When I was around ten years old, my mother and father split up, and about a year or two later, they got divorced. Like every kid, when that happens, I was devastated, but within a relatively short time, my mother and my father eventually found other partners. It was a big, big upheaval, I can’t say that it all went smoothly, but although it took a while, things finally settled down.
At first I stayed with my mum, and I was with her for a few years until, her new partner, an oil-man, accepted a new job in America. It would have been okay for me to go too, but my mother and my father, not my step-father, thought it would be unsettling to disrupt my education, and so it was that aged fourteen, I went to stay with my father and found myself with a new, ‘mother,’ and a seven year old sister named Becky.
I already had a ‘step-sister,’ the daughter of my step-father, but she was two years older than me. Her name was Emma, and I thought she was wonderful – a gorgeous older sister, who treated me very kindly. I had sort of expected that she might be horrible, like all those horrible step-sisters you read about in fairy stories when you’re a kid, but she was great. She helped me with my homework, bought me the occasional treat, a packet of sweets or a chocolate bar, and if the truth be known, I had a real, ‘crush,’ on her. She was taller than me at that point, with long dark hair, and the most wonderful dark brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. She never looked away when we talked, she maintained eye contact, which made me feel I was important to her. I was always drawn in and aware of her expression when she was talking. She smiled a lot around me, and I’d have done anything for her.
She was, it seemed to me, the perfect woman, and the object of my growing awareness of the female sex. My first masturbatory fantasies were all about her, lying naked in the room next to mine. I didn’t know if she was naked, I just imagined that someone so lovely must always be naked in their rooms. I would catch the occasional glimpse of things I wasn’t supposed to see, like the time I walked past her bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, and saw her dressing. She wore only panties, and as I watched, she picked up her bra and put it on, covering the most beautiful titties, I’d ever seen. Well, the only titties I’d ever seen, apart from a few in my friend Jimmy Smith’s big brother’s, ‘nudie,’ magazines. The difference was, these were real. She turned and caught me watching her, and instead of making a big drama about it, she smiled and told me to, ‘Scoot,’ which I did. She didn’t speak about it until years later.
When I eventually went to stay with my dad, I was devastated to lose my mum, but just as devastated to lose my adorable big, ‘sister.’ She told me she’d come and visit, because like me, she wasn’t moving to America either, but was going to stay with an aunt a few streets away from where I’d be staying. True to her word, she kept in contact, and came to see me at least once a week, and I also saw her in school when I could. She couldn’t have been any better if she had been my real sister. My new little sister, although a nice little girl, was no compensation.
Becky was a lovely child, and very soon, she took to following me around like a little puppy, and like a little puppy, I quickly learned to love her. She was only seven, and I had just turned fourteen. To be honest, I didn’t have a lot of time to spare for her, I was, as I said fourteen, often out with my friends on our bikes, etc., doing my homework, listening to music in my room, but if I sat down to watch something on TV or whatever, she would come, climb on my knee and snuggle into me. She was hard to resist, and I didn’t try, having her in my arms made me feel like I was protecting her from something, and she was as much of a comfort to me as I was to her.
Some of the guys at school had girlfriends already, but although there were a couple of girls I liked, none could compare to Emma in my eyes. I wasn’t, ‘saving,’ myself for her or any of those daft romantic notions. I just compared them to her, and found them wanting, and I thought I was too young anyway to have a girlfriend. I was more interested in playing football with the guys, or practising my guitar. I’d been playing it for a few years, and found the music a great comfort to me in my more melancholy moods, which were few and far between. I was after all, fourteen.
I lost my virginity, just after my sixteenth birthday, and I could never in a million years have seen it coming. Like most great events in our lives, it came unexpectedly, but I grabbed it, somewhat hesitantly at the time, with both hands.
My father and step-mother had been invited to a wedding in the south of Scotland, but were hesitant to go until Emma volunteered to, ‘babysit,’ little Becky and myself over the weekend. They trusted her completely, she was a sensible, level headed girl with a strong sense of responsibility, and so, come Friday evening, Emma came to stay for the weekend. I was excited, I still had that schoolboy, ‘crush,’ on her, and still thought the sun shone out of her gorgeous arse.
Of course, things had changed with the passage of time and Çanakkale Escort now I was taller than her, well developed for my age too, and the two year age difference didn’t seem so insurmountable, especially since I was now sixteen, and Emma was still seventeen until her birthday in a month or so. Still, I didn’t hold out much hope that anything would, or could happen, she was beyond my expectations.
Emma, true to her word, was looking after us well; she had made us our evening meal, and stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. When she took Becky for her bath, I told her I had homework to do, and went to my room. I was a conscientious little twat back then, and boring as it was, I always tried to do my homework on the Friday night, rather than leave it for last thing on Sunday night. I hated that idea of having the homework, ‘hanging over my head,’ all weekend, so I generally got it out of the way as fast as I could.
It took me a while to get it done, and then I had a wee strum on my guitar, trying to learn a couple of new songs. I had been asked to join the school rock group, and was toying with the idea. I was told that it was a great way to meet girls, so that had its attractions as well as the music. By the time I had done that it was almost 9pm, and I thought I’d maybe go through and keep Emma company, rather than leave her on her own all evening. Becky had long since gone to bed, and Emma was sitting on the sofa, reading, rather than watching the TV. She put down the book, carefully marking her place, when I came in, and turned to me with a smile.
‘Homework all done?’ she asked, and I assured her that it was. ‘So you don’t need your big sister’s help these days, do you?’ she teased.
‘Oh, I don’t know about that. Mostly I struggle through on my own, but I miss your advice and help quite a bit,’ I admitted, adding. ‘I miss having you around to be honest.’ She smiled at me again.
‘Oh bless you, that’s so nice, I miss you too. Come here, give me a hug,’ she suggested, and I sat beside her on the sofa, while she took me in her arms. It felt so good to be this close to her, I could have stayed there all night. She was wearing the most wonderful perfume, and I just drank in her musk, softness and warmth, but all good things come to an end, and I reluctantly sat upright, looking at her with I’m sure, a great big stupid smile on my face.
‘Thank you,’ I said quietly, ‘that was nice. It’s been a while since anybody hugged me, apart from Becky of course. She’s a little darling, always looking for cuddles.’ She smiled at that, and asked me if I missed my mum. I had to admit that I did, and she admitted that she missed her dad too.
I noticed that her eyes were a little red, and asked her if she was okay, and she admitted that she’d been a bit upset earlier, after Becky had gone to bed and before I’d come out of my room. Naturally, I asked her what was wrong, and she told me she’d been upset by her boyfriend.
‘I never knew you had a boyfriend,’ I said. A sharp pang of jealousy lancing through my chest.
‘I don’t, not anymore,’ she replied, ‘I found out he was seeing someone else as well.’
‘What, he must be a right fool, the bastard,’ I said, swearing, growing very indignant. ‘You’re absolutely drop-dead gorgeous and such a nice person too.’ She laughed.
‘Well, I suppose it would all be so much simpler if you were my boyfriend,’ she said, still laughing, making my heart race like a motorbike. ‘It’s a shame we’re brother and sister, and you’re so much younger than me.’ I knew she was joking, but the fact that she’d even said it made me excited beyond words.
‘Well, we’re only step brother and sister,’ I said, ‘you’re not my real sister, and you’re only two years older than me. That’s not such a lot.’ She looked at me then, and I’m pretty sure she could see all my feelings for her on my face. Remember I said she was a very sensible girl? Well, she quickly tried to change the subject, asking how I was getting on at school, asking which subjects I was taking, etc., etc. trying to lead me away from what we’d been talking about. I thought maybe I had embarrassed her, I knew I had embarrassed myself, so I didn’t try to push it any more.
She got up and went into the kitchen, and came back ten minutes later with two large mugs of tea, and a plate of buttered toast, and some strawberry jam. She knew it was my favourite.
‘See, I remembered that you love strawberry jam,’ she said warmly. ‘To be honest, it’s my favourite too, it’s just lovely, the food of the gods,’ she added for emphasis as she spread the jam thickly on two slices of toast. ‘Would you like some?’ she asked, teasing me, holding out a slice. I took it, smiling at her. It was such a nice feeling just being with her, and I was a very happy young man as I bathed in her smiles and pleasant company.
‘Are you still playing the guitar?’ She asked me, and I told her that I was. ‘You must be getting pretty good – if you’ve been keeping up with your practicing of course?’ I assured her that I had been, and I also told her that I’d been invited to join the school rock band.
‘Hey, that pretty cool.’ She said, suddenly excited and enthusiastic. Çanakkale Escort Bayan ‘I’ve heard them rehearsing and they’re very good. I’d be so proud to have my little brother playing with them. You have to do it, you just have to.’ When I said I wasn’t sure just yet, she laughed and said. ‘You’d be crazy not to, think of all the hot girls wanting to meet you when you play in a band. You’ll love it.’ I admitted that it seemed a cool idea and I was seriously considering it, but not just for the girls, although that might be nice too. She smiled at me again. ‘Just think,’ she mused, ‘my little brother, with a glamorous rock chick on each arm.’ It was so ridiculous we couldn’t help but laugh.
‘Do you have a girlfriend?’ she asked me, a bit more seriously. I shook my head.
‘Nah, you know me, I’m a bit shy sometimes, which is maybe why I haven’t jumped at the chance to join the band. I dunno, it’ll maybe happen one of these days.’
‘Well, you’re a good looking boy, I’m sure you’ll get somebody soon,’ she sympathised.
‘I’m not even looking. I wouldn’t know what to do with a girlfriend even if I had one. I’d just make a fool of myself,’ I protested.
‘Make a fool of yourself? How’s is that possible?’ she demanded.
‘Well, your little brother doesn’t know anything. I’ve never even kissed a girl, I wouldn’t know where to begin,’ I confided. She looked thoughtful.
‘It’s easy, you just take them in your arms, like when we were hugging earlier tonight and touch your lips against hers,’ she advised.
‘That’s it, is that all there is to it? It doesn’t seem like that when you watch people kissing on TV, or a film. Are you teasing me again?’
‘Well, yes, there is a bit more to it than that I must admit. Short of actually kissing you, to show you, you’ll just have to find out the hard way,’ she stated.
‘Would you?’ I asked. There was a strained silence; I noticed her shaking her head as if telling herself this was a bad idea.
‘Would I, what?’ she said trying to hold off the inevitable, but I wasn’t going to be put off.
‘Kiss me, show me how it’s done. I know you like me as much as I like you, and surely it wouldn’t be so disgusting and horrible,’ I pleaded. ‘Teach me how to kiss, so when I do get a girlfriend I’ll know what to do. Honestly Emma, the thought of kissing a girl really scares me.’ She smiled at me, I could see she was unsure, so I snuggled up closer to her on the sofa, and put my arm round her waist, drawing her closer to me. I could smell her perfume again as I leaned nearer, whispering in her ear. ‘Please.’
‘I don’t know if this is such a good idea,’ she said quietly, but at the same time scanning my face, with a very earnest expression on her face. I realised she was seriously considering the idea of kissing me though, by the way she was speaking. Those dark eyes of hers really set my pulse racing as she looked into mine. ‘You’re my little brother, it would feel a bit weird, and on top of that you’re so much younger than me too.’ I knew she was thinking of it and my excitement just ratchetted up a notch, and then she signalled her agreement by saying, ‘Promise you’ll never, and I mean never, tell anyone about it. Not your friends, not even one single person, not anybody, this has to stay between you and me, because if it gets around school that I’ve snogged my little brother, even though you’re not my brother, I may as well just kill myself now, that’s how serious this is. Do you realise just what you’re asking me to do?’ I nodded.
‘Emma, you know I love you, I’d never do anything that might get you into trouble. I promise, I really do promise that I will never mention it to one single person as long as I live.’ She moved closer still, and I could feel the warmth of her body, so close to mine. I thought my heart would burst with excitement, I was shaking, trembling, and my mouth felt suddenly dry.
She reached up her hand, touching my face so tenderly, and leaning closer again, she kissed me, very sweetly, very gently. I kissed her back, and she pushed me away a little, whispering that I should be a little gentler, not so hard and forceful. So I tried again, and she whispered that it was much better this time. We sat back on the sofa, much more relaxed now that the initial kiss had taken place, and she proceeded to teach me about kissing. Her tongue parted my lips, and sensuously explored my mouth, and I did the same to her. She told me it was an act of love, not a battle, so don’t try to push my tongue down her throat, or any other girl’s for that matter. Do everything gently, don’t squeeze her arms, or crush her with my size and strength, don’t mash her lips. I was an attentive pupil, even though my cock was beginning to do my thinking for me.
As we pulled back, I could see she was a little bit flushed and I also noticed slightly out of breath. I was too naïve and innocent to realise I was looking at the first signs of sexual excitement.
‘Thank you Emma, that was so exciting, but what do I do next? Do I just keep on kissing her?’ She smiled sweetly at me once more, again shaking her head.
‘Well, you’re kissing her, but that only uses your lips. You Escort Çanakkale have two hands that are free to make her feel better, and let her know how you feel about her. You could for instance gently caress her back and shoulders, that feels good to a girl, and later, when you know her better you could touch her breasts through her clothing if she lets you, and caress her bottom too.’
‘Does touching her breasts not feel good to a girl?’ I asked, pretending to be really naïve.
‘No, on the contrary, it feels wonderful,’ she replied.
‘If it feels wonderful, why does she have to, “let me,” touch them? I would have thought she might have wanted to as well.’ She smiled.
‘You still have a lot to learn about girls, let’s just say, she has to be sure you like her a lot before she lets you do something like that, okay.’ I nodded, and leaned forward kissing her again, and she kissed me in return. I stroked her back and shoulders as I kissed her, hearing her getting out of breath again, and then testing, pushing my luck really, I hesitantly cupped my hand over her soft breast. She stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed as I gently squeezed and stroked her softness, and then she began to whimper and moan with pleasure as I continued.
‘Oh fuck,’ she said as we broke apart for a moment. ‘You’re learning quickly, too quickly maybe,’ she admitted, even more flushed and gasping for breath. I kissed her again, pushing up the front of her T-shirt. As I squeezed and stroked the creamy white skin, rather than stop me, she hooked her fingers under the white lacy bra and pulled it higher exposing her breasts and nipples. Those wonderful boobs I’d seen when I was a kid, still looked wonderful to me, and she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. Showing me how to squeeze and play with them properly. The nipples grew harder and more prominent as I played with her until at last she suggested we kiss some more, but first I must kiss and suck her nipples, and now even I could tell she was really excited, sexually excited by me, and what I was doing. As we kissed and fondled, her hand slipped down between my legs and caressed me through my trousers, feeling how hard my cock was.
Without warning, she pulled away from me, standing up, pulling her T-shirt down. I thought I’d done something wrong, and asked her what.
‘You’ve done nothing wrong sweetheart, but it’s getting late. Time to make sure the house is secure, we need to lock all the doors and windows before we go to bed,’ and as she said it she busied herself with those little tasks making sure the electric was turned off at all the obvious points, etc., etc. As she switched off the kitchen and living room lights, she turned to me and took my hand. ‘Come on then, this is what you want, isn’t it?’ and she led me upstairs to her bedroom.
As we walked up the stairs my head was filled with all kinds of uncertainties. This was what I wanted more than anything in the world at this point, but could I do it? How was it done, how did it work? I hadn’t a clue and that was the scary bit. I didn’t want to let myself down, but more importantly I didn’t want to let Emma down. Would I please her, was I big enough? All these thoughts faded into insignificance as we went into the guest bedroom, or as I thought of it, her bedroom, and she turned to me again, smiling.
She came into my arms, kissing me, her hand slipping between my legs, touching me, encouraging all the time. She began to unbutton my shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of my trousers, and then unbuttoned my trousers, pulling down the zip. I couldn’t let her take all the initiative, so I pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, her bra followed in a few seconds as she unclasped it herself, and we were both half naked, kissing and touching each other intimately. Her skirt followed and then her panties, and then we were under the cover, in bed. The feel of her soft silky skin touching mine was so exciting as I caressed her bottom, back and those gorgeous boobs. She moaned and gasped with excitement letting me know how much she was enjoying it, and then taking my hand, she led it between her legs.
She was wet, slippery and juicy, and as I touched her, she opened her legs even wider and squirmed, pushing against my fingers, at the same time running her hands back and forth on my cock.
‘You’ve got a nice big cock,’ she said, whispering in my ear, ‘it feels so hard. I can hardly wait to feel it in my pussy,’ but she didn’t turn over on her back or anything yet, so I figured I’d better play with her boobs and pussy a bit more. She seemed to like that just fine, getting more and more excited by the minute, and then she reached down with her hands, holding my hand tight against her pussy and thrust herself again and again onto my fingers, becoming really frantic, and naive as I was, I realised she was, ‘coming.’ She whimpered and moaned with pleasure, and I felt a bit of a hero making this older girl I adored have an orgasm. The truth be told, I was a bit of an, ‘onlooker,’ really, she had done most of it herself, but it was my hand between her legs, my fingers in the heat and warmth of her wetness. She kissed my face all over with sheer delight and enthusiasm, making a big fuss of me, telling me I was wonderful, I was a marvel. She was a very clever girl was my Emma. I know now she realised I was nervous, maybe even a little frightened, and she was helping to build my confidence with her praise and by taking the initiative.