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Kristene Comes Home
by Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
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The story of a young American woman who grew up in
Northern Lebanon. Then returns to the United States
after her father dies, and has to pick up American ways
again, and try to fit in. (mf, ff, teens, voy, oral)
***
Kristene Baker knelt at the foot of the stairs, not
quite able to believe her eyes. The sight of her older
sister lying on the living-room floor, her boyfriend's
face buried between her legs, was something both
confusing and exciting. Watching them was wrong, of
course, but she couldn't move.
Her life experience up to this moment hadn't prepared
her for such a situation. She'd lived out of the
country for almost five of her eighteen years. Her
father, who was Lebanese, had taken her back to his
home country when he and her mom had divorced.
She'd never quite understood why she was the one who
had to go, and not Amy, who was a year older, and more
out-going. However, it had happened and her life had
changed dramatically as a result.
Living in the Middle East as a Muslim, and having to
adapt to the customs of her father's people had been
quite a challenge for the young American girl. She
didn't look like the rest of the Muslim kids, being
blonde and fair-skinned like her mother, and she stood
out like a Christmas tree during Ramadan.
She was self-conscious about how strange she must look
to the locals, and was glad that she was required to
wear the concealing chador, the prescribed clothing of
a Muslim female, whenever she had to go outside her
home.
Now that Kristene was back in the United States,
everything was again strange to her. After the strict
religious life of Lebanon, and the exacting discipline
to which she had been subject there, life in America
was frightening. There seemed to be unlimited freedom,
and that scared Kristene more than she cared to admit.
She was afraid of the kids at school and afraid of the
teachers too. There seemed to be no order, no belief
system, no discipline of any kind. People did what they
wanted, whenever they wanted it, with little thought of
right and wrong.
***
So there she was, kneeling behind the banister of the
stairway at home, watching an ungodly act take place in
her own living-room.
Kristene had been unsettled by her sister's behavior
ever since arriving home after her father's death. She
had been relieved when her mom insisted that she be
allowed to return to her surviving parent, but had been
in a state of fear and confusion ever since.
Being confronted with her sister having sex with her
boyfriend was just another in a seemingly long series
of events to which Kristene was finding it hard to
adjust.
As she turned and ran away in embarrassed confusion,
she heard her name being called. Oh god, they must have
seen her watching them!
Kristene couldn't face that. It was unthinkable that
she'd even watched them having sex, far less oral sex,
which was an offense against the Quran, and probably
the Bible too.
She ran on, unseeing, tears of shame coursing down her
cheeks, neither knowing nor caring where she went, just
wanting to get away.
Amy had noticed a movement from the stairs and saw her
sister turning away. She was instantly sorry that she'd
let Rob talk her into having sex at home. She struggled
to a sitting position, shoving Rob's face out of her
crotch, and yelled for her sister to stop. But it was
too late.
There was no telling how long she'd been there. Amy
knew that her younger sister was having trouble
adjusting to the American lifestyle, and that this
little scene would probably set her back even further.
She felt bad, even ashamed.
She grabbed her skirt and quickly wrapped it around her
waist, then she slipped on her shoes and ran out the
door after her sister. By then, Rob had figured out
what had happened and ran out behind Amy, straightening
his clothes as he went.
They searched until they saw Kristene sitting in the
bleachers of the little-league field, about a mile down
the road from her home. The young blonde was crouching,
her sweater pulled over her head like a chador, as if
she wanted to hide from the world.
As Amy came up to her, Kristene went rigid. Not knowing
what to do or say, she hid her face, her shame and
embarrassment just too much for her to bear.
"Kristene, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for you to
see us, honest," Amy pleaded. She felt guilty about her
sister looking so lost and frightened, and almost
wanted to cry herself.
Kristene mumbled that she was sorry she'd spied on
them; that it had been an accident; and that she'd
never do it again.
The sisters sat together, hugging each other, for a
long time, with Amy continuously reassuring her younger
sister. She rocked Kristene gently, back and forth, as
if she were a baby she was trying to soothe.
Meanwhile Rob stood watching this touching scene,
thinking how nice both sisters looked. Their faces
flushed and streaked with tears, and their color
heightened by exercise and crying, both were quite
lovely.
He still felt horny, having planned a nice afternoon of
slow sex with Amy. He felt a bit frustrated by the turn
of events, but remained hopeful. He'd been attracted by
the younger sister when she first showed up, several
months ago, but had been put off by her strange
behavior.
For the first couple of weeks she'd insisted on wearing
that 'chador' thing, and using Arabic to describe
anything for which she didn't know the English
expression.
Admittedly, she didn't have a foreign accent when she
spoke English, but she didn't know the English name of
lots of things. It was just weird.
He'd driven both her and Amy to the mall shortly after
Kristene's arrival home. They'd taken her to several
clothing stores, and Rob still remembered her trying on
some dresses for school. Amy had picked out some really
sexy stuff, and Kristene had tried them on. She'd
looked incredibly sexy, especially in a little red
dress which came down only as far as a few inches below
her snatch. (He smiled at the recollection).
When Kristene had said that she couldn't possibly wear
something like that in public, Rob had tried to
convince her that it made her look like a goddess.
Eventually she had let Amy buy it for her, but she'd
never worn it since.
***
That afternoon Rob went home frustrated because Amy
wanted to be alone with her sister. He locked himself
in his room to 'beat his meat', imagining what it would
be like to have both sisters at the same time. With
thoughts like that he soon got relief, though he
remained somehow unsatisfied.
His thoughts returned once more to his girlfriend's
younger sister.
***
That night Kristene dreamt that her sister and her
sister's boyfriend were making love in front of her.
Unlike during waking hours, the vision wasn't under the
control of her willpower. She dreamt that, instead of
turning and running, she had walked into the room and
stood over the lovers as they lay on the floor.
In the dream her sister looked up at her while Rob
busied himself between her legs. Amy smiled sexily at
her, a strange look in her eyes, and asked if she'd
like to join them.
Rob looked up at her then, her sister's sexual juices
smeared over his chin and lips. He reached for her hand
and slowly pulled her down to the floor beside Amy. He
then, as slowly, unbuttoned her Levis and undressed her
from the waist down, as he had already undressed her
sister.
The dream made Kristene look up at Rob while he removed
his own clothing. He was beautiful, all muscles and
tan.
In the dream he was a perfect lover, gentle with her,
and expertly nestling his face between her legs. Her
sister was lying down on the floor, her face propped on
her elbow. She was smiling at them, saying how
beautiful they looked together.
Kristene felt Rob licking her sensuously, massaging her
private domain, as he had been doing when she'd watched
him with her sister on the living-room rug.
A pang of fear shot through her when she felt, and then
saw, him sliding his body up along hers. She had
marveled at his sex equipment when she'd first seen him
undressed, but hadn't thought it through.
He continued to climb up her body until he rested in
her cradle. Kristene reached down between their bodies
and grasped his penis, his oh-so-hard penis, wriggling
a little sideways so that she might see what he looked
like up close.
For some reason his penis looked really inviting, slick
and nice, and unbelievably large. Then, without a word,
Rob pushed her hand away and hovered over her, his
hands firmly planted on either side of her T-shirt-
covered shoulders, and touched her sex with his.
She could feel him knocking at her opening; then she
felt his penis head stretching her open, followed by a
smooth thrust into her depths, 'Oh god!' she moaned as
she came in the night.
Kristene's eyes shot open as she experienced her first
true orgasm, biting her lip, trying to remain quiet.
She lay there, silently rocking back and forth, unusual
sensations rushing through her body, shivering in
physical ecstasy.
Just dreaming about Rob had made her come in her sleep.
After the unfamiliar raking orgasms slowed, and finally
stopped, Kristene was ashamed of what her body had just
experienced. She'd only had one other even remotely
similar experience, when she was thirteen, just before
going to the Middle East. She'd always remembered that
feeling, but hadn't understood what it was, or quite
how it had happened.
Having subsequently been under tight moral control, she
hadn't even thought about sex for the next five years
of her life.
She started feeling guilty about her dream. Having sex
with her sister's boyfriend was against everything
she'd learned from the Quran, and from Hadith. She was
more confused than ever, and tossed and turned through
the night.
When dawn came at last, she was up with the birds. Her
body had generated a great deal of nervous energy
following her new experiences, so, her mind still in
turmoil, she went for an early morning run to work it
off.
***
The shower was on full blast as Kristene stood under
the flow, letting the hot water work its magic on her
tense muscles. The run had done her good, but somehow
she still felt tense. She knew she had several more
minutes to enjoy the hot water, but then she'd have to
get going if she wasn't to be late for school.
Standing under the soothing flow, her mind drifted, and
she thought about her high school and the day that
stretched before her, her fellow students and teachers.
She was academically far ahead of most of the other
kids at school, and the teachers liked her for that.
Her classmates, however, were less impressed, and
though they didn't exactly shun her, Kristene still
hadn't made any real friends. She thought it was
probably her fault. She was terribly shy, so
conversations with boys were almost painful to get
through, while few girls talked to her at all.
The McPheresons lived next door, and Carry, the older
of their two daughters, had been paired off with
Kristene when she arrived home from the Lebanon.
However, they hadn't yet gotten very close; again it
was probably her own fault, she thought sadly. Their
parents had tried hard to make them friends, but it
didn't feel quite right.
Kristene was abruptly returned to the present when her
sister popped her head through the steam-filled opening
of the shower-stall and asked: "Hey, lazy-bones, you
going to school, or you planning to stay in here all
day? Mom wants you downstairs asap!"
Kristene felt strange to have her sister standing
there, appraising her naked body.
"You know, you really should wear something other than
Levis to school. I'm telling you, senior year is the
best time you'll ever have. And with a body like that
you could have them eating out of your hand.
She reached in and turned off the water. Kristene just
stood there, not knowing what to do. She deliberately
didn't try to cover herself with her arms and hands;
she didn't want to look as if she felt guilty about
something.
Meanwhile Amy looked her over from head to toe before
saying: "Well, you coming out or not?"
Kristene stumbled out of the shower, while Amy grabbed
the towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, rubbing
her body vigorously to dry her.
Kristene nervously asked her sister what she was doing.
"Amy, I can dry myself, you know. Please give me a
little privacy."
Amy looked into her eyes and smiled. "I do know you can
dry yourself, Krissy, but I want to do it."
Kristene didn't know what to say to this. She didn't
know why Amy was acting this way, but she didn't want
to offend her, so she stood in the middle of the
bathroom and let her sister dry her body completely.
She jumped, however, when Amy's hand 'accidentally'
touched her left breast.
"I think I'm dry enough, Amy. Thanks for your help, but
I'll take it from here if that's OK with you?" she
said, a nervous squeak in her voice.
"Krissy, you're gonna have to learn to be less up-
tight. You've been to places I can only dream about,
and met people I never will, and that's great; but
you're back in the good old USA now, and you need to
try to fit in more than you have. Try letting some of
those formidable defenses down a little." She smiled
while saying it, but Kristene was hurt by her sister's
criticism.
Amy left her at last to dress in peace, glancing behind
her one last time as she left the room, admiring her
younger sister's body and thinking to herself: What a
waste to keep that hidden!
***
For the past week or two Kristene had been toying with
the idea of wearing more feminine clothes, but she
guessed she probably wouldn't really do it. She felt
comfortable in pants, and after the ridicule she'd had
from kids in her neighborhood for wearing the chador
when she'd first arrived, she was in no hurry to change
her style of clothing.
But her sister's criticism stung her. Was she a mouse,
or a woman? Kristene stood naked in front of the floor-
length mirror and looked at herself. There was nothing
in the reflection that bothered her, she thought. She
had a well-proportioned body, to which she'd never
really given much thought before; she was pleased with
her general appearance.
For most of her teenage years she'd been covered from
head to toe, and no one else had seen her unclothed
body . Having Amy look at her nude had been
surprisingly exhilarating. What would it feel like
actually to wear the skimpy red dress Amy had insisted
she try on? It had felt quite deliciously sinful
wearing it.
Kristene still savored that feeling. She'd almost
fainted, she'd been so excited at having her body on
public display. She smiled at herself. "What a dope I
am!" she thought. "Women wear stuff like that all the
time."
She was determined to try to 'fit in', so she decided
to wear that dress to school, and start working on
making friends.
Just then she heard a knock, and she turned to see
Carry McPhereson looking in through the door. Kristene
quickly held her towel up to cover her nakedness.
Carry was surprised to find Kristene not yet dressed;
she'd always been before. "You're not ready," she said
accusingly. "Hurry up;
I don't want to be late. I'm in enough trouble at
school as it is."
It was Carry's 'job' to accompany Kristene to school
each day. She didn't really mind it, and, in fact,
wasn't too upset that her charge was running late. It
was interesting to see her in such an embarrassing
position.
On an impulse Kristene dropped the towel and turned to
face her classmate. "Carry, how do you think I look?"
Carry stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, then
stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.
"You look really nice, Krissy." She came and stood
right in front of Kristene and smiled. Then, wrapping
her arms around Kristene's naked body, she pulled her
close and kissed her.
Kristene began struggling after her initial surprise
had worn off. She was surprised and shocked at her own
feelings during the moments before reason told her that
Carry was doing something wrong.
In those brief moments she'd returned to that strange
place she'd inhabited the previous night, in her
dreams. She fought to break Carry's kiss, but she felt
weak; her knees buckled under her, and her heartbeat
pounded in her ears.
Carry's hands were roving over her smooth back, and
down to her round bottom, her hand lingering there
while she massaged one cheek between her fingers and
thumb.
Eventually, unable to continue kissing Kristene without
taking a breath, Carry reluctantly pulled her lips away
after a last swirl of the tongue and stepped back.
"Yes, you look really sexy, Krissy," she said calmly,
sitting on the bed to watch her classmate dress. "So,
what are you planning to wear today?"
Carry behaved as if nothing untoward had occurred, but
Kristene was immobile with shock, as much by how Carry
had made her feel as by what she had done.
"W-what j-just happened there?" she asked in a small,
trembly voice.
"Didn't you know? I'm gay, and I like other girls. I
thought you knew, and were coming on to me. At school I
hang out with the "in" crowd, and most of us are gay or
bi. It's really 'in' right now. I might go straight
later, if I find the right guy, but for now it's a lot
of fun...
She chattered away, but Kristen didn't hear her; she
was still shocked at how much she'd enjoyed Carry's
kiss and her groping hand.
Impulsively, she went up to her. "Carry, what do gay
people do with each other? I don't see how they could
have, you know, sex. I mean neither of us has the right
equipment..."
She stumbled through the words, not knowing quite how
to express what she meant. All she knew was that Carry
had made her feel wonderful, and that she wanted more
of that feeling.
Carry knew just what to do; she could tell a horny
virgin when she saw one. She reached up and ran her
cool hands over her classmate's naked breasts.
Kristene closed her eyes and bathed in the sensation.
She almost jumped when she felt a hand between her
legs, but then decided she liked that too.
She stood there, her legs trembling, waiting for... she
didn't know what. She had no idea what to expect. All
she knew was that she had an urgent need, and that
Carry might know how to satisfy it.
Examining her at close range, Carry was becoming
excited. She'd previously admired Kristene's body, even
in loose-fitting clothes, but had never expected to get
anywhere with her. She'd decided that Kristene was some
kind of Islamic weirdo, but, weirdo or not, she was
something else.
Carry was instantly turned-on, and began probing every
nook and cranny of her new friend's body with her
hands. She stroked her velvety skin, running her hands
repeatedly over Kristene's breasts and nipples, and
seeing her tremble at each intimate contact. When she
reached the naked pussy and started rubbing, Kristene
collapsed onto the bed, next to Carry, her legs no
longer able to keep her erect.
Carry rolled over on top of Kristene's spread-eagled
body and really started doing what she liked to do
most. She started with Kristene's nipples, and worked
slowly down to the fresh little pussy, her tongue
flicking here, there, and everywhere.
Kristene moaned with unleashed lust at the feel of
Carry's hand and mouth. It made Carry smile inwardly,
recalling her own first time. "Bring your legs up, as
if you're going to do sit-ups," she ordered.
Kristene did as she was told, but she was nervous, her
body quivering at every touch.
Carry now put her hands on Kristene's knees and made
her spread her legs, then slid her hands down inside
her thighs towards her crotch.
"Beautiful pussy!" she murmured.
Pussy? Kristene frowned. She had heard the word before,
referring to a girl's crotch, but had been told that
girls hated that word.
Carry realized what she was thinking. "It's OK to say
pussy; sometimes even cunt, or twat - whatever you
like. Just don't use words like that in front of anyone
you wouldn't say 'fuck' to."
She put her hands on Kristene's inner thighs, and
Kristene jumped as Carry lowered her face between her
legs and pressed her mouth against her pussy. After the
first shock, however, she just stared at the ceiling
and let Carry do her thing. She'd never before imagined
that this kind of activity occurred between girls.
Carry licked up and down the spread pussy lips, so
lightly that Kristene almost fell asleep. Suddenly,
however, Carry moved her hands inward and touched
Kristene's vagina. She pulled the little lips apart and
eased her tongue inside.
Kristene's body became rigid as her friend slowly, and
methodically, tongued her. It felt weird, but good. So
good, in fact, that her entire body became warm.
Suddenly Kristene felt herself about to urinate on
Carry's tongue. Thinking of the humiliation she would
suffer should something like that happen she tried to
stop the feeling, but it only grew more intense.
Eventually she just had to let herself go.
However, she didn't urinate. Instead, a star burst
inside her body and radiated outward, as Carry gently
brought her classmate to her first wakeful orgasm.
Kristene lost all control of her body, the release was
so intense, so wonderful. She was crying as her body
was racked by repeated orgasmic spasms.
Carry maintained her rhythm on Kristene's clitoris
until she could no longer take the intense pleasure,
and pushed her friend's head away.
Still crying, Kristene curled herself into a fetal
ball, while Carry held her in her arms. She continued
slowly stroking Kristene's now-sopping pussy lips,
enjoying the moment, until the girls heard Kristene's
mother calling for her to come down for breakfast.
***
From that morning, Carry and Kristene were the best of
friends. Kristene wore her little red dress to school
that day, and soon afterwards got in with the 'in'
crowd.
As far as men were concerned, however, she remained a
virgin for another five years.
END
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his
encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
good job editing my little story.
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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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