A Catholic Lesson in Sex-- Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Catholic Lesson in Sex-- Part 1

Boredom. The worst feeling in the world for me. Mom and dad were gone, and they said no leaving the house. Fine by me, I guess. Just me and my sister, alone and bored as hell in the middle of the December break. It was frigid outside, and a blanket of snow covered our Wisconsin home, but it was warm inside thanks to the space heater. I guess I should introduce myself, since this is my messed up story, after all. My name is Ben Tracey. In this story I was 14, my sister, Elizabeth, was 16. I was lanky for a 14 year old, around 5'10, almost no meat on my bones. I had a mess of curly black hair, and a small face, almost like a mushroom. My sister was a bit shorter than me at 5'5. She had a small frame, I guess, sorta wide hips and sorta big breasts, with long brunette hair and blue eyes. She had round cheekbones. She and I were somewhat close, I guess, but didn't really have much to say to each other most of the time. We both came from a Catholic house, so there were a lot of strict rules on what we could and could not do. I'm surprised our parents even left us home alone for three days, but they wanted to test our trust I guess. Our TV and internet both had protection from the things that would make us “unpure”. In all honesty, I wasn't big on the whole Jesus thing, and neither was Elizabeth. We just followed all the rules and such. So we just relaxed on the couch watching some educational programming, because that's all that was on. That's literally all we had done since noon, ...

... and it was nearing 8PM. “Bored,” I moaned. “I hate how there's nothing on because of mom and dad.” “I know. We're not allowed to do anything,” She growled. I nodded. “I mean, I wish it wouldn't be this way. Hell, they banned everything from Seinfeld to masturbation!” “Well, you can still get away with some things...” my sister said. “I bet we could disable the stupid v-chip and watch some real TV.” “Hey, yeah, that's not a bad idea!” I said, finally open to a new idea. I picked up the remote and started flipping through channels, looking for one that was blocked. I flipped past the religious channels section and found one. It prompted me for a passcode. “Hm... What could they have used?” I wondered aloud. “Try... 1989” Elizabeth said. “That's the year they were married.” I punched in 1-9-8-9. Suddenly the menu closed, and before us was actual television. “Thank Christ!” I yelled aloud. “Let's see what we can watch now.” I began to flip channels again, finally seeing all that we can get. I went through sitcoms, cartoons, reality shows, everything that TV had to offer. Finally I came towards the end of the channels and landed on one. It was a porn channel. “Why'd you stop?” Elizabeth asked. “Well, I was curious just why porn is banned.” I said, with a hint of curiosity. “Catholic sex ed was pretty clear that sex is bad. I wanna see what it's really about.” “Fine by me. I'll admit I'm a bit curious myself. It's sometimes hard to masturbate to feeling alone.” Elizabeth giggled. ...