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

Elizabeth's story: sexual discovery with my stepbrother

... the waist.) I was more than just a virgin, I was an inexperienced virgin. Truthfully, sweet, wholesome virginal girls, who seemed intent upon remaining that way, were not the most popular options for high school boys. I did not attract a great deal of attention from boys at my school. I was okay with this fact. I see my first penis, and it belongs to my stepbrother: About four months after my father’s death, I got an interesting and disturbing text from one of my best friends. It was about 9:15 p.m. on a Friday night in the fall. I was traveling back on the school bus with the team, after losing a heartbreaking volleyball game at a neighboring school, when I got a text message from Jenna, telling me to call her as soon as I got back to school. I assumed Jenna wanted to hang out tonight and I could not decide if I wanted to call her or not. I was pretty tired. About ten minutes later I got another text from Jenna. This one said, ‘Call me ASAP. Important. About Gary.’ We were only a few minutes from the school and I was anxious and concerned. When we arrived, I immediately got off the bus and found a place where I could talk. I called Jenna, “What’s going on?” “You need to come get Gary. He’s all fucked up. He is here over at Caroline’s parent’s house and he is drunk. He threw up all over himself in the basement. Caroline is freaking out because her parents will be home in an hour or so.” “Oh shit. Goddamn it. I am going to kill the little twerp.” I thought about how to ...

... proceed. “OK, I will come right over and get him. Is he passed out?” “I don’t know. I think he is awake, but he did puke all over himself. He is a mess. He seems a little better since he finished puking. He can walk a little and talk, just not too coherently. But you need to get him out of here before the parental units arrive.” Jenna laughed at the absurdity of the situation. About twenty minutes later I was over at Caroline’s parent’s house. There were about eight high school kids in the basement, most had been drinking beer. Gary was sitting on the floor in the bathroom next to the commode. His shirt was missing, and there were stains of vomit on his pants. He stank of vomit and looked like hell. “Lizard breath. You came to rescue me.” Gary slurred when he saw me. ‘Lizard Breath’ was his pet name for me (Elizabeth, ‘lizard breath’; get it?) “Damn it Gary, do you think I have nothing better to do than drag your drunk little ass around?” I was more than a little upset with him. “Lizard Breath, cool your jets! If I wanted an ass eating, I could have had Jenna call mom. Just get me home, OK?” “Come on, let’s get in the car. You are not going to puke in my car, are you?” That would have been over the line. “I think I got that all out of my system already.” He said smugly. Caroline spoke up, “Take that waste paper can with you. If he gets sick again, he can puke in that on the ride home.” “Oh great, the upside for me tonight is I get to drive home smelling my vomit coated stepbrother. ...