it. I knew the kissing would
be the beginning in other relationships and this was opportunity to see
how that worked. I lay more of my weight on top her which freed my hand to
touch her. I stroked her stomach and moved to cup a small breast. I rubbed
her through the dress only enough to make the next touch not seem
unnatural. I reached down below her dress and stroked her thighs with my
fingertips. She tensed so I continued to stroke her legs and kissing her
until she relaxed again. When she did, I took the stroking higher until I
was below her short dress but not on her panties. She tensed again and
again I kept it there until she relaxed. Next I moved to stroking her
pubic area through her panties. This time it took less time for her to
relax. I felt her cede control to me. I did not know how far she would go
but while I planned a big step it seemed to be the natural one to me.
I moved until a pair of my fingers were stroking pussy through the
cloth. I felt familiar wetness grow through her panties. I concentrated on
the wetness wanting it to grow beyond her power to control need. I moved
my hips away from her. I used the hand not stroking her to push my shorts
down my legs. I slowly pulled one leg out of my shorts and then the other.
I was completely naked on the same bed but Iris was still wearing all of
her clothing. I thought her clothing would keep from panicking and
stopping me.
I concentrated again on her pleasure changing the rhythm of my
rubbing every few strokes to keep her orgasm at bay. I had learned a lot
about giving her pleasure with my hand in the last week. I slowly
approached her with my hips. I had pushed the dress up her body so her
entire legs were exposed. One last movement brought my dick in contact
with her naked hip. She did not seem to notice and I did not push the
issue.
I moved my hand away from her panty covered pussy and started
rubbing her stomach. I heard her moan in disappointment so I moved to the
waist band of her panties and pushed fingers underneath to play them on
her pubic hair. She froze again but I continued to play lightly with her
pubes. It took the longest time for her to relax. I kept my hips still to
let her mind and body fight out her next step. I had pushed it with both a
naked touch of my hand and dick. I moved up and kissed her hoping that
would help her body win. She reached up to grab the back of my head and
deepened the kiss. I knew it meant she was going to hide behind the
kissing again.
I let it go for a minute letting her build the screen. I moved my
hand down so that I could run a finger through her lips. On the way back,
I focussed on her clit letting it have a vote in our actions. She grabbed
my hair tightly for a moment and then relaxed. I played with her pussy
lips touching just the outside, up and down, parting them with a finger up
and down, using two fingers to spread them open, but always ending a
series with strokes on her clit meant to take her closer to pleasure.
She had taught me a lot about bringing her pleasure with my hands
in the last week.
My next move was to push her panties slowly down her legs to allow
me freer access to her pussy. She did not tense up at this just broke the
kiss with a moan and putting her head back on the pillow. She turned her
face away from me. I continued to play with her pussy using what she had
taught to keep her final pleasure away but bringing it closer step by slow
step. I pushed up on knee so that I could free my other hand. I used that
to grab her hand and close it on my hard dick; she gripped it. I lay back
down and continued my stroking on her body. This time I moved hips in
conjunction with the movement of my hand.
She was closer to orgasm than I was so I was not surprised when I
felt her body give its signals. I opened her pussy lips and used two
fingers to stroke her over the top. She gave a small yell and came on my
hand. I continued to rub knowing it brought her even more pleasure.
Her body stopped its reaction and I moved to lay on my back. She
let go of my dick and I thought it was over. She turned towards me and
gripped my dick with her other hand. She was not looking at me or my dick.
She gave the wall the same look she had the time my cousin and I were
trying to rub our cocks on her face. She stroked my dick. I closed my eyes
and smiled up at the bottom of my bunk; her stroking me was what I wanted.
She did not play with me the way I had with her. She kept up a
steady up and down stroke until I hunched my hips into her hands. She
stopped and let me fuck her hand before she started a faster stroke
getting the message that I needed more. I relaxed my hips on the bed and
let her continue without my help.
My orgasm came quickly after that. I gasped as my dick hardened a
little more and then cum shot out of my dick and onto my stomach. She kept
stroking until I stopped moving and my dick stopped cumming.
I lay there even after she got up and left the room.
The mutual masturbation removed the pressure to rush forward
towards what was becoming the inevitable conclusion to our sexual contact.
I had been ignoring my cum since my mother did not say anything about my
dirty laundry but having it hit the wall was not something I wanted to
deal with so orgasms as a part of the hand game were out. We settled into
her orgasms and my rubbing on the bed during the weekdays. We had couple
more weekends where on both Saturday and Sunday we had masturbation trades
on her bed.
We were in the middle of summer when the stakes were raised again.
It was not a major advance, but it was a necessary one. We had started as
a normal mutual masturbation except that her panties were around one
ankle. and her legs were spread bent at the knees to give me the freest
access to date. I was enjoying the freedom by keeping her on the edge
having more to stimulate. I had not put her hand on my dick yet. I wanted
our pleasure to be separate; it allowed me better control over hers. It
was an uncle lesson.
"Her pleasure first." He had said to me. "She'll forgive you a lot
if her pleasure is always first." I had not understood what he was trying
to teach me at the time. It was only with a girl naked with my hand
rubbing her to orgasm that I understood.
Her pleasure first.
She had her eyes closed so did not see when I straddled her body
so that my dick rested on her stomach. I had continued the motion on her
pussy but now I had to reach behind me to continue. I changed the stroking
to get her off.
She came down fast and opened her eyes to the sight of me on her
stomach. She looked at my crotch; I reached down and grabbed both her
hands put them on my hard dick. She did not look away as her hands stroked
me. I looked at her the entire time to make sure of that. I wanted the
acknowledgement of what we were doing and where we were heading. For the
first time she varied her strokes on me. She attempted to give me more
pleasure by doing as I did with her. I would approach orgasm with one
stroke and she changed it to a different kind. It was a new experience for
me, I helped her by trying to think of other things. It did not work very
well but she was doing a good enough job by herself.
My favorite was when she would stroke from the base of my dick up
and off my dick and then did the same with her other hand. She traded
hands on my dick and I felt myself crawl towards the largest orgasm of my
life. She must have felt it because she grabbed me with both hands and
stroked me fast and hard.
It WAS the largest orgasm of my young life and the most productive
in cum. I held onto the bottom of my bunk as I came on her stomach. She
moved back to the motion of one hand up and off my dick and then the other
hand milking my dick of every drop of cum it had to give for that orgasm.
I did not get off her when I was done. I looked at her and she
looked up at me. I put a hand on her stomach and spread my cum to form a
thin film on her skin. She never stopped looking at me. I stayed on top of
her until my cum dried on her.
I got off her to lie down next to her. She sat up, put her panties
and her dress back on. She turned to me and lay down with one hand across
my chest and her head on my shoulder.
I spent the next half hour listening to her breathing.
I had a two day competition the next weekend that Rachel drove me
and the twins to so nothing new occurred between Iris and I. It gave me
time to think. I have to admit the thinking did not help very much since
we were trading control back and forth but at no time did I know who's
turn it would be next until the next step had been taken. Rachel seemed to
enjoy the trip, I was not in the mood to deal with the twins so I spent a
lot of time listening to her. She drowned out the thoughts of Iris.
Iris and I did not play the hand game until Wednesday when I
returned. We reverted to the very beginning with her holding my hand until
she fell asleep. We were not scared it was just a brief visit to
innocence.
Sunday started with a massive argument that ended only when my
stepfather stormed out of the house heading for his younger brother's home
to get drunk to the nines. My mother grabbed Marisa and yelled at us that
she was going to visit one of my Aunt's and would not be back until late.
I heard the ice cream truck. Iris and I raced downstairs to catch
it. We sat in the park enjoying the cold of the ice cream and the heat of
the day.
We joined a tennis ball baseball game. I played while Iris cheered
from the side. The game ended and most of us started to play a game of 31,
a team version of tag. At around dinner time, everyone started to go their
own way. Iris and I walked to a near sandwich place and had some for our
dinner. We ate in the park not talking much. After eating, we started to
run around the park with no purpose.
She pushed me into a fence and ran from me, I chased her. It
became our game of sexual grab tag. It ended the way they always did. She
was the runner and I was fast on her heels. She ran into the apartment and
I caught her in the middle of my room. We fell to the floor with me on top
of her.
There was a difference though, she was wearing sweatpants and she
ended up on her stomach this time. I had gotten hard when she grabbed me
the last time before it was my turn to chase her. I was still hard as my
dick lay on her ass. She lay quietly beneath me.
I thought about what I could do considering the circumstances. I
could get up but I was enjoying the position. Finally, I got up to sit
with my ass by her knees. I looked down at her; she waited for me. I
reached down grabbed sweatpants and panties and pulled them to her knees.
I looked at her naked ass. She started to wriggle and might have stopped
it except that I lay back down but not on top of her though. I put one leg
across her knees to pin her legs and lay by her side. She stopped
wriggling and waited for me again. I used my foot to push her sweatpants
and panties farther down her legs while my hand traced patterns on her
buttocks. I liked female asses, and this was the first opportunity I had
to play with one. I grabbed each buttock and pulled it away from the
other. I grabbed each as hard as I could. I went back to tracing patterns.
I wondered if she would enjoy being touched from this angle and
proceeded to move my hand to touching her pussy. It was already wet so I
slipped a finger inside of her. She made little moaning sounds. It was
different because her clit was on the far end but there was something more
mentally stimulating for me. I rubbed her pussy, stuck a finger inside of
her and pumped it for a few strokes, rubbed her clit, and then played with
her ass. I continued that pattern until I felt her getting real close to
her orgasm. I gave her clit the attention it wanted and had a finger
inside her when her body began convulsing with pleasure. I kept rubbing
even after she was done and her body did not come completely down as every
other time. I got up almost on top her and increased my hand rubbing on
her pussy. She came again after a few minutes and it stunned me.
I did not know she could do that. The magazines had spoken of it
but usually it was oral sex and then dick sex. I did not know she could
come more than once with the same act. I stopped the rubbing and played
with her pussy lips. I sat up and undid the button of my jeans. I stared
at her ass and 'The Itch' came to my mind. I pushed my jeans down to my
knees and off my legs. I kept playing with her pussy lips as I stared at
her ass and my dick while thinking of 'The Itch.'
I was not scared of going all the way. It just seemed like going
all the way required certain steps beforehand.
I straddled her legs and grabbed an asscheek in each hand. I
squeezed and kneaded them. I separated them and looked down at her. I
studied her pussy and ass. I moved up and carefully placed my hard dick
between her asscheeks. I rubbed myself back and forth enjoying the feeling
of her skin on my dick. The contact was softer than her palms plus I
controlled the motion. I pushed her asscheeks together to give me more
contact and rubbed myself back and forth. I began to alternate between
spreading her asscheeks and using them to hold my dick while I rubbed
against her. I lay down on top of her with my dick along her asscrack. I
put my weight on my hips and started to rub myself with intention. I put
my hands above her head and she grabbed my wrists with her hands. She
moved her ass to help me to my orgasm. I sped up the movement of my hips
until I felt the pressure get to the breaking point. I stopped moving and
let rubbing her ass on my dick finish me. I came and felt the wetness on
my stomach. I rubbed against her again as the orgasm ended to hold on to
the pleasure a little bit longer.
We lay there with my dick on her ass and my cum on our skin. I
slipped to the side but pulled and turned her so that we stayed in contact
exactly as we had been when I came.
We were too young and inexperienced to extend the time before
intercourse with something like oral sex. That is to say I was too young
and she let me lead too much for us to extend the time before intercourse
with oral sex. I knew about it from the magazines but it was not as real
as my dick inside a woman. We also could not be alone during the week
because of my practice and martial arts classes. The weekends held pockets
of time but we almost always had to look over our shoulders in case
someone came home.
After getting to the rubbing myself on her ass to cum stage, it
was almost the end of the summer before I forced the final step.
It was the second to last summer weekend. We had gone to the lake
in the mountains. We left Friday morning and were not planning to come
home until Sunday afternoon. Most of the extended family was going; both
on my mother and stepfather's side. Nobody really got along but my
stepfather still tried to make it all work.
Naturally the summer was a repeat of every year before. Each side
made angry eyes at the other; my mother and stepfather channeled each
side's dislike into vocal arguments of increasing intensity. The younger
set was no better but we were smart enough not to bother trying to get
along and separated into family packs.
The lake was meant for recreational boating but for swimming there
was a public pool. Most of the kids spent their time there albeit on
opposite sides according to family lines.
Iris took every opportunity in the pool to grab my dick. If we
played pool tag, her touch would always be on my dick. If we were
roughhousing it, she would try to distract me by running her hand up and
down my hardening dick. Time out of the water was no better. She touched
me every chance she got. I tried to be stoic about it but sharing a cabin
with some of my younger cousins meant I could not get relief from Iris or
myself.
Late Sunday morning I went for a walk around the lake. Every year
I tried to get all the way around but usually got bored too fast. For the
most part it was a way to get away from the families.
Iris went with me that year. She had free reign with the teasing
on the walk. The first time she pulled me into the woods and shoved a hand
down my swim trunks and gave me a couple of strokes. She stopped suddenly
and ran down the path. I had no choice except to follow her especially
when I saw a pair of hikers coming our way preventing me from getting some
revenge.
Five minutes later she did the same thing again.
The time after that she pushed my trunks down and stroked my dick
for longer. When she ran, it was fifteen minutes before we were alone on
the path again. She looked at the woods and asked when we were going to
turn around. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking back. She pulled
me into the woods again. She pushed my shorts down and stroked me to a
violent hardness. She ran when she felt me move to grab her. I pulled my
shorts up and walked back to the path. I was determined now to let her
play her game. I could not win and while extremely frustrating I did know
where she lived and would get relief eventually. Of course, that was not
really my thought process. It was justification for being too distracted
by her hand on my dick every time she pulled me into the woods and
therefore not being able to grab her and get the pleasure I needed.
We got back from the walk to find that my mother and stepfather
had done their yearly blowout early. They were usually good until 3 pm
every year but this time it had started at 12:30pm. My mother pointed me
and Iris at an uncle's van. Iris and I looked at each other and walked
very fast to it having no desire to be caught in the crossfire.
We jumped into the van looked around and moved to the back. There
was only the front seats and a backseat. Past the backseat was empty
except for a large cushion to sleep on. My uncle was not in a very
succesful marriage and slept in his van whenever he got kicked out of his
house. Iris and I sat on the cushion claiming it against the arrival of
further passengers. We were both surprised when we heard the driver side
door slam shut, the engine start, and the van start moving.
"Both you stay back there and be quiet!" my mother yelled at us.
Iris and I looked at each other nervously. We peeked over the back
seat and saw that it was only my mother in the van with us. We ducked
behind the seat before she could notice us. We sat there waiting for my
mother to pull over and let some of the other family get in the van. There
was more than enough room in the other cars since my uncle had driven up
alone. We startled a little when my mother turned the radio on loudly.
Iris and I started playing a sitting version of our hand game.
There was more pulling on each other in this game. We got on the highway
and Iris lay down on the cushion on her side facing away from me. I turned
around so that I was sitting facing the front of the van. The horniness
had been a small discomfort. I had been aware of it but it had been there
since the first time Iris grabbed me in the pool. We had been on the
highway for twenty minutes when my dick brought the horniness to the
forefront and blotted out everything else.
I started rubbing the small of her back. She was wearing a thin,
short summer dress so it moved freely beneath my hand. I watched as every
upward movement made the dress ride up her legs. I started to make an
effort to get the dress to move upward. I rubbed her back a little
bunching the dress up, moved my hand upward with just enough pressure
so the dress rode up.
I got the dress to just below her ass when I moved to rubbing the
back of her thighs. I ran my fingertips and nails on them in small circles
and long lines. I felt her body give small shivers at the treatment. I put
my hand on the inside of her knee and ran it upwards until I was beneath
her dress. I pushed that side of the dress up and off her ass. I used my
other hand to get the other side up to her waist. I went back to running
small circles on her legs to see if she would let the dress stay there.
She did so I moved the circles to her buttcheeks. I straddled her
legs and started running my fingers on her ass with both hands. I felt
small shivers run through her body again. I took that to be signal that I
could move on. She was wearing white panties and I ran the tips of my
fingers along the edges at her waist and her buttcheeks.
I waited for her to start wriggling her ass before I went to the
next movement in our dance. We had done this before and it was almost
choreographed. It took longer than usual probably because my mother was
driving. I tried to persuade her by running my fingers just on the inside
of her panties. It did the trick and she start to wriggle and roll her
hips side to side.
I made her wait figuring it was only fair after what she had done
during the walk. I was also a little nervous with my mother in the van. I
got up on my knees to look over the seat. My mother was very focused on
the road and looked to be talking to herself. I had seen her like this
before and even though it was a five hour drive thought we might just make
it back without her taking a break.
I sat back and looked at Iris's ass. I reached to the waist of her
panties and started to pull them down. She raised her hips a little to
give me what I needed to get them past the important area. I moved
backwards and got them just a little past her knees. I got off her legs,
raised up her calves and in a quick motion got them completely off her.
She started to get up to protest but I straddle one leg and kept her down
with one hand on the small of her back. She lay down for a second but her
body tensed as she prepared to make another attempt to get up. I pushed
the leg I was not straddling away from me to give me better access. I
opened her pussy lips with my free hand enough to be able to put two
fingers on her clit and start to rub.
She raised her ass; not to get up but to increase the pressure.
Having gotten the vote from her body, I eased off her clit and and moved
to grabbing and kneading her ass. I looked down at her pussy as it opened
and closed depending on my actions with her asscheeks. She gave a little
moan when I pulled one hand off her ass and penetrated her with two
fingers. I fucked my fingers in and out of her.
I had learned she liked this but it made her upward climb very
slow. It was easier to keep her up there if I did this though. I had given
her more than one orgasm a session since I found out she could have more.
It had changed our sexual relationship. Her participation became more open
like the ass wriggling. I also began to control the action more when she
started to get multiple orgasms. It was something that I had filed away as
very useful information.
I moved to rubbing her clit exclusively. I wanted her to have an
orgasm but not come down from it completely. I did not have to wait long.
She pushed her face into the cushion, lifted her ass and pushed it towards
me. I pulled my fingers from her clit and pushed them inside her. She was
too far gone to not orgasm but it had a touch of emptiness to it. I needed
that emptiness because my body was in total agreement with the whispers
that had started in the woods as she teased me about what we were going to
do. I pumped my fingers in and out of her slowly. I made each finger dip
shallower so that she had to raise her ass and open herself if she wanted
to get deeper penetration. She did exactly what I wanted with her body so
when she was in position I stopped moving backwards.
I got up on my knees but kept my upper body low so that my mother
could not see me over the backseat. I pushed one side of my shorts down my
hips. I kept up the motion with my fingers so that she would not turn
around. I had been naked in front of her before especially in this
position but I did not want to take the chance that my mother would make
her wary. I pushed the other side of my shorts down. I shoved my fingers
as deep into her as I could and started to rub the inside walls of her
pussy. She rolled her ass to help. I lifted a leg and pushed my shorts to
my knees. I used my feet to get my sneakers off and in another quick move
got my shorts off one leg. I repeated the actions on the other side so
that I was naked from the waist down.
Fate was on Iris and my side that day because if my mother had
stopped we would not have been able to collect ourselves fast enough to
not get caught.
I straddled her leg again. She put her face in the cushion again
telling me she was close to another orgasm. I bent the leg I was not
straddling at the knee and pushed the leg outward again. This opened her
pussy completely to me. I moved forward and shifted over so that my dick
was pointed at her pussy. I moved my finger out of her pussy and moved my
hand down so that my thumb was rubbing her clit but my dick would have
access to her opening. It slowed her ascent down but very soon she started
to approach the edge of her orgasm again. I moved closer to what I needed.
She was too close to cumming to feel where my dick touched her as I moved
into position.
This was a lesson from uncles. "Get her close to the edge and from
there she'll take just about anything if it gets her over also."
Iris was close and so was I. I touched her naked pussy with my
dick for the first time. I rubbed her clit faster so that she would not
notice. I used my other hand to line myself up. I opened her with that
hand and put the head of my dick so that when I let go of her pussy lips
they closed around it. I pushed forward enough to know I would penetrate
with a quick hip movement. I grabbed her asscheek with my free hand so
that she would be open for the thrust. I was not in a very comfortable
position but my dick was the focus of my attention so any discomfort was
ignored. I pushed in with the thumb at her clit and made my motions much
smaller and tighter on her clit.
I felt small shivers in her body that signalled the beginning of
her orgasm. I thrust in with my hips getting a good two inches of my dick
inside of her. She made an attempt to get up which only seated me deeper
inside her.
My body moved to block her from escape. My left hand grabbed her
by the base of her ponytail and pulled her head back. My right hand
reached around to cup her mouth. I stayed liked that only long enough so
that the pressure I applied over her mouth told her to keep quiet. In the
meantime, I moved my right leg up to block the leg I was not straddling
from moving in, keeping her open to my dick.
I took my right hand off her mouth and grabbed her asscheeck
tightly. I pulled it upwards to make her pussy more accessible. I could
not wait any longer, I pulled back an inch and then thrust into her trying
to get completely inside her. I almost managed it but not quite. I pulled
back two inches from that level of penetration and thrust into her again.
It got me as far as the position would allow me inside her, I felt her
move her hips down at the end to try to avoid the brunt of my thrust. It
did not matter I was seated firmly inside my first pussy.
I felt it then, one of the best feelings in the world. It was so
unique to my experience that I opened my eyes. She had done a small roll
with her hips similar to the one that she did to signal I could take her
panties off. After the roll, my dick had been squeezed by her pussy as if
she was trying to push me out. I naturally pushed into her to prevent it.
Her pussy had opened to accept the push and then had squeezed me again. It
opened again and I felt a flood of wet warmth. She thrust back with her
ass and her pussy had squeezed me again.
I looked at her. I was still pulling her head back by her ponytail
but she had a hand over her mouth trying to prevent any noise from
escaping. She was a willing participant in her own fucking and it took me
over the top. I pulled back halfway and managed to thrust into her before
I lost it.
It was another one of the those best feelings in the world. My
cock released my cum into its first pussy. I convulsed as I felt another
shot of cum escaping my body. Iris had learned something about this from
somewhere because she rolled her hips and squeezed her pussy increasing my
pleasure by milking my dick. I did not pull back or try to push farther
into her. I let go of her ponytail and put my hand down beside her head. I
let more of my weight settle on my hips to keep me inside her as I rolled
my head back and enjoyed the last vestiges of my first fuck orgasm.
I should have pulled out of Iris and fallen down beside her, that
should have been how my first fuck ended. But I had been teased in
increasing intesity for the last three days. I was also at an age where
quantity was what counted as sexual stamina.
I started to pull out and the friction was a source of pleasure. I
had been too busy in that first series of thrusts concentrating on getting
inside of Iris to enjoy being inside my first pussy. I had come down far
enough where the feeling of a pussy around my dick became the focus. I
pulled back but Iris's pussy was gently fighting the motion. I only got
halfway back before I moved my hips forward so that I was heading toward
depth again.
I did it again.
Pulled back slowly allowing her pussy a chance to try to convince
my dick not to leave, and then thrust back into her just as slowly. I did
this for awhile; a slow pull back and then a thrust back into her.
I put my right hand back on her asscheek and pulled upward again.
I sat up a little more so that I could look at our joining. I pulled back
almost completely out of her and pushed back in again. It hypnotized me;
the motion, the vision of my dick and her pussylips. It was true when I
pulled back her pussylips puffed outward as if her pussy was elongating
itself to give me a chance to change my mind. When I thrust forward, her
pussy turned inward welcoming my dick.
I wanted to try something else that I had seen in a magazine and
had nearly cum at the sight of. I pulled my right leg and grabbed her
right leg my hand. I pulled it towards her left leg so that I could
straddle both her legs. It had caused me to pull out of her slightly. I
thrust myself back inside her deeply.
I sat back a little pulling some of my dick out of her. I thrust
into her and back in small motions with my hips. It looked fantastic
almost as if I were fucking her ass. It felt even better though especially
when she got into it and rolled her hips as I penetrated into her.
I felt the horniness in my dick increase as I hardened completely
again. I tried to make the small thrust faster but they were no longer
enough. I put my hands on either side of her shoulders and leaned my upper
body towards her. She raised her ass up a little giving me a better angle.
My thrusting in and out of her was not very coordinated, Iris did not help
by attempting to thrust with me. Most the time we missed on the timing so
that she was moving downward when I was. I put a stop to it by putting my
hips down on her completely and holding myself there. She got the message
and stopped moving. I gave an experimental pump back and into her, she
accepted it without moving.
This set me free to do what I needed to release the orgasm I felt
building in my body. The thrusts were slow at first because of our failed
attempt at synchronizing. During that first fuck and later, slow full
thrusts were my favorite. I pulled back as far as I could while still
maintaining dick to pussy contact and then pushed myself inside her again.
It felt good, the pulling out slow made my foreskin cover the head of my
dick. I pulled out so that only the very tip of my dick was in her opening
marking where I was going when I reversed direction. The slow fuck back
into her felt like I was recovering some part of my first penetration into
a pussy and reliving it. The part of me that was still aware of my
surrounding took note that the slow pullout and repenetration were driving
Iris insane. Not a bad insane, but a 'if I keep this up the orgasm is
going to feel like it lasted a week' insane.
Unfortunately, the rest of me wanted a version of insane for
myself that would only last seconds. I only pulled out about halfway and
then thrust back into Iris hard. She grunted and her pussy squeezed me in
the beginning throes of orgasm. My control shattered and I started to pump
in and out of her as fast as I could. It was not long after that I felt
something clench in my ass and the floodgates opened. I managed to grip
the cushion in my hands as cum seemed to pour out of my dick into Iris. It
was a different orgasm than the first, it was longer and my dick had a
dull ache throughout it. I dropped my head so that my forehead was resting
on Iris's ponytail. She began to clench and unclench her pussy on my cock
while rolling her hips. I wondered if my uncles had given her sexual
lectures also as her actions cradled my fall from orgasm.
This time I did pull out and let myself slide to her side. I put
my hand on her back and closed my eyes. I knew I could not fall asleep but
most of me wanted desperately to do just that. I sat up when I felt myself
drifting knowing if I let the tide take me my mother might catch me naked
in the back of the van which was something I did not want to explain. I
looked around and grabbed my shorts and Iris' panties. She had sat up with
me but did not look at me when I handed the panties to her.
I put my shorts on and lay down looking at the top of the van. I
guessed that we must not have made too much noise since my mother had not
yelled at us to be quiet or stopped the van to investigate. This time I
let myself go when I felt myself drifting towards sleep.
I have never been capable of smelling 'post-coital' scents. I can
definitely tell by smell when a woman is turned on but that is pretty much
the only sex smell that I recognize. If I had more experience, I would
have known that the smell was overpowering enough for my mother not to
have to guess what we were doing in the back.
We visited a rest stop two hours from home for food. We had lost
the rest the of the families far behind according to my mother. She was
very talkative and physically affectionate to me.
We very rarely touched so it was a surprise to me to have her hug
me four or five times in a half hour period. I put it down to her needing
comfort since the argument had been more venomous than usual. I hoped that
this marked the end of my mother's marriage.
We piled into the van and I sat in the backseat staring at the
road. I did not think I had raped Iris but I was a little disturbed with
the thought that I might have forced something from her she was not ready
to give. I did not doubt she had enjoyed it but still.
Iris was sitting in the passenger front seat chatting with my
mother. I stared at her trying to figure out what she was feeling. She
seemed relaxed and was happily entertaining my mother with girl talk. As I
continued staring, I noticed she seemed more real to me. I shrugged
thinking it was probably that we had sex and if she did not think I had
forced her we would probably have more of it. I thought that probably
helped in making someone more real to the eyes of a 13 year old male. I
looked into the back of the van to see if we had messed up the cushion.
I nearly panicked.
Lying in the middle of cushion were Iris's white panties. I
snapped back to look at Iris. She had not gone in the back of the van
after the rest stop. I had given them back to her but she must not have
put them on. She had been walking around and eating with her sex exposed
to fresh air. She was wearing a thin short summer dress so there must have
been slips where other people could notice. Even now sitting in the
passenger seat, my mother could have seen her pantyless state if she
looked for it.
The rest of the trip the imagery played out in my head.
"Iris are you wearing panties?" my mother would ask curiously.
"No sister, David took them from me." Iris would say innocently
sealing my fate. After that I could only hope we were hit head on by a
truck that had crossed the divider. Worse if my stepfather was the one
that found out, he would be proven right about everything and be male
about the entire situation to my mother and me.
Nothing like that happened but I was on tenderhooks until my
mother parked in front of our apartment building. I made sure to get the
panties from the back of the van. I had nowhere to hide them so I had to
be satisfied with stuffing them in my shorts.
We hung out in the park with the girl talk continuing while we
waited for the rest of the families. I sat across from their park bench
praying that I would escape from the 'Iris without panties around the
families' situation. I noticed that I was getting peeks of peach-fuzz bush
and pussy lips every now and then as Iris moved. She definitely had to
have give someone who noticed a show at the rest stop. I became
increasingly surprised that my mother had not noticed.
The families arrived and we started stacking people's belongings.
There was still food so a truce was declared so that people could eat. It
nearly drove me crazy because there were more people around Iris and I
knew any minute I would hear the question.
"Iris, why aren't you wearing panties."
"David took them off me in the van."
I froze as one of my uncle's put a hand on the small of Iris back
to lean down and talk to her. Normally, I would not have noticed what
happened next but everything Iris did and what people might be seeing
because of it had become very important. My uncle's hand took a dip
downward, cupped a cheek and then patted it. His hand stopped moving as he
discovered what I had feared someone else would. He moved his hand to the
small of her back and ran his fingers down the crack of her ass obviously
looking for her panties. You would think it would not be possible for me
to be more still than frozen but I managed it. My mind shutdown to protect
me from the ramifications when my uncle looked at me smiled and nodded.
I nodded back dumbly.
The truce held long enough for the families to make it into the
liquor. It was a public park so the conspiracy helped keep the truce alive
until enough of them were hitting the beginning stages of drunk. I carried
our stuff upstairs figuring that would give me a little peace before the
wars started.
I was surprised that everyone got along fine and were all intent
on ignoring the sniping going on between my mother and my stepfather. I
just watched Iris and my uncles as my mind started to allow me access to
the possibilities in my uncle's smile. He was the oldest and Iris had
lived with his family before moving in with us. His wife was from the old
country and reminded me very much of my aunts. She did not quite worship
my uncle but there was definitely no doubt he was in charge and she was
happy to have it so. My mind shutdown again when I caught most of my
uncles inspecting Iris for panties. They all gave me the same smile and
nod.
I thought about something else and my heart stopped and then
raced. I had not thought about the consequences of what I was doing so
pregnancy had not been on my mind before, during or after I fucked Iris.
A baby would be much more difficult to explain. My breath exploded out of
my lungs as I remembered that was one bullet I was not going to be
catching. Two months before "The Itch" the twins and I managed to get
infected with every childhood disease under the sun. We each got a
different one and traded between us causing a very miserable month. The
battery of tests after my male cousin from Puerto Rico left had been due
to the that. The doctors had worried that the combination of diseases, the
fevers that we ran, and our age could combine for permanent damage. The
parents knew we had to be tested as soon they were sure we were
ejaculating. I was the unlucky one because I was at the beginning of major
sexual development that month. The reason that conversation with my doctor
was uncomfortable was that he was tried to explain in front of my mother
that the odds of my having children without major medical assistance were
astronomically low. I was except for a 1 in one hundred million chance
sterile. The good side of that conversation came to me as I sat watching
Iris. I relaxed and thought considering I dodged that bullet what it did
matter that Iris was walking around without panties.
I went back to watching my uncles and Iris. My eyes wandered over
to my youngest aunt after Iris. She was watching me watch my uncles and
Iris. It was in her eyes, she knew what I had done and knew why my
attention was focussed on my uncles and Iris.
She smiled at me also.
There was hunger in that smile and my mind did the shutdown trick
for a third time that afternoon.
It was much longer before my mind let me look at my extended
family again. There was something going on, very much underneath the
surface but they were letting me take a look at it now. Maybe I was wrong
but I could not escape the conclusion that there was something here I was
being allowed to see for the first time. I sat in the park for the rest of
the family drunken truce trying to figure out all the possibilities. It
was fruitless but better than looking too deeply into the ones that made
the most sense.
I headed upstairs to shower when it became obvious that soberiety
was going to make an early visit. I took a long shower with water hot
enough to be nearly scalding. I did not do a lot of thinking beneath the
water, mostly I let the heat wash away any thinking.
I got out of the shower when I heard the loud knock on the door. I
did not want my stepfather on my case that night. It had all in all been a
great day even with the confusion of my family and the fears over Iris. I
did not think Iris was going to hold the way it happened against me and if
she did it would only be for a little while. I would have to take a step
or two back but we lived in the same room. I had time and she could not
avoid me.
I walked to my room with just shorts and a t-shirt on. I heard my
mother and Iris talking in the kitchen when I passed it. It was dark out
and almost my bedtime so there was no reason not to get into bed. I was
hoping to avoid any conversation with Iris if she was holding a grudge for
what I had done. Tommorrow would be soon enough to deal with that.
The door opening woke me up. I turned my head to see who it was.
Iris was walking into the room with a towel wrapped around her. I looked
at the clock; I had slept for an hour. I stared at the ceiling while Iris
got ready for bed. I listened for noises outside our room but there was
nothing. Marisa would be asleep as soon as the opportunity allowed after
the type of weekend she had. My stepfather had been the heaviest drinker
in the park so he was probably asleep or rapidly approaching it. My mother
had been kept busy during the trip so I knew she would crash at her first
opportunity.
Iris got into her bunk beneath me. I listened to her get
comfortable. I looked back at the ceiling and started to think of what had
happened in the van. I could see in my mind what I had done, my body
remembered how she felt around my hard dick. I hoped I had not crossed the
line so that I could enjoy that again soon. I put my hand on my dick as it
hardened. I gave some serious thought to masturbation but decided not to
because I did not want to bring me and Iris to a head just then.
I heard the hand on the wall beside me. I turned and looked at it.
Iris had reached up where she knew my hips would be and was trying to grab
at me. I put my hand on hers. She grabbed it and pulled on me to get my
hand on her side.
I let her hand go and rolled off the side of the bed to stand
beside our bunks. I looked at her. She had pulled her hand down and lay
down completely on the bed. She pulled her legs up so they were bent at
the knees spread.
I understood it for the invitation it was.
I pulled the t-shirt over my head and pushed the shorts off my
body. I crawled between her legs, she reached between my legs and grabbed
my dick. I looked at her face; she was smiling at me. I brought my face to
hers for a kiss as I felt her place me carefully where a small movement
had me penetrating her with the head of my dick. I felt her put her hands
on my hips and she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. I pushed into her
with my hips penetrating her pussy as deep as I could with my dick while
at the same time my tongue invaded her mouth. She was wet and warm in both
places.
I felt her bring her legs up to take a light grip on my sides. She
hitched her hips so that the angle was better for our body. The motion got
me a little deeper inside her, I felt her body open to accept the extra
depth my body required. It had been a practiced motion; she had known what
it would do for her, what it would do for me. I thought about my uncle
smiling at me, about my aunt smiling at me.
Hers had been a hungry smile.
I started pumping into Iris as she grabbed my head and made the
kiss more intimate. I wanted to give her pleasure but I wanted to cum
inside of her pussy again. It was only the second time I had been inside
of a woman and my body wanted the completion that came with losing
control. I did as I remembered seeing in a magazine. I put my hands on the
inside of each of her legs. I pulled my upper body back and pushing her
legs down to spread her even more underneath me. I held her spread beneath
me. I lost control of myself and thrust into her hard. I felt her give a
small yelp and then she grabbed my hips but not to stop me just to be
touching me. I let the control stay lost and pumped into her as hard as I
could. She sank her nails into my hips in approval. I looked down at her
but could barely focus. I kept pumping in and out of her hard. I felt
small prickles on my chest as I approached my orgasm.
She put me over the top when she started coming. Her ass came off
the bed and she pushed herself to me. She rolled her hips in wild circles
as her body exploded in pleasure. I felt her body rub itself on the head
of my dick. I stopped moving but that only made her circle harder and
faster. I shot into her as the stimulation became too much. She reached up
and pulled me into a kiss as she kept her hips moving not to give herself
pleasure but to extend mine.
I kissed her through my orgasm, past the aftershocks, and until I
felt my dick softening in her. I tried to get up to pull out of her, but
she wrapped her arms around me and kept me in place. I looked at her and
she shook her head. I let her have her way and kissed her. We slept
spooned to each other that night.
We slept like that a lot. My stepfather was in and out of the
house. There had been something different about the argument on the day I
lost my virginity. My mother was on a hair trigger with him. She never
came into Iris and my room so if my stepfather was staying with his
brother we could sleep together naked after sex.
Iris and I did not get experimental with sex, not even oral sex.
We were young and horny. Different positions were the most daring we got
because I wanted my dick in her and she wanted the same thing. I learned
some control but for the most part I got her off with my hands and then
entered her for my own orgasm.
Expanding my sexual horizons was left for the next summer.
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