Sandy Stephan: Sister's incest secrets

Eventually I made a friend. Or rather, Ann made me a friend. I was in no mood to speak to anyone, yet she persisted beyond my ill humor and got me to laugh again. I liked the look of her and had ever since I'd first walked into the classroom. She was a tall, slender girl with no breasts to speak of but a very pert and very feminine ass that not even the drab school uniform could disguise. Her bed was in the same dormitory as mine, which made it easier for us to get together in the evenings and talk.

Some weeks after we'd first got together I confided in her about Bob. She listened until I'd told her everything, a serious expression in her big blue eyes. Then, when the last of the story had been told, she nodded and said: “You ought to think of yourself lucky for having had as much as that. I've never been to bed with a boy.

“Really?” I found that hard to believe. Ann looked so experienced, so worldly, that I'd always assumed she knew more about everything than I did.

“It's the truth. I've been stuck in this hole ever since I started school.”

“Then you know nothing about sex?”

“Oh, I wouldn't say that,” she laughed. “I know about one kind of sex, but it's got nothing to do with boys.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, wide-eyed.

“Well, sometimes a few of us girls get together and, you know, fool around a little.” Ann seemed to be looking at me more intently than usual, as if my reaction meant something to her. When I went red and white at the very idea of making love with another girl, she laughed again and put her arms around me for a moment: “Don't worry, honey, no one here's going to attack you. But if you want you can just come with me when we do it. Then you can see if you'd like it.”

“I guess that's fair,” I said, but I only said it so she wouldn't think I was chicken. The idea appalled mei How could girls do it to each other. They didn't have a cock between them! On the other hand my curiosity had been aroused, and so I was far from unhappy when Ann gave me the word some days later. The girls were going to get together in one of the disused dormitories on the top floor after lights-out, and I was to be the guest of honor.

The whole operation was cloaked in secrecy. We snuck up the emergency stairs to the top floor when the time came, and Ann showed me how to unlock the door at the top with a hairpin. Then, when she'd closed the door securely behind us, she led me along the dusty corridor till we came to a small room near the end. A faint, flickering light came through the doorway along with the sounds of whispering. Ann motioned for me to follow her inside.

Four girls sat on mattresses on the floor. This room was relatively clean, a regular hideaway. Candles burned in all four corners and several blankets had been draped over the windows. They were passing a cigarette around, sitting comfortably with their backs against the walls, their night gowns unbuttoned and draped nonchalantly over their bodies. I knew the girls by sight, all of them from my class and all of them friendly. At least they'd been friendly towards me, especially since I'd told Ann I'd accompany her to one of the meetings.

“Hi, Kathy,” they said cheerfully when I came in. “Sit down, make yourself at home. Would you like a cigarette?”

“Sure,” I said, figuring I might as well go all the way with this adventure.

We chatted for a while, talking shop of course. But then Ann stood up and said: “Who's going to be 'it' tonight, girls?” She looked at each of us, straight-faced while the others giggled. “Not me!” they chorused. But I figured it couldn't be too bad to be “it” because they all acted as though they wouldn't mind at all.

“What about you, Kathy, do you want to be 'it' or do you just want to sit and watch for the rest of the night?” Ann asked.

Puffing at the cigarette had given me a strange, reckless sense of courage. “Sure, I'll be 'it,'“ I said, standing up alongside her. “Just tell me what I have to do.”

“Yay!” yelled the girls, and Ann put a warning finger against her lips.

“It's very simple, really,” said Ann. “All you have to do is lie down on that mattress there, and promise not to move no matter what happens to you.”

“Is that all?” I felt disappointed at being assigned such an easy task. Surely they could have invented something more demanding!

“Promise not to move no matter what?” she insisted.

“I promise,” I said, holding two fingers up into the air, scout's fashion.

I lay down on the mattress and waited expectantly. The five girls squatted down all around me and spent the first minute or so staring at me. That was all. No one said a word. I began to feel kind of foolish lying there. It was as though I'd landed in hospital and I had no disease to give them. But then Ann, who sat just behind my head, began to stroke my hair ever so slowly, just running her fingers through the long tresses and massaging my scalp with the tips of her nails. It felt restful. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation.

Then the other girls joined in, each one of them caressing a small part of my body. Two of them worked on my thighs, running their nails and fingers along the sensitive insides until strange twitches beset my loins. The other two girls caressed my neck and shoulders, slowly moving down towards my breasts, which were still concealed by the nightgown.

“How do you like that, baby?” asked Ann in a low, soft voice. “That's not so bad, is it?”

“It's beautiful,” I said helplessly.

“And this is only the beginning,” said one of the other girls. A shiver of fear and anticipation ran through me. If this was only the beginning, what would the end be like? Would they make me feel as good as Bob had? They were so gentle, so precise, in what they did. Bob had (and I had trouble in confessing this to myself) been a little crude in the beginning.

Now my breasts were being manipulated. The girls worked slowly, regularly, just squeezing the tips of my breasts with their delicate fingers. My nightgown seemed to slip out of the way without any of us making an effort. I could see my two pinkish-white mounds rising up before me, the hard, rosy nipples poking up into the air, with slender little fingers curling round and round them, making me feel so warm and high. Ann kept caressing my head, her fingers combing through my hair more firmly now. And the girls caressing my thighs often came awfully close to my cunt, although they took care not to go quite that far.

I began to wish they would. In fact, I wanted them all to maul and lick and suck like animals! All their gentle titillations were accumulating inside me like a stockpile of dynamite. Conflicting emotions and sensations coursed through my limbs and body, clashing and merging, causing convulsions and abrupt tremors inside me. And still they kept on with their slow, regular caresses, ever so slow, ever so regular, till I felt like screaming at them!

“Oh, please!” I moaned. “Do it harder, satisfy me!”

“Just lie still, baby,” said Ann. “Don't move. Don't think. Just take what you're getting and enjoy it.”

Soft hands came to within a millimeter of my cunt. I wanted to thrust my box at them and suck them inside but my promise bound me more surely than ropes could have. So I restrained myself and bit my bottom lip to distribute the agony of my ecstasy more evenly. Somehow they'd managed to take my nightgown off. The candlelight threw its uneasy, dim light over my body to accentuate its sensuality as well as that of the girls around me. One by one they let their garments slip to the floor, exposing their hard little tits, their slender bodies, flat bellies, and the small bushes of sparse hair that nestled between their supple thighs. Their beauty came home to me in a rush. In class they had always looked good to me but never this good. In my overwrought condition I could see their true beauty. I wanted to reach out and cradle their small breasts, to pinch one of those little pink nipples or caress the curly little bush nearest me. I wanted to savor the smoothness of their skin with my fingertips just as they were doing to me. Other, vaguer impulses came to me but all of them had to be cast aside. I had to lay still.