THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... was? What it truly was? It was bonding, unifying, uniting, a sharing of souls. It was wanton passion set free. Sex for the sake of sex. It was humanity being finally let free and feeling every bit of itself. We felt every bit of who we were, of one another, of our entirety of beings, our innermost bestial selves, and dammit, we let that out for awhile. How dare us? No, nothing was wrong here, regardless of what any stodgey, old, allegedly celibate men in black robes had to say to the contrary. The fact was, I made her feel special when she was doubting herself, and she made me feel special when I was confused about my own self-worth. So, seriously, how can that be anything but a good thing? It wasn't just sex. That you can have anywhere. Society couches it in terms that are both appalling and at the same time titillating. "Dirty", "disgusting", "naughty", "sinful"...these are the words we, as a society, use to describe pornograpic videos to make them more exciting, for fuck's sake! We label it as both something negative and as something carnally intriguing. No wonder we have such a strange attitude toward the subject! No, our sex wasn't anything "sinful". If you needed to give it a label, it was exciting, awakening, and enjoyably fun...but it was also something more. We entrusted ourselves to one another, soul to soul. This was...spiritual, healing, even sacred. After that wonderful three-day weekend of completely unbridled passion, we still had our special times. ...

... Sometimes it was voyeurism, sometimes it was oral, and sometimes it was full-on grinding, pounding, sweaty, fantastic sex. We took precautions, of course. She was on the pill and I used condoms. We were just lucky those first few times (few dozen?) when our hormones had taken over, and our ages were most definitely a factor in how lucky we were. We did it whenever we could, but it was only at home. That was our safe place. Our parents out, our b*****r at a friend's house..although that vacation in Hawaii was incredibly tempting for both of us. We settled for a really quick touchy-feely-groping-and-masturbation session when our b*****r was body surfing at Waikiki and our parents went to the gift shop. That was the only time we nearly got caught - Mom and Dad came back early because they needed the camera to see what size film cannister they needed. My step-s****r had her top off and I had my hand down the front of her bikini bottoms with my finger up inside her...and then the door opened. Thank God for quick reflexes. She hit the floor behind the hotel bed and I sat on the edge of it and stretched convincingly as though just waking up from a nap. "Oops, sorry, didn't mean to wake you up," my step-mother said. "No, I was just getting up anyway. I need to shower and get dressed - what time are we going to the luau?" "In about two hours. We'll be back about a half-hour before then. Where's your s****r?" "I think she went to the pool." "Okay. See you in a few. Don't be late for the tour ...