Forgiveness and Reconciliation - Chapter 1 - Everything has a Beginning - Sex Stories

Forgiveness and Reconciliation - Chapter 1 - Everything has a Beginning

A Note From the Author: Howdy again. This is Nanomd. I'd greatly appreciate it if you, the reader, could point out any mistake you might notice in the story. If you have an opinion about what's good and what's bad about it, please, I'd love to hear it. I do hope you enjoy this story, and if you haven't, you should read the prelude chapter, which sets up some of the basis of where this story comes from, and where it's going. It's quite an adventure that's planned, so stick with it and you might like it! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's a simple enough mater to wake someone up. However my sister doesn't seem to understand that. Rather than calling out my name or a touch of the shoulder like a normal person would do, Rachel's unique style of waking me up was to grab my foot and yank on it. This ended in her getting kicked in the chest more than once while we were growing up, which is the best part for me of this whole experience. See, Rachel had something unique, something no one else had. She had my love, though I think it'd be better to call it my lust for a long time. The swift kick in the chest let me, even for the briefest moment, feel her breasts. And that was a wonderful way to wake up, even if what facilitated this groping was aggravating and annoying. I don't know why it started, but I can trace it back to one day when we were 12 and 13, a day where she told me that if I had any questions ...

... about anything sexual, I could just ask her. It wasn't so much about the sex that perked my interest here, it was the fact that she was willing to tell me about it. It made her, to my young and impressionable mind, seem almost like a goddess figure. She was my Aphrodite, a sexual being herself, descending from the heavens and sharing with me her sacred knowledge. She always tried to answer my question, even if she didn't have the answer right then and there. Maybe that explination is good enough to answer your question of why, but it certainly doesn't answer mine. I just know that, right now, I love her. We never touched each other while we were growing up. We never stripped naked for the other to look, except for that first day of lust. This was problematic for me, as a boy going through puberty, because I had seen she had the toys I wanted to play with. She was usually close by, and it became my fantasy to ravage her. I never told her this before she graduated high school, but I knew she was at least partial interested in me as well. Over the years I'd asked her questions of a deeply personal nature. If she masturbated, what did she taste like, do the girls on the basketball team shave. She'd answer these questions in the way only my pain in the ass older sister could, by teasing me. When she was 15 and I was 14, I asked her if she masturbated, she said yes, in a very blunt and mater-of-fact fashion. However, simply answering this question wasn't enough for her, she had to ...