A Few Firsts - Sex Stories

A Few Firsts

OK this time in my life was turbulent, as far as sexual relations developed, with here I am at the beginning of the Sexual Revolution, Vietnam Protests, Protests in general, Peace Love Dope, Flower Power, Flower c***dren, Acid Rock, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Timothy Leary, even the dawn of Gay Rights. That plus I had a head start in knowledge. I was torn between what I was taught was proper and paths others led me down. My girlfriend, which I was taught was the normal thing, I thought, where she was quite the deviant. BJs I had received from her, our developing relationship, how things like this could develop into a lasting relationship then marriage then f****y someday, what I was raised to believe. But this wasn’t the path she was on. Then what had happened on a c***dhood vacation that erupted back into my life with the discovery of the file from my father's office. Then there was my br0ther and how he had more or less repeated the same offenses with me. I was thinking he was blackmailing me, but I had to admit I wanted it to happen. Whether or not that was the truth I enjoyed being his slut; he called me that in whispers when no others could hear or were present. I dressed in the stockings and was caught by him. At that moment of discovery, a self-argument; a million thoughts ran through my head. First fear: huge fear, lots of tears, what would dad do if told of my actions? At the same moment an epiphany: was my br0ther trying to blackmail me? Hmmm, maybe this could be ...

... fun: let him, why not? I did enjoyed what we had done; I actually wanted to be with him more. Now my br0ther and I were bound to a secret. He couldn’t use this to blackmail me or he would expose himself. He still sniped at me verbally, but he was tender in his physical actions: no punches, pushes or just being mean. So as long as that was kept quiet all was cool. I was so torn with the feelings of my upbringing: this was wrong. But then I thought of my education, the class I was taking this semester. Ok hang on and try to follow along. I took a class at a community college, through a high school program that allowed HS students to take college classes. I was taking English, with Ancient History just to get some easier crap out of the way, I thought. The professor in History was great; he brought the history alive in the classroom, the class books supplemented by other research of cultures. It was nothing like High School. He talked of Crusades, Marches into War, Conquering armies marching for years to attain the King’s Quest. A Quest of years: men alone, comrades in arms, and the Comradery of the army of men on campaign. He asked: “What is Comradery, who can tell me? The class threw definitions and terms about, like handfuls of gravel. The prof waited for the class to finish: "you are all right and still wrong!" Comradery, is a life style, where the whole takes care of the whole no matter the need: food, water, wood for cooking and warmth, bathing, grooming, sew uniforms or ...