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Brother and Sister Fun - Episode 15
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The Return of Pauline.
Earlier in this series, I’d mentioned the brother Tom and his sister Pauline who lived over the road from us. In the spring of 1965 I restarted this relationship with Pauline. I think this came about from the fact that Pauline who was the same age namely fourteen and a half had developed into a buxom young girl. My sister had retained a friendship with her and it was when Pauline was at our house one day when I suddenly noticed she had sprouted a nice pair of tits. My initial attention was brought about when the two girls were sitting on the sofa watching television. At that age girls weren’t too bothered about showing their knickers and Pauline was sitting with her legs open. I could see her bottle-green knickers – she went to a different school from my sister. Whether this was deliberate, I certainly took the bait and started to question my sister about Pauline.
The last time Pauline and I had fooled around had been some years before and a good time was had by both of us. My sister told me that Pauline and brother Tom didn’t play together anymore, that Pauline had a very bushy pussy, and more importantly she was keen to resume the fun and games with me. This was music to my ears and a plan was hatched to get my cock into her pussy.
An opportunity arose one evening when the house was going to be empty. It had been pre-arranged with my sister that she would absent herself when Pauline arrived. However, Pauline turned up a little early which actually worked in my favour. I suggested to her that we went upstairs to my bedroom to listen to records while my sister watched television before going out. Pauline readily agreed to this and we wasted no time getting up there. Once in my bedroom the lights were reduced to a minimum and we were on the bed kissing with a gusto. It was really a case of picking up where Pauline and I had left off some five years earlier. She was wearing jeans and a blouse which I opened as we lay side by side. Her tits were bursting out of her bra – these were the biggest I’d seen to date, let alone handled. She kissed me harder as I wriggled my hand into her bra and played with her erect nipples. I then rolled on top of her and started to grind against her. I knew she could feel my hard cock as her legs were open and I pushed hard against her pussy. I was getting to the point where I needed to shoot my load. My hand moved down for the buttons on her jeans but I was intercepted. “Don’t you want to?” I asked to be answered with a shake of her head. “You can’t” she replied. “Why not?”, “Because you can’t”. This circular dialogue went on for some minutes before I realised that all I was getting that evening was her tits and nothing else.
After Pauline had left, my sister who was still downstairs after deciding not to go out, came up and asked about the evenings proceedings. I told her that she’d let me tit her up but nothing else. My sister smiled and walked towards me lifting her skirt and pulling her knicker down as she did so. We enjoyed a good fucking, more so since it seemed we were both frustrated for different reasons. She was aroused by the thought of me getting into the knickers of Pauline, and I because I didn’t get into Pauline’s knickers! A few days later she revealed the cause of Pauline’s reluctance. She was having her period and was too embarrassed to say so.
But it wasn’t all over yet. Several weeks later another evening opportunity came about. This time my sister did leave us alone in the house and Pauline wouldn’t go upstairs. She wanted to remain downstairs in an armchair. Since this limited my options I took umbrage and switched on the television. We both sat there in separate armchairs, I wasn’t even bothered to try my hand at her tits. Then came a glimmer of hope. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her slowly pulling the hem of her skirt upwards. She was wearing stockings and eventually the darker material of these came into view. I didn’t need any further prompting and took the bait immediately. I knelt between her knees and started to kiss her. As I did this, I ran my hand up her opened legs and on to what appeared to be a dead end. My hand couldn’t go any further as it was caught between two different types of dress materials. I then realised that the skirt she was wearing had a lining, a sort of inner skirt which was joined to the outside skirt about halfway up the length of the skirt. A swift regrouping, reverse gear, and try again. After moving past the harsh nylon and on to the smooth pastures of her inner thighs, my hand eventually made contact. She was squirming quite hard in the chair and I wormed my fingers into her pubic hairs. It was then that it dawned on me. Pauline had no knickers on!
I really couldn’t believe my luck. I started to move my hand down to finger her clit, while I ground my cock area against one of her knees. By now she was moaning and breathing quite hard as her hips ground against my finger in her very wet pussy. Then disaster. I lost my control and began to shoot me wad inside my pants. I don’t think Pauline picked up on this, but the kissing and fingering eventually petered out and stopped. At least this time she was going home frustrated rather than me. The fact that she had walked across the street to my house with no knickers on demonstrated to me that this was going somewhere big, and I couldn’t wait.
At our next meeting Pauline and I were able to go up to my bedroom with little or no delay. We both knew what was on the agenda and we were not going to waste time. Once on my bed, clothing was rapidly discarded in a flurry of intense kissing and grinding against each other. After sucking on her tits and fingering her, I asked her if she was a virgin since she seemed reluctant to take that final step of taking off her knickers and me getting my cock in her pussy. “I’ve never been broken in” she said. So without further persuasion on my part she agreed that I could lick her out. She was fully developed for a fourteen year old with a copious bush and her vaginal hole felt larger than my sisters. But it was oral that undid Pauline. She couldn’t get enough of it, particularly my tongue moving in her hole. Her legs had me in a headlock that almost throttled me. She surprised me by introducing me to the world of blowjobs when she moved unprompted into a 69 position. This was something my sister had never done. Eventually we did get to a real fuck, although I never really did get my cock right in Pauline’s pussy. She only once allowed me to slide it between the lips and made me stop when she could feel it going up her hole. “I don’t want you shooting up me”. Sadly like most teenage romances it died out, which was probably just as well considering the amount of fresh spunk being squirted in the vicinity of her pussy. She was a game girl and I have very fond memories of Pauline.
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Posted on : Mar 3, 2011
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Commented on Mar 27, 2011
Wonderful, wonderful memories PB 26. Thank you for stirring mine. I'm new to this site having been introduced by a Cork man. (I'm from Belfast and I get the feeling you are from Dublin?)
I don't know how secure or private this part of the site is, so I dare not write my email here.
I'd LOVE to correspond and be brought up to date with your latest memories. Are you and your sister still an item? How did your sex life develop over the intervening 45 years? and what are you doing now to get that "tickle"?
Tim
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