Changing the Rules of the Happiness Game
Copyright© 2022 by NotReallyAshamed
Chapter 4
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 4 - What's the secret to happiness? Rob thinks he's found it when his sister snuggles up to him, but as time passes the rules of the game keep changing out from under him. And his relationship with his best friend and his friend's mother is confusing, to say the least.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Small Breasts
The next morning, to my great relief, there had been no “accident.”
We woke up as usual, in each other’s arms, and I even managed to enjoy the simple feeling of holding Lily’s body close without being disturbed by untoward impulses. Perhaps it was just the sunlight streaming in the window that seemed to put a fresh, clean face on everything. Lily looked quietly content and I felt the same way. My anxiety had receded, but I knew it was still waiting in the wings. I tried to push all the worries aside and enjoy the moment. When Lily finally clambered out of bed, I didn’t avert my eyes, but watched avidly as she bent over, her tummy bunching up a bit, and retrieved her pajamas from under the pillow. She placidly pulled them on, and I followed suit, doing my best to hide my half-erection from her view. The summer Sunday passed languidly. We read, had a picnic in the park, even went swimming at the Y. It was there, accidentally, that I discovered the solution to my dilemma. The Y had an open men’s locker room, which I’d always hated - getting undressed in front of strangers went against every fiber of my sensibilities. But I also had to admit to myself that it had always been surreptitiously interesting to check out other boys as they changed. Seeing what was supposed to be secret, covered up, had always given me a bit of a thrill. In addition, on this occasion, I’d found myself unable to resist sneaking peeks at girls in the pool, wondering what they looked like under their swimsuits, even mentally comparing them in my imagination to Lily. I must have spent half of the swim with a boner; fortunately in the busy pool no one noticed. When I got to the locker room, though, I was in a state indeed. I felt an unfamiliar sensitivity down there, a kind of tingling that begged for relief. I knew about masturbation, of course, thanks to Judy Blume and other helpful explicators of the 1970s teen condition. I’d never really tried it, though. I knew that rubbing down there sometimes made it feel good but I hadn’t done it intentionally for more than a few seconds at a time. This time, though, I felt an almost irresistible urge. I locked myself in one of the shower stalls - thank God these at least were private! - and took off my swimsuit, standing naked under the warm flow. The head of my penis was reaching for my belly button. I tentatively began to handle it. It felt good, so I kept going. Inexpertly, I moved my hand up and down its length. It felt nice. I moved my hand faster and faster. It didn’t take long before I felt something indescribable - totally different from anything I’d felt before, like a pressure building up in my groin. Involuntarily, I had a vision of Lily bending over in front of me, wearing only her panties. I desperately suppressed it, forcing myself to think instead of the girls in their swimsuits in the pool, the chubby boy who was pulling his suit down right near the door of the locker room as I’d walked into the locker room, revealing his privates to the world - anything but my sister. A soft groan escaped me as my penis began to throb. A little bit of milky liquid came out and instantly washed away in the streaming water. It wasn’t an intense sensation - more of a sudden relief of tension. I closed my eyes for a moment, a little dizzy, and relaxed under the hot water.
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