M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 2

It was a long way by train and it would take me a couple of hours to get to the village where I was born, but I didn't have any problems keeping myself occupied. In my mind I went over the various things I had experienced so far and needless to say they all came back to my most favorite topic-all the sex acts I had ever done, all the sensuous adventures I had had, thoughts of steaming pricks and dripping cunts filled my mind and the rocking motions of the train added to my usual lusty feelings. With every mile the train speeded through the countryside my randiness increased, till it came to a point where I couldn't stand it any longer.

I just had to come right now and what better way than frigging oneself to a quick relief? Since it is hardly polite to raise one's dress in a train compartment occupied by other people I had to go to the toilet to jack off, although I'm certain some of the gentlemen in the compartment would just have loved to see me wank myself.

But like I said, I went to the toilet to give myself the desired relief. Standing in the cubicle, I raised one leg and placed it on the toilet seat, after I had taken off my panties. Hitching up my dress, my cunt came under the easy touch of my experienced hand and with delight I penetrated my slit with two stiff fingers. Unfortunately I had not put my dildo in my handbag. Its bulky form had more or less kept me from doing this and I had stuck the darling thing in my suitcase… I would just have loved to stuff the hard rubber length of my artificial cock in my dripping slit, but the old finger-fuck had to do for the time being.

During the weekend I certainly would have ample opportunity to use it and if everything went the way I hoped it would, I would be using it on my mother and sister as well. I thought about my mother with the dildo belted around her body, fucking my sister while she sucked my cunt. I remembered my sister's mouth and I knew I was destined to suck a prick and cock. From the shape of her mouth I knew she couldn't be very much like my father, but things like that may turn out all wrong.

Anyway, there was no real need to worry yet and even if my little sister would not play my kind of games I knew my mother would if guided in the right way, so I would not be without sensuous pleasures this weekend.

Rubbing my clit furiously while I thought about all this soon brought on the desired satisfying results, and I creamed over my fingers, stifling my lusty cries by biting the handkerchief I had ready to mop up my spendings.

Relieved, I went back to my seat and looking out of the window, I found by the landscape that I had arrived in familiar surroundings. Only two more stations to go and I would be home. I was full of eager anticipation for the things to come.

My parents' house was close to the station and I had written them not to bother picking me up. I just had to walk for a couple of minutes and I wanted to find out whether anything had changed in the village where I had spent my youth.

As usual in towns this size all things were exactly like they had been when I left, and I met quite a few people I knew very well. Some of the boys and girls I had played with not too long ago talked to me and in the eyes of some of them I could see they envied my present way of life. In the eyes of some of them I could also read something other than envy-especially the boys. They looked me over as if they were going to rape me right then and there if I kept talking to them any longer. But some of the girls also looked at me like that and I think some of the escapades Mary and I had had must have become known to them.

It's hardly feasible that Mary had not found herself another girl friend to do things with that she and I used to do, and she must have talked about the two of us. Well, never mind. I may yet find out about them later on, maybe have some little lovemaking with my dear Mary, if things go wrong at home. I was soon to find out how things had developed…

My three relatives were at home, awaiting my arrival and they greeted me with more enthusiasm than I had expected. Even my father was really charming and hugged me for a long time… If he had not been such a religious and severe man, wearing those somber and awful dark suits, and bearing a grim look on his face, he could have been a really handsome and charming man with his lean body and broad shoulders.

My mother had not changed very much from the way I remembered her. She still looked beautiful and her shape was marvelous for a woman her age.

But my little sister-I couldn't take my eyes from her. She was lovely, and she wasn't a little sister any longer! There wasn't very much that was little on her at all, especially her tits. They had grown into real beauties and I could hardly wait to find out what she would look like in the nude. Looking her over closely, I wondered how much she knew about the pleasures one's body can give and if I was not mistaken, she had already had some experience, but I hoped there was still something I could teach her. That has always been one of my pleasures, teaching a young girl the ways of love, teaching her all I knew, the way I had been taught-bringing her to the point where she can't go back any longer and making her desirous for creaming over and over again. And I was going to find out! That I promised myself. I wasn't going to waste any time, now that I had seen her.

That first Saturday night at home was spent really pleasantly, but as you will understand nothing of the erotic transpired, and this mainly because my father stayed in all afternoon and night. From some of the things my mother said, I seemed to understand she had taken my little hints hidden in my letter to her and sometimes I thought she was really going a bit too far for my father, but he either didn't seem to notice or didn't want to pay any attention.

We had a marvelous dinner and afterwards we watched television. For a change they had something worth watching. In fact, there happened to be a rather sexy sort of show and although my father occasionally grunted in disapproval, it was kept, on, and my mother, sister, and I thoroughly enjoyed it and it certainly brought my mind back to sex.

But if I wanted to have any sensual pleasure I had to wait till that night in bed or until tomorrow, if I managed to hold out that long, when my father went to Mass.

My old room was transformed into a bathroom, which really was a better one than the small one we had when I was still at home, so I had to sleep with my sister. Fortunately, my parents had also bought new furniture and my sister seemed to have managed to make them buy her a double bed instead of a single, so we could sleep together.

Things were beginning to look real good to me and sleeping in the same bed would certainly give me the opportunity to play some of my tricks on her. She was hardly in a position to refuse anything when I had her this close to me and I knew my capabilities when it came to seducing another female.

We went to bed late that night and Father even went so far out of his usual way as to offer us some wine to drink. I was getting quite used to drinking by now, but little Jean was feeling rather hot and she looked flushed and excited due to this unaccustomed drink.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I watched her undress herself with eager eyes and once more I found I could hardly call her little Jean any longer. She didn't feel embarrassed at all to undress in front of me, in fact, she seemed to take it for granted I was in her presence. After all we were sisters and had often undressed in front of one another.

Once she was naked I could really see how much she had grown into a beautiful young woman and suddenly I realized she was only two years younger than I was, which made her seventeen.

She was just as fully grown as I had been at her age and her breasts had developed into real beauties. Her cunt had the same prominent bush of hairs like I and my mother have, while her Mons Venus was of exactly the same bulging and sensuous appearance.