Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 09:12:41 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: No White Snow. Part One.

          This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

       My name, though of no consequence, is Julie Winters and the younger
sister of April, though her surname now is Summers with her marrying Jack
who was now my brother-in-law. How and why she married a man with that
surname considering what hers had been, I never had the gall to ask her.
   They had been married for almost two years when first, my mother died
and within a year, my father followed her. I was then seventeen years old
and there not being any will written by my father, the house and any monies
in the bank etc., was then passed onto both my sister and myself.
   Rather than having me living on my own, my sister suggested that I went
and lived in her house and that the house could be sold to give us both
quite a bit of money each. With me still having a year to go at college and
being virtually broke, agreed to her suggestion, and so I moved in, though
for that first year, I spent most of my time at my college and it wasn't
until I won my diploma and left, did I really move into live with my sister
and brother-in-law.
   I didn't know then of the desire that Jack, had of me and after being
with them for three months, found out. April had gone up north to see how
an aging aunt was coping, I was left alone with Jack, me having been told
when I moved in to stop calling him brother and use his name.
   That first night in the evening with us being alone, he suggested that,
instead of me cooking dinner, that we went out for that evening meal. He
was the perfect gentleman then and after a lovely meal, we returned home
and he suggested that we had a couple of drinks before bedtime. I'd already
had half a bottle of wine and thought that a couple of more drinks would be
okay, so said that it would be nice to round off the evening.
   Now I can't say if he spiked my drinks or not, but a lot of what
happened I cannot really remember, only of what happened that night. I know
I laughed a lot as we had our drinks and must have been given some kind of
drug for when he pulled me into his arms as we sat on the sofa, had no
objection to him kissing me. I must have liked it, with him really being
the first man to kiss me and didn't even have any qualms about having his
hand fondling my breasts as we kissed.
   Nor did I object when his hand went inside my blouse and had it push up
my bra to release my breasts and have his hand massaging them. Nor did I
stop him from taking off my blouse and bra for him to kiss and nibble at
the nipples of my breasts. I think I enjoyed it for I stroked the hair of
his head as he sucked on my nipples and didn't stop his hand from wandering
down over my stomach and moved down under the waist of my skirt to have his
fingers enter my pussy.
   I appeared to have enjoyed his fingers playing with me for I gave out a
little cry when he pulled his hand out and didn't see him pull down the
zipper of his trousers because he was still kissing me, and had him take
hold of my hand and guided it into his trouser front that was now open. He
pushed my hand inside till I felt his erection and hand him curl my fingers
round that hard muscle of flesh and gently move my hand up and down on it.
   There is a gap in what I remember for the next that I knew, was that we
were then lying down on the rug and I was no longer wearing my skirt but
completely naked as he was. He was down in between my legs and had his
tongue moving about in my pussy, licking and sucking on me with his tongue
also exciting my clit. I gave out a cry when he stopped doing that to me as
it was really exciting me, and had him start to kiss my stomach first
before slowly moving up, kissing me all the way until he was kissing and
sucking on my breasts.
   It was when he moved further up my body did I then feel the head of his
cock enter me, rubbing against my clit as his tongue had done before he
pushed his cock further inside me. he was by then, kissing me on the lips
when he broke through my hymen and was the first man to do so and he turned
me from a girl into then being a woman.
   It was a short sharp pain that I felt that was quickly dismissed as he
filled me with his hard cock, with me feeling it really throbbing away as
he then had his erection fully inside me, our pubes meeting when he could
go no further. He was still kissing me as he lifted himself up onto his
elbows and then began to move his cock back and forth inside me.
   I think I was then somewhat in a delirious state, for my arms went round
his back and my legs seemed to have lifted of their own accord as he fucked
me. His lips left mine as he lifted his head up as he really began to
plough himself into my virgin meadow and had him cum inside me to many
gasps from him as he did so. His body then came back down on top of me,
squashing my breasts with his chest and kissed my neck, feeling his hot
breath as well as feeling his cock still throbbing away inside me.
   We lay like this, joined together for several minutes before he lifted
himself up and felt his cock start to slide out of me. When out, his hands
came up under my arms and he lifted the top half of me upright and moved me
round so that I was leaning back against the sofa.
   He straddled my body as he moved closer, his still hard cock waving in
front of me, my eyes becoming mesmerised at seeing what had just been up
inside me, shining with both of our juices.
   `Open your mouth Julie,' he said, which I did, and had him lean in
closer and had the head pushed inside. It was hot and rubbery and could
feel and taste both his cum and my own juices with my tongue.
   `Suck and clean it,' he said, his voice sounding as though he was miles
away, and I did as I was told. Having it still throbbing away as I did as
he told me, sucking, licking and almost chewing on the hard piece of flesh
that I had in my mouth.
   I don't really know if I enjoyed it or not, for the next thing I could
remember was being helped up the stairs to have him put me into my bed with
me then falling asleep.
                                                 *
   I woke up in the morning feeling ghastly with a pounding headache, a
sore mouth and an itching pussy. I only had the vague memories of what had
happened the night before and felt disgusted that I had let Jack fuck me as
I struggled out of bed go to the bathroom. I made it just in time for I
could feel the bile coming up into my throat and just in time made it to
the toilet pan where I fell down onto my knees as I threw up.
   With my stomach then empty, got up by the basin and rinsed my mouth out
before sitting down of the toilet for a pee before flushing that and my
vomit away before going into the shower. I only felt a mild bit better
after that, drying myself and putting on a dressing gown, still having this
throbbing headache. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen where the
medical cabinet was and got out and swallowed some Aspirins before putting
the kettle on for some coffee to really wake me up.
   I staggered out into the dining room, a misnomer for it was really part
of the open lounge, having a table, four chairs and a cabinet there. Jack
came into the lounge, him too just wearing a dressing gown.
   `You look ghastly,' he said looking at me.
   `I feel it too,' I replied. `I don't know if it's what I had to eat or
drink, or...or what happened last night.'
   `Well I enjoyed last night, didn't you?' he said with a big smile on his
face. `Would you like to do it again?'
   `No. All I want is a cup of coffee and then go back to bed,' I told
him,' and on hearing the kettle was bubbling away, went back and made two
cups of coffee and leaving one on the table for him, took mine back
upstairs and got back into bed to drink my coffee before going back to
sleep.
                                                 *
   It was late afternoon before I woke up again, feeling much better, only
having a slight throbbing in my head which another two tablets would soon
made it disappear. I had got dressed before going back downstairs for them
and saw that Jack was watching the news on the television.
   `You won't tell April what happened last night, will you?' I asked,
standing in front of the television screen to get his attention.
   `Good lord no!' he exclaimed. `She'd kill me and kick you out, but I
would die a happy man with what we had together last night.'
   `Bully for you, for I don't remember much of it,' I said.
   And that was the only time that I had sex with him, for April returned
soon after this conversation which made it impossible though I wouldn't
have had him fuck me again anyway.
                                               *
   Winter was approaching fast and I got an invite to a party being held by
those students that had been at the college at the same time as me. I had a
taxi take me there and I had a good time and when it came to an end, I was
offered a lift home which I accepted. Whether this was a mistake or not, I
don't know.
   We were moving down past a local forest, with this fellow driving when
he started running a hand up and down on my leg. I kept pushing it away
until I could take no more of him doing this, especially when his hand came
up under my skirt.
   `For fuck's sake!' I cried. `That's enough. I'd rather walk home,' and
pulled the hand brake up hard, making the car swerve about on the road
before it screeched to a stop. I quickly had the door open and got
out. `Now fuck off,' I shouted at him before slamming the door and moving
off down a small path that led into the forest.
   I was only on it for a few minutes, thinking that he might follow me and
so turned off and moved further into the forest. Needless to say, I got
lost. It was dark in there and I just kept stumbling on. My skirt got
caught several times on some bushes, tearing it and I began to get
frightened at what else might happen whilst in there.
   I soon found out, well not really then, but later. In my stumbling about
in the dark, tripped over something and fell head long into a muddy puddle,
hitting my head on a fallen branch and passed out. I learned later that I
had lain there all night in this muddy water and almost died of hypothermia
with it being so cold there.
   I had been found in the morning, covered in mud and shaking with the
cold and in a coma. I had been carried to a cottage that wasn't far from
where I had fallen and was washed and put into a small bed and watched over
for three days until I came out from that coma and found a small man
sitting there next to me.