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Allison in the Graveyard
By Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

The story I'm about to relate is true, if a little 
strange. It so happens that the first time I had an 
orgasm I had it by a girl's hand and that girl was my 
older sister. (mf, inc, mast, voy)

***

You could say I was a late bloomer because I'd never 
had an orgasm before I'd turned 12, but on the other 
hand I had been masturbated by a girl at 12 which I 
guess put me at the young end of the spectrum for 
sexual contact with the opposite sex.

The family was on summer vacation when this all took 
place. We... my mom and dad and sister Allison and I 
always took a month during summer and went to mom's 
folk's cabin in the mountains just outside of Denver. 
It was a small community called Georgetown alongside 
the freeway as you leave Denver heading west.

We had been going there every summer for as far back as 
I can remember and I enjoyed roaming over the hills and 
fields as a kid. But my sister who was in her teens 
then hated being pulled away from her friends and 
"exiled" in the backwaters, as she put it.

Maybe the fact that Allison was board, or maybe because 
she was 15 and I was 12; maybe that's why we seemed to 
be fighting all the time that summer. If I said 
something was white she'd say it was black and then 
we'd go at it until mom or dad finally broke us up.

So it is even more mystifying that what happened, 
happened.

I was hiking around up the hill from our cabin, poking 
around in one of the old ruined gold mines that were 
all over the place back then, when I heard a noise. I 
didn't think anyone should be there because it was on 
our property and trespassing didn't usually happen up 
here.

I cautiously crept up to the corner of one of the old 
timber buildings and peeked around the corner. You can 
imagine my surprise when I saw my sister lying on a 
blanket frigging herself with her fingers and pinching 
her exposed nipples moaning softly all the while.

It was the moaning that I'd heard. But it was the sight 
of my near naked sister that held me there. I was 
caught in numb confusion, fear and excitement. Up until 
that moment I'd never seen my sister's naked body 
before and it was really something to behold.

As I said before Allison was 15, but what I didn't tell 
you was that she's very popular at school, one of those 
girls that all the boys wanted to date. I knew that of 
course and if the truth be told I though she was really 
pretty too, but she was my sister and I'd never lusted 
after her like the older boys a school did.

As I stood there trembling, it happened. I guess I 
moved or something because all of a sudden Allison 
looked my way and with a cry of surprise she jumped up 
began screeching at me for spying on her.

It all happened so quickly that I'm not sure I even 
remember exactly what happened to this day, years 
later. But my sister was screaming at me, calling me a 
little perv and threatening me that if I ever said 
anything to anyone about what I'd seen, she'd kill me.

I guess she was so mad at me that she forgot that she 
was still half naked. She had taken off her Levis and 
her shirt was still shoved up over her tits and I could 
see everything. Everything that a little boy might 
dream about, but had no real expectation of ever 
seeing.

Then Allison lunged toward me and the last thing I 
remember before I turned and ran down the hill at top 
speed, was my sister's breasts wobbling and the patch 
of pubic hair between her legs.

**

That night at dinner there was a palpable tension at 
the table. Allison wouldn't look at me and I was afraid 
to make eye contact with her. I mean, I'd seen her 
playing with herself. I might not have been doing it 
myself, but I did have a vague idea how it all worked 
and I knew what she was doing to herself.

It was just too embarrassing. I wished for the 
hundredth time that I'd left when I first stumbled upon 
her. But even as I wished it, I knew that I couldn't 
have, even if I'd wanted to. Watching Allison 
masturbating was something I'd remember for the rest of 
my life and I couldn't have cut and run even if I'd 
really wanted to.

But we had a problem. I guess you could say that I was 
"one up" on Allison. I'd seen her doing the naughty and 
she didn't have anything on me quite as bad. I would 
have promised never to say anything, but she wasn't 
talking to me, she just kept giving me the cold 
shoulder for the next few days.

Then about a week later when we'd pretty much gotten 
back to normal and were talking to each other between 
fights, she came up to me with sort of a proposition.

I was up by the old cemetery where no one ever went, 
just walking around and reading the old grave stones. 
This land was public land but the cemetery was really 
old and overgrown. I don't think anyone had been buried 
there for almost 100 years.

When I turned to head back home I stopped short. There 
was Allison standing about 20 yards away with her arms 
folded staring at me. She asked me why I'd spied on her 
the week before and I answered honestly that I hadn't 
meant to. I told her that I'd heard a noise and had 
gone to investigate.

Allison seemed to believe me. But we both knew that I 
had something on her, and when she said, "Tommy, you 
have to make us even again, I can't have you holding 
this over me for the rest of my life." I knew then that 
I'd have to do something humiliating so she'd have 
something on me.

For some strange reason the fact that I knew it was 
inevitable, aroused me. I didn't know that I was 
aroused then, I just knew that I had this excited 
feeling in the pit of my stomach, and in my crotch. It 
was a fuzzy defused tension that intensified my 
awareness of my surroundings.

I mumbled that I wouldn't tell anyone, I promised, but 
Allison wouldn't accept that. Finally I asked her what 
I could do to make it okay again. I was tired of all 
this tension and the strangeness between us. All I 
wanted was to have everything go back to the way it had 
been before.

My mouth opened in surprise and shock when my sister 
said, "The only way to make us even is for you to jack 
off while I watch you."

I couldn't believe that she'd said it. (I mean, how 
would you feel if your sister was standing in front of 
you, seriously insisting that you masturbate in front 
of her?)

I didn't know what to say, all I could do was mumble, 
"I can't."

But Allison wasn't going to let me keep my edge over 
her, she kept saying that it was "only fair" that I do 
it to make us even. I finally admitted that I was too 
scared and that I didn't think I could do it.

Looking back from an adult's perspective I am 
suspicious of Allison's intentions. With time as my 
filter I now believe that she might have hatched this 
plan of hers to get even, but also to have the 
opportunity to see a boy's equipment up close. 

Since those days, I've known a lot of women and I think 
they were just as curios about boys as boys were about 
girls at that age. And this "set up" was ideal for 
Allison to learn something about boys without putting 
herself in a compromising position.

When I'd said that I couldn't do it for the third time 
Allison told me that she'd help me do it. She kept 
saying that it was only fair that I do it in front of 
her like she'd done in front of me.

Well, there I was standing in the middle of an old 
disused graveyard with my sister insisting that I jack 
off in front of her. I know it's hard to believe but 
I'll say it again, this is the absolute truth!

Finally Allison walked up to me and pulled my pants 
down. She just reached out and yanked them down to my 
ankles. I didn't protest, I didn't really know what to 
do. Then she told me to sit on an overturned grave 
marker and when I did she lifted my feet and pulled my 
pants all the way off. Then Allison gestured to my 
underwear, "Take it off Tommy, c'mon, it's only fair!"

I didn't know what else to do, I felt so strange, 
really weird. I was finding it hard to breathe when I 
hooked my underpants with my thumbs and pulled them 
down my legs. 

To have my boyhood open to the air and my sister 
scoping it out made me want to faint. I swear I could 
have fainted then and there from fright but luckily 
Allison made me sit down before completely disrobing 
for her.

I'd been getting boners on a pretty regular basis for 
some time now, probably for more than a year. I just 
hadn't put two and two together yet and even though I 
had a clue how everything worked I didn't really know 
for sure.

So when Alison said, "Well, what are you waiting for? 
Start jacking off Tommy!" I didn't move. I looked at my 
sister standing there and then down to my soft little 
weenie, no life there. I said in a small frightened 
voice, "I can't."

Allison looked exasperated and came over and knelt in 
front of me. "All you have to do is wrap your fingers 
around it and pump. You can do that can't you?"

I looked up at my sister and felt like crying. Why was 
she making me do this? Then I almost jumped out of my 
skin when she grabbed my limp dick with her hand and 
began to massage it.

Unable to speak I just looked at my sister's hand as it 
manipulated my dick. The massage she was giving me was 
bringing it to life. Along with a rush of blood to my 
brain, I guess blood was running to my dick too because 
almost instantly I was as hard as streetlamp pole!

I just sat there and watched as Allison began to jack 
me off. Even though I've had many sexual experiences 
since that time; those moments remain with me as the 
most exciting and wonderfully erotic I've ever 
experienced. (Keep in mind that I'd never had a real 
orgasm before, I'd never blown my load, so to speak. 
The closest I'd experienced was a couple of wet dreams 
over the past year and other than the mess in my 
underwear I'd pretty much missed the actual 
experience.)

As I sat there with my sister's hand pumping my erect 
dick, not knowing what to expect that I was finding it 
hard to sit up, my mind was totally blank. I wanted to 
lie down and it was all I could do to sit there and let 
her that to me.

I have no idea how long this went on. I vaguely 
remember that Allison seemed to really be into what she 
was doing to me. When she'd first seen me naked, she 
seemed slightly disgusted with my private parts. She 
made me pull my underwear down because it appeared that 
she hadn't wanted to touch me.

But moments after beginning to jack me off she was bent 
down close, looking at my dick and how the skin moved 
under her fingers and how the swollen head grew bigger 
on the down thrust. At one point I noticed her looking 
down the little slit in my penis where the pee comes 
out. When she pulled down hard on me it would open like 
a little mouth and she'd giggle when that happened.

Again I say that I have no real recollection of how 
long this went on, but what I do remember, like it was 
yesterday, was the moment of my first climax.

The first sensation I remember was a roaring in my ears 
and my body sort of jerked like a fish on the end of a 
line. I didn't know what was happening to me and a 
mixture of fear and lust rushed through my every fiber.

I cried out to my sister to stop. I was frightened that 
I was dieing, that she'd done something to me that was 
killing me. Just as Allison let go of my dick the first 
gush of cum jetted up and out of me. I'm not sure, but 
it looked like it hit my sister's left shoulder.

The next few jets of cum splattered on her shirt and 
she scrambled back squealing in disgust. I, all the 
while, leaned back on my hands and gasped as I watched 
my dick shooting thick white fluid like a little fire 
hose. That feeling deep down inside me was so glorious, 
that all other processes in by body stopped, only those 
involuntary processes like breathing were still 
functioning.

I still remember how numb I felt afterwards, the sound 
of the ocean reverberating in my ears. My dick was 
still jerking, but my head was a block of sponge and my 
breathing was the perfect imitation of a freight train. 
I did notice my sister's eyes were wide in surprise as 
she sat on the dirt looking up at me. My cum looked 
like silly string on her shirt.

I think Allison helped me dress, I'm not sure because I 
was still in shock. I do know that she helped me stand 
up and walked with me part way home. The one thing I do 
remember with crystal clarity was what she said as we 
left the graveyard.

She was still holding my by the arm when she said, "Wow 
Tommy! That was some show! I never imagined that a 
boy's sperm would shoot that far."

I didn't respond, I couldn't think of anything to say.

**

After that afternoon we stopped fighting all the time. 
We also never talked about what we'd done. Well, at 
least not for many years. It did come up about 20 years 
later during a family reunion when Allison and I had 
polished off a little too much alcohol.

Allison had been through two marriages and she'd had 
two kids and I guess she was drunker than I was because 
sometime before we went up to bed, the subject of our 
childhood came up. We were sitting in Mom's basement 
den all by ourselves and being a little toasted Allison 
was complaining about her past spouses and detailing 
their shortcomings.

Then out of the blue she said, "I still remember that 
time in the graveyard. Boy did you shoot off. None of 
the men I have ever been with could do what you did 
that day. It was really something."

I looked over at my sister and said, "Yeah, including 
me. I don't think I've ever cum so hard again in my 
life. Well, except a few times when I'm making love to 
someone and I think about that time. It sure was wild." 
There I'd said it. I'd voiced what I'd been thinking 
for most of my adult life.

Allison sat up a little and looked into my eyes. She 
smiled and then she heaved herself up from the couch 
and said, "Time to hit the sack little brother. See you 
in the morning." 

I watched my still, quite lovely sister, climb the 
stairs and I relived that moment in the graveyard 
again, for the thousandth time.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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