Part 2

From the expression on Onny's face when she looked at the pictures showing she and her family, Neil believed that either the picture or the time it was taken was significant to her. As she later disclosed, the picture had been taken just before she had lost her virginity, and she had fond memories of that time period. Onny had told Neil that it had been her brother who made a woman of her, and since Neil too had lost his virginity to his older sister, he was neither shocked nor disturbed by her confession. He was interested, though, in hearing Onny tell about the experience so that he could compare it with his own. Neil asked Onny to tell him about what happened that year, and this is the story she told.

As I said, it happened in 1986--August of '86, to be exact. The whole family was at Sunshine-by-the-Sea, a naturist enclave where we own a house. We always spent the entire month of August there. Daddy commuted to and from work in Stockholm each day, and all the rest of us--Momma, Garth, Frith, Ilsa and I-- stayed and lived at the enclave. The enclave was usually crowded in August because that was a good month for naturists--warm enough to stay nude all the time, even at night when we slept. We had lots of friends there, and August at Sunshine-by-the-Sea was always a happy time for us.

It was an absolute rule that no one wore clothing at Sunshine-by-the-Sea. When people arrived, they were expected to immediately get rid of their clothes and become completely natural, that is, completely nude. Believe it or not, after a little while you get used to it and lose all self- consciousness. If people have fat bellies, you soon take that as natural and ignore it. Most of all, though, you ignore all the pussies and cocks and crotch hair right there before your eyes. <Onny grinned as she said this, her expression indicating she recognized its impossibility.>

There was another rule, too--it wasn't written down anywhere, but everyone knew it: You were never to show evidence in public of sexual arousal. If a boy or a man got a hard-on in public, it was the cause of great embarrassment. They had to leave right then and not come back until they could present themselves as decent gentlemen. Of course, <Onny grinned real big at this statement> how they managed to become gentlemen again was their business. They usually came back shortly, their cocks limp and sometimes still a little wet and sticky.

For girls, this rule wasn't a problem. After all, who's to say a girl's sexually aroused if her nipples get hard and stand out a little--it might just be a cool breeze blowing. And if her pussy gets wet, it doesn't show much from outside; she's the only one who knows it. Boys, though, had a hard time. When all they had on was their skin, there just wasn't any way they could hide a hard-on. Ilsa and I kept score to see how many boys we could cause to be "embarrassed." If we couldn't mark down at least a couple a day, we worried that we were losing our looks.

Ilsa was sixteen and I was seventeen, and we were both still virgins. We didn't like being virgins, and we both looked forward to Daddy or Garth making women out of us. Even though naturists put their daughters on the pill when they turn twelve, just in case something more than "embarrassment" happened, it was pretty much understood that when a girl reached sixteen she was to be introduced into family loving. It hadn't happened for either me or Ilsa, though, and we were getting frustrated and very horny. So horny, in fact, that we sometimes took matters into our own hands and got ourselves off. We had been using candles on ourselves since we turned fourteen in order to be sure the first time didn't hurt, but from the happy moans we heard coming from Daddy's and Garth's bedrooms, we knew a candle couldn't compare to the real thing.

Although we couldn't say for sure, Ilsa and I both believed that Momma was the cause of our still being virgins. Momma adored sex and couldn't seem to get enough of it. Every night, we could hear she and Daddy having a good time, carrying on as they got off at least once and sometimes twice. As soon as they were through, she would go to Garth's room and the same thing would happen. Momma must have had three or four orgasms every night, and she kept herself, Daddy, and Garth completely satisfied. It looked like Daddy and Garth had all they could handle with Momma, and there just wasn't anything left for Ilsa or me. Even though Frith was only fourteen and so randy he got a hard-on every couple of hours, the rule about no fucking until you are sixteen applied to him, too. Even so, Ilsa and I were beginning to have serious thoughts about making an exception to that rule for Frith.

Of course, with Momma taking such good care of Daddy and Garth, they never had to worry about being "embarrassed" in public. Frith, though, was another matter. He had the family's hot blood and seeing so many young pussies running around made him horny all the time, his cock poking out and causing Momma no end of embarrassment. At first Momma just sent him off into the woods to get rid of his hard-on, but he was tricky about it. He loved deviling the girls with his hard cock, and sometimes he would just pretend of get off. Momma caught on, though, and after that she went with him to make sure. Like I said, he was a horny little rascal, and Momma would have to carry him off every couple of hours and make sure he whacked off and got rid of his hard-on. Even though she laughed about the trials of being the mother of a horny boy, she sometimes got a little impatient with Frith. Her impatience was what led to my finally getting laid.

One day when we were all down at the lake shore with a bunch of our friends, Frith got a hard-on. This was the third time it had happened that day and Momma had already made two trips with him to the woods to make sure he jerked off. She was a little exasperated with him and impatient about having to make another trip to the woods. So instead of her going, she called me over and told me that since I was the oldest girl in the family, she was going to give me the responsibility of taking Frith off and making sure he took care of his little chore. I pretended I was put-out about having to be a nurse-maid to my little brother, but in truth, the prospect of watching him masturbate excited me.

When Momma sent Frith off with me, he protested that he didn't need his sister to help him do what he had to do. As soon as we were out of sight of the family, though, he took my hand and led us to a secluded spot in the woods. As soon as we got there, he turned to me and said, "Will you do it for me, Onny? Momma does it for me sometimes, and it feels so much better for someone else to do it."

Well, I had been longing for a cock, and I'll have to admit that Frith's six-inch cock standing there hard as a rock and jerking around appealed to me. I told him that I would if he wouldn't tell anyone about it. He agreed without a second thought and laid down on his back, his cock standing ready for my hands. I sat down next to him and wrapped a hand around his cock and started moving it up and down, squeezing it as I masturbated him. I told him this was the first time I had ever done something like this and asked him if I were doing it right. He was beginning to pant a little and told me that what I was doing was exactly right.

After a few minutes of watching his cock and feeling it jerk in my hands, I got very aroused. I had never held a cock before, and not only holding one but knowing that I was causing a boy to receive pleasure caused me to become very horny. Because of that, his next question came at just the right time. "Onny, will you suck on it for me? Please, Onny suck on it. I'm not old enough to shoot-off, so I won't come in your mouth. Please, Onny, I want so much to be sucked off."

I asked him if Momma had ever sucked on his cock and he told me that she hadn't. He had asked her to, but she had said that even though she loved almost everything sexual, she just couldn't take a cock into her mouth. She didn't even suck off Daddy, and she loved him more than anyone in the world.

Well, even though I loved Momma very much and didn't consider myself in competition with her in any way, I couldn't help but feel good about knowing there was something I could do that she couldn't. So without saying another word, I leaned over and took Frith's cock all the way into my mouth. I was really unsure about how it would feel and taste, but once I got it in my mouth I discovered I liked it. I didn't just like it, I loved it. Right then and there was when I found that I loved oral sex.

Having gotten a taste of it, I went to work on Frith's cock like a madman--sucking on it, moving it in and out of my mouth, and swirling my tongue all around it. With that kind of treatment, all he could do was moan and enjoy every second of it. And seconds was about all it took. After just a little while, he started jerking his hips up and down and coming like crazy. He had lied about not being able to shoot off, and he filled by mouth with his sperm. I loved the taste of it, though, and swallowing every drop, I kept on sucking, trying to get more. He finally quit squirting and his cock shrank down to almost nothing. With the come I had given him it would be more than a couple of hours before he would be pestering the girls again.

After it was over, he opened his eyes real wide and whispered, "God, Onny, I came like I've never come before. I'm sorry about lying about not being able to shoot off--I was afraid you wouldn't do it otherwise. God, Onny, that was SO good. Will you do it again for me sometime? Sometimes when I get real horny again?" Well, I tousled his hair and told him that if he was a good boy and sneaked into my room real quiet at night I would take care of him. Even if I wasn't being taken care of myself, I could at least take of my little brother.

When we got back to the family, Frith's cock was so limp that even Momma commented on it, telling me that it looked like I did a better job with him than she had been able to do. Frith and I gave each other a knowing smile.

That night after we had all gone to bed, I heard Daddy and Momma having their nightly fun time. They kept on a long time and there's no telling how many times Momma was able to come. I got so horny listening to them that I wished Frith would come see me right then. After a while, though, they got quiet and I listened, waiting to hear Momma make her usual visit to Garth's bed. Sure enough, Momma went to his room, but after a little bit of whispered conversation, she left and went back to her room. The whole house got quiet and it looked like everyone was finally going to get some sleep.

I lay there for a few minutes, still miserable because I was so horny, and then the door to my room opened. Aha, I thought, Frith's gotten all horny listening to Momma and Daddy and now he's here to take me up on my promise to give him another blow job. I decided that I would give him a blow job, but that he would have to eat me in return. I needed to get off, and even if he wasn't allowed to fuck yet, there wasn't any rule that said he couldn't eat me.

The door closed and I heard a voice whisper, "Onny, are you still awake?" I was so surprised that at first I couldn't answer. It wasn't Frith's voice I was hearing, but Garth's. I had been so horny before that I had almost gotten out my candle and relieved myself. Boy, was I glad I hadn't. At long last, I was going to get fucked.

"Yes, Garth, I'm still awake," I answered softly. "I'm very much awake. Do you need something?"

"Frith told me what you did for him and I was... uh... I was wondering if you would do the same thing for me?"

"You're asking me if I'll suck you off?"

"Yeah, that's what I mean. Frith told me how good it felt and how it was his best come ever. I've asked Momma to do it, but she always refuses... says it's the one thing she won't do. I've been wanting a blow job for years, so when Frith told me about his, I thought maybe you would do me, too. How about it, Onny? Will you do it? Will you, please?"

Well, as you might imagine, I was disappointed. I was expecting to feel a cock inside my pussy for the first time, but he wanted a blow job, not a fuck. I was so horny, though, that I couldn't refuse him. If I couldn't have his cock in my pussy, then I would settle for my mouth. But he would have to eat me, too, though. There wasn't any way I was going to let him out of the room without my getting relief. Even though I was dying to go ahead and get started, I couldn't resist jabbing a sisterly needle, and asked, "Didn't Momma take care of you tonight?"

"I told her I had a headache," he said, with a soft laugh. I had to almost bite my tongue to keep from laughing out loud. What a switch, I thought. Usually it's the woman who used the headache excuse, but when dealing with Momma, it's the guys who had to use it.

Well, I told Garth I would do it, but only on one condition--that he eat me, too. He told me he had never eaten a girl before and wasn't sure he would know how. I reminded him that I had only done it that one time with Frith, so we would be learning from each other. He laughed and said it was a deal. I reached out my arms to him and said, "Well, get you're headache over here, big brother, and let's find out what 69 is all about."

Garth came over and got on the bed with me, stretching out with his head to my feet--well, not really my feet, my pussy. When he did, his cock was right in front of my face, not more than an inch from my lips. It was the first time I had seen him with an erection, and the contrast between his cock and Frith's was something else. Frith was just fourteen years old and still a boy, but Garth was eighteen, and a man in every way that counted.

Ilsa and I had seen some hard cocks when we had a chance to tease some boys our age, but they weren't anything like Garth's. His cock was at least eight inches long, about the same size as your's, Neil, and so hard it felt like a baseball bat when I reached out and put my hand around it. And it was about twice as big around as Frith's had been. I had been able to take Frith's whole cock into my mouth, but I knew there wasn't any way I could do that with the monster Garth was poking at my face.

Garth must have been excited as I was because the whole head of his cock was wet and even more of his lubrication was oozing out of the little slit at its tip. I couldn't resist it, I stuck out my tongue and licked the whole head, slurping and sucking on it just like it was an ice cream cone. He reacted to that by moaning loudly and pushing his hips toward my face. I knew that unless Momma had gone to sleep she would be able to hear him, and I couldn't help but wonder what he'd tell her in the morning about his "headache." That thought soon vanished from my head, though, because at that point Garth reciprocated by spreading my thighs wide apart and burying his mouth into the wetness he discovered there.

The feeling was beyond belief. That was the first time anything other than my hand or a candle had delved into my secret place, and I was almost beside myself with the pleasure of it. When he ran his tongue up and down the full length of my furrow and reached my clitoris, I started coming immediately and continuously. I had been there on my bed for over an hour listening to others giving and receiving pleasure and I had gotten so aroused that all it took was just one touch to my little nubbin to send me crashing into the most intense orgasm I had ever had in all my seventeen years of living. You know how you hear about orgasm being like fireworks going off? Well, that was exactly the way it was for me. It was like all the Roman candles of you American's Fourth of July going off at once. I had my legs clamped around his head, my pussy pushed hard against his mouth, and I was moaning and crying in ecstasy. I didn't care who heard me. I had listened to the sounds of pleasure coming from the other members of my family and now it was finally my turn.

I could tell that Garth was enjoying my reaction. Knowing that he was causing me such pleasure must have increased his because his hips started thrusting forward, working more of his cock into my mouth. As he did, he thrust his tongue as deep into my pussy as it would reach and wiggled it all around inside my little virgin hole. That just sent me off again, causing another wave of orgasm to come over me. If anyone had been asleep, they couldn't have been any longer because I took Garth's cock out of my mouth and screamed, "Oh, God, Garth! Oh, Garrrrrth!" over and over again. The pleasure just seemed to go on and on and on, reaching every nerve, every atom in my body.

Having experienced such pleasure, I wanted to give it back to Garth in equal measure. I sucked on his cock and pumped it up and down, going at it as avidly as he had gone at my pussy. That kind of action soon had him thrusting his hips toward me and moaning with soft sounds of pleasure. By then I had almost two thirds of his cock in my mouth, its head all the way back to my throat, and was sucking and tonguing it like mad. I could feel it jerking in my hands, each jerk sending out a little dribble of his hot juice. I thought maybe he was coming already and that it was his sperm that I was getting. Boy, was I ever wrong. What I was getting was just a foretaste of what he was just about to give me.

Suddenly, the head of Garth's cock swelled even larger than it had been, and the staff grew even more rigid. It jerked in my hand, contracting, and then swelled again. Then he started spurting. His cock kept on jerking and contracting and huge jets of his sperm gushed out into my mouth. I had swallowed Frith's come when I sucked him off, and I tried to do the same then with Garth. As fast as I swallowed, though, it wasn't enough. My mouth soon filled to overflowing and his hot spunk covered my lips and ran down my chin and dripped down into a puddle on the bed. It was like I had a fountain of come in my mouth, pouring out in a never-ending stream, filling me up and going all over my face and the bed. I kept his cock in my mouth, still sucking on it until his sperm finally stopped flowing. I knew I had succeeded in giving him the kind of pleasure I had wanted because all through this he moaned "Oh, Onnie... Onnie" loud enough for the whole house to hear him. I finally removed my mouth from his cock and whispered, "Was that what you wanted, Garth? Did I do it the way you wanted?"

Garth turned around and lay down on the bed, snuggling up with his arms around me. Answering softly, he said, "Oh, God, Onny, was it ever. Was it good for you, too? Did I do it the right way?"

I couldn't help but tease him some more and said, "Well, I only came three times, but I guess you'll do."

Although we had just had intense orgasms, we were still filled with sexuality and were caressing each other's bodies, softly feeling and touching each other. He had a hand between my legs, stroking the wet lips of my pussy and I was squeezing his still semi-hard cock. As if he had been thinking about it before speaking, Garth asked, "I guess Dad does better than I do, huh?"

I told him that Daddy had never done anything with me, that other than what Frith had told him about, that was my first time with any of the family. He whispered, "You mean... ?"

Impatient, I finished the sentence for him, saying, "Yes, it means I'm still a virgin. God, Garth, I'm seventeen and nobody's fucked me yet. And not Ilsa, either. Every night I've waited for you or Daddy to come make a woman of me, but it never happened. Listening to you and Daddy and Momma every night has kept me so horny I could die. Is there something wrong with me that you don't want to fuck me?"

"God, Onny, I assumed Dad was taking care of you. I had no idea you were hurting like this. Oh, Onny, I'm so sorry."

I was still squeezing his cock, and I felt it swell up and fill my hand. Within just seconds, it was completely hard and just as stiff as it had been earlier. I could feel the throbbing of the blood in his shaft and knew that what I was telling him was bringing him up to full arousal again. While I was making hand-love to his cock, his hand was busy, too, with his fingers running up and down the slit of my pussy and making it even wetter with my juices. He slipped one and then two fingers into my hole, exploring what he had just found out was virgin territory. We were both squirming our hips in pleasure, our passions climbing up and up. I put my lips against his and kissed him softly. As I pulled my lips away, I squeezed his cock real hard and whispered, "Why don't you show me rather than tell me how sorry you are?"

Garth wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me hard against him, kissing me just like a lover, not a sister. We put our tongues into each other's mouths and explored this territory that was new to us. I could taste the muskiness of my pussy, and I knew he was getting a taste of his own sperm. I exulted in the sheer eroticism of what we were doing and moaned as pleasure flowed over me. I realized that we were carrying our family relationship one step forward--where we had been just brother and sister before, now we were brother and sister and lovers. I had become so excited that I couldn't wait one more moment to be fulfilled. Moving my lips away from his, I murmured, "Oh, God, Garth, fuck me. Put your cock inside me and fuck me."

Garth took his arms from around me and turned me over so that I lay on my back. Up on his hands and knees, he spread my legs apart and scooted up between them so that his cock was almost up to my pussy. In the dim light of the room, I could see it standing out in front of him, hard and firm, almost nestled into the hair at my crotch. I was trembling in anticipation, my whole body on fire for what he was about to do. I had been waiting for this, wanting it so bad, and now it was finally going to happen. Garth was about to put his cock inside my pussy, to push it deep inside me, and make me a woman in every sense of the word. I wanted to shout with joy. At long last, I was going to fuck.

Garth put his hand on his cock and guided it toward the wetness between my legs. As he did, he whispered to me, "Yeah, I'm going to show you. Am I EVER going to show you." He kept pushing forward until his cock was between my pussy lips. I felt how hot and hard it was and couldn't help but moan from the sheer pleasure the touching of our sexual flesh produced. My fingers hand been there, I had used the candle, and Garth had just had his tongue there, but none of those could compare with what it felt like to have Garth's cock touching that place.

I felt Garth run his cock up and down my wet slit, seeking the way inside me. As he came to the entrance to my vagina, I eagerly pushed back, thrusting the opening there between my legs up to meet his probing. After what seemed an eternity to me, the big round knob on the end of his shaft found the right place and just barely went inside me. I couldn't help but gasp as I felt it go in. Even though I had used the candle on myself to make my first fucking easier, I really hadn't stretched myself all that much. God, but his cock felt big. At the same time, though, it felt good. I loved that good feeling and I didn't want him to stop. I loved Garth, too, for making me feel that good, so I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him hard. Then I whispered to him, "Go on, Garth, do it. Oh, God, do it!"

Slowly, inch by inch, Garth pushed his cock inside my pussy. I felt my internal flesh opening up, spreading itself, as Garth's hard cock penetrated deeper and deeper. Although I felt full beyond belief, there wasn't any pain. I had done the right thing with the candle, and I would be able to fuck Garth without worrying about any pain or discomfort that might have come from his breaking my maidenhead. Then I felt Garth's pubic hair come into contact with mine and the head of his cock pushed against the bottom of my pussy. At last, Garth had gotten all the way in me. God, I thought, I got all of his big cock inside my pussy. I can feel it so deep inside--it must have reached all the way up into the middle of my belly. I really felt proud at that moment. Even as big as he was, I was woman enough to take it all.

After reaching bottom, Garth stopped and whispered, "Oh, God, Onny, you're so tight. It's so hot up inside your pussy, and it feels so good."

I smiled up at him and said, "Maybe it's not because I'm so tight. Maybe it's because you're so big."

I guess my teasing him that way caused him to worry because he said, "Oh, gee, Sis, does it hurt? Do you want we to take it out?"

"Don't you even think about taking it out," I told him. "No, big brother, it doesn't hurt--it just fills me up so completely. Leave it right there for a little bit and let me get used to having your big log up inside my little old pussy." I pulled him down to me and kissed him again, saying, "It's a good log, though, and I love it. I love having your log in my fireplace."

Garth remained still, his cock buried to the hilt, and the walls of my pussy slowly relaxed and stretched so they fit his cock comfortably. I lowered my hips, pulling my pussy from off his cock about an inch, and then humped back up against him, getting all of him back in me. His cock slid easily inside my pussy, and felt slick and slippery. The wetness inside my pussy was mixing with his pre-come and making my pussy just right for fucking. I pulled him back down for another kiss and continued my up and down movements, fucking his cock with my pussy. Breaking the kiss, I told him, "You don't have to stay still any longer. How about joining me in my first fuck."

Garth pulled his hips back and I could feel his cock being pulled out of my pussy. The friction of our sexual flesh sent shivers through my body, and I moaned at the exquisite pleasure it gave me. Then he shoved himself all the way back in, spreading the walls of my pussy apart once again as his cock reopened the tunnel. "God," he whispered, "but you're so incredibly tight. It feels so much better than anything I've done before. I see now why men like to fuck virgins."

At about this time, Garth's cock came into contact with my clitoris and I jerked and moaned in response as a small orgasm made my pussy contract. "Oh, God, that's so good," I said, shoving my pussy hard against him. He could tell he had found my pleasure button, and he thrust harder and faster, pushing his cock against me time after time. I couldn't help but make little mewling sounds, just noises, not words, as he fucked me faster and faster. He had me on the very brink of a massive orgasm, and even though I fought against it, wanting to make the pleasure last and last, it was no use. The feeling he was giving me with his cock couldn't compare with what I done with my fingers or a candle... it was beyond anything I had imagined in even my most erotic fantasies. Then even my last reserves were gone and I started coming, coming like I had never done before in my life. I threw my head back and screamed, "Oh, Garrrrth! Oh, God, I'm coming! Ohhhhh, coming... commminnng... commmmminnnnnng."

Garth lifted both my legs up and put my feet on his shoulders. He started pistoning his cock in and out of my now even more lubricated pussy, working it in and out as fast as he could move. Suddenly he stopped, his cock buried to the base, all the way into the very deepest parts of me. It swelled up, I mean I could actually feel it expand my pussy as it swelled, and then it jerked and just seemed to explode. A hot jet of his sperm shot out and filled my pussy, flooding it and making it even more slick. He pulled his cock out once more and then shoved it back in, and another shot gushed out. He just keep on spurting, his come pouring out in a torrent. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back and forth, pulling my pussy to each of his thrusts. He shouted, "Yes, Onny, yes! I'm coming, too. Oh, God, I'm coming, coming hard, oh, so hard."

Another wave of orgasm hit me then and I climbed to a new peak of pleasure. I clutched his arms with my hands, shoving my pussy toward him, and cried, "Oh, God, I'm coming, too! Keep fucking me. Oh, God, don't stop! Fuck me, Garth. Keep fucking me hard."

I know we must have kept on for another two to three minutes, just like two mad people, fucking each other as hard as we could go. Finally, he stopped coming and my orgasm began to slowly subside. He lowered my legs and let himself down fully on top of me, resting himself on his elbows. His cock was still buried inside me, and the last of his contractions were slowly fading. He kissed me again, soft and tender, our passions spent. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Do you believe now that I'm sorry? Am I forgiven?"

I looked up at him and gave him my teasing smile, "Yes, I forgive you. But only until I get horny again. Then you'll have to apologize again. I have the feeling that you're going to have apologize over and over and over again."

He gave me a teasing grin in return and said, "You'll find me one of the most repentant persons alive."

Garth stayed and slept with me that night. As we were drifting off to sleep we could hear Momma and Daddy going at it again. I guess that the noise Garth and I made had gotten them horny. I was pleased they were fucking, since in a way I had robbed Momma of her time with Garth. Through the wall next to my bed, the one that was by Ilsa's room, I could hear muffled moans. We must have gotten her so hot that she had to get out her candle and use it. My last thought before going to sleep was about how sorry I felt for Ilsa. Maybe she'd get her turn soon.