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

A Catholic Lesson in Sex-- Part 1

... “Wait, you mean you actually know how to masturbate?” I asked her. She stopped. “Well, yeah. I mean, I just asked my friends about it. They just told me how to do it. You're saying you've never masturbated before?” I nodded no. “Mom and dad were pretty strong on the belief that it's not okay.” I said. “Well, let me just say that it really is,” Elizabeth told me. “I feel a sense of sisterly duty to help you out here for some reason.” “But... we're brother and sister... isn't this wrong?” “So is the way our parents try to shelter us.” Elizabeth said. “Do you want to learn how to jack off?” “You know what? Yeah, I do.” I said, gaining confidence. “It's time we did something bad!” “Alright, that's what I'm talking about!” She yelled. Then it was suddenly silent, with an air of awkward curiosity. I thought for a moment, looking at my sister. “So... how are we going to do this, exactly?” I cut in, but my thought was broken by the TV. There were two people, a man and a woman, and they were fucking passionately. Of course, I knew the gist. I needed an erection, and watching those two on TV fucking was all it took. I felt my boner tighten up in my pants. It made a nice tent in my gym shorts. “Well, I see you're ready to begin.” Elizabeth said. “But we can't do this out here in the open. Let's take it up stairs, to my room.” I nodded. She stood up and walked to the back left of the room, into the downstairs corridor. I followed suit, already horny as hell thinking about what we were ...

... doing. It felt so wrong to be breaking the rules, but it wasn't even something that was socially wrong. I made my way down the hall, and then turned left up the stairs. Then I took a left into my sister's room, which was at the end of the upstairs corridor. Elizabeth's room wasn't much. It was mainly a queen sized bed that faced the door and a desk on the other side. It didn't matter to me though. “Come over here.” She said, patting the spot next to her. I crossed the room and sat next to her. My erection was making a tent in my boxers, so I adjusted it to my thigh. “So,” she began, “you already know what masturbation basically is, right?” I nodded. “Good. But you don't know how you do it?” “Yeah.” I affirmed. “Making yourself have an orgasm, without a partner.” “That pretty much covers it, I guess. But you have to know how to do it. So pull your cock out and lay down.” She instructed. I stood up and pulled down my pants and underwear in one motion. My cock sprang out. It was nearing seven inches and was about 2.5 inches in girth, with a slight upwards curve. Nothing special, but it wasn't nothing either. I fell back and lay down on the bed, my cock sticking straight up. I looked up and found my sister undressing. When she saw me, she smiled. “Well, I didn't want you to feel alone!” she said. She unhooked her bra and her tits bounced a bit. They were both C cups, very perky and round, and she had a slim belly. Then she dropped her panties to reveal a very light brown patch of ...