Big House on the Coast
Copyright © 2009
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Summary: In ALL NEW premiere episode of 'Big House on the Coast', Patia's life changed forever when her late father moved his family from the rainy suburbs of Seattle, Washington to a sleepy little known cove on the northern most shore of the state of Maine. This is where Patia meets Ocean (her sisters best friend) and begins to make discoveries that will change her life forever. First about the massive house they are now living in and later about something vastly more personal. The biggest discovery of all though is one involving her sister and what the girl likes to do once her and Patia's Mom leaves.
Story Codes: ff, anal
I thank god every day that I was raised in a very very liberal/progressive household (my parents are Independents but not very political). Why you may ask, well cause if my parents would have been conservative or very close minded at all. Me and my sister would prolly be living in a convent right now in the mountains of Tibet. But as with every thing else in life they took it in stride. So pretty much what I'm saying is... anything I wanted to do was OK with my parents, as long as I wasn't hurting anyone else or myself, they were more than happy for me. Dancing, ballet, soccer, Gymnastics, the list of stuff I tried is long and varied, you name it and I prolly tried it before I was 13 years old. It was nice to know that they would never give me a hard time for not sticking with something after I got bored with it. Which in the case of ballet, dancing, soccer and Gymnastics happened right after my first high ankle sprain.
Mom would always say, "What was exciting yesterday, isn't nearly as exciting today."
Which is the creed I lived by till I was twelve years old and my dad packed up the hole fam damnly and moved us three thousand miles across the country from Seattle, Washington to an obscure little cove on the Northern most shore of the state of Maine. It was almost like we had moved into the movie Casper. Not the goofy animated kiddie bull shit but the one with that hot little Ricci bitch. Yeh you know who I mean. Anyway that house was a lot like ours, only no Casper or spooky nutty friends (that I know of). This big old house on the northern of coast of Maine was my late dad's dream house (sadly he died about a year ago). So be bought it and renovated every inch of it himself before that fuckin accident, now he's gone. So my mom (Catherine), sister (Harley, 15) and of course me (I'm Patia...Hi!) have it all to ourselves.
What I really like about it and have always liked about it from day one was it is so damn big, lots of places to explore and get lost in if you have too. Like to read (which I do a lot) or if you ever have to hide from a seriously pissed off parent (not usually my problem). Hell the damn thing has 14 bedrooms and 8 baths so it's plenty big. Plus all kinds of cool secret passages that only me and dad knew about. There's even a series of secret stair cases and hallways that goes around the entire house, with blind entrances into each bedroom's closet (hehehe...). It also leads up the back of the house and down to a sub basement below us. You can go into virtually any room (as I mentioned already....are you paying attention?) through the closet via a series of holes in the back. These little secret passages would prove invaluable in the discoveries I've made since we moved here. Including the one which is the focus of this story, but that is later, first let me set this up with a little back story.
"Check this out: The Gay/Straight Alliance website" The flyer on the bulletin board at school read as I repeated it aloud and looked back at my sisters best friend Ocean, who for the last several weeks had been sorta clinging to me for some reason. She looked at it and with a very non-chalant gesture said in reply, "HMMMMMM might be interesting."
"You'll prolly go just in hopes of meeting some hot chicks" I said as she pushed me away and laughed. That comment itself was my way of seeing if my sneakin suspicion about her was right, that she was indeed into girls. I kinda hoped she was, but for reasons that at that moment escaped my mind.
So anyway we went to that meeting that night and unfortunately only 7 people (including us) showed up. So no way to know if she was with that display or not. But something more startling did happen. The speaker for the evening was one of the school's sex ed. teachers and he gave a speech about discovering your own sexuality and for the life of me I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hitting on several things that seemed to be focused on me. After wards he opened the floor to questions and one girls hand went up and she asked something about when did everyone first suspect they were gay or bi. The speaker turned it back on her fairly quickly and she explained that she first realized something might be different when looking at some fashion and teen magazines and she noticed she was looking more at the girls instead of the guys and it went from that to surfing the net on yahoo and other chat sites talking to girls. I listened and my blood ran cold as I had done some of the very same things and now realized that I too might be....GULP!
Ocean could tell I was shaken up and she soon figured out why as I spilled the beans of what I had been feeling for the last hour or so and how much it scared me. Course just an hour or so later I was feeling much better as now we were walking along the beach (holding hands I might add) as she tried to comfort me and tell me everything would be alright.
To make a long story short, I figured two things out that night. I was indeed bi (at the very least) and Ocean was too (she kissed me...YESSSSS!) and I really liked it. But we decided to take it slow and not be jealous of each other, which would serve me well in the coming weeks when I discovered some other things about Ocean.
Now to the story at hand.
Now as goes with everything, my snooping had led me to discover a lot of stuff I wished I had never seen, some of it would make you wanna vomit. Like for instance, my parents fucking and sharing this lady from down the street named Miss Rosenbaum. Bitch had to be 70 (looked like she was a hundred), but my horny old man and Mom sure fucked the hell out of it one night while I watched, well part of it anyway. Da shit seriously gave me nightmares for days after that. OK I'm rambling...back to the story.
The focus of this story ain't about the incredibly twisted sick fucks for parents I have, it's about the discovery I made just two weeks ago. This one involving my sister and the aforementioned Ocean (don't ya just love that name?).
All three of us hung out sometime and chatted (mostly cause Ocean wanted too I always thought). This particular day we were in the kitchen, eating cookies and drinking milk, when our Mom came in and said she was going out for a while and wouldn't be back till late. So color me full of intense curiosity when I see Harley and Ocean practically ran up the steps to the upper floor hand and hand the very second Mom's mini van had disappeared out the big gate. I thought something was weird about that and decided to do what little sisters are put on this earth to do, snoop. I first thought about turning the air conditioning off and listening at the vent in my bathroom (which I've done a lot), but once I got down to the boiler room I realized that it would be stupid to listen to it when I could watch what was going on. Little did I know that this decision would be one of the best of my life.
I never realized what a hot place these little secret passages can be without the air on. But it was too late to turn back now as I reached the back of the house and the middle of the two way hidden stair case, one went down into a sub basement (a place I had never been to that point) and the other led upstairs. Up I went, with a brilliant plan now in mind. Coming to my destination in only a few seconds and picking up the old rusted screw driver and taking out the two screws that held a wall panel in place. That panel was the only thing between me and the back of my sister's closet (ain't I smart?).
Now you're prolly asking "What the hell does she wanna get into the back of her sisters closet for?" Right?
Well if you'll shut up thinking so loud I'll tell ya.
See my sister has a large walk-on closet (I mean like extra bedroom large) and it has two huge double doors with mirrors in the center of both of them. See-through mirrors. Meaning you can see through one side of it, while the other is reflective. Guess which side the reflection is on?
Well anyway, I moved the panel and crawled through the hole on my belly and scooted the rest of the way in until I could stand up amidst her piles of clothes. Moving some out of my way and trying to clear my path. That's the exact moment in time that I first heard the moaning, yes I said moaning. My first thought was "oh my god they're watching a porno." With that exciting thought rambling inside my head I pushed a collection of clothes hanging from racks apart and looking ahead I saw the incredible scene that would change my life forever.
Harley and Ocean were on her bed, naked as the day they where born, kissing softly as Harley laid Ocean back slowly down onto the mattress (HOLY MOTHER FUCKIN SHIT.....MY SISTER'S A DYKE). Their kiss broke and Ocean flung her hair above her head as she laid on her back. I moved closer and was now within a couple of inches of the mirror and a few feet of the two of them. Ocean's body was so beautiful, big rounded titties with no hint of sag or floppage, she was everything I imagined the female form should be in my mind. But my sister was the real story, who knew she even liked girls or for that matter anyone at all. She too was hot as hell (and strangely it didn't dawn on me at the time that I was checking out my own sister and that you weren't supposed to find her sexy, it just seemed natural), a lot like my own body I thought to myself later up on reflection. Rambling again...lol.
Ocean was on her back with her legs pulled up to her chest and holding her legs behind her knees with both arms. But the shocking part was what Harley was doing. She had slipped into a strap-on and was now covering it in baby oil it looked as she slipped below her best friend and as Ocean looked on with a smile of approval, she guided the head into Ocean. She was sitting below Ocean's legs with her knees folded under her, the strap-on dildo in place around her crotch and slowly began pumping it in and out of her best friend's pussy (or so I thought at first).
That's when I realized the cock wasn't going in and out of Ocean's happy hole but it was sliding in and out of her butt. This was possible to see so clearly cause of the position on the two's on the bed. Harley was acting like she was in a porn movie or something with one hand holding Ocean's ankles together above her body and the other arm hanging down by her side and holding on to her own calf muscle. Her hips jerking as the cock pumped into Ocean's back door like a piston in and out. Ocean's moaning was one of intense pleasure it seemed as she clutched at her own calf muscles and let her eyes roll back in her head as she got butt fucked by my sister.
"OH yeah sissy give it to her" I said as I stripped my shorts and panties down and starting to quickly rub at my pussy lips.
To be Continued...
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