I was fourteen before I had experimented with masturbation, so yeah, I was a late bloomer. But, once I tried it and realized how pleasurable it was, I felt the need to catch up on what I might have missed. Since that first orgasm rocked my world, I was constantly occupied with what sex with women would feel like. I so wanted to feel a pussy wrapped around my cock that I felt that I could do anything for that.
It was about the time I turned fifteen that this story happened.
It was a Saturday and mom had gone shopping like she does every weekend. Usually, she would back her car into the carport and would open the trunk and start unloading the groceries. That day I was watching her from the kitchen window overlooking the carport. I don’t know why, but I was struck by how wide her hips were despite her being shapely. She was close enough for me to see her ass clearly as she bent over the deep trunk reaching for stuff.
Things were clear enough that I could see a deep cameltoe formed between her pussy lips. But, what turned me on the most was seeing some of her pubic hair peeking out the sides of the soft cotton short shorts she was wearing.
After finishing college, my sister Jenny couldn’t find a reasonable job in New York and couldn’t afford to stay there. So she was forced to move back into our home where we had both grown up.
She was a little too mature to move back into her old room, after all she was twenty-two now. So she moved into the vacant basement apartment that my grandmother had occupied for the last few years of her life.
Jenny is five years older than I am. That makes it very hard to have things in common. When she went to college four years earlier I was only thirteen, and concerned myself with normal thirteen-year-old things.
Now at seventeen, I could only think of one thing: Sex!
I guess it all started when my twenty-four year old son, a college graduate who was living with his girlfriend in San Diego, broke up with her and decided to move back home to Sedona.
Bobby (his friends call him Bob) and I have always been close. I was a little surprised when he called and told me he had broken up with his girlfriend and wanted to move back home. He did not give me any details, but he did say she just did not understand his needs and better than being unhappy and arguing, they both decided to separate. Like any mother, I was upset and felt sorry for him. At the same time I was feeling excited at having my baby home again.
His father died when he was four and it was just two of us. As an artist, I was able to support us by selling my art and teaching.
As a young boy, Bobby used to model for my art classes on weekends and during the summer. Ever since he was a little boy, he loved running around naked, so it came as no surprise when he said he wanted to model nude for my classes. As I said, he loved being naked.
I was watching TV. The only English-language station played reruns of The Partridge Family, Gilligan's Island, M*A*S*H, and All In The Family every afternoon. For me, at 15, living in Qatar, that was my so-called life.
We'd been in Qatar only since January - three months. We moved from Taiwan. Before Taiwan was Indonesia. Before that Kenya, Latvia, New Zealand... We moved a lot. No, my dad wasn't in the military - it was his business.
Taiwan had been pretty good. We'd lived there for almost two years. My sister, Janet, was sure she was going to be able to finish high school there. No luck. At Christmas, Dad called a family meeting and announced that we were moving in 3 weeks. The color drained from my sister's face. "No, no, no!" she shrieked.
Janet screamed. She cried. I seriously thought she was going to murder Dad. She begged to be able to stay in Taiwan. She pleaded. She slammed doors. She broke plates.
Really, I could understand. Qatar would be her fourth high school on the third continent. And she'd have to leave behind her friends (again), and her boyfriend - her first serious boyfriend - Dan. And going to a new high school just for second semester of senior year was going to be tough.
I stuck my head over the edge of my bed to see my twin brother Ritchie lying on the floor of my bedroom. He'd be sleeping here with me until Aunt Marge and Uncle Bert went home after Christmas.
"Ritchie," I whispered, "It's ok if you want to sleep up here with me."
"Oh God thanks Stephanie." He said scampering up into bed. With the doors closed my room got incredibly cold in the winter, especially on the floor. Mom said since we were both thirteen we couldn't sleep in the same bed, but I knew Ritchie would get sick sleeping down there. I didn't mind sharing my bed with him. We got along better than most brothers and sisters we knew, maybe it was because we were twins and growing up we'd always developed the same interests. I snuggled up against him to help him warm up.
"Thanks Stephanie," he said, still shivering, "You're a lifesaver."
"No problem. Just get down in the morning before Mom comes in."
Neither one of us was really sleepy so we decided to talk for a while. My room was in the basement and all the other rooms were on the upper story, so we didn't need to worry about anyone hearing us. As we talked, I realized how weird it was to be lying here like this chatting about school. I laughed at the thought.
Man did I ever love jerking off. It's something I did really well. I first started doing it in my room when I was alone in the house. A magazine, a bottle of baby oil, and my own imagination is all I needed, and my hand of course. Eventually, I realized it was more exciting to masturbate when my sister's friends were over. I would listen to them talking, hearing every word easily through the thin wall that seperated our two rooms. It is here that I first found out that my sister, Mary, was still a virgin.
Valerie was swinging away in her back yard on a swing her father made out of a car tire. Each breeze that came from swinging made her long golden hair fly everywhere. She wore her short little blue jean shorts and a whitetank top. She wore two small braids on each side of her face to keep her long hair from getting in her eyes. She was glad it was finally summertime. That meant no school, no homework, and no more waking up early.
It was extremely hot that summer day. It was still early in the day and her parents were at work, leaving her alone with her grandmother, who took care of Valerie and her brother Tommy while Mom and Dad were at work. Since Valerie was only 14 and Tommy 16, they didn't really need a guardian to watch them over the summer, but grandmother's presence gave their parents peace of mind. The siblings didn't mind though. They loved their grandmother and besides she cooked a lot better than their own mother.