The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 7: A Big Difference
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 7: A Big Difference - Lewis is 15 and decides to get a Saturday job. Finding one in a Video hire shop helping Mike the manager, he finds himself earning a bit extra every week by having some interesting fitness tests followed by some relaxation including sex lessons and experiences which he thoroughly enjoys.
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Ma/mt mt/mt Teenagers Coercion Consensual Rape Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Torture Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Teacher/Student
‘Oh, and I have an older brother and a younger sister. My brother works abroad and my sister is still at home with mum and dad, she’s thirteen.’
As he returned up from her feet, Cliff asked, ‘How do you get on with them all?’
‘Ok,’ she answered, ‘Mum and dad are lovely. My older brother is twenty-three. He was always overprotective of me when he was at home, and we argued about it at times. But the argument was mostly good natured, and we got on well generally. I missed him terribly when he moved to Canada to work.’
As he massaged over her cheeks, she went quiet again until he reached her waist, then she volunteered, ‘That felt rather nice. I’m surprised, I was a bit nervous on the way down, but it was lovely on the way back up.’ Then as he moved on up her back,’ she continued.
‘My sister and I have always got on well. We’ve had occasional arguments naturally, but they were always short lived.’ Cliff reached her shoulders, massaged her head, then told her to turn over. ‘How are you finding it?’ he asked. ‘I don’t know quite what I expected,’ she told him, ‘But it’s nothing like I imagined. In fact, up to now, it’s been quite enjoyable.’
‘That’s good,’ Cliff told her. ‘Now I’m going to do the same on your front as I ask even more questions. Same as before, I won’t move off your head until you say ‘Go.’ As he started massaging the front of her head, he noticed a slight smile on her face as she closed her eyes.
Moments later came a quiet ‘Go.’ As he massaged the front of her shoulders he asked, ‘You mentioned feeling lonely, can you tell me when that feeling first started?’ ‘It was just after my seventeenth birthday when I started work at Mr O’Riley’s and got my own flat.’ Emily told him.
Then she stopped as he massaged over her breasts. When he reached her stomach, Emily said, ‘You’re so gentle, that brought back lovely memories.’ Then she went red as if she had said something she hadn’t meant to. ‘Anyway,’ she continued, ‘I’d always lived at home surrounded by people.’
‘To suddenly be completely on my own was so different. I liked it, don’t get me wrong, but it was a lonely life. Especially as my brother moved away to work abroad a month later. Mum and dad and my sister visited often, but nice as that was, it’s not the same as having company all the time.’
She stopped again and looked nervous as he massaged over the front of her jeans. But she didn’t stiffen up or say ‘Stop,’ so Cliff carried on. When he went down her legs, she gave a sigh and told him, ‘I never expected to allow anyone to touch me in that area ever again.’
‘Why do you think you didn’t call out ‘Stop?’ Cliff asked. ‘I’m not really sure,’ Emily mused, ‘I think that probably because you remind me of my brother, he’d never hurt anyone either. And you’re so gentle, all of your touching has been lovely.’
‘It probably feels even nicer because I’d convinced myself it was something I’d never feel again.’ As Cliff reached her feet he told her, ‘You’re really doing well.’ As he started back up her legs he asked, ‘Did you ever break the loneliness by finding a boyfriend?’
‘No,’ Emily replied, ‘I’d got so used to not having one by the time I got my flat, and my brother had warned me about men who might come after me because I was working and had my own flat. Plus, I never really met anyone I liked that much anyway.’
‘So, have you ever had a boyfriend?’ Cliff asked as he moved up her thighs. ‘No, not really.’ Emily admitted. ‘There was a boy from school who I liked, and he invited me to the cinema when I was just turned fifteen.’ She went quiet again as Cliff massaged the front of her jeans.
This time she was smiling and clearly enjoying his touch. As he moved off her jeans Emily told him, ‘I feel so happy all of a sudden.’ ‘That’s good Cliff told her. ‘Why do you think that is so?’ ‘You’re bringing back so many happy memories.’ she admitted.
‘What happened to the boy from school after the cinema trip?’ Cliff asked as he massaged up over her stomach. ‘He walked me home afterwards and we stood at the front door talking. Then I think he was just about to kiss me goodnight when the door opened.’
She went quiet again as he massaged over her breasts. ‘That’s lovely,’ she called out, ‘You’re sending lovely sensations through me, I’ve missed them so much.’ Cliff’s impression was that she was enjoying the feeling so much, she wasn’t paying much attention to what she was saying.
As Cliff massaged her shoulders, she just lay still, with a lovely and contented smile on her face. ‘Very well done.’ Cliff told her as he massaged her head and took his hands away. He gave her a smile and told her, ‘Next, I want you to turn over so I can go down your back again.’
‘You’re clearly enjoying the massage, and a massage is always much nicer and far more relaxing on the skin. So, before you turn over, I’d like you to consider taking your top off, then I can massage your back directly on the skin instead of on your clothes.’
‘But remember, you don’t need to do anything in this room unless you’re happy about it. If you don’t feel able to do that, just turn over as you are.’ Emily sat up and started undoing her blouse. Cliff told her, ‘That’s a big step forward.’
She pulled it out of her jeans, slipped it off and threw it over onto the chair. She had slightly above average sized breasts in a pink bra. She didn’t seem at all bothered about Cliff seeing her like that. She lay down, gave him a smile and turned over.
Cliff massaged the back of her head and soon she said, ‘Go.’ As he massaged her bare shoulders, Cliff told her to carry on where she left off. ‘The front door opened,’ she said, ‘And my brother stood there.’ ‘Oh, I thought I heard someone at the door.’ he said.
He made no attempt to go back in, so Simon, the boy from school just said, ‘Goodnight Emily, thanks for coming.’ and walked off. I went in and my brother gave me a hug. He asked if I’d had a nice evening. ‘Yes,’ I told him, ‘Simon is really nice.’ He didn’t comment.
The next day at school I got the distinct impression that Simon was avoiding me. He never asked me out again. Then as Cliff moved up onto her jeans to massage her cheeks, she said, ‘That was lovely on my back, thank you.’ ‘Who did you go out with next then?’ Cliff asked.
‘No one,’ she replied sadly, ‘No one else ever asked me. Simon was ok with me a week later when we bumped into each other, but he never made any attempt to get close again. As Cliff moved on down the back of her legs, he asked, ‘Did your brother ever mention Simon again?’
‘Yes,’ she said sounding surprised. ‘About a week later we passed on the landing. He stopped and gave me a hug. ‘How is Simon?’ he asked. ‘I don’t know,’ I told him, ‘He seems to be avoiding me.’ ‘Never mind,’ he said cheerfully, ‘You’ll always have me.’
‘I always felt so safe in his arms, and after that I stopped worrying about why Simon had lost interest.’ Starting back up again, Cliff asked, ‘How would you describe your bothers appearance?’ ‘He’s taller than me and with broad shoulders,’ Emily told him. ‘He looks a real tough guy, but he’s soft really.’
‘I could never imagine him actually hitting anyone.’ ‘But does he look like he would, to someone who had just met him?’ Cliff asked. ‘Yes, I suppose he would,’ Emily agreed. ‘I only know how soft he is because I see so much of him.’
Cliff noticed the back of her neck go red at that point and wondered if her face had gone red because of what she had just said. He was starting to get a strange idea. As he massaged over her cheeks Emily let out a little happy cry.
Then as he moved onto her bare back, he’d hardly gone up an inch when Emily gave a contented moan and said very softly, ‘That feels lovely Victor.’ Cliff pretended he hadn’t heard and immediately asked, ‘How did your sister and brother get on with each other.’
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