Sex Stories

by Mary Jaine

  I looked again at Shari, my own eyes filling as I realised my mother had taken no pictures of Rick or me, how could she have, she wasn't even allowed to tell us she was our mother. One look at her face in those myriad pictures told me how much she'd loved and cared for Nicky, and the knowledge that I could have had that as well burned like acid in me. Shari reached over and gently thumbed my eyes, her own eyes two wells of sorrow and compassion. She nodded at Rick, slumped back in his seat, his eyes closed as tears wet his cheeks, while Yaz leaned against him, rubbing his chest, whispering urgently to him, and motioned to me to follow her into the sitting room.

  Once in the sitting room she sat me down and sat next to me, pulling me round until I faced her.

  "Bobby, everything you said earlier, did you mean it? About finding Nicky, I mean?"

  I just nodded, still mentally reeling from the confession I'd made, and Shari smiled at me.

  "Good; let's do that then, let's go find our brother! Let's find him, and bring him home, and put our family back together!"

  I looked at her in astonishment. I really had no idea how we'd accomplish that, where we'd even start; the trail was four-years cold, and getting colder by the day, but something about her made me feel sure she'd find a way; already I was beginning to accept Shari as the head of the family now, and her confidence and cool competence was going to be a major asset to this family now. I grinned back at her, and she looked closely at me.

  "You know, Bobby, when you smile like that, you look an awful lot like Nicky too; different hair, paler eyes, but still almost a dead-spit of him; he was gorgeous, and so are you!"

  I had to laugh at that, this was the second time she'd called me gorgeous, and it was still funny, but she wasn't laughing.

  "I meant it, Robert Davies; you are truly handsome, you should smile more often, it suits you! I used to think Ricky was handsome, and so he is, but you're the one with the looks in this family, you better believe it!"

  Now that I was cringeing with embarrassment, she stood up and opened the door into the family room, and pulled up with a soft gasp; intrigued, I stepped up and looked over her shoulder, to see Yaz sitting astride Rick, his hands tightly clenched around her pert little bum in her stretch jeans, her arms around his neck as they enthusiastically 'sucked face' as the phrase puts it, Yaz grinding her crotch against Rick, their lips glued together, both of them oblivious to the rest of the world. Shari looked up at me, then slowly shut the door again.

  "Wow, they didn't waste any time did they?" she grinned, "looks like I'll be alone in that big room tonight, unless...!" she grinned up at me again and pushed the door open, Yasmin and Rick both jerking around guiltily.

  "Shari, I'm...we... we were...!" she stammered, Shari just grinning at her until she ground to a halt and looked at me in mute appeal. I just shrugged, and sat down, deliberately taking no notice, letting her know that I didn't think she was doing anything wrong, and letting Shari field this one.

  "Yaz, we told you, this is your home, and if you and Rick are serious about each other, well, Bobby and I have nothing to say in the matter; your choices, babies!"

  Yaz looked stunned, and Rick looked directly at me.

  "So, Bobby, if Yaz and me want to...be together, tonight, you're gonna do, what, nothing, is that right?"

  I looked him right in the eye.

  "Got it in one, Rick; I told you; you and Yaz are adults, what you do is your business, this is your home, both of you, and if you want to be together tonight, or any other night, you certainly don't need my permission or my approval!"

  Rick and Yaz exchanged glances, then stood up, much stretching and phoney yawns suddenly in evidence. I had to grin, there was no need for all that pantomime; they could just as easily have said "well folks, we're off to have a fuck now, don't wait up!" and neither Shari nor I would have batted an eyelid...

  As they were trooping out, Shari called out to them, a wicked grin on her face.

  "Use our room, Yaz, Ricky's only got a twin in his room, the Queen-size is much bigger!"

  Even I saw the backs of their necks flush at that one, and the grin on Shari's face was worth a million bucks. Of course, that meant she had nowhere to sleep, and I asked her where she planned on sleeping.

  "Don't worry, Bobby, I have a plan!" she twinkled back at me, making me feel very uncomfortable for a second or two.

  I pottered around, picking up and straightening up, until Shari slapped me lightly on the backside with a rolled-up magazine.

  "Go to bed, Bobby, you've had a long day! Just one thing; take the day off tomorrow, we need to talk and make some plans, and we need you here for that; trust me, you're going to like it. Goodnight, baby brother!"

  Somewhat bemused at being sent to bed, I thought about the evening, and what we'd achieved, and where were going, and was just about to turn off the lamp and go to sleep when there was a light knock on my door. Before I could answer, it opened and there was Shari, once again wearing that ridiculously short bathrobe, long, endless legs very much on display.

  "Is there something wrong...?" I began, but she shook her head.

  "No, everything's fine, it's just...I can't sleep, not alone in that big room upstairs; it's so creepy up there all alone! Shove over, Bobby, you've got a room-mate tonight...if you don't mind?"

  Yes I minded, not when she looked so completely desirable, and I really didn't think she should be climbing into bed with me, not when she was a sneeze away from being naked, but all my objections died in the back of my throat when she dropped her robe; underneath she had on the shortest cut-off tee-shirt and tiny, sprayed-on boy shorts, and all I could do was gawp at how beautiful she was, how lithe and willowy, how outrageously sexy she looked right now.

  "Move along Bobby!" she smiled, and I scooted over, mouth still hanging open at this vision who wanted to climb into bed with me, actually wanted to; I wanted to pinch myself to check I wasn't dreaming, that she'd somehow invaded my mind and this was just an erotic dream, but then she slid into bed next to me and she really was there, warm, and soft, and smelling divine.

  "That's much less scary than being all alone up there!" she murmured as she huddled up against me, spooning against me and shoving her delectable rear into my lap, which wasn't a good idea; I'd had the makings of a respectable erection from the moment she'd first slipped into my room, and now, with all the added stimulation, I rose fully to the occasion. Shari seemed not to notice, but then she began pushing herself against me, slowly at first, and at first I thought it was just her getting comfortable in her half awake state, but then things changed -- radically.

  I was just getting used to the feel of her peach arse jammed against my solid cock when she turned around and pulled herself against me, her arm around my waist and her lips an eyelash away from mine.

  "That's better, Bobby, don't you think this is more comfortable?" she murmured, her mons pressed right up against my erection. I didn't trust myself to speak, as I was still trying to make sense of what she was doing; she must have been able to feel me in my current state, Christ, it was nearly poking me in the chin, but all she did was wiggle slightly against me, a soft groan escaping from me as she did that.

  "Bobby, relax, you're all knotted up, and so tense...!" as she said that, her hand slid down and brushed against me, making me groan again. I still wasn't sure what she was doing, but whatever it was, it was basting me slowly but surely in my own juices. I was in a haze of arousal tinged with guilt, and then I felt her hand on me again, her fingers curling around me as she held me through the material of my shorts.

  "You really are so tense, Bobby, you need some help here..." she murmured, her hand squeezing rhythmically as she breathed softly against my lips, her breath sweet and fresh, and then her tongue flicked out to lightly lick my lips, one quick flick followed by a small peck of a kiss full on my lips. My mouth sagged open as I realised she was trying to seduce me, and if the state of my cock was anything to go by, she was succeeding! My hand slipped around her wai
st of its own volition, then slid down to cup her tight little bottom, squeezing gently as I explored the tight, firm little bum I'd admired just a couple of days ago. It felt like she'd been teasing and taunting me forever, could I really only have met her three days ago? I pulled her closer, her lips now almost against mine, and Shari smiled, and took that last step, pressing her lips against mine as her tongue insinuated itself between my lips to rub lightly against my own. I was astounded; this was my first real kiss, and it felt amazing, wonderful, incredible, like nothing I could ever have imagined or dreamed of, and I pressed forward, wanting to keep doing this with this lovely girl. No more feelings of guilt troubled me; I was in bed with a gorgeous girl, who apparently wanted me, all I wanted to do was whatever she wanted to do, anything to relieve the ache in my solidly erect cock.

  Shari broke our kiss, to kiss my neck, my throat, the hollow of my neck, while I slid my hand up the back of her tee-shirt to feel the warmth of her silky back, then back down to cup and squeeze her marvellous little buttocks again. Shari tugged at my own tee-shirt, and I realised she wanted me to take it off, so I did, and she immediately attacked my chest, kissing me in a line from the hollow of my throat to my navel and back up again, before once more kissing my lips. I tugged in turn at her Tee-shirt, and I could feel her smile against my lips as she leaned away from me.

  "You're learning, baby!" she smiled, whipping her top off and giving me my first view of her small, beautiful breasts, round and firm, topped by delicate brown nipples at least half an inch long and looking deliciously tempting. I don't know how long I stared at those beauties, undecided as to what to do, so Shari made my mind up for me.

  "Suck them Bobby, lick and bite them, I like that, do it for me Bobby!" she smiled, shaking her shoulders, making her delectable nipples dance in front of me. I reached for her and she pushed her breasts into my outstretched hands, her nipples hard and rubbery against my palms. As I rubbed those firm, rubbery little points she sighed in pleasure, arching her back to push them even more into my hands. Instinct took over, and I began to squeeze and lightly pinch those solid peaks, making her sigh and wriggle even more.

  "Bite them, Bobby, suck them, please!" she begged, and I obliged, leaning down to take one in my mouth, enjoying the feel of the hard rubbery nub against my tongue. I rasped it with my tongue and felt Shari shudder, gasping as she did so, so I did it again, harder, feeling an even bigger shudder, and a muted " Ooohh!" from her, so obviously she was enjoying what I was doing to her. I took the other nipple in my mouth, did the same thing, and the same response from her, but I really rang the bell when I sucked hard on the nipple, as she'd asked.

  "Ooohh God, yes, like that, Bobby, keep doing that, oh it feels....!" she groaned, arching her back to push her nipple even harder into my mouth.

  I was in heaven; I'd never seriously expected to ever be in this situation; I'd resigned myself to the fact that girls probably weren't going to view a minimum-wage street-sweeper as boyfriend material, so a sex-life comprised of my right hand was what was in store for me, and the girls and situations in the girlie mags were only ever going to be wank-fantasy material, and to now find myself in bed, mostly naked, with an exotically beautiful girl who acted like she wanted me, well, it didn't get any better than that...

  And then it did. Shari pulled away from me, smiling at my confused look to lie down and hook her thumbs in the waistband of those tight little shorts, and in one swift glide slid them off and dropped them on the floor, giving me my first view of her smooth pubic area, her labia puffy and pink, the tip of her clitoris just beginning to peek through from under its hood, and the clean, fresh, sweet smell of her arousal all reached down inside me and clicked my limbic system into high-gear, making me want her more with every passing second. My cock was like stone, painfully erect, something she noticed right away.

  "Take your shorts off, Bobby, I want to see this!" she murmured, and I was so in thrall to her I obeyed, even though I'd never been naked in front of anyone before in my entire life. I knelt up on the bed and fumbled with my shorts, suddenly modest, but Shari solved that by just pulling them down, her eyes widening as my cock swung free, only about seven inches and quite thick, but nothing like the columns of man-beef I had seen in porn mags. Shari, however, seemed more than satisfied with it, to judge by her sparkly-eyed comment.

  "Oh Bobby, that's beautiful, I can't wait...!"

  With that, she bore me over backwards, her lips glued to mine as her hand squeezed and fondled me, until she settle into a gently rhythmic pumping motion, lightly stroking me as she kissed me. When she thought I'd had enough, and had fired me up enough, she threw her leg over me to straddle me.

  "We'll go this way Bobby, better for you, for your first time!" she smiled as she leaned down to lightly kiss me, just a brush of her lips against mine, while my eyes widened as I realised she was talking about having sex with me. At first I was almost paralyzed with apprehension; what did I do, how did I do it, supposing I got it wrong, supposing it hurt me, or hurt her, all these thoughts scurried through my mind, and I could feel the panic building, my chest tightening as my breath came in short gasps. Shari obviously picked this up, and leaned down once again to look me in the eyes, her own eyes huge and luminous.

  "Hey Bobby, it's OK sweetie, don't worry about, just relax baby, you'll like it, I promise, there's nothing to worry about baby, just trust me!"

  So saying, she kissed me again, a longer, more satisfying kiss, and once again, more or less under their own volition, my hands clasped and held her firm, bouncy little buttocks, each one a marvel and a joy to hold as she kissed me so wonderfully. As we kissed, I felt her hand on me, holding me, and then the sensation of wet warmth against the head of my cock, more heat, and then the sudden clasping tightness as she took me into herself. The feeling was so incredible, so outside of anything I'd ever experienced, or imagined, or even thought possible, that I groaned out loud in my extreme pleasure.

  "Ooohh God, that's so good!" muttered Shari, raising herself up to slide all the way down on me, her breath hissing as she worked herself up and down on me. I was so mind-blown that it took me a few seconds for it to sink in; I wasn't a virgin anymore! So this was what it felt like, it was just so...so...incredible! Now I felt what Shari was doing, and that too was a revelation. Her hands were resting on my chest, and she was slowly pumping herself up and down on me as she swivelled her hips, like a rodeo rider, the combined motions alternately squeezing and caressing me, and I felt myself begun to come to the boil. Shari must have felt it too, because she leaned back and nipped the base of my cock with her fingernails, the sensation immediately backing me down.

  I slid my hands down and along her long, smooth, satiny thighs, engaging myself in the feel of her, her warmth, the sensations she was giving me, and when I reached up to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples, she placed her hands over mine, pushing them against her breasts as she swivelled and gyrated above me. I rubbed and squeezed her breasts even more, as she obviously liked it, and I was rewarded with her speeding up her movements and squeezing my cock with her inner muscles.

  I couldn't hold back much longer; we'd probably only been doing this for a couple of minutes, but it felt like a whole lifetime had passed, and all that existed for me was this beautiful girl and what she was doing with me. As I watched her, I could see a flush spreading down her neck and slim throat, to blush her chest and shoulders, and her movements became firmer, faster, more sure; she was building toward something, and so was I; that gathering feeling in the place behind the base of my cock was telling me that I was near, and I began moving with her, pushing up against her as she ground against me, instinct finally taking me in hand and showing me what to do.

  "Yesss, ooohhh yesss, yess, like that baby, yesss, yesss, YESSS!" she screamed, her pussy clamping tightly around me as she orgasmed. This was too much for me, and I came explosively, spunk bursting out of me in hot jets deep inside her, pulse after pulse, as Shari shook and trembled above me, her
hands clamped onto mine as I grasped her breasts tightly, still rubbing my palms against her stiff nipples.

  At last she stopped shuddering, slumping down on me, our mixed heartbeats thundering together at the force and depth of the orgasm we'd just shared. Eventually Shari recovered enough to lean up and kiss me softly, gently, sweetly.

  "You're mine now, Bobby Davies!" she grinned, "If you think I'm letting you go after that you're sadly mistaken! You were wonderful, baby, thank you!"

  I kissed her back, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly against me.

  "Thank you, Shari!" I grinned, "thank you for showing me, and for being so wonderful, I'm not letting you go either, you're mine now, too!"

  Shari twinkled at me, and kissed me again on the lips, then once on the end of my nose.

  "Well, now that's finally settled, tomorrow we need to either get a bigger bed in here, or move rooms!"

  I woke in daylight, and immediately panicked; I was supposed to be at work! Then a soft sigh made me stiffen, and memory flooded back as a warm, soft hand slipped around my waist. I turned around gently to see Shari asleep next to me, her face calm and relaxed, and utterly, stunningly beautiful; with her dark Titian hair spread in a mass of tumbled waves against the crisp white of the pillowcase, and her long, sooty eyelashes contrasting against the creamy whiteness of her cheek, she looked like a painting by one of the pre-Raphaelite masters, serene, beautiful, almost ethereal in her repose. I wondered that someone as special, as lovely, as truly wonderful as she was could feel anything for someone like me, especially after such a short time, but she seemed sure in what she wanted, and, much to my eternal astonishment, that was me.