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Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2005 22:15:12 +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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