This is just a quick little story for my own masturbatory purposes. Much of it is biographical. I hope some of you enjoy it also.


Lesson One: My Sister’s Private Instruction

Dierdre my sister is two years older than me. Well, she’s actually one year and seven months older; but, she was two years ahead of me in school and until we became adults that was a big deal indeed. Ours was a strict Irish, Catholic household. Dierdre suffered most from this; since she was female da thought that she would be spreading her legs from Willard Street to St Jerome’s school if she was given half a chance. So, he didn’t give her a hair’s breadth of a chance.

Dierdre was given no latitude whatsoever. She was to be home ten minutes after school let out and to leave the house ten minutes before school began. She was not allowed to stay at school for the lunch break. And, she was restricted from participating in any after school activities. Her attire was inspected with military exactitude. When she knelt down any skirt must be touching the floor. No buttons were ever to be left unfastened. The ground rules went on and on.

Mammy was a tad more lenient than da. But, she was apt to feel da’s belt herself if she did not play the sergeant major’s role when the commanding officer was away.

Dierdre was, still is, a red-haired beauty with a faint dusting of freckles. She has greeny-blue eyes and the body of a goddess. Her tits are still small but firm with pale puffy nipples which are quick to harden into erotic looking gum drops. I swear to god she could crack walnuts with her ass cheeks when we were in our teens; her butt was that tight and solid. I’m getting ahead of myself and making myself horny as shit in the process. I’ll give Dierdre a call after I write this. I meant to tell you how I became so familiar with my sister’s young body. I’ll get back on track, now.

All of this parental control posed a small but manageable problem for her when she was in elementary school. But, when she began to attend Blessed Trinity secondary the resentment and anger raged within her. “It’s because he’s a fucking sex pervert that he thinks all boys are the same. He thinks I’m a trollop as well. It’s all because he’s a sex maniac himself. Have you ever seen him leering at women in the mall or in the street? He’s always got a fucking hard on at the beach. He is a pig... I’m gonna fuck the first boy I get my hands on Christopher. You just see if I don’t. Shit, I’ll fuck a car full of boys and let them all watch me do the rest of others, fuck ‘em and suck them off one after the other. All at once if they want it. I’m gonna paint free sex, free fuck, free blow job signs and hang them on my locker.”

You may be shocked that a girl as sheltered as her would have a mouth so fowl. Yet, that was Dierdre. She studied filthy language and any book, or conversation that involved sex that chanced her way. She was determined not to miss out, and in so doing surpassed any other girl I ever met for filthy language and sexual knowledge. Leonard Mc Grady our next door neighbour, who was my age, used to visit me and bring his dad’s black and white Scandinavian, porn magazines, tucked under his shirt.

Dierdre found out about them and joined us as we poured over the material. I wanted to see the cunts and tits. Leonard wanted to excite Dierdre. Dierdre wanted to memorize and study each couple’s positions and learn how the women posed and teased the camera. Once she entered Blessed Trinity, a pack of horny boys would loiter in front of our house and played all their street hockey games there. Da would often chase them away and Dierdre would gaze through her upstairs bedroom window for hours watching the love sick puppies posturing for her.

Dierdre and I both took piano and fiddle lessons. Da loved his music. The jigs, reels and airs from home brought a tear to his eye. Either that or it induced a bout of drinking, and raucous singing. We were forced to practice for hours each night and we became quite proficient musicians. At the ceilles we would switch between piano and fiddle and generally won any medals that were up for grabs. Dierdre would win gold and I would win silver. She was better with the bow than I. She could switch from a ricochet to a shuffle or from swing bowing to a double stop seamlessly. Da decided that she was going to work with me for an hour every night. “He’s to learn the bowing.” We still kept up our regular work load on both piano and fiddle. This was an extra. We were sent to the practice room in the basement which was directly under the sitting room where he watched his shows and keep an ear to our progress. “I want to hear an hour of playing. No slacking off, no tom foolery, just music.”


On our first night of practice, Dierdre was furious. She had an assignment due at school. God forbid that she should lose her ‘A’ standing. Da would have a fit. She still had to have her hour at the piano. Now she had to tutor me.

On top of all that, Dierdre had caught da at it again earlier in the evening. She had walked in on him jerking off four or five times before as well. I had caught him twice myself. It stoked and fanned her anger such that she was a pistol as we began our lesson. “He is a fucking pig. He’s a perverted prick: a fucking hypocritical bastard pig. That’s why he doesn’t trust anyone else. He thinks they’re all as sick as he is. I’ll fix him. He’ll pay for all of this.” She was so angry that tears streamed down her cheeks. “Play ‘The Girl I Left Behind Me’,” she instructed. It was a simple tune. Every fiddler plays it as part of their initial repertoire. “Now forget about the notes, you can play that in your sleep. Concentrate on improvising grace notes, ornaments, triplets.” She called out all the embellishments and I ripped through variation after variation.

Dierdre rattled off comments and bowing suggestions as she paced about the room. Then, she stopped: a gleam came to her eyes, accompanied by a wicked smile. “Keep playing. Keep the tempo going.” She bent her head into my chest and began unzipping my fly. “Concentrate on the rhythm.” She yelled looking up through the ceiling. She whispered to me. “Do want him down here, with his stupid looking bulging eyes?” I shook my head and kept playing, unsteadily to be sure but playing at least.

“Wow. It’s bigger than I remember it.” I was in grade eight at this juncture and was beginning to grow hair around my cock. I had just had my first orgasm a few months prior to this incident; typically I was now jerking off into my undies or my bed sheets at least seven times a day. I couldn’t leave it alone. I had resolved that I was going to hell since I was unable to abstain.
“Try swinging that bow from string to string, while you hold down a double stop position.” She screamed out the instruction and simultaneously pulled down both my pants and my undies.

“Oh Christopher, it’s my first stiff cock. If I had any idea that it had gotten this big. I’d have been in your room ages ago.” She stroked it lovingly and studied it minutely as she did everything that interested her. I had to keep playing as Dierdre squeezed the head to open and examine my piss hole. She blew into it and giggled. Then, she pulled the foreskin back as far as she could. Next, she fondled my nuts and moaned out in pleasure. “Can you? Does it? Are you able to shoot cum yet?”

I nodded as I played. “Oh Christopher. I love it. Oh thank you God.. thank you.” She kissed the end of my knob. “I’m gonna suck your cock. I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna finger your bum. I’m gonna try every sex idea that I’ve ever had... Try them all out on you Chris. Do you jerk off a lot? How many times a day. Have you tasted it? I masturbate all the time and I lick my fingers afterwards. I love cumming Chris. I’ll show you. I’ll show you everything... my tits... my ass... my cunt....everything. We try anything you want to try. Don’t you see? We will be each other’s practice pieces. This is the best, best day.... ever. Oh Chris.”

“Keep that tempo steady, bounce the bow more.” She yelled then lay back on the floor in front of me. She still wore her school kilt. She inched it up to her waist, placed her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slid them off. Giving me a couple of peek-a-boos before she revealed her slit. She splayed her legs for me and her auburn haired cunt gaped open for my viewing. She took the first two fingers of her left hand and spread her cunt lips wide apart. “Keep playing.” She whispered. “This is my clit, see. I play with this to cum. I go like this with my index finger, then, after I get horny enough, I take my other hand and fuck myself while I’m doing it. Just like this. “Keep playing and listen for da’s footsteps and I’ll let you watch me cum. Watch... watch... watch me pump... my hips do it all by themselves...I love it... watch... Oh I’m getting so horny looking at your stiff cock and having you watch me. Look at my fingers in my cunt Chris. I’m gonna fucking cum... watch me... stare at it...watch me cum... keep playing...listen for his footsteps... oh...oh...oh...oh fuck. She came with the flutter of an angel’s wings.

After a few minutes she stood up and wiggled out of her skirt. She took the fiddle away from me and she started to play. She spread her legs. “Lay on your back Christopher here between my legs, and look up at my cunt. I want to watch you jerk off. I want to see your cum shoot all over. Show me... show me.” She played as I wanked on my cock looking up at her spectacular cunt.

“Oh yes Christopher, look at me while you do it...Show me what you do... that’s great... oh fuck... I wanna cum again... oh pull faster.... harder... stroke it Chris... God that is so exciting... “

She played while I yanked on my young prick till it shot like an exploding tube of toothpaste over my hand, over my shirt, some spots arched up to my chest and over her foot. “Oh Christopher. We will never leave each other’s cock and cunt alone now.” She stopped playing and reached a finger down to wipe up a gob of my cum off my belly. She was correct about that last statement.

Then, she shouted through the ceiling. “End of lesson one.”

 

great, lets teach da a lesson ;-)
love to read more...

 

Fantastic! Great story and great telling. I loved the way you discribed her and the situations to me. This story (if it was just a story) was very well done. I do want to hear more.

 

Thanks stubje. She did teach da a lesson. Teaching da a lesson became a way of life for Dierdre

 

Thanks ELP. There are lifetime of stories to go with this one, but I saw this as a stand alone short story. Thanks again

 

(^_^)

My little fella and enjoyed it,thank you. MORE?

 

LOVED it hope you keep going with this. Was sorry to see it end.

 

Let's face it, 99.98% of everything posted here in the story area is just garbage. Your story really stood out. You really brought your sister to life in this story... her looks, her anger, her exuberance at seeing your cock. The way she masturbates and how she does it. You capture it all so well and make it seem real. I really hope you stay on this story in the same manner you started it. I can't say enough good things. I want to read about sex with her and how it felt and tasted and smelled... and what happened under dad's roof and dad's nose.

Great job!

 

Thank you so much for that. I had intended to put a story of Dierdre and my self on the forum as a "one of " entry. A quick masturbatory tale. I will definitely have to rethink that in light of your request. I have received requests from others as well. I promise you that I will rethink my original plan.

Thanks again
Stroker

 

great

 

Wow, sounds like a dream come true. If you do decide to write again, I will eagerly read. I enjoyed this immensely, thankyou for sharing.

 

I couldn't even bring myself to continue masturbating to this story it was so good. I was too drawn in to realize I even had my cock in-hand and waiting. I'd love to see the next installment.

 

It's not really my sort of subject, but nevertheless, I liked that!
Thanks Stroker

 

Thanks zoroforum, glad you liked it.
Stroker

 

Thanks jackDI. I am toying with adding to this thread. I've had a couple of people interested.
Stroker

 

Well, sporadicmix. That is quite a compliment and I know the feeling. Reading something to get off then getting involved in the goddam story.
Stroker

 

Thanks Janey. Nice to hear from you. I've been enjoying your stories as well.
Stroker

 

This was well-written and nicely paced until the end. I would have slowed down the last scene and enjoyed it more. I know you say this is a stand-alone piece, but I would love to read more chapters.

 

Hi ejls. I know what you mean. I was getting quite aroused by the end of the narrative and pushed it off the cliff. It was intended as a "one of" but I have received a number of requests to keep it rolling. I probably will.
Thanks for your comments
Stroker

 

Very well done. Hope you get back to it.