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All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.
This story took place in the 1970s in the United Kingdom when the ‘World Wide Web’ or Internet as it is known today, was barely an infant and not available to private individuals. As for mobile phones, they were only at an experimental stage. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by chats with ‘experienced’ friends or looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and so on.
Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today’s 14 or 15 year olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet ‘information’ that can now be accessed by anyone that can type ‘sex’ into a search engine.
All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the 1970s, unlike the present, many boys and girls at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to real sexual encounters.
Obviously, if you have read the previous chapters you will be more in tune with the characters.
Since my encounter with my sister Sue in ‘my’ shed on Sunday, when we had almost been caught by our mom, we had kept our distance. Mom was happy that we had made up whatever differences she had perceived we had, and hadn’t suspected anything else, so all was back on a level footing. I was still on half-term holiday from college until next week, so I got to pick up a few chores while Mom and Dad and my sister were all out to work during the day.
I had found time in between chores to be in my shed several times, and as my sister hadn’t yet retrieved her hastily hidden panties under the armchair, covered in my cum, I had made use of them a few times more. I know, that sounds really bad, and I don’t think I had a panties fetish, but it was hard to resist when I thought of them having been in contact with my sister’s wet vagina. On Monday when I pulled them out from underneath the armchair where they had laid hidden since Sunday afternoon, I couldn’t help feeling the soft material and touching where they had pressed on her pussy along the gusset. The thought that they had been on her body, pulled up tight against her, and now were here in my hands, compelled me to wank again with the thought. During Monday and Tuesday, several times, I held them around my cock as I wanked and covered them in more of my cum.
Tuesday evening after we had eaten our evening meal as a family, Sue and I were asked to do the washing up, so we ended up next to one another at the kitchen sink. Our parents were only in the next room, so we initially just got on with the task. Sue was washing and I was drying, putting things away as we went.
I looked round to make sure we were alone, “Sue,” I whispered, “do…emm…do we need to talk about Sunday?”
I bumped her with my hip, “Come on Sue, you know what I mean, don’t you?”
She looked around, “I know.”
“Look,” I whispered, drying another plate, “I need to know if… well…you are upset, mad, sorry it happened or what.”
“I dunno Ben,” she whispered back, “I am confused.”
“Yeah, I know, I am a bit too.”
“Well yea of course,” I looked to make sure we were still alone, “it’s not something I have done with anyone,” I started to blush, “but didn’t you feel really randy doing it?”
She looked into the soapy water, “I..emmm… guess I did.”
“I know you are my sister, but …umm.. you’re also…like errr…”
“Like what Ben?”
“Well, you’re a, girl.”
She giggled quietly, “Yea, I know that Ben.”
“That’s not how I meant it,” I was red in the face now, “I only know about…you know…those down there bits of you, from those magazines,” I looked around nervously, “so touching you there, inside and everything, and making you feel good was just …emm… just…only things I imagined and wondered about.”
She was quiet for a moment and continued to wash saucepans and cutlery.
She looked over her shoulder then back down, “I know, but, no one has ever done that to me before either and it scared me that it was so intense.” she said, almost too quietly for me to hear.
“But, did… umm . did you like it though?”
“Yes, of course, what do you think I am saying,” she had that exasperated voice on again, like talking to an idiot. “But, can’t you see, we shouldn’t be doing it, and if ever anyone found out…” she left it unfinished.
Now it was my time to be silent, she had a point. The problem was that my cock was telling me it would be ok to do more, my real brain was saying she is right. But surely, my cock said, repeating what we had already done wouldn’t be doing more, just the same, so no real extra guilt? It was very sexy and we both enjoyed it at the time, so…Perhaps? Oh damn, main brain into shutdown again.
The TV was on in the living room, so I didn’t think we could be overheard, “I am not going to tell anyone Sue, are you?”
“Of course not.”
“So…we could find out a bit more …with each other, without anyone knowing?”
“I cebeci escort don’t know Ben.”
“Does it make you randy now, even thinking about it?” I whispered in her ear.
“God yes, but…I am not sure…if…you know.”
My cock was fully hard by now, I turned slightly and pushed it against her hip.
“Ben! What are you doing,” she hissed.
“I can’t help it.”
“I’m sure you can.”
“It’s thinking and talking about it..and.. what we did, makes feel me like this.”
“Christ, Ben, you are going to get us into trouble,” she said, a hint of panic in her voice.
“It’s ok, they are busy watching TV.”
I moved behind her and pressed myself up against her, my hard cock in-between those firm bottom cheeks.
“Does that make you even more randy Sue?”
“Ben, not here, please, they’ll see.”
“You didn’t answer me,” I whispered, again into her ear.
“Yes, it does, of course it does, I can feel you there, but we’ve more or less finished the dishes now, so you better go to the bathroom or somewhere before they come in here,” she said, more forcefully.
She was right again, standing next to my sister with a raging erection tenting my shorts might not go down too well with our parents.
I put the cloth I had been drying the dishes with back on the rail, and turned to go towards the stairs, “I have something of yours in the shed, and as it’s Wednesday tomorrow, you might want to collect it in the afternoon when you get home from work ,” I said.
Her brow crinkled as she processed that comment, then she remembered, and a barely concealed grin spread across her mouth, “Maybe.”
On Wednesday, Mom and Dad were at work as usual, and just after 1pm, I had taken the sandwiches Mom had left me, down to my shed to eat them there. I had made it cosy and with the old armchair, workbench and various tools, it was like a sort of male haven. It smelt faintly of the creosote that coated the exterior wood as well as sawdust from the odd bit of sawing I had done. I had a small battery-powered, transistor radio, down there (for those of you that might remember, it was a ‘Bush’ with a big frequency dial on the right hand side – sorry I digress), which was tuned to Radio 1 and playing current pop tunes.
I was sitting in the armchair, finishing the last of the sandwiches, with the music at a fairly high volume, and reading some of the stories in a new magazine, so not paying much attention to anything else.
Knock, knock, on the door, “Ben, you in there?” my sister shouted.
I have to admit, I really didn’t think she would come down to my shed after the last time she was here, and although I had teased her about what she had left behind, I still didn’t think she would come.
I quickly slipped the new magazine under the armchair, and got up to let her in, putting my now empty plate on the workbench.
I slipped the bolt back and she pushed in almost straightaway.
She looked me up and down and then looked around.
“So…what are you doing?” she asked.
“Nuthin much, just had a sandwich and listening to music.”
She looked disappointed at not catching me doing something else.
“Err, so… did you want something,” I asked.
“You said you had something of mine?”
“Ahh yes, ummm. I kept them safe, in case…you know…”
“Great, can I have them then?”
“Yeah, sure, hold on.”
I went to the drawers, deliberately shielding them from her view, pulled one open, lifted up the false bottom and extracted her panties she had left behind on Sunday.
“Here,” I said, and offered them to her.
She took one look at them and said, “What the …what have you been doing with them, they didn’t look like this when I left them?”
“They were a little emm.. ‘stained’,” was all I could come up with.
She held them up with thumb and forefinger, “Stained?…It looks like they have mopped up a whole bucket full of your stuff.”
I hung my head a little, “Ummm…well… maybe they might have…perhaps… a bit more than originally.”
“You can say that again…No don’t. So, don’t tell me you have been using these, like, to do your stuff in?”
Caught out, my face was like a beetroot, “Sorry,” I said, “it was just that…emm… every time I saw them, I remembered, you know, …and it made me so randy, I …like.. had to. If you had got them earlier then…”
“So, it’s my fault that you soaked my panties in your stuff?” her voice rising.
“No, I didn’t mean…”
She stood there, not saying anything.
I took in her usual black miniskirt that she wore for work, her long bare legs and comfortable sandals. Her top was one of a collection she had in different colours that had a round neck, no sleeves and finished just above the waistband of her little skirt, leaving about an inch of flat stomach showing. I could see she was wearing a bra today from the outline just showing under her top. She always had a fresh complexion with little make-up. Her shiny cebeci escort bayan hair, styled I am sure for free by one of the girls in the hair salon where she worked, hung just to her shoulders. An 18-year-old, ‘girl-next-door’, shy look, that was both understated, but also sensually attractive.
She was biting her lower lip again.
She always did that when she was making a decision.
“You know on Sunday, when we were …emm in here,” she started, looking down at the floor now, “towards the end, I sorta remember you actually kissed me?”
“I wouldn’t say it was a proper kiss, it was only a sort of kiss I suppose,” I replied, wondering what had prompted this.
“What do you mean, a ‘sort of kiss’?”
“Well umm, you were making a few loud noises…”
“Ohh,” she said, the usual blush traveling up her neck.
“Anyone could have heard, so…so I couldn’t use my hand,.. you know why, so, I just put my mouth over yours…to quieten it,” I said.
“You didn’t really mean to do it then…kiss me, I mean?”
“I err.. wouldn’t have minded, but although we did…well, you know what we did,… kissing my sister like that might be a bit weird on a different level.”
“Do you think so?”
“I dunno, it’s not something I thought about at the time,” I said.
“Do you think it would be now?” she asked, fiddling with the panties in her hand.
“Do boys do that with their sister,” I asked, then realised, after what we had already done, it was a stupid question.
She raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, I know,” I added.
“Well do you,” she persisted.
“What are you saying Sue, that you actually, like…, want me to kiss you?”
“It’s just that from what I remember, it was another new feeling to add to all the others, but I… didn’t really get to separate it, if you see what I mean.”
“I see.” I said, not really understanding her logic at all.
“Oh, just forget it,” she said, “I’ll go, it might be a bad idea anyway.”
“No, no, umm, sorry Sue, I am just not sure what you’re getting at.”
Her blush had reached her cheeks and she was looking down unseeing at the panties in her hand.
“I think you might have done the kissing bit a lot more than me,” she got out, “I wondered if…No, forget I said anything.”
“I can’t now, can I, so, it’s ok, what were you wondering?”
“You won’t think it’s weird then?”
“I wondered if…if.. we might try kissing properly. It’s not as if it’s sex or anything, is it?”
“N..nno I suppose, but it’s not something we would do in the house normally either?”
“No, but in here we could, couldn’t we, we can trust each other after… you know,” she said, looking up again.
I did remember my lips on hers and our tongues meeting, but would it be strange just kissing her cold like that? I felt a bit of a tingle at the thought of perhaps holding her or touching her again. I had already shot lots of cum, just thinking about the two previous occasions we had done something together. Perhaps this might also be good material to remember and think about?
In the few fractions of a second those thoughts took; she was looking at me and waiting for me to say something.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” I said noncommittally, but thinking it might actually be exciting.
“You mean you would?”
“Yes, if you are sure, I don’t know how awkward it might be though. Would you emm… would you just want to do it as we are?”
“Yeah, I am not asking you to teach me or anything, I just want to see how it feels without worrying that someone might be judging me, and I know you wouldn’t do that.”
“You know I wouldn’t, so, ok, if that’s what you want, I’d sort of like to try it too with you too.”
“I know there is no one about, but I think we had better put the bolt on the door this time, just in case, yeah?”
“Good idea, here let me I’m nearest.”
I heard her slide the bolt across, stopping anyone from opening it, and I looked out the window to check the garden was empty. I was starting to feel excited about being close to her again, and of course my cock was starting to rise with the anticipation. I was only in my usual casual tee shirt and shorts, as it was always warm in the shed during early summer, so I already felt it might be visible as a bulge
“Umm… Don’t forget we need to keep quiet, no loud screaming,” I joked.
She punched my arm. “That’s for making me more embarrassed,” she said.
“How do you want to do this?” I asked, not sure how to start.
She looked around. “If I stand here with my back to the workbench, I can just see out of the window and keep watch. You stand in front of me and we’ll see how it goes.”
It wasn’t a huge shed, so I only had to move a couple of paces. We were almost the same height, perhaps I just had the edge, but neither of us had to bend down to the other.
I put my head forwards twisted it slightly and touched her lips with mine. Our noses were escort cebeci now side by side. She met my lips and gave me a couple of chaste kisses like you would if you were saying ‘goodbye’ to someone. It was a start, but it wasn’t working. My experience of heavy kissing had mostly been in the back row of the cinema, where the seat supported your partner, so with one arm round their shoulder, you could get the necessary pressure on their lips.
I moved a half step forwards and closed the small gap between us. She automatically spread her feet wider so that I was standing between them. Lifting my right arm, I put it round her with my hand in the middle of her back, and the other one I moved to be on her neck, under her hair.
She took all this in without commenting or resisting, then understanding what I was doing, put both of her hands round me onto my back. Now I was able to put my lips on hers without bending her backwards, and also keep her head in place.
I nuzzled my lips on hers and she returned the pressure. I nibbled each lip with mine and into the corners. I ran my fingers softly up her scalp under her hair and kept her head from moving backwards as I pressed my lips more firmly to hers. She started to move her hands just lightly over my back as I slowly turned my head this way and that to taste every part of her lips. I had been rubbing her back too with my other hand, passing over her bra strap that I could feel under her top. She seemed to be getting the hang of it, as she was countering my head and lip movements with hers, accentuating the feeling of intimacy that having your lips against someone else’s gives.
Just being that close to her I could smell her hair and light perfume; then feeling her kissing me back, had my cock at full erection very quickly. Even through my underwear and shorts, I could just feel that the tip was touching her clothes, it was so sensitive.
I opened my mouth slightly and felt her do the same; we were breathing a bit more noisily now down our noses. We moved our lips around each other’s, our open mouths sealed together. Moving forward just a fraction I felt my rampant cock, inside my clothes, push against her skirt, forcing it just in-between her open thighs. To my surprise she moved her hips slightly forwards so that I could feel her thighs either side of my cock as it pushed there.
She opened her mouth a little wider and her kissing grew a bit more forceful. Feeling this increasing need, I let the tip of my tongue slide along her lips. At first, she did nothing more, then cautiously her tongue slipped just into my mouth and as we kissed, feelt for mine. I found hers and we began to caress and taste each other.
While our tongues were dancing together, and our lips and mouths were moving on each other, I could feel both our heartbeats getting faster. My arms were a bit shaky from whatever adrenalin-based chemicals were now circulating and I think she was feeling the same. As I held her even closer, I moved my hand that was on her back up under her top onto her bare skin. She hummed into my mouth but didn’t stop me. We probably needed to come up for air, but we were both enjoying the sensual feeling too much.
My hand felt the straps of her bra, the clasp, her bare skin, the straps again. I followed the material round towards her front. I reached the side of her bra-clad left breast and paused, just letting my fingers feel the fabric. She lifted her left arm to my shoulder and put her hand on my neck, not only keeping my mouth against hers, but giving me access with my hand.
Gently, I moved my hand onto her breast, squeezing and stroking, feeling underneath and then upwards where the bra ended, and onto where the soft skin of the top of her breast started. This caused her tongue try to wrap around mine. As it did, she made little soft noises in my mouth. I pressed my cock a little harder against her and was excited when she pushed back. There wasn’t much movement, just a slight dry humping, a slow rhythm that I could feel stimulating the end of my cock. The joint material of her skirt and my clothes prevented me from knowing just exactly where the head was rubbing, but she was obviously getting something from it.
I wanted to feel her bare breasts, but I hadn’t much experience in removing bras although I knew the principle. I returned my hand to her back and found the clasp. I knew there were probably three little hooks, but it was tightly in place. She never slowed down her kissing and tongue lashing, as I attempted to squeeze the fastening together with one hand to get them to release. I wasn’t winning and it was frustrating.
She broke the kiss, we stood there panting slightly, a bit flushed from the exertion and arousal.
“Try now,” she whispered, breathing out a long breath and pushing her shoulders backwards.
I found the clasp was less tight and slipping my forefinger between the clasp and her skin, then squeezing either side of the clasp with my thumb and middle finger in a scissor motion, I was elated to feel the tension release and the clasp open. Wow, I had just done a one-handed bra release, albeit with some help. She wasn’t finished though. Removing her hands from my back, she did that girl conjuring trick thing, and somehow wiggled her arms out of the straps and produced the bra from under her top and dropped it on the armchair.
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