Her First - Sex Stories

Her First

“Hi!” She shouted as she bounced up from the chair and leaped at me for a long, delightful hug. “Oh, I've missed you! I'm so glad you’re home!” She was pressed tight against me, her arms around my neck; my arms around her waist kept her feet several inches off the floor. Holding her was easy, she was a small girl, about 5 foot nothing, and all of 90 pounds. She kissed me repeatedly on the cheek and once on the lips, a quick happy peck while telling me how much she missed me and was so happy I was back.

The last time I'd seen her she was sixteen, now she was just days shy of eighteen. I'd joined the Navy and spent 19 months cruising the oceans of the world while she moved from the 9th to 11th grade. I timed my homecoming to coincide with her birthday because she begged me by email to be there. Her eighteenth birthday would be special for her and my attendance was requested; no, was required. She made it clear by telling me, “This is really important, you have to be here.”

She was born five and a half years after me but didn't become my sister until she was two. Her mother married my father so I became a stepson and stepbrother on the same day. From the day we became a family, she delighted me, kept me entertained, and adored me. We grew up close, happy, and loving.

I put her back on the floor and greeted my waiting parents. She hopped on both feet, back and forth, rocking with eagerness to get my attention again. I saw her but chose to ignore her, on purpose, to ...

... aggravate her, teasing her as I did when she was excited to show or tell me something. She swatted me on the back, “I'm right here!” she demanded, much as she always did when I snubbed her.

We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on the sofa sipping sodas while she chattered. She sat on the end facing me, her legs curled under her butt, her face animated with enthusiasm as I heard about her life since I’d left.

I went out with friends that first night, catching up with the guys I'd grown up with. We raised hell in a bar and chased some flirtatious girls but I went home empty-handed. She was still up when I got in at 2 that morning, “What the hell are you still doing up?”

“Waiting for you.”

“Why?”

“To ask if you got laid.”

“Jesus girl, isn't that kind of personal?”

“I don't think so, sex may be a personal experience but everybody does it so why should the question be wrong?”

“Because you are not even an adult yet, you should be worried about graduating, not if I got laid.”

“Oh, come on, I don’t live in a bubble.”

I studied her carefully, “Do you have sex yet?”

She answered with no hesitation, no embarrassment, “Not yet but I think I'm almost ready.”

“Are you going to tell me when you do?” I asked teasingly, expecting her to decline.

She smiled, a small beguiling turn of her lips, “Of course, I'll let you know, so, did you?”

“No, just had a couple of beers with Greg and Dan.”

Her eyes sparked, “Good night.” She left, leaving me to ...