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SARI AND MY SEXUAL AWAKENING (MfMM, incest, nonconsent, anal, vaginal penetration,
oral)
BY LOR OLDMAN
It was the oddest kind of sexual awakening. Certainly it was not the kind
of experience I had anticipated. I was thirteen, just started my second year
at a prestigious day school for boys where, except for the occasional lavatory
joke, sex was not on the immediate curriculum. The school had a reputation
to uphold; it boasted a 90% record for getting boys into the universities
and the upper strata of the professions. It was Friday evening, I had completed
all my home assignments, and my parents, who were into this sort of thing,
had organized a hallowe?en bonfire party.
There were about thirty kids in attendance from the neighbouring village
with their parents. It was fancy dress for the kids with lots of strong drink
for the adults. There were the usual run-of-the-mill witches and warlocks
and black sheets with demon masks. And to tell you the truth, at thirteen,
I was bored with the whole thing. The hot dogs and hamburgers were fine,
as was the ice cream and the trifle puddings. But there is a limit to what
a growing boy can consume. There were prizes for the most original costume
? which must really have made some real demands on the judges ? and for gogo
dancers and the half dozen games set up by dad. But as I said, I was stone
cold bored.
I decided to sit the remainder of the evening out on a garden lounger in
one corner and watch the proceedings from there. And it was at this point
that things started to happen. Six year old Sari Kinnis, my nearest neighbour
and a kid I was really fond of, seemed to emerge from the growing darkness
and climbed on to my knee. Appropriately, she was wearing a silky smooth,
skin-tight, black cat costume, and seemed to curl up just like one on my
lap. I could feel every curve and crack of her body. She eyed me curiously
and purred, "Lor, do you think I am pretty?"
"Of course you are, Sari. You are the prettiest little girl I have ever seen!"
And I could say that with hand on heart. She was away ahead of anything comparable
in the village. She had a bright round face with full red lips and slightly
oriental eyes so dark and deep you could imagine yourself drowning in them
and shoulder length brown hair. But the thing to make her outstanding was
that she had legs so long and shapely and sensuous on top of gorgeous hips
and a tight backside it seemed indecent on one so young.
Sari studied me with those dangerous eyes, and sighed. It was an inconsequential
sound. She nestled into me and instantly fell asleep. It was more than half
an hour later when her parents, considerably unsteady on their feet and smelling
of cider and whisky, came to relieve me of my burden. They carried her, still
fast asleep, to her bedroom. They own the property next to ours, and while
their main entrance is more than a hundred metres from ours, a private gate
provides a shortcut from our back door to theirs. Sari uses the gate often
when she uses our swimming pool or when she comes over to play me at table
tennis or something of the sort.
In a way, I felt an odd kind of sadness sweep over me when she was gone.
Someone was playing the Brahms Waltz in A flat on our grand piano, and the
music percolating through the open window seemed appropriate to my mood and
gave an air of unreality to the whole situation. For the last night in October,
it was unseasonably warm. I felt I could have sat out there all night listening
to the recital and thinking about Sari nestled in my arms.
It was almost midnight when there was a panic telephone call from Cheri Kinnis,
Sari?s mother. The child had fallen asleep in my arms and was well and truly
put out when she woke up and I was not there. Could I come over and pacify
her? Certainly, no problem! On the way over, it set me thinking! But I was
totally unprepared for the new kind of situation that presented itself to
me; it was like the dawning of a new age. During the sit-out at the party
in our garden, I had arrived at the door ? adolescence some call it, but
as soon as I entered Sari?s bedroom, I had passed through the doorway, so
to speak.
Sari was still screaming in an uncontrollable hysteria. But what I was unprepared
for was that she was wrapped up tightly in a sheet, like swaddling clothes
or an Egyptian mummy?s linen bandages. And she was scarlet-faced; it frightened
me. There was a rope like an old fashioned pyjama cord tied tightly around
her upper arms and chest, another around her hips and a third around her
legs. Only her head and her feet were exposed to view. My first reaction
was to feel indignation.
"It was the only way we could restrain her," Cheri explained.
Her husband substantiated the claim. "She would have done herself serious
injury otherwise."
Sari?s parents, still obviously under the influence of their earlier carousal
or subsequent drug intake, had accompanied me upstairs to the bedroom. I
turned to them and demanded, "Can I untie her?" I made an effort to keep
the irritation from my voice.
The man sniggered. "You can. If you dare!" he exclaimed. And he wheeled away
and left the room. His attitude seemed to suggest that somehow Sari in this
condition was my responsibility.
Sari had stopped screaming. She stared accusingly at me. "You weren?t there
when I woke up." She sniffed a tear back. "I was afraid. I thought you had
gone away!"
I whispered some sweet nonsense and nibbled her ear, and started to undo
the ropes and the wrapping. What greeted me underneath took my breath away;
it was like a sledgehammer blow to the bread basket. Sari was wearing a night-dress
so brief that it barely covered the essentials and so translucent it revealed
even the birthmark on the underside of her left shoulder and the dark aureoles
around the tiny rosebud nipples on her chest. I had an instant erection so
powerful that it hurt. I was terrified lest her mother notice it.
Suddenly Cheri Kinnis said, "I don?t suppose you could stay the night with
her?" And I almost exploded inside.
Sari?s eyes sparkled. "Please!" She pleaded. "Please, Lor!"
I can?t remember the excuses I made, but they reduced the child to tears.
The mother seemed to understand my predicament. She nodded. And smiled. And
left the room. I lay alongside Sari on the bed and comforted her as best
I could. I told her some little white lies to explain why I couldn?t sleep
with her.
"I promised myself to wait until we were married," I said; it was a little
bit of fun, but I realised it was also a serious statement of intent at that
particular point in time.
Finally, when I had convinced her and she had settled down a bit, I said,
"Go to the toilet, then I?ll tuck you into bed properly. And tomorrow I?ll
play with you the whole day. I promise!"
She climbed over me out of bed. She climbed over me again on the way back.
She paused on top of me, and stared at me with those lethally penetrating
eyes; it was as if she were trying to test the sincerity of my previous promises.
I kissed her good night before leaving. I had kissed Sari several times before,
in a big brother-kid sister way, but this was decidedly different. Her lips
were rich and moist like that of a grown woman; her mouth was half open and
the tip of her tongue brushed against my teeth. And it was at that moment
I became aware that there was a sexual animal lurking somewhere deep, deep
down inside me, and it had little in common with the school lavatory jokes.
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