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Subject: {ASSM} Homecoming Pt.1 (m/f, incest, mast)
Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 19:10:03 -0500
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 HomeComing  pt.1- By Petelargo-(m/f, incest, mast)

Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex.
If reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location, or
is distasteful to you, go no further; do not read or download this story, or
delete it immediately if you already have. Otherwise, enjoy.


PART 1


This is the story of one of the most satisfying sexual relationships I ve
ever had; no one since has made me come harder, or longer, than my sister.
1.

It began in the early summer of my sixteenth year. My parents had separated
three years previously, and my sister had moved away with my mom to the west
coast, while I stayed with my dad. I guess there was a lot of bad feeling
between my folks, because for that three years, I didn t see either my mom
or Cathy at all; I got to speak with them on the phone over holidays and
such, but that was it.

Eventually, there was a thawing in the iciness that had prevailed between my
parents, and a  prisoner exchange  of sorts was arranged; my sister would
come to stay with us for a month over the summer, and then I would go and
visit them likewise for a month. I was eager to have this happen; I missed
both my mom and Cathy terribly, although in actuality they had been out of
my life for so long that they had both become just a sort of sentimental
memory to me.

Then, toward the end of June, the big day finally came, and my sister Cathy
arrived at our house. My dad picked her up at the airport, and, after
getting her settled in the house, said to us,  I guess you two kids have a
lot of catching up to do- why don t you go visit, and we ll all meet for
dinner at 6 .

I felt a little awkward around her; she had been only eleven when last I had
seen her, a little girl in pig tails, and she had grown a lot since then-
not only in size, but she had started to develop into a woman precociously.
She had a pretty face, framed by long, wavy brown hair, and a cute figure,
with a developing bust and nice waist. She had also grown into a
self-posessed, intelligent person, not just the childish little girl I used
to tease and ignore; she felt to me like a stranger, and I didn t know how
to behave toward her.

We went into the back yard and sat on the bench under our willow tree. Our
house was an old house in the upper New York state countryside, and the back
yard overlooked a small pond. As we talked, I felt that she was as unsure of
things as I felt, being back here after so long among people she really
didn t know well anymore; and so we shared our memories and told each other
of our current lives shyly, with a certain delicacy. But over the few hours
before dinner, we quickly found our footing with each other, warming up and
relaxing in each other s company as we opened our lives to each other. I
felt that she had really turned out to be a great person, and I found myself
feeling very close and open with her, as if she was my twin, and not just my
little sister. We found agreement about all sorts of things, sharing many of
the same attitudes towards the facets of our worlds. By the time dinner
rolled around, we were fast friends.

We had a family dinner with my dad; he was obviously glad to have her there,
but he seemed a little distant and stiff, warming up only a little as we
spent the evening visiting and watching tv. After a few hours, agreeing that
we were all tired, we turned in for the night. It felt funny to have another
presence in the house, and a feminine one at that; she was staying in her
old room, at the end of the hall on the other side of our bathroom. I of
course was used to having the bathroom, and in fact the whole end of the
second floor, to myself; and to have to wait while she used the bathroom to
get ready for bed felt weird; and then, when I finally did get into the
bathroom myself, having her feminine accessories around added to the
unfamiliarity.

Our adventure really began that night, although it took days to blossom. I
got up in the middle of the night to pee, and went into the bathroom,
leaving the door open sleepily as I always did; there hadn t  been reason to
do otherwise for years. I always slept  in pajamas, as I was that night; and
as often happened when I got up at night,  I had an erection. I was standing
in front of the toilet, having pulled the front of my pajama bottoms down to
clear my stiff dick, and was pushing it downwards toward the toilet, about
to begin peeing, when I heard a sound, and sleepily looked up to see Cathy
standing there! She had apparently come in to do the same thing as me, and
hadn t expected to find me there any more than I had thought of her. We both
froze, for a timeless moment that seemed to go on forever, as she realized
what she was looking at, and I realized what she was seeing. Then she turned
away shyly, murmuring an apology, and left; I closed the door, peed, and
went back to bed.

The next morning at breakfast, we were both a little reserved, uncertain how
to deal with our encounter of the night before. I didn t know what her
reaction was, but I felt uneasy, and was content to let the incident lapse,
not acknowledging it to her. It was the first time a girl had seen me with
my pants down, let alone with a hardon, and, although the idea gave me
twinges of excitement, it was new territory, harder to deal with than the
status quo. I was sexually active already, being an avid masturbator, but
the extent of my sexual experience with others was having a friend who I
jacked off with from time to time. I of course had a rich fantasy life, but
had yet to translate it into actual experience; so the whole issue was
complicated for me. The fact that Cathy felt more like a cute stranger to me
than a little sister only added to my confusion. So, I was content to avoid
confronting the whole issue by denial and proceed as if nothing had
happened, avoiding taking any responsibility for my actions, letting events
shape themselves.

Whatever uneasiness there may have been between us that morning quickly
dissipated, and we spent a fun day hanging out and getting reacquainted. But
I felt a very slight undercurrent of something between us, as though we had
a tacit understanding that something had happened, but we weren t going to
deal with it just yet.

Then late that afternoon, the two of us were sitting again relaxing under
the willow tree before dinner, when in a quiet moment, Cathy, looking down
at her hands, quietly said,  I had a hard time getting back to sleep last
night after I saw you in the bathroom . I sat startled, alert, waiting to
see where this was going.  I ve seen diagrams and that sort of thing in
health class , she continued quietly, still looking down,  but that was the
first time I ve ever actually seen a boy s thing, at least since we were
small kids.  We sat in silence a few more moments, then, suddenly looking up
at me, she said thoughtfully, It looked so big! Was it hard? 

I was taken aback; then, embarrassed, I stammered how boys sometimes got
hard while they were sleeping, and I started to fumble an apology for
leaving the bathroom door open.  That s ok , she interrupted, I m glad I got
to see it.  Then, after a moment s silence, looking away again, she asked me
very quietly, Would you let me see it again sometime? 

I felt as if a bomb went off inside me. A rush of different emotions ran
through me, and I felt my face reddening; then, surprised by a sudden
boldness surging up from a hidden part of myself, I felt myself saying, ok,
if you d like . Then suddenly the words  you could come to my room tonight
after we turn in, if you want  blurted from my mouth.

As if to dissipate the embarrassment that was hanging in the air from our
sudden intimacy, Cathy changed the subject, and we resumed the conversation
that we had been having before she had dropped her bombshell. Throughout
dinner and the rest of that evening a correctness and politeness prevailed
between us, but I could feel that the memory of our talk was in the
forefront of both our thoughts. As we prepared for bed, I wondered if she
would actually follow through on my invitation.

I was very excited at the prospect of  showing off  for Cathy. I had a
strong sex drive, masturbating frequently, both alone and with a couple of
friends; but had never had any direct sexual contact with a girl, and was
eager to. For me the fact that she was my sister was an advantage; we had a
built-in intimacy, and no prospect for needing to maintain  a relationship ;
and at the same time, the fact that she was a relative stranger to me made
her exciting as a potential sex partner.

I went to bed, lying quietly, waiting either to go to sleep or for the
anticipated visit. Eventually I was drifting off into my thoughts, when I
heard my door open quietly, and then close. I reached over and turned on my
bedside lamp, revealing Cathy standing there in her nightie. I sat up
awkwardly, swinging out my feet to sit on the side of the bed, as she came
over, and sat down next to me; she looked at me, then down towards my lap,
and playfully said, Well, let me see it! 

There was a sizable bulge pushing out the front of my pajamas already; and
as the reality of the situation penetrated my awareness, I felt a further
surge in my dick, as I rose myself up off the bed slightly, and pushed down
the waistband of my bottoms.

My erection, now fully hard, sprang free, as Cathy watched; and I settled
back down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on my elbows to show it off
fully. Staring at it wide-eyed, she said, Wow! It s HUGE! . I felt on fire;
sitting back, both of us staring intently at my stiff cock, which was rock
hard, its skin stretched shiny-tight, I basked in the thrill and arousal of
showing this cute girl my most private parts. She studied it with great
attention and curiosity; as she looked at it, she said,  I can t believe
this could fit inside a girl! ; then,  are all boys this big? . I explained
that apparently it could fit somehow; and that everyone is different, and as
far as I could tell from the school gym, and the few friends who I had seen
hard, that I was pretty big.  Then she asked me if I had ever had an orgasm.

I smiled, and told her that I did as often as possible, usually once a day,
sometimes twice. Wide eyed, she moved her head closer to it to study its
tip, asking,  how much stuff comes out when you do? . I said it depends on
how hot I feel, and how long I masturbate it; but maybe about a couple of
tablespoons. She asked,  Will you show me? 

I felt a flush of dizzying excitement, and the blood rushing in my ears, as
I acquiesced in this new level of intimacy by reaching for my hardon in
front of her. I grasped it with my left hand just above my balls, and with
my right hand about an inch below the rim, and began to move both hands up
and down slowly, pulling the skin up over the rim of its head on each
upstroke. She sat next to me, and watched curiously.  Have you ever been
with a girl? Have you done this with anyone before?  I told her she was the
first girl to see my hardon, but that I sometimes jacked off with a friend
of mine.  She watched my balls ride up and down with each stroke, commenting
on their beefyness.

Suddenly, a drop of fluid squoze out of the hole and sat perched glistening
on the tip; Cathy asked excitedly,  Are you having an orgasm?  I told her
no, that as I got hotter slippery fluid came out to lubricate it, and not to
worry, when I was having an orgasm she would know about it; and I told her
we called it  coming , and we called masturbating  jacking off . As she
watched excitedly, she told me how she had a girl friend back home who had
showed her how to masturbate, and would come over to her house for
sleepovers, and they would masturbate each other. She said they called it
 finger fucking , and that her pussy also got very wet before she would
come. 

We watched the drop of pre-come sitting on the tip of my dick swelling with
each downstroke of my hands, then shrinking slightly with the upstroke as
some of it was sucked back down into the hole; I was going very slowly to
try to make it last. I felt incredibly hot; I was panting, more excited than
I had ever been; having my sister watching me work on my erection,
masturbating it slowly and very thoroughly, was the sexiest thing I had ever
done. 

It felt incredibly hot to have this curious, cute girl eagerly watching me
work on my big dick- it felt wonderfully nasty, and the forbiddenness of the
act, considering that she was my sister, added greatly to the thrill I felt
as we watched me masturbating.

The drop of fluid finally grew too large to stay balanced on the tip of my
dick, and its own weight started it slowly flowing down my dick. We watched
it flow down the top of my helmet-shaped head, get caught briefly on the
thick, protruding rim, and then get dragged down the shaft when it hit my
hand, leaving a shiny, wet trail over the head as more fluid flowed down. As
the juice pooled around my hand on the shaft, it began to make a sticky, wet
sound; and Cathy commented on how much juice was coming out.

I stopped my jacking movements, and took my hands away from my erection,
explaining to my sister that I was getting close to coming, and I wanted to
slow down and build up more come for her. We watched my hardon bouncing
slightly with my pulse, which had gotten very fast by now. It was shiny wet,
stretched to its maximum with excitement; the head a deep shiny purple, the
veins along the shaft a rich blue. Cathy studied it all around, commenting
on how much bigger it was when it was close to coming than when we had
started, and how wet it had gotten. I told her we called the fluid  cream ,
and as we watched, a fresh pulse of cream oozed from the head and began its
trip down the shaft.

Cathy told me how excited it made her to see my dick in such a state, and
that maybe she d finger herself for me after I came. I felt the urge to come
subsiding, so I grasped the shaft in the middle, with one hand now so Cathy
would have a better view. I started to slide the skin on the shaft up and
down  very slowly in a steady rhythm; the sticky sounds resumed. Cathy
commented on how amazingly loose the skin was on my dick, that it could be
slid around so far; and again on how large my dick and balls were, saying
that it must be weird having something that big bouncing around and hanging
between my legs all the time.

 Does it hurt to have it so swollen? , she asked, watching me cream; I
replied, with some difficulty being so close to coming;  No, it feels
incredible. In fact, the harder it is, the better it feels. When I m really
hot, like I am now, it gets so swollen that the skin gets stretched really
tight, and gets ultra-sensitive. 

At that moment, I could feel myself passing the point of no return. I warned
Cathy that I was about to come, as I felt the incredible deliciousness of
the juices pooling in my balls; I slowed, and almost completely stopped, my
jacking, to prolong the orgasm as much as possible; my erection started
twitching involuntarily, and I stopped rubbing it altogether, and took my
hand away, as I felt the fire building in my limbs, centering on my
midsection; my sight began to dim, and I heard a roaring in my ears; then,
with a large spasm, my dick jumped and a thick rope of white come shot out
from its head high over my chest, then another and another, my dick jumping
in spasm with each shot. Cathy said,  My God! . It was far and away the most
powerful orgasm I had ever experienced, and my erection kept bobbing over
and over, as more come, now in a stream pooling in my pubic hair, pulsed
from my erection in a diminishing flow.

As the throbbing in my genitals subsided, I returned to awareness of my
surroundings. My chest was spattered with streams of come, trailing down to
my pubic area, which was soaked in a white puddle. Cathy repeated, My God.
That was incredible! Was that a particularly big one?  I explained that it
was, that having her watch me had given me the best come I could remember.
She was flushed and breathing hard, obviously aroused by the experience of
watching me come, clearly surprised and excited by the magnitude of the
explosion. 

As my hardon began to subside,  she layed back on the bed, still breathing
hard, and quickly pulled down the white cotton panties that she had on under
her nightie; and started to urgently rub herself with her fingertips inside
the slit of her pussy, that was now exposed openly to my view. I saw the
soft in curve of her waist, and her flat belly above the slight nest of
soft, brown curls that spread over the mound of her pussy; I admired the
pouting, now-swollen lips of her pussy, that she was in the midst of
frantically working on, nestled between her two petite, smooth thighs, that
led up to the plump swelling of her cute ass.

Her head was thrown back, her eyes partly closed, and she seemed lost in the
world of her arousal. I watched with interest what she was doing with her
hand; I had never seen a girl masturbate before. Her legs were partly
spread, and she had the tips two fingers of her right hand moving rapidly
between her lips near the top of her slit, which looked swollen and pouty.
Instinctively I reached my hand out , and with my fingertips, touched the
lips of her pussy just below where she was so frantically rubbing. She
opened her eyes as she felt my touch, moaning  Oh! , then saying hoarsely,
 I m just about to come ; I slipped my fingertips between her swollen lips
near the bottom of her slit, feeling a very warm, slippery wetness; she
pushed her head back, closed her thighs on my hand, breathing,  Oh! Oh! 
softly, as I felt the smooth, wet flesh under my fingers start to pulse in
strong, rhythmic spasms. I felt her coming for perhaps twenty seconds, her
pussy pulsing strongly, her entire body tightening with each spasm, with
gradually diminishing intensity, until finally the last few pulses were
maybe five seconds apart.

She relaxed, lying back, spent. I said softly,  Wow- was THAT a particularly
big one?   She opened her eyes and looked over to me, and  answered, with a
blend of shyness, embarrassment, and pride,  I ve never had such a big one
before- I guess watching you really made me excited; and then when you
touched me...  I agreed that seeing someone else was a major turn on; I told
her how I would get together with a friend of mine and do it, and how hot I
would feel watching them, how seeing them come would make me want to; but it
was great seeing her do it, and that I had never seen a girl come before.

I mopped myself off with a dirty t-shirt as she wiped her slit with some
kleenex, then put her panties back on. There was a slight air of
embarrassment between us, and as I pulled on my pajama bottoms, she slipped
out the door to her room, closing it quietly.

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