Where it happened: Lakefront
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
My husband found this site on the internet and though most of the stories that we here were a little ‘trashy’ we really got a kick out of some of them, which made going through the trash worth while. About a month ago he decided to put his own ‘first experience’ on here, and suggested I might do the same. Well, here goes. It’s entitled ‘All Four of Us’. Might sound a little slutty but it is the way it happened.
When I was growing up we lived in a small farming community in British Columbia (Canada). It was a town of around 12,000 and my dad was one of the local doctors as well as the hospital administrator. I was the youngest of four sisters. My mother was a second generation Chinese American and though most of my dad’s ancestors were European, of Russian and Polish origin, his grandmother was a full blooded Native American. The reason for this genealogical profile is to somehow describe that we looked a little different to most other kids, but the boys in town were all attracted to us and when you reach those teen age years that seems to be what matters most.
At the time of this ‘event’ my oldest sister (Karen) was 22 and married to one of the sexiest hunks of a guy I had ever met. Rob was four years older than Karen, and one of the big ‘events’ when I was twelve was the afternoon I got caught in their bedroom (they lived with us when they first got married). I was looking through my sister’s stuff when I heard them come in the front door, and hid in their bedroom closet – stupid). Anyway, through the crack in the door I watched the entire ‘mating’ process from beginning to end, and finally managed to free myself when they went downstairs to supper 5 hours later.
From that time on every time I saw Rob I would get this peculiar feeling in my body and if he was around me for more than an hour I would usually have an orgasm thinking back on what I had seen of him and what he’d done with Karen.
My second oldest sister’s name was Elsie and before Karen and Rob had gotten married Elsie and Rob had been an item and had gone out together for about three months, then as the tale of events had occurred Karen came home from being away at University in Toronto and met Rob. They fell in love and after Elsie shed a few tears she was soon dating someone else.
As a twelve year old I sometimes used to wonder – Elsie and Rob – the time I walked in on them in the hay loft and caught Elsie standing there pulling on her panties as Rob lay on the hay beside her without his shirt on and his belt undone and his hair all full of straw. Elsie had yelled at me ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing sneaking up on us like that!’ I was actually looking for my cat, and got the fright of my life when I opened up the loft door and saw them! It was the first time I think that I had ever heard Elsie swear.
My sister Wendy, three years older than me, was absolutely positively the most gorgeous looking girl around and it seemed like every guy in town was after her. I worshipped her. She was great and lots of fun, though at that age my parents would have told you differently! At age fifteen she had gotten herself an instant reputation when she got caught in bed with her thirty-six year old science teacher. The wife made sure that everybody knew, and the poor guy lost his job and his family, and almost went to jail. At seventeen she was always getting into trouble, staying out late, coming home drunk, and so forth. For my parents she was quite the experience!
On Saturday night, the eight o’clock show, Wendy and I would get to go to the movies at the theatre in town. Of course as soon as my mother had dropped us off and had left Wendy always seemed to be getting into another car with her current boyfriend and would take off. My job was to remember all that happened in the movie, then tell it to her when she arrived back just before the movie finished, just in case my parents asked when we got home. There wasn’t any doubt as to what she had been doing. “I fucked them both!” she had whispered to me with a smile on her face on one ocassion as we met in the lobby, referring to a couple of jocks on the high school football team who she had just been with. “Now tell me about what happened in the movie!”
On this particular Saturday night Wendy had taken off and I was sitting in the movies with Kenny, a kid in my class at school. At school Kenny and I had become good friends, kind of boy friend and girl friend. We were both thirteen at the time and he was kind of cute. He would always be putting his arm around me in the movies and would let his hand down inside my blouse and play with my nipples and my breasts. It was a routine. We always did it, but on this one ocassion when I had worn a dress, a short mini skirt that Wendy had given me because she had grown out of it, I felt his hand on my thigh, slowly delicately moving upward on the soft skin. In a way I thought that he should stop, but my period had just finished the night before and of course like it happened every time at this time of the month I was feeling somewhat horny anyway. So each time that I put my hand down on his it seemed I just left it resting there a moment and then took it away. Eventually he reached the silk panties, his hand against the soft mound of hair and the wet flesh beneath, and then his fingers pushed aside the soft elastic and for the first time in my life someone other than myself had touched upon that hallowed spot and let their finger go inside.
Though I am sure that Kenny didn’t really have a clue what he was doing he was doing things to me I might never have imagined, my body reacting anxiously as he softly rubbed the magic g-spot and sent shivers through my spine. By the time that the movie was over I would have let him do anything he wanted with me, but of course like always happened with us kids who live out of town his mother was there to pick him up, and I was left there waiting for Wendy.
Wendy never arrived, and then when most people had already left and I was about to phone my brother-in-law Rob arrived in my dads car. He informed me that Wendy was at the hospital with my folks. Though she wasn’t badly hurt, she had been in a car accident and broken her leg!
“You want to get a hamburger?” he asked me as we left the theater. “Everybody is up at the hospital, so it will be an hour or two before they get home.”
We bought ourselves a hamburger and some fries and went up by the lake to eat them. Now I must say that being there with Rob right now, sitting in a secluded area of the woods on the side a a lake with the guy who drove me crazy by just looking at him, and then already feeling as horny as I did because of Kenny and what we had been doing, was not a good situation.
We were finished with the burgers, just sitting there beside the lake. It was kind of cosy and Rob had his arm around me ‘to keep me warm’. Of course I had my head on his shoulder as his fingers played with the skin and the hair on the back of my neck. I then pulled myself away and suggested we lie back and look up at the stars and try to count how many we could see.
“Sure,” he said, lying back.
I don’t know what got into me, but I stood up and making sure that he was watching I reached beneath my dress and pulled my panties down my legs and through them down beside me on the grass, and then I lay beside him.
Not a word was spoken, but it seemed a moment later that his hand was there beneath my dress, taking over from where it was that Kenny had been a half hour before, and the next thing that I knew my dress was up about my waist and I was being mounted by the hunkiest, most gorgeous guy a girl could ever do it with. He slipped inside of me, and it seemed that though I was still a virgin the hymen had been broken, probably from all of the exercising I had done as a gymnast as school. There was no pain, just pure pleasure, and then when it was over he took me home and life resumed the way that it had always been.
In later years Wendy confessed to me that she had done it with Rob as well, one night when he had picked her up from a party in town, and they had ended up doing it in the car on the way home, and another time in the hay loft.
Lucky guy, I guess, doing it with all four of us. The happy ending to the story is that Rob and Karen, my older sister, are still married, though he and I did have some really great sex on several ocassions during the next several months before they moved out of our house and he got a job in Winnipeg. It was probably just as well they moved. I can only imagine the hurt if Karen had ever caught us, which once she almost did – in the hay loft – when she was looking for the cat.
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