Chapter 1: Stories and Games

This story starts with me writing a story. Actually, two stories. But those stories I wrote were just made up, whereas this story I'm now telling you is true, more or less.

I've changed some names and details to protect the guilty, innocent, and the downright perverted -- of course -- but what follows is basically how it happened.

The stories I wrote were dirty stories, which I had posted to the alt.sex.stories website. Writing those stories was a way I had found to vent fantasies, I guess. But I admit the stories weren't really generic porn -- they definitely revealed my particular kinks.

One of the stories was about a group of college students who form a "tease club" -- basically, it provided them a way to titillate themselves and others, but it included a principle of "no-touching." They'd give each other "tasks," and there were some rules for assigning points. The club consisted of mostly girls, but a few guys were involved too. Tasks started out as: flash a stranger; say something overtly sexual to someone you know but haven't been involved with; etc. Eventually they included: masturbate in public (with or without getting caught); bring yourself as close to orgasm as possible and keep yourself there for some fixed period of time; etc.

The other story boiled down to a description of a game of truth or dare. The main twist was that the people playing were two sets of teenage siblings. This revealed certain kinky incestual tendencies of mine, obviously. Still, it wasn't like I let my characters consummate anything -- it was just lots of "show and tell." The most intense that things got was toward the end of the story, when the "showing and telling" involved a substantial load of cum emptied onto one of the girls' faces.

Actually, the second story I described above was the first I posted -- about a year ago. Then, three months ago, I posted the other one -- the tease club story -- although I'd actually been working on that one quite a bit longer.

About a month after posting the tease club story, I got an email -- fan email, I guess. I'd gotten two or three emails about the first truth or dare story -- nothing memorable, however. But this was the only one I ever received about the tease club story.

It's possible I may have gotten others, for either of the stories, but if I did, I must have deleted them, thinking they were spam. I didn't reply to the ones I got about the truth or dare one -- they were pretty generic, in the vein of: "hey, thanks for the story, good plot, good writing, keep up the good work." But the email I got after my tease club story was rather more compelling.

For one thing, it was from a woman -- at least, allegedly a woman -- I'm realistic enough to know, in this world of online kinks, that these things are not always what they seem. The email address also seemed one I recognized, but I wasn't able to place a name or face with it, and supposed it might have belonged to one of my many fleeting online friendships.

But the note also contained a sort of invitation to reply. I won't quote it at length, but in summary, she said she liked the story, was recently divorced, had played around a little bit with public sex and "teasing games" with her ex, and had very much enjoyed it. She said that she found the idea of having tasks assigned to her "weirdly but strongly appealing. " At which point, she hinted how much she would love to find someone who would step into that sort of role for her, "no strings attached."

Naturally, I was skeptical, but nevertheless decided to reply. I stayed very noncommittal, just saying that I appreciated the email and, adding that I was a big fan of "delayed gratification" and task-based (as opposed to physical, I guess) "discipline" — I don't know that "discipline" is even the right word, since what I'm into is a sort of give-and-take, and is not based on a simple, one-party-in-charge sort of game.

I included an anecdote of how I had once played (ok, "cybered") with a woman online, where I gave her things to do, and she described what she did, and she gave me things to do, and I described what I did. "Who knows if she was really doing them..." I commented, but added, "it's more the mind game anyway, I guess -- so maybe it didn't really matter."

Anyway, I rambled on a bit, on this riff ... but I carefully avoided making any explicit offer to play a game. And so I sent it off.

Only after she replied to this email did I finally realize why her email address had looked oddly familiar — literally.

You see, I suddenly recognized her email address as one my sister had once given me as an "alternate" address a few years back -- not her "main email," but one she gave me one time when she was having trouble with her ISP. It was one of those free, yahoo web-mail accounts. You get the picture.

Oh my god, I thought — my sister was a fan of my dirty writing. And to be honest, as the content of my first story described above would hint, I'd had my share of fantasies about my sister. This was too weird to be true ... I was in shock and disbelief ... and, of course, highly intrigued, too.

I suppose, before going too much further, I should describe myself: I'm mid 30's, white, middle class. Not in great shape, but recently I've lost a bunch of weight and started trying to jog a few times a week, so I was feeling more in control of my life and happier with my physique than I had in a long time. I went through an unpleasant divorce about 6 years before, and had no kids.

My older sister was just past 40, and nothing like me in appearance, since she was, in fact, adopted; she was African-American.

Despite that (or because of it?), we'd been extremely close, as siblings go, as children. Inseparable playmates, despite the age difference. Then, we grew apart during the adolescent years, however.

High school was a period of alienation and difficulty for both of us (wasn't it that way for most teenagers?) and I'm sure the raging hormones didn't help.

Since that time, nevertheless, we'd evolved a fairly easy-going and also quite candorous friendship. Nothing super close, as we lived in different states and had very different lives, but it was cool. I certainly have harbored many fantasies about her. Ironically, most of them were during our adolescent years, when we were so noncommunicative.

I even vividly remember several embarrassing attempts to "spy" on her, and one not-so-successful effort to "flash" her, when I had been an awkward 13 and she was a suave, 18-year-old, highly popular cheerleader.

But nothing had ever led me to think they'd ever be more than fantasies. Until now.

Denise was a short, broad-shouldered woman, but in excellent shape. Some might call her stocky -- she definitely did not possess an hourglass figure. She was a bit too thick in the middle, and was what is called "big-boned." But I still thought her very attractive, and she frequented a gym and was in pretty good shape. At the least, she was definitely in better shape than I was, anyway.

Caffe latte skin, but clear complexioned, she had a lovely, almost regal face, and despite having had two children, her apple-sized breasts were as perky as I remembered from my teenage obsessions. She'd described herself fairly accurately in her email, although, interestingly, she skipped her skin-tone.

In her email, she'd said she was recently divorced. In fact, my sister's husband had committed suicide the year before, after their 10 year-old son had died tragically in an automobile accident. This untruth didn't really bother me or seem inconsistent -- I thought it a very understandable white lie, as those are not the kind of tragedies one conveys to newly-met internet strangers, especially as a part of a "getting-to-know-you" prelude to sexual play. Most notably, however, she signed the email "Denise N." (Her husband's last name was Nguyen -- did I mention that this African-American woman, raised in white suburbia, had married a manic-depressive Vietnamese physicist?).

Over all, the remembered email address, combined with the convergence of most of the details she'd given in her email, had me convinced it really was my sister I was corresponding with.

How strange, then.

So ... what did her reply say? I saw in this second email from her that she had managed to read into my reply that I was volunteering to "play" a game with her. She seemed to imagine I'd give her "tasks," just like in my tease club story, via email. Or anyway, she pretended to misunderstand my rambling email as such, in hopes I would take the bait.