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Subject: {ASSM} Introduced to sex on vacation in Mexico: "family love" that wasn't incest
Date: Sat, 18 May 2002 16:10:05 -0400
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More than ten years ago, when I was 15, my parents took my 19-year-old
sister Cara and me, along with Henry, 14, who was living with us that
year, to Acapulco. The trip was something of a reward for Cara, who
had experimented with drugs in high school and been through a
residential treatment program and who was then attending a local
college and getting decent grades. My father was in the auto parts
business in partnership with Henry's father in  a small city in the
American Midwest. My father was the technical guru, and Henry's father
the entrepreneur type who, however, had been convicted for tax evasion
and was in prison that year. Since Henry's mother had died, he had
come to stay with us. Cara's boyfriend Ralph had also come along, and
the four of us were staying in one room.

The room in the fraccionamiento apartment where we were staying (part
of a well-known resort that looks down on the beach) was laid out with
two single beds, a sofabed and a rollaway. Cara  and Ralph had evicted
me from the single bed where I was supposed to be sleeping, and
assigned me  to the sofa. Ralph was on the rollaway. They then pushed
the two single beds together.

We had a great day swimming, boating and parachuting (a motor boat
tows you while you rise in the air with a paracaidas strapped on). In
the evening we four were too tired to go out, so my parents went
nightclubbing and left us at the pool. We'd had a lot to drink. Mexico
is kind of neat: if you're tall enough to put the money on the bar,
you're old enough to drink. We kept ourselves from becoming dehydrated
from sun and sport with locally-made Bacardi mixed with all kinds of
fruit juice: tamarind, orange, mango, papaya. We had margaritas too.
Tired and woozy we went to bed early with the TV on. Cara had studied
Spanish and claimed to understand what was on TV. I doubt she
understood much, but anyway Ralph and I fell asleep and they stayed up
watching it.

It must have been an hour or so later that I woke up to grunting
noises. My sofabed when opened was not very far from the foot of the
beds. My pillow just about touched Cara's bed. When I looked up, there
were Cara's buttocks, and there was Ralph's head beneath them. From
the light of the television I could see parts of her on top of him,
his tongue inside her vagina, his lips sucking and caressing her
vulva, now and then his tongue stroking all over, clitoris, labia. His
mouth taking into itself as much as it could while it massaged her
intimately and thoroughly, with her inner juices mixing with his
saliva and running back into Ralph's mouth. Cara was sighing, and all
the while she had Henry's penis in her own mouth and she was moving up
and down, circling Ralph's glans with her tongue, flicking her tongue
across its tip. I had never imagined such sex. In fact, I'd never seen
a penis, or sex of any kind, outside of pictures. And in school it was
corridor talk that "certain girls" gave head. But not something I had
any reason to pay attention to.

When they noticed me Cara got off Ralph's body and moved around to
whisper something in his ear Then she got off the bed and came over to
me. She pulled me up so that I was sitting on the side of the mattress
and then she pulled off my nightgown. I was too startled to speak.
Cara had always bullied me, and I was afraid to disobey her. If I had
any complaint about Cara our parents pretty much took her side, or
else they just didn't want to know. So there I was, naked sitting on
the bed, and Cara told me it was just as well that I'd seen them at
work, that for my own good and to help me make the most of my future
life it was just as well that I get introduced to sex right there and
then.

Cara walked over to the rollaway where Henry was sleeping, over near
the humming air conditioner. He'd slept through everything. Cara
pulled back the cover; Henry still slept, lying on his back. She moved
the top of his pajamas aside, and pulled open the string of his pajama
bottoms, moving the flaps of the bottoms apart too, to reveal Henry's
penis lying over his scrotum, all on a light base of public hair. I
stared at Henry's penis, circumcised, shrunken in sleep, the light
from the TV now and again flickering over it. His penis moved slightly
with his breathing and his circulation.

Cara, sitting on the edge of the cot, leaned over and picked up
Henry's penis and fondled his testicles. His penis stirred. Then she
kissed it and put it in her mouth and started to run her tongue around
it. Now Henry himself began to stir. He moved his arms, and when his
hands came to Cara he woke up, startled.

Cara stood up, naked, her crotch not far from Henry's head. "Well
hello Henry", she said, "we're having some sex education tonight."
Henry was also subject to bullying by Cara, but he'd learned to keep
his distance from her and he had a room of his own in the basement of
our house, which kept him pretty much out of her sights.

Cara told me to go over and take Henry's nightclothes off. She
instructed me to play with Henry, but before I could do anything Henry
went off to the bathroom. She had him lie down on the big bed and told
me to get on top of him head to crotch. I tried to do what I was told,
but Henry's penis was not responding to me. I guess he was too
frightened to get an erection.

Ralph told us to lie back on the edge of the bed, our feet on spread
apart on the floor, and to relax. Cara went over to Henry and began to
kiss and suck his penis, massaging his balls. In due course Henry got
his erection and we could see from his face too that he was getting
excited and aroused. After a couple of minutes she took his stiff
penis in her hand and began running her tongue over and around the tip
and licking whatever lubricating fluid came out. Then she told him to
explore my body, to play with my breasts, to put his fingers into my
pussy, to massage my clitoris. She had him put his face to my crotch,
his tongue in my vagina, to do what Ralph had been doing to her in the
performance that Henry had slept through.

After a while, Cara decided that I was "ready". Henry and I were to
play a game, to see if we could "come together" in 69. She positioned
us the way she and Ralph had been before. I was to try to time making
Henry ejaculate for when I would reach my own orgasm. It didn't happen
quite that way. All of a sudden Henry's penis stiffened and surged and
successive waves of semen shot out, directly into my throat. I
swallowed before I could think what else to do.

"OK Henry", Cara said, "now you have to concentrate more on the task
at hand". Cara had me lie on the edge of the bed again, and put Henry
to work, kneeling between my spread legs, performing cunnilingus at
her specific direction. It all seemed very clinical, but sure enough
in due course I felt the shudders of orgasm.

Then Cara pulled Henry up and grasped his penis with her right hand,
her last two fingers around Henry's balls, and she started to move her
hand along his penis, masturbating him to make him hard again. "Now
put your penis into Helen's pussy" Cara told him. "She's lubricated
enough to take you and you owe her a good time."

I really wasn't having a "good time"; this was still bullying. But the
physical enjoyment was anyway real even if Henry and I didn't have any
emotional relationship or any inclination to develop one.

I'm told you're supposed to feel pain and see blood when you are
deflowered. There was a little bit of blood on the bed, but I'm not
sure that it was from my hymen because I didn't feel much of anything.
I'd had my climax already; it was nice in a way to have penis in
vagina but it certainly wasn't love and the excitement part had
passed. It took a while for Henry to have his second orgasm (his
"second coming", you might say).

Then Ralph told us to watch, that we should let the "experts" show us
how to do it. He lay Cara back on the bed, and went to work on her
vagina with his mouth and tongue, from below. When he decided she was
moist enough, he moved up on top of her. Cara grasped his penis with
her hand and guided it into her vagina, which was dilated, gaping,
waiting to suck Ralph's penis into its depths.

Ralph's behind went up and down, he penis in and out, now fast, now
slowly, his balls slapping against Helen's buttocks. A couple of times
his penis fell out of her. With his free hand he would massage Cara's
vulva, labia, clitoris, then take his penis and put it back in. Then,
suddenly, his demeanor changed, he sighed, and climaxed. Semen leaked
out of Cara's vagina, streaked down her buttocks and onto the sheet.
Ralph kept on for a minute or so, and got off.

"All right," he said, "Cara didn't finish and it's the fault of you
two. Henry, you have to finish her off with your mouth."

Henry didn't look as if he wanted to do this, but Ralph got rather
forceful and scary. He moved around the bed, put his face onto Cara's
wet pussy, and started to lick her as he had learned to do me. He was
obviously licking up Ralph's semen, but even if he didn't like it he
had no choice, and after a while he got into the rhythm. Cara put her
hands on Henry's head and guided him. Then she let out a scream; when
Henry, startled, looked up she told him hurriedly, "don't stop yet".
He went on for a minute or two, until Cara pulled him off.

That was our introduction to the sport of sex. The rest of the week we
mostly went out in the evenings so there was less time for sex. Still,
Henry continued to explore my body -- my breasts, my mouth, my vagina,
the rest of my genitals, at Helen's and Ralph's instructions and
forceful insistence for at least a half-hour every day. I was made to
play with Henry's penis and to bring him to organism with mouth and
with vagina with as much variety as biology and physiology allow.

At the end of the week we went home. Henry stayed with us for a few
more months until his father got out of prison, and then he went home.
I didn't have sex with him after Mexico, and I never much saw him
after he left. Cara broke up with Ralph a few months after that. I
later heard Ralph had died in a car crash. Cara finished her second
year of college at home, then went away to the state university for
another two years and moved to California where she still lives. Using
other people's sex for her amusement was a rather awful thing to do:
and kids shouldn't be forced or even encouraged into sex before they
are ready. But I feel more sorry for Cara than bitter: in the end
nothing terrible came out of my experience. I didn't get pregnant, or
catch anything. It was a couple of years more before I met any boy I
wanted to go to bed with and until today, until writing this memoir,
I've never told the story to anyone in all the years that have passed.
I'm posting it here after editing it out of a longer personal memoir
I'm writing for a journalism course so that a very few selected
members of the class and have access to it as an X-rated supplement
and read it in the context of the rest of my life story.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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