Where it happened: Pool
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
My youngest sister Ebbie wrote to you a little while ago and outlined ‘some’ of the events of when she was growing up and how my husband Rob had sex with her when she was 13.
I was upset when my husband Rob told me, like having all your dirty laundry hung out in public, but when I read Ebbie’s account of things I kind of didn’t mind and realized that nobody except ourselves really know who we are. Ebbie was my youngest sisters nickname when she was young, but in the submission which she sent in our names were all changed as well as Rob’s, thank goodness.
The article which I refer to is #21439, and the reader might benefit by reading that before attempting to understand mine. I shall refer to it on more than one occassion!
My own first sexual experience was when I was 13 and was with an older male cousin who I think at the time was 19.
He lived in Portland, Oregan and we lived in Canada, in a small town about 300 miles from Vancouver.
My cousin Jennifer who is a year older than me (I can use her real name because nobody will know who I am talking about) had invited me to come stay with them for the easter break. When I left Canada the ground was still covered in snow, but when I arrived in Portland the weather was beautiful and of course I wanted to spend all of the time in my bikini by their pool. They were rich! I mean really really rich! And they had this pool and a sauna and a steam room that most people could only dream about.
We were swimming one afternoon after Jennifer’s folks had left for the hospital (they were both doctors) when Jennifers brother, Ralph decided to join us. We threw a ball and played games, and before long the three of us were wrestling about with Jennifer and I trying to duck him under the water. I came up from underneath the water in one instance and there before me I saw Jennifers bikini top floating on the surface. In the struggle I guess the clasp had broken and there she was, still struggling with her brother naked from the waist up! He didn’t seem to mind and neither did she, but the next thing that I knew the two of them came after me and then my top too was floating in the pool. I was embarrassed at first, because although my breasts were still quite small I had the longest nipples of any girl I knew, and even at school I would try in ways to hide them so as not to be made fun of. Stupid? I think so, but remember I was only 13 years old and most other girls my age hardly had nipples at all.
We laughed and played and struggled and my tits I’m sure must have brushed against his face a hundred times or more.
Then things got worse. I looked over and saw Jennifer diving down into the water, and I realized as her bum came up she had also ‘lost’ her bottoms. Ralph was after me, and as I tried to get away from him I felt his hands upon my butt, then grabbing on my swimsuit as he pulled it down my legs! I screamed for him to stop, laughing as was Jennifer as he chased us both from one end of the pool down to the other!
We just leaned there, exhausted, as he swam toward us.
“Ralph! Go get us a coke… please?” Jennifer asked.
He climbed out and went into the house. Meanwhile Jennifer and I climbed up onto the deck and when Ralph came back out we were lying on our stomachs, naked, enjoying the sun.
We got our cokes.
“Put some of this on me will you Ralph?” Jennifer asked him, handing him the sun lotion.
We had our bodies massaged, and then his hands and fingers started on my butt, first one and then the other and then the both together, his fingers working downward, so slow I hardly knew, but suddenly I felt him there, his finger brushing down and through the downy hair. I might have stopped him but I didn’t, and instead I moved apart my leg.
Jennifer was lying there, not looking at us, and for a moment I thought she’d gone to sleep.
“I’m going inside for a shower,” I suddenly heard her say, and I saw her going off toward the house.
His hand was there, all over me, a finger touching gently the hallowed sacred entrance of the part he needed most.
An inch, and then another, as it slowly moved inside, and my body now reacted to the pleasure which I felt. I gasp as he then pulls it out and gently rolls me over and lays me on my back. I plead, I hope it might not stop, though scared I really am; and as I close my eyes I feel it as it seeks within the hair. I yearn as now it touches me and gently slips inside and my body arches to him and accepts the noble beast within.
My eyes now closed I feel it’s strength, and the pleasure starts to surge within as his fingers grasp my buttocks and my muscles grasp upon the shaft and milk the spurting thing. The thrusts subside, I feel his chest, the pounding of his heart, and he breathes as though the race he did was over and was won.
We lay there quite exhausted with his penis still inside and then he looked at me and smiled. “I thought you were a virgin.”
“I was.”
He seemed surprised, for there hadn’t been a hymen that he’d felt when he went in. He pulled it out, and then we saw it, the blood upon his shaft; and though it was we hadn’t felt it, it broke when he went in.
I looked up, and there was Jennifer holding a wet cloth. She passes it to me and I wipe the residue of sex from in between my legs.
“You okay?”
I smiled. Despite the things I’d always heard it really felt quite good!
That was my first time. Now let me tell you how it is that I know all about Rob and his ‘affairs’ with my young sisters!
A few years after we were married, just after I had given birth to our third child, and when my hormones were all over the place, Rob had this plumber and his helper come to install a hot tub he had bought.
The plumbers helper was a young black youthjust out of high school. It was quite a big job and took about ten days, and every morning the plumber and the helper would arrive, and the plumber would instruct his helper what to do, and then he’d leave.
The weather was hot, and this left me and the helper at home by ourselves trying to keep cool. I would stand there in the kitchen, watching him, his tight shorts barely covering what that they needed, and the sweat dripping from his muscular frame. I would make him coffee, and get him pop, and even bake cookies for him, and by the end of the week we had become great friends and I would even flirt with him a little. Then one morning (after having had a big fight with Rob the night before) as I was standing at the kitchen sink with just my bathrobe on and nothing underneath after feeding the baby and putting him down for a nap, and then taking a shower I leaned against the kitchen sink, overwhelmed by all that happened in my life and wondering what to do?
I heard him come inside, probably I thought to get a glass of water. But somehow something happened, and as I stood there, with my back toward him as he came in the kitchen it seemed I knew already the events which would occur.
Thinking I’d not heard him he snuck up to me behind, as if to play a trick on me, and grabbed me from behind. I might have laughed as he expected, but I leaned into his arms, and he knew within an instant the feeling that was there.
The reaction was immediate. His hands were now behind me and slid up inside the robe, and I felt his breath upon me as his lips caressed my ears.
I leaned across the counter as he took me from behind, and it seemed much like that first time I had done it at the pool, and though I could not see him I could feel his strength inside. Harder now and faster, I could hardly catch my breath, and then it was it happened as my muscles grasped the spurting thing and drank the pleasure from it as it spewed itself inside.
We rested for a moment, then I felt him kiss my cheek, and his hands now roamed my body one last and final time. I felt the wetness of him as it ran down between my legs, and the shaft now slipped from out of me and brushed against my thighs. “Thank you,” I whispered, not turning, as I heard him leave the room. Somehow I was embarrassed, for I knew what I had done, and a rule I knew was broken, a vow that I had taken when I had married Rob.
Duly I confessed to Rob, and then it was he told me the things that had occurred, of Ebbie and of Wendy, and with one of my best friends. It was an awakening I did not want, but that was several years ago and as you see we did survive!
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