Elizabeth's story: sexual discovery with my stepbrother - Sex Stories

Elizabeth's story: sexual discovery with my stepbrother

... examine the precious ‘essence of male virility’. Its white translucent color seemed to change as I examined it. It seemed to go from thick white, to a translucent, cloudy color right before my eyes. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me or not. The entire experience seemed surreal. But my first exposure to semen remains one of my most vivid memories I have, even to today. I have been attracted to semen ever since that moment. I smelled the sticky material; it definitely had a unique, and very distinctive aroma. An aroma that I found somewhat pleasant, but I did not know why. The scent seemed to connect with some deep primal instinct that I did not understand. But I liked the way Gary’s semen smelled; I liked it a lot. As I was studying the gooey mess on my fist and wrist, Gary fell backwards on his bed, appearing to be exhausted, totally spent. “Liz, that was the absolute best orgasm I have ever had. Thank you. You are wonderful. Can I do anything for you now?” Gary ’s question shocked me back to the reality of what we had just done. A wave of guilt and embarrassment came crashing over me. “No. This was a one time experience. We should not have done that. But I am fine.” I needed to separate myself from this situation as fast as I could. I looked at the mess of semen on my arm, hand, thighs and my shirt, and simply said, “I need to go clean up. You need to get dressed.” I do not know why, but I decided not to tell him that I had climaxed as well. I needed to ...

... sort out my own reaction to this event before I could discuss it with anyone else. My orgasm seemed too personal to share with Gary right then. It would actually be a few years before I shared with him the fact that I climaxed while masturbating him that morning. I got up, holding my hand and arm such that the semen on my hand and arm did not spill on the floor or bed. I felt the globs of semen on my thigh started running down my leg. “Gary, get me a tissue or a rag.” Fearful that I would drip semen from my leg on to the floor, I sat back down on the bed waiting for Gary to rescue me from this gooey mess that was ‘entrapping me’. Gary , returned with a warm, damp wash cloth and gently wiped the semen from my hand, arm and thigh. As he was cleaning my thigh, he slowly started to inch up towards my panties. I stopped him. “No, Gary. We have already done quite enough; too much in fact. I need to take a shower. You need to get dressed. Mom will be awake and looking for both of us soon.” I got up, and walked into our shared bathroom. Before closing the bathroom door, I took one look back over my shoulder to see Gary watching me; his penis slowly deflating. God, he did look good; but this was so very wrong, on so many levels. What had I done? Why had I allowed this to happen? This was stupid and wrong. I felt a wave of guilt and shame come over me as I waited for the water to get warm. Why are things that are so pleasurable and enticing so wrong; or why are things that are wrong so ...