|
||
|
Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 36 Location: Washington State |
||
|
Chapter One: That Dumb Ass Song I want to start off by saying that this story is true, it’s written as it was lived. I changed the names, dates and familial relationships to protect the secrets of the people I’ve written about here. I wanted the story to start with the losing of my virginity because that is the biggest day of most boys’ lives. I wanted to tell that part of the story without judgment as when we get there later it will have a whole different meaning. What’s to come it may change your perception of the prologue, I hope it doesn’t because Katie is on every level my first real love and so important to the rest of my life. This story is about my love for and relationship to Katie and how it impacted the rest of my life. The beginning of this story starts at puberty. I start this story in the most embarrassing time of my life for two reasons. One: That when it comes down to it both sexes really don’t understand what the others go through during puberty. I attribute this to the fact that there are so many questions are hard to ask someone and even harder to answer honestly. I mean who really wants to talk about the most embarrassing moments of childhood? Two: Most of the problems I had during that time can all be traced back to constant masturbation. Without anyone to talk to I had to take this journey on my own, hiding and ashamed thinking there was something wrong with me. I have to start this story at puberty because without going through what I did in that time period I would never have met Katie. I can’t speak for all guys out there but for me it all started with that dumb ass song. I was 12 years old when that song started playing on the radio. Now keep in mind that when I was 12 it was the 1980s and we didn’t have the internet yet. Meaning we didn’t have very easy access to the amount of pornography that is abundant today. In my time we had to get by on what we could find and what our imagination could fill in to get ourselves off. On that note when I was 12 they started playing the song on the radio. It was a slow song sang by the queen of pop, in which she sings about justifying sex. I don’t want to say any titles for fear of lawsuit but hopefully you can get which one I’m talking about from that clue. Anyway I was smack dab in the middle of that lovely time period for boys when you start getting spontaneous erections and you don’t yet know how to control them. For some unknown reason that dumb ass song would get my motor running I don’t know what it was about it for sure, just that it would cause me to BOING as it were. It wasn’t like that was the only time I would get unwanted erections as it would happen in class or when watching TV at home, or when it was generally most inconvenient as possible. The only time I could predict when they would come was when that dumb ass song was playing. That didn’t make any sense to me either; I didn’t find that pop whore attractive at all. The boys at school had shown me a picture of her topless once and as excited as I was to see real boobs, I didn’t really find her attractive. At that point in my life I had a huge crush on me step mom’s cousin’s daughter. Her name was Beth and she was 11 years old. I wasn’t into older women at all so I was just fine with girls my own age like Beth. So yet again I don’t know why that song had such power over me. Beth was the only girl I had ever really had a crush on at that time. I liked girls but I didn’t find many I really wanted to try to be with. I was too shy anyway I didn’t think I had the nerve to ask one out if I wanted to. I think that’s why I hung on to the idea of liking Beth I would never be allowed to date her because we were considered family. In the early days I would pop up and I didn’t know what to do. I would sit where ever and hope no one would notice me crossing my legs and trying to think of something else. These were some of the worst times of my life. If you only got erections when sitting alone in the dark then it would be too easy but life has to kick you when it’s most inconvenient. I’d be sitting in class and a girl next to me would be wearing a skirt and that’s all it would take for lift off. But everyone has heard that story before of the poor boy called to the black board while trying to suppress himself. But it’s worst then that. It would happen while watching TV with your grandparents. It would happen in church. It would happen at the super market. It would happen at the park or at the movies. It would happen to some boys in the locker room. Luckily that wasn’t me. What the other boys did to that kid was bad. That’s another thing, the other boys would prank you if you popped up in the locker room but they would also harass you mercilessly for being too small. Again I’m glad I wasn’t that boy either. What they did to him was almost as bad. With things popping up all the time it was almost like living in fear I was on guard all the time and I didn’t want anyone to know it was happening. My parents didn’t really talk to me about sex, so at first I didn’t really know why it was happening. All I really knew about sex was that the guy puts his into hers; from there it was all a big mystery. My step mom was catholic and sex was not a topic of conversation when anything was ever spoken in our house it was talked about from her as if it was an evil act and you were a bad person for doing it. When it first started happening I was trying to figure out what was wrong with me and what was causing it I thought if I could figure out what I was doing wrong that it would stop happening. Of course that didn’t work. One day after school I was watching videos on the local music channel and the video for that dumb ass song came on and I went into full lift off in a way that I hadn’t before. I sat there unable to change the channel and staring at the screen the whole time wishing it would go away. It wouldn’t and I was upset as that slut pop star was half naked in this video singing that dumb ass song. As much as I didn’t like her the video was sexy and we didn’t have porn access then and you had to take what you could get. After 20 minutes my erection was still strong as ever and I knew my family would be home soon, there was no way I could get caught with this going on. My step mom would want to know what I had been watching and doing, she would assume that I had been being bad and I would be in trouble. Getting desperate I unzipped my pants and tried to push on it. Ok I understand how ridiculous that sounds but I really did at the time think that pushing on it would do something. I had grown up thinking it wasn’t ok to touch yourself at all, I should say with only two exceptions if I was peeing or cleaning it with in the bath. I literally thought I would get in trouble if someone found out that I touched it so it’s not an exaggeration that I literally never touched myself at all. It sounds so laughable now but I thought that even pushing on it that day would get me in trouble. However I didn’t know what I was doing and I started pushing it down hoping it would go away. I didn’t want anyone to come home while I was tenting my pants. As I was pushing on it I realized that I was bigger than I had ever seen myself. That was weird, looking at it in that state really for the first time. It felt weird looking at it and I started having a weird felling as I was pushing on it, not knowing why I began to rub it a little. It felt really good so I was sitting there rubbing it and feeling really ashamed at the same time. I really felt in my head that I was doing something wrong that I was such a bad person for touching it, but I couldn’t stop. After a couple minutes I tried putting my hand around it. This felt better but there was something still not quite right. I was sitting there stroking it for the first time letting the pleasure wash over me yet inside I was upset. I felt guilty for liking the feeling, I mean I really felt guilty and started getting jumpy. I froze every time I heard a noise. I knew about ejaculate only in the sense that’s what made babies so I wasn’t ready for it the first time. It exploded out all over my hand and it was over I sat there for less than a minute before the guilt overtook me. “OH MY GOD what did I just do?” I thought trying not to get my own stuff on me I zipped up one handed and ran to the kitchen; I was still washing my hands when my step mom came home. I was so guilty that I couldn’t look at her all night. I felt like if I looked at her she would know I’d been touching it. I would be belt whipped and grounded not to mention the embarrassment of her knowing if she knew she would look down on me forever. I was so ashamed about what I had done that over the next couple weeks I would get erections and I went back to crossing my legs and preying they went away. It was a few weeks after the first time I had stoked myself that the parents had gone away for the weekend; I got left at a friend’s house because they felt I was too young to be left home for 48 hours alone. I was awake in the middle of the night when I turned on the TV keeping the volume as low as possible. The family had cable with a cable box; this was something cool to me because we didn’t get all the extra channels. I know some of you already know where this is going but what I didn’t know then was that some pay channels show soft core porn movies in the middle of the night. On this particular night they were showing a skin flick, the movie was some poorly written peace of crap that had a number of girls running around half naked. I hadn’t seen anything like this before. I was hard in an instant, drooling on myself. I was embarrassed because I was at someone else’s house and I didn’t want them to walk in. I started caressing myself without thinking; I reached into my pants and started stroking it. Looking at real boobs it only took a minute, I was feeling guilty and ashamed more than ever but a light bulb went off in my head as I began to soften. I realized two things at that moment, first, it felt good and no one needed to know as long as I could hide it. Second, that jerking it made it go away right away. I hadn’t realized that the first time because I had already been erect for 20 minutes before I started stroking the first time, and I had felt so ashamed when it was over that it hadn’t clued in. These revelations were both a blessing and a curse. The blessing came in the form of sexual relief; the curse was the fact that now I wasn’t just getting spontaneous erections all the time, I was now masturbating all the time. My guilt and shame were so strong that I felt like I was going to get found out any minute and in my mind that would be the end of the world, but I still couldn’t stop now. When I say I was doing it all the time, I mean ALL the time. This was a really big summer for that dumb ass song, and considering that the song was tied into my first time with myself, it really set off my erections. When I say all the time I’m not exaggerating. It started out every day after school from the time I got home until my family got home from work. Then I moved on to after school and in bed at night. That was taking a big risk, doing it with other people in the house could get me caught, I would be quiet in my room and freak out if I heard someone start walking around. By the end of the summer it became whenever I was alone in a room and thought I could get away with it, I had some really close calls. One afternoon my step mom just walked into my room a few seconds after I had just tucked myself back into my shorts. I literally still had cum on my hand as the door opened. I slid my hand under my pillow and wiped it off as she began yapping at me about whatever she was pissy about that day. From there I started taking more risks. For some reason, the feeling of ejaculating started becoming more important than getting caught. Don’t get me wrong I was still mortified by the idea that someone would find out, I still felt guilty and ashamed about it but I still couldn’t stop taking bigger risks. I really don’t know how I didn’t get caught, just dumb luck and loose shorts. The risks started out small like I would be in our fenced back yard listening to the radio and that song would come on, I would sit in the lawn chair and do it out in the open. That became a regular thing when the parents weren’t home; I mean I could have been caught by anyone looking through a knot hole in the wood. Eventually I would do this even if the parents were home. I could hear them walking and thought could pull my shorts leg down really fast if they came outside. From there I moved on to jerking it in public as it was the next natural step in some ways. It started once when I was waiting in the car at the super market and the song came on the radio, I got hard really fast so I looked around the car really quickly to make sure no one was standing right outside then unzipped my pants, pulled myself completely out and started jerking it right there. I was so scared and thrilled at the same time I was doing it in public and it felt so good. It only took a couple minutes because of the fear of getting caught I finished and looked up to see my parents walking out of the store at that moment, which was to close. I was a 12 year old monster, out of control and insane. My risks were large and my shame was huge but I couldn’t stop, I hated myself for this, I really thought I had some kind of sick problem because I couldn’t stop. This is the point of why I’m writing this part of the story, I didn’t have anyone I felt I could talk to, I couldn’t tell anyone I was doing this. How do you talk to someone about something like that? Who would understand? I mean this is something forbidden and taboo, I could never admit to another single person that I did this. I really thought at the time nobody else did it themselves, At least not good normal people. With no understanding things just progressed worse and I had to live with myself as bad as I was, if I was out in public shopping I often would slip away from my step mom and pretend that I was trying on clothes so I could go into a changing room and jerk myself right there in the store. It was thrilling on some level to hear the people in the store talking and they had no idea what I was doing in the booth. As I became 13 things didn’t slow down I had learned to live with it and I no longer felt guilty or ashamed by it anymore, yet getting caught was still my biggest secret and fear. I had just come to the realization that I wasn’t going to stop; I just rolled with it and continued taking bigger risks. Things like doing it while sitting alone at a bench at the park or at the movies. I was sitting by myself at the park watching a girl about my age in the distance, she was pretty but it was the fact that she was wearing shorts and had tan legs that had my attention. I was in the party pavilion which was a covered area with benches, four short walls with open corners and about four or five barbeques. I was behind a short wall watching her through the gap and I was hard looking at her. This wasn’t the first time just looking at a girl made me hard but this time being all alone I just pulled back my shorts leg and started stroking. When I was done I splashed my juices across the bench seat and still sat there, I looked at her a while longer but I left before anyone could walk up and find me there sitting next to my spent cum. I would like to say that the worst risk I ever took was the day at the moves, I was at a PG13 movie one afternoon the theater was almost empty and I was sitting not in the back row but behind everyone else there. During the film a naked girl walks out of the water, as always was wearing my shorts. I looked around and everyone was watching the screen, I pulled my shorts leg back and did it right there during the movie with people in the room. But it was dark and the movie was loud, when I came I let it hit the floor and I moved up one row and over a few seats so no one would connect the cum on the floor to me. I was unstoppable on my way to getting caught; the biggest risk of them all came when I was still 13. It started while I was walking through a toy store. I had gone out with my step mom to look for a birthday present for some little kid. I slipped away from her to look around the place on my own when that dumb ass song came on. I thought to myself, really? Their playing that in a toy store? I was getting worked up so I began walking to the back of the store to knock it out in a restroom when I saw the girl from the park weeks earlier. I recognized her right off she was just as beautiful as when I had seen her the first time. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, her breasts were just beginning to come in and the cold air made her nipples hard and I could see them through her shirt. Up close I could see that she had the smoothest legs of any girl I had ever met. From both the song and the fact that I was looking at the only girl I had directly ever jerked it to, I didn’t mean to but I went from getting worked up to completely popping up right there. I looked down at myself for just a second thinking, oh not now. I saw her look down too and I was so embarrassed I slowly started walking away I really needed to find the restroom now. I went to the back corner of the store only to find no rest room there I turned around and looked up to see she was standing a couple of feet in front of me. I was petrified at first, I was sticking up in my shorts and she had followed me to the back corner. She looked at me, her face red from understanding and embarrassment, I certainty was too. I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I pulled up the leg of my shorts and exposed myself to her for only a moment. She turned completely red but didn’t look away instead she pulled her tank top down so I could see her small breast and hard nipple for just a second, this just made my erection visibly thicken. I reached down pulling my shorts leg up again but not just showing her this time I started to stroke myself for her, she turned a shade even redder. I wasn’t even looking around to see if an adult was in view I was just looking at her and doing the one thing I kept most private in the world. “You can touch it,” I squeaked out somehow. She tentatively came to me and touched it lightly. Being that it was the first time I was ever touched by a girl even just the light caress of her fingertips caused me to cum all over her tank top. “EWWWWW” she said whipping her shirt and running away. I ran off as fast as I could before she could bring back and adult. For the first time in a long while the guilt and shame came back to me full force as I realized just how out of control I had gotten. The whole thing could have gone so much worse, I was lucky I didn’t get caught. I was lucky I wasn’t arrested; all my fears of this being wrong came back to me and I was ashamed of myself and the fact that I really was some kind of pervert deviant. I didn’t do it again at all for at least a week I wanted to stop it all together and be a good person again. One who didn’t touch himself? One who didn’t take all these risks to get caught but as things go I couldn’t hold out forever and I started again. Only this time I stopped taking such big risks I only did it now at home by myself living with the shame and guilt quietly. Still having no one to talk to it affected my whole life thinking that there was something wrong with me. It wasn’t long after that I turned 14 that was the year of creativity; I call it that because as I said I had stopped taking risks but I moved into another phase. That time period was the object phase, I searched my house for anything round and about the right size that I could stick it in and still feel good. I don’t exaggerate when I say I tried everything round, this is the time period when some boys will go so far as to use the vacuum cleaner. I heard tails of that when I got older I was just never that guy. Not that the thought had never hit me but for one the hose was too small and I was actually afraid of the suction. But flashlights, tubes, piggy banks, toys, holes in the couch, bottles and generally anything I could stick my dick into were all violated. It started at my house but progressed on to other’s houses too. My grandmother had a guest bed that was decoratively carved that had holes carved though the foot board. I found out that one of the holes worked perfect. I’m guessing it was the object phase my cousin was in when he was caught naked in his room with the dog. Yet again I’m glad I wasn’t that guy, I’m very happy I never went down that road. I’ve lost track of all the things I tried that year, because it was a lot of stuff. And talk about fear of getting caught, every time I stuck it in that bed frame I was so worried about someone finding me there with my dick in the foot board. I guess it’s not as bad as getting caught with a dog but still I would’ve lost it if someone walked in on me humping away on a bed frame. The problem was most round objects were either too small or too big. I could never find anything the right size that felt completely good except the holes in that damn bed frame. The down side to that is that was I had to hang out at my grandmothers to get it. I wanted so bad to find that one object that was perfect and it never happened. That was the same year my father broke up with my step mom. She had cheated on him with his best friend and we moved across town and he started a new job. After all her talk about the evils of sex she banged his best friend, now that’s what I call irony. I was fine with it as I hated her and I never understood what they saw in each other in the first place. My father had been a player until my mother died when I was 4. I had never met him and when she died he had showed up and taken custody. As far as we knew then I was an only child so finding out he had a child had changed his life. He had married my step mom when I was 6. From day one they were opposites. She dragged us off to church and ran the house with an iron fist. After breaking up with my step mom we stopped going to church and I hardly saw him anymore. He went back into full time dating. I was home alone so much that I had to learn to cook just so there was something to eat. I would come home often to find cash and a note saying he would be back later. At first I would use the money to go get fast food but after a couple months I started using it for groceries and doing the shopping myself. It gave me plenty of time to experiment during the year of creativity. That’s also why I spent so much time at my grandmother’s house. With him gone for whole weekends I would get dumped there. I would act like I was mad that I was stuck there on the weekend again, playing the annoyed kid routine. Then every night it was the same thing I would listen for her to go to bed. When I could hear the snoring through the door, I would go around to the foot board and spend half the night with that rounded wood hole. When I was 15 I had slowly began to take risks again. After spending the last year humping everything in sight I was frustrated with not being successful with finding a portable object so I went back to using my old friend, my hand. I would only take risks in public where ever I thought it was safe. Places like the woods or public bathrooms or changing rooms. It would be years again before I would do it at a park, parking lot or movie theaters. The girl in the toy store that day was the one and only focus of my mental fantasizes. I had progressed to at least once in the morning shower, once after school and once right before bed. That was if my dad was home. It was more if he wasn’t. It would be some days as often as once an hour when I could. At this point in my life just doing it didn’t work alone anymore, so I would have to close my eyes and think about a scenario to get off. It was always her in my head, the one girl who had ever seen it or touched it. The only real live boob I had ever seen, even though she didn’t have much more than a nipple then. Those two things combined had got me off some times up to 12 a day over two years. It was months after my parents broke up that to my dismay I went with my father to a wedding, I was so disgusted with him at that point in my life I really didn’t want to spend any time around him. I was at the reception and I was bored out of my mind because I didn’t know anybody and I just wanted to go home. The wedding was for some coworker of my Dad’s named John who was getting married at his parent’s farm house; I really didn’t give a damn about this guy and figured this damn thing was a waste of time. The farm itself was laid out on a huge piece of land, it consisting of a main house and a few of different sized barns, and a number of small sheds spread out in different areas of the property. The wedding was centralized on one section of the property; a gigantic tent was put up to hold the wedding and reception. This was done mainly to keep people out of the small house as the party mainly hung out in the tent or around it. I was wandering around outside the party tent just wishing that the whole day would end already when disaster struck and that dumb ass song came on. I cursed out loud as I could feel my dick beginning to harden. “Oh, come on,” I said aloud. I couldn’t believe this was still happening! I looked around and made the decision to walk to the far side of the farm where no one was at and go behind one of the barns. I figured with everyone at the tent I might have a couple minutes of privacy to take care of business really quickly. I practically ran as my need was tenting my dress pants. I rounded the corner so fast that I almost skidded to a stop when I saw her; she was standing there, the girl from the toy store. I was so shocked I actually lost my erection. She was smoking a cigarette, dressed in a beautiful red dress with her hair done up so a few strands fell across her face. Her breasts had grown quite a bit and her legs had more tone then before but it was definitely her, there was no mistaking her. I was stunned I almost hoped she didn’t recognize me as this could end badly if she did. “It’s you, the toy store boy.” she said slyly. “Yeah, I’m......” was as far as I got when she stopped me, she held up her hand and moved the short distance between us. I was nervous as hell when she leaned in and kissed me. “I don’t need to know your name,” she said, “I’ve never forgotten you. You were the first boy that ever got hard for me.” I hadn’t been going to tell her my name I had been going to apologize to her for the first time we met but she kissed me again and I went with it. “Look what happened that day.......... I didn’t mean to..........” I said pulling away all embarrassed. “Don’t try to explain. It would ruin it. I’m old enough to get it. You thought I was hot and you got hard. You’re not the last boy to do that.” “But most probably don’t just whip it out and cum on you, right away,” I said blushing. “No they don’t,” She laughed, “They want to I’m sure, but they don’t.” She smiled at me and I started to lose my embarrassment. There was an awkward silence and looking at her I began to get hard again in my rented suit. She smiled as she noticed my arousal. “You still haven’t been with a girl have you?” she asked quietly. “No,” I whispered embarrassed, “Have you ever been with a ......” I couldn’t finish croaking out the last word. “Shhhh.” she whispered. Her mouth next to my ear, “I’ve never......... you know, gone all the way. But I have done this,” She said kissing me softly. She reached down slowly unzipped my pants and pulling me out. I was so hard and bigger then I had ever been before. I couldn’t believe this was real and I was so worked up I could feel my balls tightening already. I willed myself not to cum yet and tried to calm down. “You’ve grown virgin boy,” she whispered. The whispering in my ear was making me hotter. “Warn me this time.” she said and my sex addled mind had no idea what she meant until she dropped to her knees and took the head of my dick into her mouth. As close as I was to letting loose just from her touching me, her tongue running across the head of my cock in her mouth didn’t help me last very long. It felt like she had just started when I found myself starting to say I was going to cum, but it happened before I could speak it. “Uuck, I hate that part. I told you to warn me.” She wasn’t really angry as she turned and spit out all my cum just a little grossed out. She stood up again and lit another cigarette. I reached down and somewhat sad that it was over, zipped myself up again. I was in shock I tried to get some words out but I couldn’t seem to find any to speak. “I’m sorry I tried to......... I didn’t mean to……… that fast,” I finally managed. “It’s ok. It’s always that way with virgin boys. I just love that look on your face.” “Why did you.......... not that I’m complaining but........... Why?” She smiled at me and told me that the time in the toy store was the first time she had seen a boy get hard and it had done something to her. It made her curious, it made her want to try to make other boys hard and it made her want to do more than lightly touch a boy. She said that not long after the toy store she had started dating this guy a couple years older than her who ended up forcing her to go down on him. She actually liked sucking his cock but didn’t like the guy for making her do it before she was ready. She said if he would have waited until she was ready she would have had no problem with doing it for him all the time but he was a jerk. What made things worse with him was after she had blown him he tried to force her to have sex so she felt like she had no choice but to dump him. Since then she had played around with just virgin boys because she kind of liked giving head and because they were always so grateful never trying to force her to do more. But she said she would only do it once or twice with each of them before moving on, she explained that after a couple times they would push for more and she wasn’t ready for that yet so she always moved on. The way that she had taken care of me had felt really good. I felt it would be disrespectful to ask how many of these encounters she had, had. But I was curious. “You’re not kidding.” I told her. “That was fucking awesome.” “That’s not the only reason I did that for you,” she said looking down almost ashamed, “I’ve thought about you and that day in the store so many times. I mean I should have been disgusted that day. I should have told some one. But for some reason I was flattered, and I was just as curious as you were bold at that moment. I should have been mad but it .......turned me on.” She said the last words quietly. “I never meant to be bold I just saw you and I don’t know what came over me,” I told her talking about this was getting me aroused again. “I don’t know what it was in that moment but I felt it to. I wanted to touch it the moment I noticed your shorts lifting up; I think that’s why I followed you in the store. I don’t know how but I knew something was going to happen. Then you did what you did, I was in shock. When I touched you I was so hot, in my mind I was actually curious to know what it would feel like inside me too. Then you came on my shirt and I freaked out and ran away.” “I ran away too,” I said blushing hard. “Tonight when I saw you it was like you walked out of my head and I got hot and I didn’t want to miss out this time,” she stopped to finish her cigarette. “Thank you,” I said to her, unzipping my pants again and pulling myself out, “Can I have another chance?” “Sure,” she whispered in my ear as she grabbed me with her hand first, “I love it when you’re bold.” I loved her whispering in my ear, it fueled my erection to new thickness. She smiled up at me for a moment before taking me into her warm, wonderful mouth and sucking me again. This time as I hoped it lasted a little longer, we’re not talking hours longer but it was at least a good few minute longer this time. “UKKK, Warning is a good thing,” she said spitting and standing up again when I was done. All I could manage was a miserable “Sorry” again. “Just keep that in mind when you’re with a girl, it’s nice to give her some warning,” she scolded as she lit a 3rd cigarette. We talked about basically nothing for another 2 hours and she had a couple more cigarettes in that time. She said that she usually didn’t smoke that much but she wasn’t having the best day. I didn’t really hear most of what she was talking about, I was so lost in talking with her that it didn’t really matter what we talked about. I had never had such a long open conversation with a girl before. I felt like we had a connection and I never wanted to lose her from my world again. She explained that her mom was the bride’s sister and she hated her new uncle. She claimed that John had hit on her repeatedly since she was 15. Being which I was only now 15 it made me wonder just how much older them me she was. She had been really glad I came along, seeing me again and being able to fulfill one of her longest fantasies had made her day. I was glad because it had made mine too. Finally she said that we should rejoin the party, I knew she was right but I was sad to see our time together come to a close. I didn’t know if I would ever see her again. She pulled out another cigarette saying she was going to have one more before returning to the party. I leaned in and kissed her before she could light it and it fell to the ground. It had been a couple hours now since she gave me head and I wanted at least one last kiss before leaving. She kissed me back hard and heavy and as our passion deepened I pulled down the top of her dress exposing her breasts. I pulled away long enough to look at her body and commit the image into my memory before kissing her more deeply and rubbing her breasts with my hands. I pushed her up against the barn wall and lifted up the bottom of her dress. This was hot and passionate and I was losing my mind. I slipped my hand inside her panties and my finger inside her; she was warm and wet as I slid my finger back and forth in her tight slit. I had no idea what I was doing as this was the first time I had ever done this but she moaned and grabbed my hand guiding it to touch the right spots. I couldn’t believe this was real, I couldn’t believe it was really her. We were kissing and I had one hand on her boob and one finger in her pussy after getting head! I was waiting to wake up; I just hopped that it wouldn’t happen before we could finish this dream. I was burning I took my hand off of her breast and unzipped my pants. I moved forward lifted her up against the wall higher and got as far as my penis touching her through her panties. I was doing my best not to cum before I could get myself inside her, I was about to pull her panties aside when she stopped me. “See,” she said panting, “Never fails you blow a guy twice and he wants more.” “I’m....... I was just going with ........” I said embarrassed, I had screwed up again. “I was fucking with you,” She said smiling, “I want it too....... I like you....... you’re my toy store boy........ That was the most passionate moment I’ve ever ........I’m just not ready.” “Oh....... I.....” I started looking down at myself. “And yes before you ask I will help you out one more time.” She smiled and winked at me before she spun me around so my back was to the wall this time. She got down on her knees and began to lick the head of my cock. She took it slow this time, grabbing me at the base of my cock and licking me all over. I had never felt waves of pleasure like this before and I was so worked up that it didn’t take long this time but I did manage to warn her. I had barely just got the words out as I shot my hot load across her face. She pulled a handkerchief out of her purse and wiped her face then picked up her dropped cigarette and lit it. We stood there in silence until she had finished her smoke and then she said we really needed to get back. I reluctantly agreed and kissed her one last time before leaving. As we walked back to the reception, I was actually light headed from the whole experience and my mind was whirling around, this had been the best night of my life so far. The walk across the farm took a few minutes as it was a big place, once we had reached the outside window to the kitchen someone called to her. “I got to go,” she said winking at me. I had missed the name they had called and it was then that it hit me, I had almost had sex with her and I still didn’t even know her name. I hung around the outside of the tent for a while before going back in. I was wondering around the buffet table looking for some desert and soda when my father rushed over to me. “Where have you been I’ve been looking for you for an hour?” He asked. He was really excited about something and I already didn’t care. “Walking around, what’s the big deal?” “I have someone I want you to meet,” he told me. We walked over to his coworker John and standing with him was his new wife Linda and another very pretty woman. “Joey this is Lilly, as it turns out John here married the sister of one of my ex-girlfriends.” “Wow dad, that’s cool,” I said really flatly not really thinking about what he just said. At this point I really didn’t give a damn about some ex-girlfriend, there were lots of ex-girlfriends I didn’t see what made this one any different. “I don’t expect you to get excited about that part,” He said equally flat, “But I guess when we last saw each other she didn’t know she was pregnant. I have a daughter and you have a sister, isn’t that cool?” I knew the rest of it before he said anything. Knowing my dad as I did I know that he would have fucked her a few times then disappeared when another piece of ass came along. I’d seen him do it repetitively over the last six months. He never stayed with one for long. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if I had 10 more sisters out there. What I didn’t learn for another few years was just how different Lilly had been as far as ex-girlfriends go, if I had known the significance of their relationship I might have cared more about what was going on that night. It was then what he had said a minute ago came screaming into my head. Didn’t the girl say that her mom was the sister if the bride? But what are the odds? This didn’t mean she was my sister she could be the daughter of another sister of the bride right? Unfortunately that is what this story is all about. My toy store girl walked up to us a few minutes later, she smiled at me and winked as she approached. It was all I could do not to lose it, but I told myself not to jump to conclusions yet. “Oh God Please don’t let her be my sister,” I mumbled to myself as she gave Lilly a hug. It was then she was introduced to my father and me as Lilly’s daughter Katie. We looked at each other horrified for a minute and it was all I could do to maintain my composure. I tried to play it off like I was just in shock of having a sister but I wasn’t sure that it came across that way, this whole situation was wrong, so wrong. I found out Katie was 16 making her one year older than me yet all I could think about was oh my god! I just got head from my sister, three times and almost fucked her! As soon as we could get away we walked outside together to talk, we both were horrified by the realization that we were related. It was a while before we really spoke and when we did it was real talking. The kind of adult conversation I don’t think I had ever had with another person in my life to that point. She said the thought of us almost having sex made her a little sick, I didn’t make her sick just the situation. “I just thank god I stopped you when I did,” She said trying to smile. “Yeah...........” I said quietly. “You’ll always be my toy boy,” she said lifting my chin and kissing my cheek trying to cheer me up, “But now things are different.” “Well .........,” I started. I was so confused that I really didn’t know how to respond, “It’s not like we live together....... but I understand your point...... I just don’t know if I can think of you as a sister.......” “Look, I can’t do it with my brother. I just can’t. Everything is weird now. My god I fingered myself to the thought of you, for two years!” She said her face turning red, “And tonight..........” “I........,” I couldn’t talk; the shame I hadn’t felt for a long time started to come back, because it didn’t matter to me that she was my half-sister, I still really wanted her. But I was too scared to tell her how I felt about her. “Look,” she said again, “Let’s just put this in the past and try whole brother sister thing, I’ve always wanted a brother, really.” “Ok,” I said thinking that having her in my life some way was better than no way. We talked more; she figured that since we had only ever run into each other a couple times that we could move past everything and it wouldn’t be too weird given time. We talked until it was time for us to leave, we talked about our likes and dislikes and movies and books. We found we had a lot of common interest and we enjoyed discussing books. We intentionally avoided the monkey in the room as it were and started our relationship as siblings. It was late when my dad came to find me, I hadn’t paid any attention to where he had been all night and when he found us talking he thought it was great that we were getting along already. He said it was time to leave and Katie gave me a quick and innocent hug good bye and said she had my number and would keep in touch. I rode home in silence that night; I really hated life right now. I had finally found my toy store girl again only to have all my fantasies ruined. How could I ever think of her as my sister? There was just no way after tonight was there? I loved her, not as a sister, as a woman and I knew I was going to have her someday. |
||
Read 3 times | Rated 0 (0 votes) |
||
|
Please rate this text:
|
||
|
|
|
Back to the Sex Stories - Visit XNXX.COM - Bookmark XNXX Stories - Set us as your homepage - Submit a text - Contact us