Girl With A Secret - Sex Stories

Girl With A Secret

... to answer, but I'd been the idiot who suggested the game. "I.....haven't put out for him....or anyone yet." I said in a small voice. "Oh." He looked stunned by the admission. "I mean, you were with Nicholas, and before him, Stephen, and before that, Bryan so I kind of assumed...sorry." "Why are you sorry?" I asked. "Well you seemed kind of embarrassed to admit it. Should have taken the dare, I was gonna have you swig from Dad's Jack Daniels bottle." "Believe me, Stuart, there's time I want to slug back Jack when it comes to sex." "Why would you want to when it comes to...holy shit! You're not telling me you're a dyke??" I could only laugh at that. He looked half horrified, half excited at the thought. "No, not a dyke, and if you heard that story about me and Jenna it was only to win the twenty bucks." "So...then why does sex give you so much trouble, sis? I doubt it's lack of interest from the guys. Sister or not, my eyesight is fine, and you're pretty cute." I sighed. "I wish we'd never started this stupid game. I wish the power was back on." He surprised me by reaching out and taking my hand. "Sis, it's cool, you don't want to talk about it, forget it then. You do know, however, that you can tell me anything. You know I won't squeal to Mom or Dad." "You really want to know why I haven't give it up? Really, honestly and truly want to know?" He nodded. "Yeah, if you want to tell me. Only if you want to tell me." "It's because.......I can't get the right guy." There, I'd said ...

... it. He chuckled. "Well, so you're waiting, not that big of a deal, actually kind of admirable in this day and age. That's something to be proud of, you know." I shook my head. "You got it wrong. I know who he is, I just can't." "What? If he's got a girlfriend, wait her out, or heck, go beat her up, you're tough." He said that last smiling, but I wasn't smiling back. I know I wanted to be honest, but I couldn't be! I started to cry and ran into the house and upstairs to my room where I flung myself on the bed in tears. A few moments later he knocked gently on my door. "Darcy? You okay? I'm sorry for whatever I said that upset you so. You know I wouldn't be mean like that on purpose." No. He wouldn't be. That was part of the problem. He was a pretty damn good brother. "Darcy? C'mon, talk to me. I'm sorry, whatever I said, I apologize for it." I rolled over on my bed to face him. "It's nothing you said, it's nothing you've done, it's what you can't say or do that's making me feel this way." "Sorry, sis, I'm confused here. Whatever it takes to make you feel better, I'd do it, you know that." He was so genuinely concerned it was tearing me to pieces. I looked up at him, tears cascading down my face like a waterfall. "I haven't been with a guy yet, because the very best man I know, the one I'd want to give myself to, I can't have because he's standing too damn close to me." I blurted out. "Huh? Is the guy one of your guy friends? Or is he-" "He's you, Stuart, he's you. The perfect ...