The Secret - Sex Stories

The Secret

Linda lay in her bed, trying to fantasize about a man whom she had run into the other day. She immediately came to an orgasm. Then she started masturbating. This she did until she was satisfied to the extent that she didn't need to spoil herself until after dinner with the thought of him being a catch for her. It was not until recently that she had discovered her cunt be expanded for good, as it seemed; she didn't realize until a few weeks ago that she was virtually always horny. Thereby, it seemed, she didn't have to tell her mother or siblings or so about it. They might become stuck up or something. But, looking at her s****r - and perhaps even her mother - she figured they were virtually always that too! This she came for, while making her bed after the masturbation. “Why is it such a big deal?!” she asked at the dinner table, “that we sadistically don't feel like telling everyone about horniness, when there's such a nuisance about it when one does confess to it!?” “Oh! I feel,” her mother responded, “that they always gain the upper hand on us as soon as we seem to fake it that we are ignorant of sex, but still gain the upper hand on the ignorance itself. But still at the same time they fake it that we are bitches to the extent we keep it a secret!” “Oh, my, then,” Linda's older s****r said and pointed at Linda (a bit subtly) with her little finger “Then why should she and I have to be faking it for all time and eternity, as it seems?!” “That's because the men are all ...

... that bad for us, Sheila!” “Oh, it is!?” Sheila responded, and then looked at Linda and their b*****r Carl. Both of them were silent for the few seconds it took for her to do so, but then Carl spoke up: Yes, it is! But I will protect you from not knowing what masculinity is about in that context!” Linda sniffed at him. “I don't believe that your opinion about what men are is a heavy enough issue for men in general for that to protect us!” Carl looked at her. Then he said in a very low tone of voice: “I feel there's something to say about them just the same! And if the f****y I have don't agree with men, then I resent that! But I can't take it back that I will be here for you to find them out with, at least sort of!” Linda's younger s****r Cecilia said: “I don't find the men around me to be any more interesting than you, Carl!” He looked at her. “Well let's go and have sex then!” he replied. “Now?” she asked, this time without feeling indignant about him, since she had realized he was not the guy to be hornier than she herself was. “Yes, now!” he said, almost too enthusiastically for her to continue feeling that way. Their mother looked at them. “Do you know what?” she responded with a dignified air to her. “Let's all go screw each other after this supper!” “OK! Let's all do that!” Cecilia replied enthusiastically. Sheila, who had been silent for a while, now said: “I feel like being the bitch who would always cunt happily feel for the borother we have and I feel he and we should ...