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My Sister's Lesbian Lover
by AB-2010 (address withheld)
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A 14-year old boy receives an unusual request from his
sister who is home from college during the holidays.
(F/m-teen, 1st, preg)
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As told to me by Kevin from Wisconsin
I know that the title of this story promises that it's
going to be about girl on girl sex, but it's not.
Actually it's about my sister's lover and me.
My sister Adrienne was 23-years-old, the oldest of us 5
kids. She was also the only one who had left home at
that point in our lives. I was 14-years-old at the time
this startling event took place.
My sister knew that she was different at a fairly early
age. She always liked girls better than boys. Our folks
thought at first that she was just a tomboy and that she
would out grow it. But not Adrienne, she kept making
friends with the most feminine girls at school. She sort
of dominated them and was always their protector.
Adrienne doesn't look like a dike or anything; as a
matter of fact she looks quite a lot like a young Terri
Hatcher, if you know who she is. She has a pleasant
olive complexion and lustrous brunette hair and a
mysterious smile that I like to look at.
Anyway, her attachment to other girls in school was the
original clue to my sister's lesbian lifestyle. All the
boys in school wanted to date her, to take her to the
prom and all the other events that go on in typical high
schools. But Adrienne was having nothing to do with
them. If she went to the prom it was with one of her
"friends" and that person was usually an attractive
femme fatale.
Being the only boy in the family I was always being hit
on to ask Adrienne for a date for some guy or other who
wanted to get in her pants. They thought they could talk
to me because we were guys, but I soon learned that
their hopes where futile. And after a while I just had
to tell them that my sister, no matter how hot she
looked, just didn't like guys.
Just before graduating from high school Adrienne came
out of the closet and exposed her alternative lifestyle
to the world. Our dad took it pretty hard, but I think
Mom already knew all about Adrienne, at least she didn't
seem all that surprised.
Adrienne went right off to college that next fall and
soon fell into a relationship with another woman who was
also a student at the university. Adrienne called home
once a month, usually on a Sunday afternoon and through
those calls we found out that she'd "married" this other
woman.
At the time I didn't know that women could marry each
other, but apparently there is a civil ceremony in our
state that is the same thing as marriage. Wow, was that
a shock to our dad's nervous system.
Once our folks got used to this new situation they
started urging Adrienne to bring her "partner" home
during the next holiday, which was Christmas vacation.
They got 3-weeks off from school during the Christmas
and New Years holidays and Mom wanted to have the family
all together again, even if some of them would be
Lesbians.
Being 14 I thought my sister being a lesbian was cool
and being 14 the thought of 2 girls doing IT was the
source of many masturbatory fantasies. I could envision
Adrienne's tight athletic body and smooth olive skin
naked with some other woman, mounting her with a big old
dildo strapped on or something. I wasn't quite sure how
Lesbians had sex, but my imagination was vivid, giving
me hours of enjoyment.
When Adrienne and her "partner" Wendy, finally showed
up, I wasn't disappointed. Wendy was a real hotty. Just
like Adrienne had always done before, she'd picked a
soft, feminine girl to be her lover. Only this time her
lover could have been a rock star. She had an olive
complexion too, with skin that glowed with health. And
her body was obviously perfect, even fully clothed for
cold weather a guy can tell.
The only problem, and a source for much consternation
with us younger kids, was that we only had 4-bedrooms in
the house. My mother and father had the master bedroom.
I had a room to myself because I was the only boy in the
family. Jeannine and Margaret had one and Louise used to
share a room with Adrienne. Where was the lesbian couple
going to sleep?
It was worked out that Louise was to sleep on the pull
out couch in the living room while the happy couple were
visiting. She was pretty gracious once she stopped
whining about how unfair life can be.
I only tell you all the sleeping arrangements so that
you'll know that that Adrienne and Wendy ended up
staying right next to my bedroom, and you can be assured
that I had my ear glued to the wall that night when we
went to bed. I wanted to hear them if they were going to
do IT their first night at home.
I was somewhat awe struck by Wendy. She was really nice
to me from the beginning. She'd zoned right in on me
when they first arrived and had been so nice to me all
night. I was totally infatuated with her. It doesn't
take a lot to flatter a 14-year-old boy, just a few,
"Boy aren't you a handsome stud?" or "My, what nice
muscles you have Kevin." And I was hers to do with what
she would.
If I'd only known.
After everyone had gone to bed that first night, I did
get an ear full. I wished I could have been a fly on
their bedroom wall. The sounds coming from their room
were tantalizing. I could hear the bed creaking
rhythmically and even hear a muffed scream of lust that
I could have sworn sounded like it came from Wendy. Then
I heard 2 female voices giggling and talking excitedly.
But I couldn't really make out what they were saying.
Needless to say I blew my load that night. Once during
and once after their lovemaking.
The next morning arrived and I guess I did sleep
finally. I could barely stop from smiling that morning
at breakfast. Just the thought of Wendy's naked writhing
body, sexually aroused, waiting, wanting. Fuck, I was
hard again!
I swore to myself that I'd wait until nighttime to
succumb to my urges. If I really tried I could get
through the day without jacking off. I wanted to save
myself for the girl's lovemaking session that night.
After dinner we all sat on the porch to eat ice cream.
It had been an unusually warm day for that time of year,
and that evening was warm by winter standards too. Wendy
had actually taken off her sweater before dinner and I
was there to see her do it.
I was enjoying the vision of her arms raised over her
head tugging away at the sweater. I could see her
breasts contoured against her white shirt, and could
clearly see the white bra straps highlighted against her
tanned skin through the material of her shirt. I had the
urge to kiss her, or maybe touch her inappropriately.
Anyway, finally the evening's gathering was over and we
all wandered our separate ways to our separate beds.
Only shortly after I'd climbed into my bed with a full
box of Kleenex and a mission on my mind, there was a
knock on my door.
I quickly shoved the Kleenex under my pillow and asked
who it was. It was Adrienne.
When she came into the room I could smell her perfume.
She'd changed for bed and had on a terry robe. I tried
to imagine what she looked like without clothes on, but
when she crossed the room and sat on the bed next to me
I was distracted from that thought by her being so close
to my perverted self.
The thought kept flashing through my mind that there
were only 2 layers of cloth between her body and mine. I
can't really tell you why I was thinking of my Lesbian
sister as a sex object other than to say that at that
point in my life I was thinking about most females as
sex objects. And the memory of the night before was
still vivid in my imagination.
Adrienne leaned over me and said, "Kevin, would you do
me a really big favor?" I was squirming around under her
scrutiny, trying to hide the fact that I had a hard-on.
But what she said next made me numb with excitement, a
feeling I probably will never feel again quite so
intensely.
"Wendy and I really want to have a baby. She likes you
Kevin, and I can't think of any guy I'd rather have
father our child."
I lay there looking up at my big sister, breathless with
a feeling of fear and excitement raging through my body
and she continued, "We don't have the money for all that
artificial insemination stuff and doctor's fees. I
was... well, um, would you mind sleeping with Wendy? I
know it's a strange thing to ask, but it would be a
really big favor to us both."
I couldn't talk, but I didn't want her or Wendy to
change their minds so I nodded my head vigorously 'yes'
making it plain that I wanted to fuck Wendy. Adrienne
looked at me with a strange expression and then her eyes
traveled down my prone body to the throbbing tent that
my hard dick was making against the sheet at crotch
level. She looked back into my eyes and smiled at me.
When Adrienne reached out and squeezed me through the
sheet and said, "Well, little brother, I guess Wendy and
I didn't have to worry after all, huh?" and she smiled
again, getting up and walking to the door.
My head was spinning as Adrienne left the room only to
be immediately replaced by the vision of Wendy walking
in to stand next to my bed. She sloughed off her robe to
stand naked before me, looking down at me. Then she bent
over and pulled the sheet away and looked at my naked
teenage body sprawled out on the rumpled sheets.
I had the urge to cover my erection with me hands, but I
fought it and just lay there letting Wendy inspect the
merchandise. I'd never seen a woman completely naked
before. I sure as hell had never been stared at by a
naked female before, while being naked, it was a real
trip.
I knew that if this went on much longer I'd blow my load
without doing anything. I was so horny I knew that if
she touched me I'd cum. I mumbled, "Wendy, I think I'm
gonna cum pretty soon, I'm sorry but you're too much for
me to take." (How lame, I know.)
I gasped in surprise when Wendy hurriedly climbed on top
of me. She barely got my slime covered dick into her
pussy before I groaned and felt that wonderfully
satisfying feeling surge through me as I pumped my cum
deep into her. She just rode me until I was done.
Then when it was obvious that I'd done my business she
slowing disengaged herself and got off the bed to stand
next to me. "Thank you Kevin. How about we do this again
tomorrow night?"
I nodded, and she bent down to me and kissed me on the
lips. I was still hard when she left the room. I ended
up jacking off again before I could get to sleep. And
rest assured that I beat the meat prior to our encounter
the next night so that our sex would last longer.
I ended up fucking Wendy just about every night during
their vacation home. I learned a lot about making love
to a woman and out of that experience with Wendy grew a
new confidence with women that stood me well throughout
my life.
Wendy was a beautiful woman, and I think she enjoyed
having sex with me. I suspect that she was more BI than
Lesbian, but my sister is such a dominant personality
that she kept Wendy sort of under her thumb.
Needless to say after having sex with Wendy more than a
dozen times, she did become pregnant and it was really
kind of strange to know that I was a father at 15-years-
old. But then only Adrienne, Wendy and I knew who the
father was. Well, I guess you do too... now.
END
Author's note: If this story sounds familiar it is
because I wrote it in 2001 under a different author
handle. I have revisited the story, fleshed it out and
republished it here. AB
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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