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Silence Is A Virtue
by Enlightened Aneurysm (address withheld)
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Sex had never been big on my list of things to do. In
fact, until it actually happened, there wasn't even a
spot dedicated to it and my mind was absent of the
pressing need that occupied my friend's lives. (MF,
1st, inc, oral)
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I masturbated, don't get me wrong. But even that was a
once a week thing, if that. Maybe I did it incorrectly
because I never received the pleasure that showed
itself on the faces of the other guys in the all too
many jerk circles I took part in. I would feel a slight
thrill and then I would shoot my come eventually.
Sometimes I didn't even get to that stage and while
everyone else was sitting back on the bean bags, I was
there, massaging the limp organ that lived between my
legs, hoping to God that I was either going to come, or
fall into a gigantic hole, far away from the curious
faces that surrounded me.
My sister seemed to be the opposite of me. Barely two
years separated us and she seemed a million miles away
from the troubled eighteen year old that I was. I would
wake up in the early hours on a Sunday morning and
listen to her bed squeaking, aided either by her latest
catch, that previous evening or one of the many sex
objects I knew she kept.
Once or twice I would wake up and she would be lying
beside me in my bed. These were the few times when I
would get an erection unintentionally and as she lay
next to me, either out of a drunken mistake or after an
emotional discussion or break through, she would often
drape her arm across my chest and I would feel
complete. But by the morning she had crawled out of the
room and had returned to her own and more often than
not, the events of the night before were unknown to
her.
The day that my sister took my virginity was the start
of a series of Sundays where, as the sun slowly cut
through the curtains and started to light up the room,
Claire would still be snuggled up to my body, her eyes
closed and her cheek resting on my chest.
This particular Sunday, although she was snuggled
against me, her eyes were not closed but had instead
been concentrating on and been almost amused by the
slight tent created by my stirring penis which had
obviously failed to calm itself since the night before.
I was asleep at the time, but I remember she told me,
at that point she had such a desire to reach down under
the cover and into my boxers and to take a hold of it;
and this is what she had done.
In previous days we had steadily become closer as a
brother and sister, our encounters during the day
becoming increasingly filled with fondness and
admiration and compliments for each other. I assumed it
was simply because the academic term was only two weeks
away and we were heading to different universities. It
wasn't like it was America, where thousands of miles
separated us; this was the UK, but still it seemed as
though this was the beginning of the end.
I had woken up as my sister was wriggling her hands
around my waist and pulling my boxers down. I felt her
lift the waist band over my penis and draw my underwear
further down my legs to my ankles. I stayed still, I
hadn't felt her hand around my penis, but it felt as
though it had been recently squeezed. I kept myself in
the same position, one arm across my stomach and the
other bent by my ear. It was only when I felt her
fingers wrap around my erection that I reacted.
Quickly I brought my hands down pushing hers away; she
jumped in surprise and I jumped with her, pressing the
cover down to my legs. I didn't say anything as I
looked into her eyes; my face went a shade darker than
hers as my embarrassment became clear, but she was the
first to look away. She turned back to me and I
clenched my teeth as hard as I could as her hand moved
to my stomach.
I could feel my arm, pressed against the bed -
supporting me, quiver as she moved closer. Her fingers
trailed across my stomach and towards my side, around
to my back as she hugged me. I unclenched my teeth, my
tongue stuck to the top of my mouth, as I felt her
breath on my cheek and then my lips. We softly kissed
and it felt so right. It wasn't my first; I had
experienced innocent pecks on the lips from my mother
before and experimenting kisses off girls when I had
been younger, but neither had felt so good.
The kiss continued as her hand moved up my back and to
my shoulder, softly trailing down my arm until her
fingers ran across mine. She picked up my hand and
softly squeezed it; my fingers twitched in return as
she moved them to her leg. My hand rested there as she
pulled the cover up to our chins, my other arm gave way
and I found my head resting on the pillow, gazing back
into her eyes.
She had been wearing thin pyjama trousers, allowing me
to easily caress her skin without touching it. Her hand
brushed against my bare hip and she shuffled closer
again. Our lips met and I softly squeezed her thigh as
her fingers ran through my pubic hair to my penis.
I didn't resist her touch this time as I felt her hand
wrap around the base and found myself running my
fingers up her thighs. I softly cupped her mound
pressing my middle finger into the material, feeling a
warmth erupt and surround it. She pulled her mouth away
from mine and softly bit her lip, closing her eyes and
moving her forehead to my shoulder.
My index finger pushed with my middle finger, gently
rubbing against her body. I heard a whimper and softly
kissed her cheek as her hand began to run up and down
my length. I continued to rub her mound softly, feeling
her occasionally flinch, every now and then letting out
a soft moan.
I remember wanting to tell her that I loved her, that
this felt good and I wanted more. But I was silent
apart from my breathing, increasing as her strokes
became increased and faster. I moved my hand and
slipped it down the front of her pyjamas, my fingertips
brushing against the wisps of hair before my middle
finger slipped over a small bump and found the wet
mound of my sister. Her hand slowed down and gently
squeezed my shaft as my fingers pushed into her slit.
I heard a small moan and felt the vibrations as her
teeth gently bit my shoulder and my thumb returned to
the small bump. My fingers eased into her, aided by
small thrusts against my hand which I met with slightly
thrusting my erection into hers.
I slowly pulled and pushed my fingers back inside of
her, causing another moan and her own hand movements
onto me to start again. A regular thrust from her soon
met with my fingers, pushing them into the hilt every
time. I hadn't lasted much longer and soon my orgasm
came. Much more powerful then ever, I felt a jolt
inside of me and I moaned loudly, thrusting into my
sisters hand, letting my come spurt out.
As I calmed, my mind cleared and I was able to
concentrate on my sibling. I pulled her closer to my
and she moved her head from my shoulder, pressing her
lips against mine as she thrust back against my hand. I
tried to match my movements with hers as she sped up,
she broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against
mine, looking into my eyes as I felt her clamp around
my fingers.
She froze for a moment, her arms wrapped as much as
they could around me before loosening her grip and
falling back on to the bed. Slowly she reached under
the covers and took my hand out of her pyjamas, moving
it to her back as she moved in to snuggle against my
body. My neck was smothered with kisses and loving
words were whispered into each others ears.
She told me she loved me and it was all I needed to
hear.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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