Fan note – When I read your latest story, it reminded myself of mine. Although vastly different from yours(?), I think it might also be considered an ‘alternate’ scenario? For clarification, I am a male.
This happened way back but a recent (condolence) meeting brought the three of us together again, and that situation couldn’t get anymore awkward. While most of us (guys) would see it as a ‘fortunate’ event, I was still consumed by the ick and twistedness of it even after many years had passed, all because it has somehow shaped my current ‘personality’.
For context, I was about 12 then, going into secondary school. I could remember my exact age it happened because I had to move accommodations to my uncle’s house which was closer. His family had 2 daughters (14 & 15) studying in that same school, and a spare bedroom. I was the second (of three) child in my family so it was kind of a relief for my parents.
His 2 daughters were typical ‘lians’, likely due to how little my aunty and uncle was home. Skirts a little too short, elastic bands at the hems of their blouse, and piercings that had to be hidden from all adults. As a new member to their household, they kept their distance at the beginning. Since I was in lower secondary, the workload and subjects were fairly few compared to the stuff they were going through. So I was mostly home, and was taught to clean and upkeep the household to show my gratitude for their kindness.
I was doing the same thing in my own home anyway. Sweeping, mopping, wiping – and doing laundry. I was no stranger to panties and bras, though I usually just leave them in a clean laundry basket for my mom to pack it herself. But at 13, I was obviously stunned by how tiny and.. colourful.. teenage panties could get. Although none of it was lace or see-through, most of them were thongs.
How could I not be ‘distracted’? Right?
Anyway, I did their laundry as I’ve always done it and kept my thoughts to myself. Another small but important fact, their parents both had to work. Dad in some kind of engineering job, and mom as a hawker stall assistant. So none of them would be home between 10am to 6pm. Anyway, I kept my distance from the sisters, and they had little or nothing to say to me – until that day.
One fine day, on a weekend, we happened to be in the living room together watching whatever was on the TV when Natalie, the older of them, asked me if I ever felt weird doing their laundry. And I explained that it was normal. Emily, the younger of them, then asked, if I had ever seen a woman’s part upclose, to which I replied, ‘only on the internet’.
I couldn’t remember how that conversation went but someone asked if they could see mine and she would show me hers in exchange. To my youngers self then, ‘just see see’ was as harmless as it sounded. I stood in front of them between the coffee table and sofa, and slowly pulled my shorts down (I didn’t wear an underwear because I was home).
They looked, and held it. One of them took a whiff, and got her head nudged onto my dick. Then, it got bigger, and bigger, until it was fully erect. ‘Wow.. ‘, was that one word I remembered. ‘Have you shoot before?’, someone asked. I nodded. ‘How?’, and I replied, ‘I moved my hand up and down.’
‘Like this?’, as the hand moved, my knees almost gave way. I had never imagined it to feel so much better for someone else to do it, and my face turned so red they kept commenting on it. Being my first ‘experience’ with someone else’s hand, I tapped out within 2 minutes. I remembered how it happened too. I was about to cover the tip of my dick when they used one hand each to hold my hands down, and continued to jerk me until cum squirted far out onto their legs.
Instead of being shocked, their eyes were locked onto my face as one of their hands kept going, until I begged them to stop. Embarrassed and lost, they kept me seated on the coffee table while they wiped the cum off themselves.
‘Who’s pussy do you want to see?’, I kept quiet to that question. ‘You! You show him yours’, Nat shoulder bumped Emily and they had a little girl-fight to get her shorts off. Once her bottom was freed, she raised her feet onto the sofa and opened her legs. Needless to say, my eyes were glued. Skinny thighs, almost skin-coloured pussy. It wasn’t only after I got older did I know that that was how a 15 year old pussy should look like – untouched.
Natalie then got up and moved me to sit between them. Reaching across my legs, she then grabbed one of my hand and dragged it to her sister’s groin, isolating my middle finger and shoved me into her sister’s hands. ‘You guide him la!’, she chided at Emily. Emily then brought that finger up her slit, and stopped at the top before I reached her belly.
‘Rub here’, she pushed my fingertip into the slit and I felt that little nub. Her face too, was flushing like mine. As my finger went on autopilot, my eyes remained on her shut-eyes-face. She was panting deeper, and her thighs were shivering harder. One of her hands were on my forearm, and her other was on my wrist, resisting slightly in case I hurt her.
Natalie was not sitting idle either. She reached over my leg and grabbed my dick once again, which had gotten hard due to the ongoing situation. It was that exact moment, the loop was finally closed. Something came over me then to brazenly place my free hand over her legs, parting them slowly until her feet was on the couch as well. I then found my way into those loose shorts of hers and did the same as my other hand.
The three of us just sat in that position, jerking and rubbing each other off. The girls took turns with me as my refectory period took more time, but none of us really paused. We came one by one, and by the end of a 30-minute long cartoon, we were exhausted. No one said anything but the two sisters went to take a shower immediately, leaving me to sit alone half-naked, brain overwhelmed by ‘bliss’.
After them, I went and got myself cleaned up. Back in the living room, they told me not to tell anyone about this, because I was not supposed to know this at my age. I said ok.
From the next day onwards, they were home earlier than usual, to do that ‘fun’ thing with me before the adults came home. And I indulged myself immensely in it too, without any deeper thoughts. Soon, our ‘daytime’ activity crossed the line into the nights, when one or both their parents would be home. At first, it was just casual teasing, poking and rubbing over my shorts whenever they had the chance. Then, it escalated to those times when we would be seated side by side, although I was mainly the one doing the work because of how ‘messy’ my cum could get if they reciprocated.
About a year passed after it began, and Emily, the younger of them, came into my room one afternoon. ‘Go lie on the bed’, she commanded, and I obeyed. There was something about her that day, which felt more like frustration or anger, than the usual playful mood. Without any warning, she yanked my shorts off and took hers off as well. Then, she climbed over my belly and slid herself back, until our genitals touched.
‘Don’t say anything’, she quipped. Her wet and warm orifice then slipped over mine and my mind went blank immediately. I was so overwhelmed by how hot and slippery and erotic that I lost control of my body. My hands just clenched the sheets at my sides while she bounced her hips up and down, groaning and moaning into the wall behind me.
It was my first time, and it lasted minutes. Within a few strokes of that powerful hips, I was trembling like a fish while cum erupted into her pussy, and she just kept going. My head was twisting left and right from the agony but she just kept going. The cramps in my thighs, the ache in my abdomen, the coat of perspiration on my forearm, and the beads of sweat appearing on my face, all did nothing to slow her down.
She, just kept riding. After another load of cum fired into her pussy, she then slowly pushed herself upright, and kind of stopped moving. It was just her fingers on her clit now, rubbing left and right, as her moans softened into purrs. By then, my dick had shrunk out of her, but I managed to get a few of those initial squeezes in her pussy.
At last, Emily came, and she collapsed on my chest.
‘What happened to you?, I asked in a worried voice.
‘I let a guy finger me, and he kept doing it even though I said it hurt’, she sighed.
It was then I realised, that there were other guys out there – who didn’t care. We went on to do our own things that day, and it wasn’t long before Natalie found out about what we did. Being older, and having dated before, she knew more – about positions.
The two sisters then rotated between themselves, letting themselves into my room at around 3-4pm every afternoon, to release their stress, and mine. It would go on until I was 16 (and them 19-20) when I dated my first girlfriend, whom was clueless about ‘adult subjects’. My sisters being official teenagers then, had began to dress even more daringly, with those tiny tops and shorts. I had tried to decrease the number of times we’d do ‘it’, but they always had their ways with me. Be it random blowjobs, or completely one-side cowgirl rides, I was being treated more like a dildo then.
After I finished my final year of secondary school, I moved back to my parents’ place. And everything went back to normal. We met each other a few more times during Chinese New Year, but after a few more years, work and scheduling took CNY from us.
I eventually married my first girlfriend, and she is still in the dark about that part of my childhood. How did the sisters ‘ruined’ me you asked? Well, the sofa became my favourite spot to fuck on, and even more thankfully, my wife was into making amateur videos, right on said sofa, making some clips an exact re-enactment of my best childhood memories.