The pacing really helps honestly.
It biulds the tension, and I am alternatly excited, and afraid, but more than anything else it comes off as true in a way that most stories marked as "true" don't even get near.
Keep it up.:excited:

 

This is such a good story and seems so very authentic. I should LOVE to read more of it. Keep it going and tell us what happened next. You've got me going.

 

Please don't hurry it-

I always hate reading "The End" when the story is really good. War and Peace length sounds just about right to me. For Part 1.

 

excellent start Bella, the pacing is just right. Well done.

 

Mooooooar D:

 

<laugh>

Added to my list of threads to keep track of...

Wayne...

 

This is quite the interesting read. I look forward to the next part!

 

so when to expect the next installment? this is quite a good and interesting read well done

 

i like this too baby

 

this is a great story babe, keep it comming and ill be cumming mmmmm

 

Part 4.

Our late night meetings were totally different to our after-school wrestling fun. Ben would have to wait until everyone was asleep, of course, before sneaking downstairs to my bedroom. Luckily, having to leave the house really early in the mornings, Dad didn't often stay up late and Mum always went to bed relatively early. Ben would usually have to wake me up, though sometimes I'd stay awake and wait for him. He couldn't wrestle me at night, obviously, because we couldn't risk making too much noise, and we always kept the light off, though my room was fairly well lit anyway, due to a street lamp just outside. So mostly we talked and messed about and made up stories and kissed.


The kissing was weird, because we always kissed under the pretence that we were just practicing for when we had proper boyfriends and girlfriends. Even though I was kissing my own brother, it wasn't like he was my actual boyfriend - that would have been weird. Of course, Ben might have looked at it differently and maybe he did. Both being inexperienced in such things, our early efforts at kissing were pretty poor, but we basically copied what they did in the movies and we gradually got the hang of it. We started kissing more frequently and for longer. We'd be sitting on my bed, talking about school or TV or something, and then he'd just say "do you want to kiss now?" and we would. As with the wrestling, he slowly got bolder and more confident and it wasn't long before he stopped asking and just did it. Of course, I never objected because I loved it as much as he did, although I don't think I ever initiated it. Again, it may have been my submissive nature and my need for the guy to take control, but maybe it was just that I was a shy, quiet girl, or maybe I subconsciously accepted it as part of the 'game' we were playing. Anyway, in the early days our kissing was strictly PG rated, but it became more passionate as time went on and, as Ben's tongue explored my mouth, his hands started exploring my young body, groping my baby tits and having a good feel of my bottom. I wore panties to bed in those days, either with a t-shirt or a nighty, and Ben started slipping his hands down the back of them. As always, it was a gradual thing and it excited me, not knowing how far Ben would push things each time.


Despite all the time we were spending together, we never really talked about what was happening between us. I think we were scared of breaking the spell, and ruining everything. We had our fun and then acted like nothing had happened. I thought about it a lot, of course, but I couldn't tell anyone or talk to anyone about it - not even Ben. I think we both knew that what we were doing was wrong, but we were both having fun and, as long as no-one found out, it was fine. What could possibly go wrong?


Our fun was mostly restricted to weekdays. At weekends, there were just too many people running in and out of the house, so there was no chance for privacy. Not just my brothers, but their friends too. And our parents, of course. It was chaotic. We could hang out in my room, but the chances of George or someone bursting in unexpectedly was just too risky, so our naughty wrestling fun was out of the question.


When I wasn't doing stuff with Ben, I spent most of my time with George, my younger brother, just messing about, doing kid stuff. Martin (my twin) and I saw a lot of eachother at school, but we kept pretty much to ourselves, even though we had quite a few classes together. He had his friends and I had mine. Danny, my oldest brother, didn't seem interested in hanging out at all any more. I think he considered himself too mature to be hanging out with a dumb kid like me. Then again, he didn't really interact with any of the family back then. He was going through his mean and moody phase and preferred to be out with his Heavy Metal friends.


As I've said, I was a virtual prisoner and only allowed out when accompanied by a member of the family, even at weekends. Ben and I would sometimes catch the bus into town and just hang out together, looking around the shops. Sometimes we'd go see a movie in the afternoon. Or I'd go to the park with George and his friends and watch them play football, taking the dog for a walk at the same time. George liked having his big sister around, and I think his friends liked it too. Even back then I was aware that some of his friends had little crushes on me, which I thought was sweet. Sometimes I'd go to the cinema with George and his friends too. I saw a lot of bad movies back then, but I enjoyed it anyway.


So me and Ben carried on with our fun during the week. I don't think I ever thought about or anticipated what was coming next. It was enough for me to think about what had already happened between us, which I often did when I was alone. I knew that Ben was taking things a little further each time, but I accepted my role as his passive plaything and knew that he made all the rules and set the pace. Of course, it both excited and scared me each time he pinned me down, wondering what he would do to me next, knowing he could do anything he wanted. He'd already gone so far and done so much, but I knew there was more to come. I was fairly naive back then, but I was a young teenage girl and I knew it wouldn't be long before he found his way between my legs, and discovered my 'foo-foo' (well, that's what my Mum called it when we discussed such things). I was right, of course - it was just a matter of time.

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Thanks for everyone’s support and encouragement, and sorry if that was a bit dull but things will improve soon. I know where this goes, so trust me. Anyway, keep the comments coming and I’ll have Part 5 up pretty soon.

 

I don't find it boring at all, and to be honest if you hadn't given that back ground the story wouldn't have the same emotional impact.

 

If an author can pull me in and make me not want to put the literature down, then that author is amazing...you are def becoming one of those authors. I can't wait for the next part!

 

Very good series so far. I am liking the back ground as it makes it all more personal and more exciting.

 

Bella,

Love your story, please tell more.
I really want to know the little details of how you felt and what you thought.
That is where your words have their 'magic' effect, making your story shine.

horny?

 

Loving this new story!! Keep it coming.

 

Great memories and VERY MUCH a turn-on. Can't wait for the next part.

 

Incestuous thoughts

Hi Bella, this is a great story. As you read it you feel as though you are part of it. Well done. xxx

 

10 out of 10 for me..
Awesome..
more..

 

Very good story. I can't wait to read more.