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Date: Thu, 16 Oct 1997 20:33:28 GMT
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[ from Kristen's collection ]
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WARNING!
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Archive name: Orgasm.txt
Authors name: Unknown
Story Title: "Kathy's first Orgasm" -OR- "That's what sisters are for!"
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This story contains "sex between sisters". A coming of age story. If
this type of "story-line" may offend you, or you are not an adult,
please do not read further, and delete this file now!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kristen's collection ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was time for my big brother Tim to get married. He's the
oldest of the kids in my family. He's 22. Then my older sister, Becky,
who's 17. And then me, at 15. Youngest is my sister, Sam (short for
Samantha) who is 11.
Since Tim was getting married, we have all sorts of relatives
coming into town. Most of them are staying in hotels, and what-not.
However, my Aunt Anne (my mom's sister) is staying with us. In my
room. Because she's in my room, mom set up the rollaway bed (which is
fairly large) in Becky's room for me. It'll only be for two nights. I
still don't understand why they couldn't kick Sam out of her room!
However, after the experience which I'm going to tell you about, I'm
really glad that I roomed with Becky.
*
It's 10:00 the night before Tim's wedding. Mom wants everyone
asleep early so that we can get up early. So Becky and I are in her
room. We're not tired, so we get to talking. We've always been pretty
close sisters, since we're only two years apart in age. I was getting
to that age where my interest in boys was getting pretty strong.
Pardon my immodesty, but people in my family tend to be quite attrac-
tive. I think Becky is beautiful, and the boys know it. She's been
dating a lot since she was my age (mom won't let us date until we're
15). And I look quite a bit like my sister, except that my body isn't
awfully developed yet. So we're talking, mostly about boys. Typical
conversation.
Then we started to talk about sex, as teenage girls will some-
times do (see, not just boys talk about it).
"Becky, forgive me for asking..." I started.
"Yes," she replied before I could finish.
"You've done it with a boy?"
"Once. Have you?"
"No. I really don't think that any boy would want someone as
flat-chested as me."
"I was flat as a board until I turned 16. Then, over-night,
they grew. Really fast. Mom says it's been that way in our family."
You see, I really am pretty flat. I have two small bumps on my
chest, so small that I really don't need a bra. But I wear one anyhow.
Becky's chest is fairly large. Now that I remember back, her breasts
did start to grow when she was 16. One more year and maybe I'd have
them too.
"How was it? I mean, what was sex like?" I asked.
"Different. At first it's really strange, taking your clothes
off in front of a guy. And then when you actually do it, it hurts a
little. But it's strange, the slight pain is enjoyable. And then it
gets to be a lot of fun and feels really good after a while."
"Did you use, umm... protection?"
"I should have, but I was stupid. It was my first date, when I
was 15. And I really didn't understand all what was supposed to
happen. I guess I'm lucky that nothing happened. When you date, don't
let any guy force you into anything. And don't be stupid like me, use
a condom or some other sort of protection. OK, lecture over."
"Thanks. I sometimes feel funny, especially when I see a cute
guy. It's sort of like a tickle, down there..." I explained, as I
pointed towards my crotch. "I feel like I want to put my hand inside
and scratch it, but I don't."
"Sounds like you're horny. You know, you could masturbate
yourself."
"Only guys do that. I might hurt myself."
"No, if you do it right, it can make you feel really good."
"Do you masturbate?" I asked Becky, a little ashamed of the
word.
"Sometimes. Do you want me to teach you how?"
I didn't know what to say. I always looked up to Becky, but
this sounded a little strange. A little perverted. But I was inter-
ested. So I said yes.
"In fact, you don't always need a boy to have sex and feel
good. If you do it with another girl, you can feel just as good - if
not better and you can't get pregnant."
This was strange. Was she suggesting that she has sex with
other girls? I asked, "Do you have sex with other girls?"
"Sometimes. But don't think that there's anything wrong with
it. You remember doing your friends hair, or sharing ice cream when
you were little? It's the same sort of thing. Helping your friends
feel good. And just because you like it doesn't mean that you can't
like guys."
It's OK, So my sister liked to have sex with other girls. In-
stead of making me think she was strange, the idea appealed to me. I
liked the idea. I wanted to try it. Perhaps Becky would show me. She's
my sister, and I trust her.
"Could you, ummm, do it with me?"
"Anything you want. That's what sisters are for."
So it was set. I would have my first sexual experience, and
with my own sister. The idea made me get that tickle, the heat, in my
crotch.
"First thing to do is to take our clothes off," she told me,
as she unbuttoned her pajamas top. As she opened it, I could see her
bra. It wasn't huge, but it held quite a bit of her chest. "Now you
take off your shirt."
I pulled my top over my head. Like I said, I have no chest,
but I wear a training bra. So there we were, two sisters, sitting to-
gether without shirts. Sounds stupid, but it would make things easier
for what was to come.
"Take off your bra," Becky told me.
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Although I feel silly
because I have such small breasts, taking off my clothes in front of
another girl wasn't strange. After all, there was lacrosse - I've
changed and showered in front of other girls. But still, because I
knew what was going to happen was sex, It felt odd. But good.
"You're not really that small, you know. I was totally flat
when I was your age. But you've got something there. Besides, big
breasts are a real pain sometimes. Even with sex."
I looked down at myself. No, I wasn't flat. I had these small
mounds with a little pink nipple dead center of each one. Becky then
took off her bra. She needs one, for sure. They sort of fell out as
she took off the item that held them. Would I have those one day? Was
Becky right? Would I hate having big breasts? I didn't have much time
to think, because Becky took her right hand and touched my left
nipple. She rubbed a little around it, sometimes leaving my breast
altogether and rubbing the space between them. I gulped. This was the
first time anyone had ever touched my chest, besides my doctor and,
well, when I was a baby. I looked at Becky's chest. I slowly moved a
hand towards it, wanting to feel what big breasts felt like. They
looked soft, but would they feel hard inside? No, I couldn't bring
myself to do it.
Becky moved her hand away from me. "O.K., well, you wanted to
know how to satisfy yourself.... So, here's how.... First, of course,
you have to take off your pants. You can make yourself feel good,
sometimes, with pants on. But it's much better with them off."
She stood up and unsnapped the fly on her pajamas. Yeah, I
know, girls don't really need to have a fly. But I wasn't concerned
with that sort of stupid thing. I was waiting to see what was inside.
She popped open the snap and slowly lowered the pants to the floor.
She was wearing French cut panties. But that was all. I mean, she was
naked except for them.
"Why don't you take off your pajama bottoms? Then I can begin
to show you some stuff you can do with other girls."
So, I took mine off. Now I was standing in front of my sister
nude except for my undies.
"Lie down," she told me.
I was getting a little scared. But I did as she asked. She
then got up onto the bed and straddled my legs, with her crotch hang-
ing over my navel. Her breasts hung down over me, making them seem
even larger. She lowered one hand to the bed, to brace herself. The
other hand she used to stroke my chest. She rubbed from my neck down
to the bottom of my rib cage, taking extra time at my breasts, which
were really flat now that I was lying on my back. She used both hands
and squeezed on my nipples. Not so that they hurt, but it did make
them pop out a bit. She backed herself up a bit, and moved her hand
down to the waistband of my panties. She kept going, rubbing over them
and going between my legs. I spread my legs, but she said "don't" so I
moved them back and Becky continued to feel around. And back to the
waistband. But this time, instead of going on top of them, she put her
hand inside. She rubbed over me, feeling where pubic hair was in the
process of growing. I wasn't really thick like some of the girls on my
team. Seeing how the rest of me is developing late, I guess the thick
black patch would take it's time. Not like I cared. Regular hair is
enough trouble with my two piece swim suit all ready. Anyway, she
continued to probe downward in my tight panties. In fact, she stopped
before she actually hit my crotch. And back up and out. She took both
hands and put them inside my undies, at both sides.
"Lift your butt, a little," she instructed, So I picked up my
butt and she quickly yanked down my panties to my knees, showing my
crotch for all to see. Well, Becky, anyhow. I lowered my naked butt to
the bed and she slid my panties off me.
"Bend your legs up, like your going to do sit-ups," she again
said. I did so. I was getting nervous. She put her hands on my knees
and asked my to spread my legs apart. After I did, she slid her hands
down the insides of my legs towards my crotch.
"Beautiful pussy!" she said. Pussy? I've heard the word
before in reference to a girl's crotch, but I was always told that
girls hated that word. I guess Becky knew what I was thinking. "It's
OK to say pussy. Sometimes even cunt. Or twat. Whatever you like.
Just don't use such words in front of anyone that you wouldn't say
fuck to."
Ah, I see. So she put her hands on my inner thighs and lowered
her head towards my crotch... uh... cunt. What happened next really
threw me. She, a girl, put her face right between my legs and pressed
her mouth against my twat (no, I don't like that word). I just stared
at the ceiling and let her do her thing. She licked up and down the
area between my butthole and the area where my vagina ends and the
"patch" of pubic hair gets thicker. So tender she was, that I almost
fell asleep. But then, she moved her hands inward and touched my
vagina. She pulled apart the little lips on them and pushed her tongue
inside. Whoa! Weird, but felt good. So good, that my entire body
got warm. And I thought I was going to urinate all over Becky's
tongue. I tried to stop from doing it. But I wasn't able to restrain
myself and I let it go. But I didn't. I didn't pee.
"You know, you taste good. Some girls don't taste quite right.
But you're really good. And you're starting to get wet. That'll help."
She sat up and wiped her mouth, her breasts falling back to her chest.
"What do you mean, wet?"
"When a girl gets excited, she gets this liquid in her cunt.
It's useful for sex, because it makes the penis slide in and out a
little easier. But when playing with yourself, or even doing it with
another girl, it's useful. Go ahead and put your finger in you vagina.
You'll see." She sat down next to me and I sat up. Put my finger in
my vagina? Well, I'll give it a shot. 'Slowly', she told me.
"Push apart your pussy lips. And slowly slide your finger in
You have short nails, so you shouldn't scratch yourself inside, but
be careful." I did as she said. Yes, there was liquid on my pussy. But
not urine, Becky says.
Slowly I slid a finger inside my hole. I could feel that I was
soft inside. And warm. And wet.
"This is the main way you have of fucking yourself. Once you
get more experienced, you can move your finger around. And get multi-
ple fingers inside. If you want to taste your love juices, pull your
finger out and suck on it." I again did as told. Didn't have much of
a taste.
"Want to taste me? I can't promise anything, but I'm to under-
stand that my taste is pretty good. And from finger fucking myself, I
can say that it's pretty close to what you taste like. Guess it's be-
cause we're sisters."
She stood up and pulled her panties down. She had thick black
pubic hair. And because she had a tan line, the white around it made
it seem all the more black. She again straddled me and slowly pushed
my down. She moved closer and closer to my face and finally her
breasts hung there. "Go ahead, nurse," she suggested. She guided one
of her breasts to my mouth and touched her nipple to my lips. I opened
wide and took in as much as I could (not much) and sucked on it. It
didn't have any taste, but my sucking on another girl's breasts was
sexy. She pulled down and moved her crotch closer to my face. I could
see all her genitals, right there. And she lowered it right onto my
mouth and I licked. Yes, it did taste fine. The hair was getting in
the way, but still, I decided I liked pussy eating.
"And this, sister, is called a 69." She pulled away from my
eating mouth and lifted a leg over me and then the other one so that
her butt was pointing toward the ceiling and near my face. And then
she lowered her body so that her face was in my crotch. "Now, eat me!"
So I did. She pushed her butt back till her pussy was in my mouth and
I sucked on it. Yes, actually sucked on her cunt like it was an
orange.
Meanwhile, she was doing the same to me. But she was oh so
much better at it than I. She was using her tongue and fingers. Faster
and faster she went, and I tried to imitate. And then, another hot
flash. But this time stronger and deep. I started to shake. Was I
going to die? But it felt great. I started to push my crotch into her
face, because I knew that was what was feeling so good. It tickled. It
was hot. It was great. And I pissed. All over her face. And then...
it was over. Becky sat up, her mouth wet.
"Congratulations. You had an orgasm. And a good one from the
taste of it!" She bent over and kissed my on the lips. A good strong
French kiss. I could taste what was on her face. It wasn't piss, but
that pussy juice. I was tired. I loved it. I just sat there for a bit
thinking.
"I know you're pretty tired, but I have a few things still to
tell you. First, by rubbing and putting your finger inside you, you
can orgasm (or cum) again. And do you know what little bump inside
your cunt lips near the top. That's your clit. Rubbing that should
feel good. That's what I was licking when you came."
It was good. We spent the next hour or so touching and Becky
showing me more about masturbating and having sex with girls. It made
me feel great. And I wouldn't get pregnant.
We fell asleep, naked, in each other arms.
And the wedding next day was interesting, but the wedding
night was just plain fun, I mean, what are sisters for!
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