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Subject: {ASSM} Close to Home Chapter 1 (ff, first, rom, con)
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Hi, my name is Cindy and I thought I would tell you
about my life.

I'm thirty-five and the mother of three.  My two
oldest are twin boys, Mat and Harry, who are fifteen.
My youngest is Kelly, a very smart thirteen year old.
We live in the Midwest with my husband Frank.

I grew up not far from where I live now.  My parents,
my older brother and I lived in the suburbs when I was
growing up and I liked the area.  I'll start my story
when I was five years old, I don't remember too much
before then.

Chapter 1

I can remember the year I stated kindergarten and had
to go to school.  I was scared to death and really
didn't want to go.  My brother Kirk was thirteen
months older than me and in the first grade.  Kirk
teased my about being a baby when I threw a fit about
going to school, but shut up when I reminded him how
he acted when he had to go to school the first time.

Mom convinced me to go and I started school.  After a
few days, I met new friends and everything was okay.
The weekdays were all the same.  I went to school in
the morning and Kirk went all day.  In the afternoons,
we played outside with our friends and then came in
for dinner.  After dinner and an hour of television,
Mom took my brother and me to the bathroom and put us
in the tub.

Kirk and I would play in the tub for a little while
and then Mom would wash us.  After our bath, we went
to bed.  My brother and I took baths together until I
was seven and he was eight.  One day after dinner, Mom
told us that we had to take separate baths.  When we
asked why, she just told us we were getting too old to
bathe together.

At first I didn't understand why my brother and I
couldn't take our baths together.  I know we both
enjoyed the time we spent playing in the tub and
having to bathe alone wasn't much fun.  By the time I
turned twelve, I relished the privacy and had stopped
thinking about being in the tub with my brother.

I got my first period when I was twelve and Mom sat
me down for the 'talk.'  I listened to her as she
explained about sex and pregnancy.  Not once during
the entire conversion did Mom say sex was wrong.  She
told me about masturbation and I promptly said it
sounded disgusting.  Mom grinned and laughed, telling
me that someday I may find out I was wrong and then
she said it was normal.

Mom told me I could come to her and ask her anything
I wanted to know about anything, including sex.  I
felt uncomfortable at first, but by the time Mom
finished, I was at ease with most of what she
explained.

Not only did I get my first period the summer I was
twelve, I got boobs.  I really didn't pay too much
attention to the changes I was going through, but Mom
did.  One afternoon, we went shopping and she bought
me a new wardrobe of underwear.  I got bras and
panties, not the cotton panties I'd worn for years,
but nice nylon ones.  While the panties were still
briefs, I liked the way the silky material felt
against me.

In our home there was very little modesty.  While no
one ran around naked, it wasn't uncommon to see each
other in our underwear.  Once I had my new things, I
would proudly parade around the house in my bra and
panties.  The novelty finally wore off and I stopped
trying to draw attention to myself, but I didn't
always wear my robe when I went from the bathroom to
my bedroom either.

Mom would often be in her underwear while she
prepared our breakfast in the morning.  Other times,
she would wear one of Dad's shirts and her panties.
By the time I was thirteen, I found myself comparing
my body to Mom's, as well as my friends.  I voiced my
concern about the size of my breasts, but mom assured
me they were fine.

It was a week before I was to start the eighth grade
and Mom and me were in the kitchen.  My Dad was at
work and my brother had left to play ball with his
friends.  I sat at the table and stared at my orange
juice as Mom washed the dishes.

"Mom, do you think my boobies will be as big as yours
someday?"  I blushed as I asked Mom about my breasts.

"I don't know, Cindy.  Look, your breasts are just
fine, don't worry about them."

"Some of my friends have bigger boobs than I do, Mom."

"Yes, I'm sure they do, but I'll bet some of your
friends have smaller ones too."

"Yeah, Suzie is really flat, she doesn't even wear a
bra yet."  I pushed my chest out as I told Mom about
my friend.

Mom saw me and chuckled.  "Why are you worried about
it, Cindy?"

"Well, I have physical education this year and I
don't want to be embarrassed, not about the size of my
boobs."

Mom sat across from me and smiled.  "Cindy, you
should never be embarrassed about your body.  Everyone
is different, that's the way we're made.  Some girls
have big breasts and some have smaller ones.  It's
just like your hair, not all girls have the same color
hair, do they?"

I shook my head.

Reaching across the table, Mom took my hand in hers.

"Mom, how about down there?"  I pointed to my crotch.
"I have some hair there and it's not the same color as
the hair on my head, it's darker."

The hair on my head was the color of wheat, but on my
crotch it was brown.

"That's normal, Cindy, nothing to worry about."

Mom had black hair on her head and I wondered if her
pubic hair was the same color.

"Is yours different, Mom?"

Laughing, Mom stood up and pushed her panties down so
I could see her mons.  Her pubic hair was just as
black as the hair on her head.  The thing I really
noticed was the fact that her hair wasn't a triangle
like mine; hers was just a thin strip.

Mom must have realized what I was staring at.  "I
keep it trimmed.  If I don't it looks funny when I
wear a bathing suit."

Mom covered herself, sat down and grinned at me.  I
felt funny inside and squirmed in my chair.  I had
discovered that touching myself between my legs made
me excited and I had the same feeling.  When I took my
showers, I would spend a little extra time washing
myself between my legs.  I found if I did it long
enough, something happened and it was wonderful.  Just
like Mom had told me, I had begun to masturbate.

My first few days of eighth grade were pure bedlam
for me.  It was the first time I was in the middle
school building and managed to get lost several times.
At home, my brother would tease me about getting lost
and Mom would yell at him.

By the end of the first week, I was getting
comfortable and knew my way around.  My friends and I
would all eat lunch together and talk about our
favorite subject, boys.  We would tell each other
which boys we liked and which ones we though were
jerks.  Kathy, a girl I'd known since first grade and
my best friend, told my she liked my brother and it
came as a real shock to me.

"You think my nerd brother is cute?  Kirk is such a
dweeb, all he does is play on his computer and read
books," I said.

Although I acted like I thought my brother was
strange, the truth was I adored him.  Kirk helped my
with my homework anytime I asked him to and because of
his help, I got real good grades.  We drifted apart
since we turned into teenagers, but I still cared for
him.  The Idea of my friend liking my brother caused
mixed feelings in me.  On one hand I found it funny
that any girl would be interested in him, but on the
other hand, Kathy wasn't a girl I'd pick out for him.

I really liked Kathy, but she was a bit too wild as
far as I was concerned.  She often bragged about
kissing boys and even letting them touch her breasts.
Kathy swore she only let them touch her through her
clothes, but she let them touch her.

"Yeah, I think he's cute, even if he is a nerd,
Cindy."  Kathy grinned at me.  "Why don't you fix me
up with him?  You can tell him I like him and want to
go out with him."

"Whatever," I said.

"Does that mean you'll do it?" Kathy asked.

"Yeah, I'll tell him, but that's all.  I'm not going
to play matchmaker for my brother!"

Kathy giggled.  "That's cool, Cindy.  You let him
know I like him and I'll take it from there.  Once I
get my hands on him he'll be a changed boy."

That weekend, I told Kirk what Kathy said.  He
shrugged his shoulders and told me he really didn't
care about her.

"Does that mean you don't want to go out with her?" I
asked my brother.

Kirk was sitting at his computer when I told him.  He
spun his chair around, faced me and said, "That's
exactly what it means.  I want a girl that likes the
things I do, Cin.  I doubt that Kathy would like
reading, classical music or even camping and fishing."

"Camping and fishing?  Since when do you like those
things?"

"Where have you been?" Kirk said indignantly.  "I've
been fishing for a few years now and I love it when we
all go camping for our vacations.  I find sitting by
the water while I'm fishing is really relaxing.  I
take a good book and read when the fish aren't biting."

"I always thought you hated camping.  When we go, you
always disappear and leave me alone with Mom and Dad."

Kirk chuckled.  "I don't disappear, I go fishing, Cin."

My brother and I sat in his room and talked for over
an hour.  I found out things I didn't know about him
and told him things he didn't know about me.  We
talked about music, movies and even a few books we
both had read.  I discovered that even though my
brother was smart, he was also a regular guy.

After I left Kirk's room, I went next door to my
bedroom.  I called Kathy, told her about telling my
brother what she wanted me to tell him and listened as
she went on about how Kirk didn't know what he was
missing.  Then Kathy told me she met another boy and
wasn't interested in my brother anymore.

My brother and I spent much of that weekend together.
I asked if he would take me fishing and teach me how.
Kirk agreed to take me the next time he went.  When I
told him about wanting to tryout for the gymnastics'
team, he seemed to be supportive.  By the time Monday
came, we knew a lot more about one another.

Three months into the school year, I met Jennifer.
She was in some of my classes, including physical
education.  Jennifer, or Jen as she liked to be
called, was different than any of my other friends.
She was a year older than we were because she failed
the sixth grade.

One day, after swimming, we started talking in the
locker room.  Jen began telling me about her
boyfriend, a seventeen-year-old boy that went to
another school, and some of the things they did
together.  Another thing about Jen was her language,
she swore a lot.  The more I talked to her, the more
new words I learned.

"So, Cindy, do you have a boyfriend?" Jen asked.

"No," I told her.

"Why not, you're a hot looking chick?"

"I don't know, I guess it's because no one ever asked
me, besides, my parents won't let me date yet, not
until I'm fifteen."

"That sucks!  I'd hate to have to play with myself
just to get off.  Boys are so much better."  Jen
looked at me and giggled.  "You aren't going to tell
me you don't play with your pussy, are you?"

I could feel myself blushing and I looked away from
Jen.  She laughed, took off her swimsuit and headed
toward the shower room.  I undressed, grabbed my towel
and followed her, wrapping the towel around my naked
body.  Jen made no attempt to cover herself and
flipped her towel as she walked.

When we were in the shower, I couldn't help glancing
at her boobs.  They were larger than mine and jiggled
when she moved.  I let my eyes drift down and noticed
she shaved her pubic mound.

Jen caught me looking, rubbed her crotch and said,
"My boyfriend likes it like this.  He said he doesn't
to get hair in his mouth when he goes down on me."

I blushed again and gave Jen a strange look.  I
didn't know what she meant when she said what she said.

"You know, when he eats my pussy."  Jen looked at me
like I had two heads.  "Don't you know anything?"

I shook my head.  "Not really, not about sex."

Jen laughed and shook her head.  "Girl, you have a
lot to learn.  I love it when he eats me or when I eat
him."

I was dumbfounded and couldn't visualize what she was
talking about.  When Jen touched me between my legs
and said, "It's not bad with girls either," I felt my
stomach flip.

When she touched me, I jumped and turned away from
Jen.  She laughed and moved so she could see my
flushed face.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you, but
you know what they say, 'if it feels good, do it.' and
I do."

I hurried to finish my shower, went to my locker and
got dressed.  Physical education was my last class of
the day so I left and went home.

My brain was scrambled as I thought about the things
Jen had said to me.  I didn't know anything about the
things she told me, but I was curious.  As I changed
out of my school clothes, I began to wonder about why
Jen had touched me.  I also wondered if she really did
the things she said she did, or if she was just trying
to shock me.

That night, after dinner, Mom and I were in the
kitchen washing the dishes when I just blurted out,
"Mom, what does going down mean?"

Mom spun around, looked at me and said, "What?"

"A girl at school told me her boyfriend goes down on
her, I don't know what she's talking about."

My mom looked flustered.  She didn't say anything for
a few minutes and turned to the sink.  I stood next to
her drying the dishes as she rinsed them and handed
them to me.  Once we were finished, Mom closed the
kitchen door and told me to sit at the table.

"Cindy, do you remember when we talked about sex last
time?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Well, there is more to sex than intercourse.  Some
people like what is known as oral sex.  Oral sex is
when your partner uses his mouth to kiss you, kiss you
between the legs."

I made a face and Mom grinned.  "Not everyone likes
it, Cindy, but many people do.  The same is true for a
woman, she can use her mouth on a man's-um, well, I
think you get the idea."

My face must have shown my disbelief because Mom
started grinning again.  When she said, "It's a good
way to keep from getting pregnant," my jaw dropped.

"MOM!"

"Cindy, I'm in no way telling you that your should
engage in any kind of sex, but I'm also telling you
there's nothing wrong with it-oral sex that is.  It
isn't dirty, even though some people say it is."

"Mom, do you and Dad-you know?"

Mom answered with a thin smile and a nod of her head.
"Let's just say your father and I enjoy sex and leave
it at that."

I wanted to ask her more, but decided to wait for
another time.  We spent a half hour talking about
school and other things.

Over the next few weeks, Jen went out of her way to
tell me the details of her exploits with her
boyfriend.  Kathy started to hang around with Jen and
me when we were in the locker room, listening to the
tales.

"Last night," Jen said as we dressed after our
shower," Brian and I went to the movie and I gave him
a blowjob in the theater.  He just whipped out his
cock and I sucked him until he came in my mouth."  Jen
licked her lips and grinned.  "Yum, I love the taste
of cum."

"How long have you been doing it, Jen?" Kathy asked.

"I gave my first blowjob when I was twelve.  I did it
with the boy that lived next door to me in my old
neighborhood."  Jen grinned proudly.

"Why?" I asked.

"It was a game of truth or dare," Jen said.  "I took
a dare and my girlfriend said I had to put the kids
cock in my mouth.  I knelt on the floor and sucked him
until he squirt into my mouth."

"Didn't it make you sick?" Kathy asked.

"Not really, I kind of gagged at first, but it didn't
take long to get used to it."  Jen laughed out loud.
"I blew all four of the boys that were there that day
and it really pissed my girlfriends off.  After that,
I suck cock when ever I get the chance."

"Aren't you worried about getting a reputation?" I
asked.

"No, not really.  I was the school slut at my last
school and Dad just moved us," Jen said.  "I guess
we'll move again once you guys start telling your
friends about me."

"I'm not going to tell anyone, Jen," I said.

"Sure, I'll bet you run and tell your friends I'm a
whore as soon as you get the chance.  It happens every
time."  Jen's eyes filled with tears.

"We won't tell anyone, Jen," Kathy said.  "If you
don't want people to know, why don't you just keep
your mouth shut?  If you hadn't said anything to Cindy
and me, we would have never known."

Jen hung her head and nodded.  "I know, but then you
guys wouldn't like me."

"That's stupid," I told Jen.  "I liked you before you
told me about the things you do.  If you want to know
the truth, I liked you better before I knew."

"Really?  You mean it doesn't matter to you?" Jen said.

"No, it doesn't.  If you want to have sex, that's
your business, but you don't have to brag about it so
I'll like you, Jen.  As far as telling my other
friends, well-it's none of their business either.  If
you want them to know, you can tell them, but I'm not
going to," I said.

Jen was crying and she gave me a hug.  I hugged her
back and told her it would be okay.  Kathy said she
didn't really care about what Jen did with her
boyfriend and then we all left for home.

After the day in the locker room, Jen stopped telling
me about her sex life, well, almost.  Every once in
while, she would tell me about one of her dates with
her boyfriend, but it wasn't like she was really
bragging about the things she did.

In March I turned fourteen.  Mom gave me a party at
the house and I invited some of my friends.  Most of
the kids were girls, but there were a few boys there.
Jen came without her boyfriend, claiming he didn't
want to go to a birthday party with a bunch of little
kids.

After the party, Kathy and Jen hung around to help
clean up.  Once we finished, the three of us went to
the basement and sat on one of the couches.

"I broke up with Brian," Jen said.

"Why did you do that, Jen?" I asked her.

"Because he's a jerk!  When I asked him to come to
the party with me, he said he wouldn't go to a party
with a bunch of kids.  I told him you guys were my
friends and he just laughed.  Brian said that he
wanted me to fuck him and then maybe he'd go.  I got
really pissed and told him to go to hell."  Jen's eyes
began to fill with tears.

"This might sound dumb, but why didn't you want to do
it with him?" Kathy asked.

Jen looked at her feet and replied, "Because I never
have-I'm still a virgin."

"Wow, I thought that you had already done it, Jen, I
mean with all of the things you've told us," Kathy
said.  "Have you really done the things you said you
did?"

Jen nodded.  "I've done everything I told you.  About
the only thing I haven't done is fuck."

"Wow, do you want to?" I asked Jen.

"Sure I do, but not with just any guy, I want to make
sure the guy I do it with really cares about me."  Jen
pulled her legs on the couch and folded them under
her.  "Having sex is really cool, but I do it because
I like it and not because the boy wants it.  Brian was
cool, but when he started to use sex to try and
control me, I dumped him."

The three of us sat on the couch talking until Mom
called down and said Kathy's parents were there to
pick her up.  We all went upstairs and Jen and I said
goodbye to Kathy.  I took Jen to my room and turned on
the stereo.

"Cindy, I can't remember the last time I has so much
fun," Jen said.  "Your party was really cool."

"I'm glad you had fun today, Jen.  If you want to,
maybe you could spend the night."

"That would be great, Cindy.  I'll call my parents
and ask them."

While Jen called home, I went to ask Mom if it would
be okay.  Mom said Jen could stay and I ran back to
tell her.

"Mom said it was okay, what did your mom say?" I asked.

"I talked to my dad.  He wants your mom to call him
first-if that's cool."

Jen and I went to the living room and asked my mom to
call Jen's house.  She agreed and dialed the number
Jen gave her.  After talking for a few minutes, Mom
hung up and said everything was okay.  Both Jen and I
giggled, thanked Mom and went back to my room.

On the way down the hall, Kirk stepped out of his
room, almost running into Jen and me.

"Hi, Kirk, this is my friend Jen.  Jen this is my
brother."

"Hi Kirk, I'm glad to meet you.  When I saw you at
the party, I thought you were one of the guests."

"No, I live here," Kirk said.  "Nice to meet you too."

Jen and I went to my room, closed the door and
flopped on my bed.

"Your brother's really cute, Cindy.  Does he have a
girlfriend?" Jen asked.

"No, not yet.  Kirk is a funny guy, Jen.  He likes to
read, work with his computer and stuff like that."

"Oh, you mean he's a nerd."

I giggled and nodded.  "Yup, that's my brother.  He's
really smart."

"Do you get along with him?"

"Yean, we're cool together."

"Do you ever think about fooling around with him?"
Jen grinned.

"Jen!  Of course not, he's my brother."

Jen shrugged her shoulders and giggled.  "If my
brother was that hot, I'd be chasing him around until
I had my way with him."

"My God, Jen, that's incest!"

"True, but so what?  I mean, it's not like you're
going to get married or anything, its just sex."

"I don't want to talk about that, Jen.  It's sounds
so-so, nasty."

Jen and I stopped talking about my brother and
started to talk about school and boys.  We listened to
my CDs and sang along with some of the songs.  Mom
came in at about eleven and told us it was time to go
to bed.

"Do you have an old tee shirt or something I can
sleep in?" Jen asked me.

"I have some of my dad's old shirts, that's what I
usually sleep in."

"Okay, can I borrow one?"  Jen began removing her
jeans.

I took two of the white button down shirts that dad
gave me and tossed one to Jen.  She stripped to her
panties and put the shirt on.  I couldn't help but
notice that her panties were different than mine.  Jen
wore a pair of black lace bikini panties that barely
covered her.

When I was down to my panties, I looked at myself in
the mirror and wished I had underwear like hers.
After putting on my shirt and buttoning it up, I got
into my full size bed and waited for Jen.

"If you want to, you can sleep on the couch in the
family room," I said.

Jen giggled, got in bed and said, "This will be just
fine, Cindy."

I turned off the lamp and rolled onto my side, my
back to Jen.  We said goodnight and Jen thanked me for
inviting me over.

Sometime during the night, I felt something strange
and woke up.  After I was completely awake, I realized
Jen was lying against my back with her arm around me.
Her hand was on my boob and she was gently squeezing
and releasing it.  At first I was shocked, but then I
felt a tingling between my legs.  Part of me wanted to
push her hand away, but another part of me liked the
way Jen's hand felt on my boob.  That was the part of
me that won.

I was sure Jen was asleep and unaware of what she was
doing so I just lay there and enjoyed it.  The feeling
between my legs intensified and caused me to let out a
soft moan.  I moved my hand down and rubbed myself as
Jen's hands continued to fondle my boob.

Slipping my fingers under the waistband of my
panties, I moved them lower until I could feel the
heat and moisture that radiated from my sex.  Trying
to be as still as I could, I started to rub my crotch.

Jen moved slightly and I froze.  I could feel her
warm breath on my neck and knew her head was closer to
me.  After a moment, my fingers started to move again.
I stroked my pussy and felt my stomach tighten.  Jen
moved again and I felt her boobs against my back.  I
parted my legs, found my opening and slipped a finger
into my vagina.

I felt Jen kiss my neck and my body went rigid.  I
realized she was awake and knew exactly what she was
doing.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jen said as her fingers
tightened over my boob.

Jen released my breast and fingered the button of my
shirt.  As she undid the button, she kissed the back
of my neck and blew a gentle stream of warm air
against me.  I was scared and turned on.  Jen undid
two of the buttons of my shirt.  I reached for her
hand, but she slipped it into my shirt and started to
touch my boob again.  Jen found my nipple and rolled
it between her thumb and finger as she moved her mouth
to my ear.

"Want me to stop?" Jen asked as she moved her hand to
my other boob.

*** To be continued. ***

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