Country Club Kids
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, ft/ft, mt/mt, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Reluctant, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, Brother, Sister, Cousins, Light Bond, Rough, Spanking, Group Sex, Anal Sex, Analingus, Cream Pie, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, First, Oral Sex, Slow,
Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A couple of affluent siblings are left largely unsupervised, what could possibly go wrong?
My sister who is 14 months older, and I grew up on a country club--I know, poor little rich kids. The problem was that we were surrounded by adults and much younger children. This story starts when we were 14 and 15, so we were too young to have wheels, and too old to hang out with the tweens and pre-teens. My sister Jen, short for Jennifer, was blond haired, blue eyed, 5’4”, and about 100 lbs. In other words, gorgeous. I was a little taller, and a little more filled out.
Our parents were so busy working to pay for the country club that they didn’t have a lot of time for us. We did have each other though, and we spent a lot of time together with minimal supervision.
It was Summertime, and we were spending a lot of time at the pool. I realized, sort of peripherally, that my sister had grown some nice boobs, but what I didn’t know that she also had developed a serious bush, and it embarrassed her no end; always something hanging out of the gusset, along with an unsightly bulge.
Passing by her room one afternoon I heard a cry of pain, and without giving it a second thought, I barged through her door to see what was wrong. What I saw made my jaw drop; she was spread eagled on her bed, naked from the waist down, trying to shave herself. Her cry was from the pain and frustration of cutting herself. Upon seeing me, she screamed, while simultaneously trying to cover herself, and fling a pillow at me. Frankly, I don’t know who was more embarrassed, her or me. Anyway, I beat a hasty retreat to my room.
Later she knocked on my door, called out my name, Jeff, and came in. She was really embarrassed, and apologizing all over herself. I sat her down, gave her a hug, and tried to make things easier. When she calmed down, she explained the situation, and expressed her frustration at being unable to do the job herself. In my naivety, I volunteered to help her, and got the look--OK maybe it wasn’t a great idea. It all faded into the background, except of course I had a really nice mental image--my first real live female pussy--to use as whacking material.
A couple of days later she came by my room, and popped the question. Was I serious about helping her with her problem. I really loved my sister, and would do anything for her, and told her so. The rules were agreed to: no pictures, no telling, no teasing, no inappropriate touching, and so on. She asked me to give her five minutes and to come to her room. 5 Minutes later, I knocked on her door, and heard a muffled come in. I walked in, and she was lying on her back on her bed fully clothed, with her face covered by a pillow.
She told me that she was just too embarrassed to help, and that I would have to do everything. So, I went and gathered the shaving stuff, and returned to her room, and she was still fully clothed. I really was going to have to do everything.
I unsnapped and unzipped her pants, and started to pull them down; she eventually had to help by lifting her hips. The same with the panties. Next a towel went under her bottom, and I spread her legs apart so that I could get to the problem. Man, I was really embarrassed and excited at the same time. I started at the top of her bush, and worked my way down. As I got nearer to her clit (at the time, I’m not sure that I knew that name) I had to pull, push, and manipulate the skin to make it taut enough for the razor to work. A musky scent filled the room, and Jen was really having trouble staying still. When I got to the area directly between her legs, they had to be really spread apart and my sister was super exposed.
About 15 minutes later, she was clean as a whistle, and I was hard as a rock. I used a damp towel to clean up the shaving cream, and noticed that when I was wiping she really had trouble lying still. Looking back, I’m pretty sure that I could have made some sort of move, but I was just so far out of my element and so far from what I expected that I couldn’t form the thoughts.
When I finished, I really didn’t know what to do, so I left her like that, and went back to my room for some serious self-abuse. The next morning, she told me how grateful she was.
About a week later, she asked for a repeat performance. This time, she was wearing sun dress, and all I had to do was slide it up her perfect legs, and expose her panty covered coochie. It went much easier this time because there was less hair, but I also had spent a little time on the net, and knew a little more. When I was pulling and tugging, I also made certain that, the images were forever seared into my brain. Just like last time, she had her face covered the entire time, and hadn’t uttered a word, but I did hear an occasional moan or gasp.
As I cleaned her up, she did squirm like crazy. By now, I suspicious that she was using me to masturbate, but I was far from certain, and afraid to do or say anything more than I already had. I was about the leave the room, when I heard a muffled request from under the pillow for me to rub in some lotion. Apparently, the last time, it had itched like the devil. I got some lotion, squirted it on her and immediately got a squeal--too cold I guess. I learned to warm it in my hands and then gently rub it around the area that I had shaved.
What a treat, this was actually touching and massaging a real pussy; I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. I certainly had about a year’s worth of masturbatory images, even if she was my sister.
This weekly routine went on for well over a month with me using Dr. Google to perfect my technique. During this time, she also got over her embarrassment enough to lose the pillow, and watch me work. This created the complication of me trying to hide my erection, which it turns out that I did with only limited success. One of the things that I had learned from the net was that many girls also shaved around their bum. So the next time, I suggested to my sister that maybe we should pay attention to that area as well. I got the feeling that she was intrigued, but she said absolutely not.
About two weeks later, when I thought that I was finished, she got a funny look on her face, and asked if I was serious about doing her butt. When I nodded my head, she rolled over. She had to help with this since I couldn’t get in there to work without her cheeks pulled out of the way. Talk about an erotic sight, a 15 year old girl legs slightly spread, lying face down, butt cheeks pulled apart, and her little pink star visible. I almost creamed in my pants right then. When I had finished, and was applying the lotion, her anus seemed to be nibbling at my finger. I paid a little extra attention to her starfish, and was rewarded with a couple of sighs.
I finished, and trying to hide my erection, I hurried to my room as fast as my legs would carry me. I ripped off my pants, grabbed some lotion, and was just about to go to town, when my door opened!