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Subject: Title story: "Our First Penetration" Author: Incestor 62562959
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Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 07:00:11 +0000
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Our First Penetration With my younger sister and I being as competitive as we
were, romance and seduction was not usually the way one got the other interested
in sex. We usually played a "role game", or made a wager with sex as the
payment. I would usually suggest that if she lost a bet she had to show me her
pussy, or I would get to touch it, or she would have to play with my penis. If
trying to be more subtle, the wager involved a backrub with roaming hands. One
such incident resulted in our first attempt at intercourse. I was about 15 years
old and Trish was 14, and we were having a contest of who could make the most
free throws at the basketball court in the park. I suggested a wager where the
loser would give the winner a massage. This was a win/win wager for myself. If I
won, I would receive the massage, and if I lost, I had the pleasure of rubbing
my hands all over my sister's body, often resulting in my being able to cop a
feel. I remember walking home from the park and being excited at losing this
particular wager. Trish and I arrived to an empty house and proceeded to her
bedroom. She laid an her stomach and awaited her victory massage as I sat next
to her on the bed. I pulled the shirt up on her back and began tickling her
exposed skin. It was a warm and humid day, and with the activity on the court we
were both hot and sweaty, so she didn't argue when I pulled the shirt completely
over her head. I tickled her back, then lifted her damp bra strap and scratched
the lines on her skin created by the bra's tightness. I soon undid the clasp of
her bra, and tickled her with long strokes reaching from her neck to her hips.
The elastic on her shorts did the same to her waist as the bra on her back, so I
scratched that area, too, and pulled her shorts down a few inches. I returned to
tickling and massaging and scratching her back. Though her shirt was over her
head and the bra unclasped, they were still bound-up around her shoulders, and I
took a quick break to remove them completely, then briefly tickled her hands and
arms. Noticing she was still wearing her sneakers and socks, I removed them, and
began tickling and massaging her from the heels to the bottom of her shorts, and
from her head to the top of her shorts. The long, gentle strokes to her backside
were obviously interrupted by those damn shorts. I don't know why she let me,
maybe she was enjoying her massage, but when I started to pull her shorts down a
little farther, she surprised me by raising her hips. In retrospect, I'm sure
she knew of my intentions and was probably horny herself, but at the time I
didn't have that insight. I did not pass on this opportunity though, and lowered
the remaining garments to the level of her knees. I then caressed her smooth,
round buns with a light, circular motion, and soon watched her breakout with
goose bumps. I finally removed the rest of her clothes and massaged her naked
body with strokes that traversed from head to foot, with my fingers lightly
traveling up and down the crack of her butt. I gently spread her legs and gazed
at the pubes within the shadows of her crotch. The trips over her butt crack
went progressively farther and farther between her legs until I was lightly
stroking her pubic hair. She made no attempt to block my hand's paths by closing
her legs, so I continued to caress her there. At this point, I asked Trish to
turn over so I could "massage" the front of her body. Typically, if she didn't
want any sexual contact, she would refuse this request. Otherwise, she would
turn over, but coyly cover her breasts and/or her thinly covered bush with her
hands. That was the case today. She placed one hand over her mound and her
forearm covered breasts. I did not attempt to move her hand or arm, but instead
lightly massaged her neck and shoulders, and ran my fingers up and down the
length of her arms. When I lightly caressed her stomach, she brought her arms in
to stop the tickling sensation, and I was able to catch brief glimpses of her
womanly parts. This cat-and-mouse game continued for a short while, until I
began kneading her thighs. Having waited what I thought to be a sufficient
length of time, I gently lifted her arms and placed them to the sides of her
body. Typically, if she was "playing shy", she resisted my attempts to expose
her, but if sufficiently aroused, she would leave her arms to her side and allow
me to view her full frontal nudeness. On this occasion, she obviously wanted my
attention, and kept her arms to her sides, giving me a beautiful view of those
areas about which I often fantasized. I ran my fingers over her upper body and
slowly made my way towards her small, firm tits. My fingers traveled in large
circles around her breasts, with those circles getting smaller and smaller until
finally they reached her nipples. The light contact made them stand to
attention. Gradually, I began massaging her breasts with both hands, then ever
so lowly my mouth was drawn down, and my lips hovered over an erect nipple. Her
breathing came faster, and it was soon time to work my way south. I let my
fingers do the walking, and strolled down the future "trail to happiness". They
wandered into her growing forest and made contact with her fleshy bud. My light
touch turned into gentle masturbation, and at this point I brought my mouth off
her nipples, spread her legs and knelt between them. My fingers dabbled in the
folds of her beautiful genitalia. I lowered my face toward her lap and let her
feel my breath. With this, I noticed her squirm as she spread her legs a little
wider for me. I pushed in with my tongue, and tasted her. My tongue's actions
were light and slow, but the pressure and speed increased with our mutual
arousal. In need of some attention myself, managed to remove my shorts as I
simultaneously practiced cunnilingus. My erection was rock-hard and needed to
feel the inside of a woman. My tongue slowly made its way out of the folds of my
sister's pussy and led my face up her torso. My mouth again met her breasts. We
were naked, her legs were spread, and I was on top of her. I wanted to fuck her
so bad. I wanted to fuck her like I've never wanted anything else in my life. I
was also shaking, and a little scared. I asked her if I could put "it" inside of
her. She closed her eyes and nodded her head. Slowly, I rubbed the head of my
dick against her clitoris and spread my pre-cum around. The contact was intense
and forced me to pull away, lest I orgasm then and there. After a short period
of recovery, my dick returned to his mission of penetration. Starting at her
clit, I placed the head into her labia and made the voyage down toward her
vagina. When my one-eyed monster was directly over her sex hole, she whispered
to me to put it in, but warned me not to cum in her. God she was tight -- I
quickly met a resistance, which seemed to cause her some pain. Once again I was
forced to retreat, and to focus my attention on anything other than her body and
the incredible pleasure it was giving me. I waited a bit, then attempted re-
entry, but again caused her pain. At this point she changed her mind, and
refused me any further exploration. A ruptured hymen would be evidence of our
incestual contact, and we had no desire to incriminate ourselves, but I needed
to be inside of her. I asked, or in retrospect, probably begged her to let me
fuck her ass hole. Obviously very horny and curious about the act, she agreed.
My mouth returned to her folds. I fingered her cunt then spread our lubricant in
and around her sphincter. She moaned as I pushed my finger into her very tight
anus, but after repeated penetrations, the circular muscle seemed to relax. I
gently pulled her to her hands and knees. I was intoxicated with lust and
possessed by carnal desires. I wanted to fuck a hole, and she was going to
provide it for me. I spread her legs and positioned myself between them, then
pulled her ass toward me. She lowered her elbows onto the bed and braced herself
with her forearms. I spread her cheeks and forced my beast into her back door.
She flexed her muscles and denied my entrance. A bottle of tanning oil was on a
desk near-by, and a few drops were dribbled on her sphincter. Again the monster
demanded entry, and this time she opened a bit. Not sure of what I'd find, I
slowly entered her. It was warm, and dark, and very tight. My sister moaned,
though was it a moan of pain, or pleasure...or both? My hips pressed against her
ass, forcing my member deeper into her. She placed her weight on her shoulders
and reached backed with both hands. Her right hand finger-fucking her cunt hole
while the other rubbed her clit. The thrusts were repeated and the monster grew
larger, until it could grow no more, then it spewed its con- tents, forcing its
way into the depths of my sister's bowels. She began to spasm, and the
respective orgasms tamed the savage beast. We regained our composure and
realized what had just happened. The power of lust was frightening to us both.
At this point, our emotional immaturity was evident, for we felt dirty, and a
little embarrassed by our sexual act. We caught our breath, I felt the real need
of a shower. Not knowing when our parents would be home, we showered by
ourselves. It seemed a lonely shower to me after what we'd just done together.
After this experience my sister would never let me touch her again like that.
She would always refuse to bet for sexual things in the future, but I'll never
forget what we did, and how it felt...
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