He was my sisters husband. They had two kids and had come to Boston to stay at our house for a couple of weeks during the summer when I .
I was a virgin, a stupid kid that had a crush on an older man who was married to a sister that I really loved. The way I acted when he was around was kind of stupid now that I look back on it, and really kind of embarrassing as I think of the silly things I used to do to try and get his attention! My sister would just laugh, not knowing of course how serious it was, or could become!
It happened near the end of their vacation, just a couple of days before they would be leaving Boston to go back home to California where they lived. I was lying in bed and masturbating. The kids were asleep and Frank and my sister were having a little time by themselves, sitting beside an open fire in their pajamas as they watched television.
It was really late and everybody else in the house was in bed and was probably asleep. As I masturbated I imagined them down there snuggling up to each other in the privacy of that secluded room, and thinking of what it might be like to take my sisters place for just 24 hours.
I was at that stage of heavy breathing, the task almost complete when my sister walked right into my room just to say goodnight and told me she was going to bed.
I asked where Frank was? She told me that he was still down there watching the movie, but the movie had only just started and she had felt too tired to be watching it with him. She kissed me on the cheek and then left and went into her bedroom.
I gave her ten minutes, then went into her room to see if she were in bed. She was, and was almost asleep when I came in. I asked her if we were still going to the zoo tomorrow and she said that we were. We said goodnight again and instead of going back into my room I headed down the stairs toward the rumpus room where I knew that Frank was watching the movie.
I had never felt comfortable wearing pajamas to bed and so I always went to sleep without anything on. I had put a bathrobe on, one of those fluffy pink ones which wrapped around and had a sash that went around and tied up in the front. It was kind of revealing, not the type that one might wear when there were strangers in the house. It was the type of robe that was quite loose, and the only part that never really opened was the midriff where the sash was tied.
I sat down on the chair across from him and told him that I couldn’t sleep. He seemed surprised, and certainly happy to see me. It was not a porno flick, but there was tons of sex and he asked me if I’d like to watch something different?
I shook my head. I said that it looked interesting, and as I sat there across from him I let the robe just fall apart the way it was supposed to so that a girl could feel comfortable.
The movie continued. I think that it was called `The Lover’ or something like that, and this young girl was in the process of getting her brains fucked out by an older Oriental gentlemen who it seemed she had seduced.
I looked across at Frank when it was over, catching him as he glanced in my direction.
“Seemed like she was enjoying it,” he commented.
I smiled. “I think he did as well.”
I had moved, and now my body was stretched out in the old stuffed armchair on which I was sitting, one of my legs stretched over the arm of as the other stretched out on the floor. The robe was open, almost to my crotch allowing him to see my naked thighs. He must have wondered whether I was wearing panties, and I could see from the corner of my eye every now and then as he would glance a peek in my direction. He could see it all, except the crotch itself, and must have wondered what it might be like.
I got up and had asked if he would like a pop or something else to drink. I came back in and brought some cookies and some milk as he had asked and then sat next to him on the sofa as we drank our milk and dunked our cookies.
The movie continued. There was now another vivid sex scene and this time I was lying on the sofa beside him, my head on one arm and my legs stretched out across his thighs like he said I could if I wanted to be comfortable.
He was rubbing me quite gently, my knees and then so slowly moving up upon my thighs. He looked at me and saw me smile, and as though I’d given him approval his hand began massaging me and started moving further up.
It was pleasant, much more perhaps than what he thought, and when his hand went in between my thighs and felt them open as I spread my knees I knew the time would quickly come when he would feel the little beaver snatch above!
His hand first brushed against the hair, then felt the snatch itself. He must have realized! The beaver snatch was now so wet it must have been obvious the way I felt! In a moment he had found the beavers mouth, and felt it’s yearning as he sought to touch inside.
No words were being spoken, nor were needed, and I laid there and I smiled my approval as he spread my knees and moved between and took his anxious penis from inside of his pajama’s.
It touched the little beavers mouth, and the head of it then found its way inside. He kissed me, then it all went in, and then it was we fucked the way it happened in the movie!
I went back to my bedroom and heard him follow up the stairs a few minutes later, then talk to my sister as he got into bed with her. I was soon asleep, the thought of needing to masturbate no longer considered! I had gotten the real thing instead and the only thing I might have thought about was what I’d do if I were pregnant!
It happened just that once, and the next year when they came to stay I had a boyfriend, and the sexual obsession that once I’d felt for Frank was then long gone.
I am married now with three children, and Frank is still married to my older sister. They seem to have a great relationship, and you would never know if you ever saw us at a family gathering that Frank and I had ever had a relationship at all, especially one so intimate as what happened while we were watching the movie that night.
We were lucky no one caught us, and have never spoken about the incident with each other, which I think is good. It was almost like it were a dream – but it was not! It was he who had the blood upon his penis that night when we were done.
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