This story includes First Time, Erotic Coupling, Incest and Romance all via the experience of one young man.
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I'm Curt, eighteen, just graduating from high school. My next oldest sister is Ingrid. She's two years ahead of me (one year and nine months older) and is finishing at the local community college and will transfer to the state university in the Fall. My other sister is Kirsten, four years older, she's finishing at the university this year although she'll need to take some courses this summer to graduate. She's engaged and will be marrying shortly after finishing school, I believe. We're all big blonds, blue eyed, good looking, Nordic like our parents. When I say big, I don't mean fat. We're tall. I'm six feet four inches and growing, Kirsten is about five feet ten and Ingrid is maybe an inch shorter.
While we're all family, close to one another and very caring about each other, because of the age difference I've always been closer to Ingrid. However, I've always thought of both my sisters as being what most any guy would want in a girl. Kirsten was always an athlete. A very good one, went to college on a scholarship. Ingrid is, too, but not as successful. I think she's more interested in boys than almost anything. I have no proof and am not really very concerned but I doubt if Ingrid is a virgin although I am. I don't want to be but that's how it's worked out. I've dated. I've kissed and felt up some girls but keep going with "good" girls that are saving themselves for, maybe marriage, but certainly something more meaningful than a high school romp in the back seat.
Kirsten always had friends but they were enough older that I wasn't involved or even interested. Ingrid has lots of friends, lots of truly beautiful and sexy girls. They're a little older than me but I'm definitely aware of them and very interested. When they're at the pool in our back yard I usually manage to also go swimming just to get good looks at those gorgeous bodies. But that's all I get, looks.
I know they see me and appreciate my maleness. When I leave they always quickly start talking. When I first show up they giggle and always quit talking. So I know they talk about me. I mean, I'm certainly at least okay looking, have always been athletic, am in good, trim shape. But that year or two difference in age means a lot and I suspect that they're being friends of my sister means something, too.
I have a part time job to make some spending money. I'll start at the community college in the Fall, will play basketball for sure, perhaps do some track. My long stride is a help in track. But this summer, mostly I'm just hanging out, not doing much at all. Today, it's close to noon. My Mom and Dad are at work, Ingrid is off somewhere with her friends and I'm laying on my bed in some boxer shorts wondering what to do today. There's a light knock on my door, even though it's open. I look up and it's Anya, a friend of Ingrid.
If you've seen Kate Beckinsale in the movies, you've just about seen Anya. Black hair, really black. Trim and slim to the point of almost being skinny. But with breasts that are a little too large for the rest of her body. A very pretty face, lovely eyes, great mouth, good strong chin. And while I said skinny, she's definitely female with curves. She's just extremely fit, works out a lot. I've overheard Ingrid and others, they all talk about each other behind their backs. I gather that they like Anya but she tends to do what she wants, or what appeals to her, regardless of what the others might like. So sometimes she doesn't quite fit in like some of the others that are basically followers. But to me, she's very, very sexy. And having her end up at my bedroom is a major surprise.
"Hi, Anya," I say. She steps into the room and closes the door behind her. Closing the door is a little odd but I guess she wants some privacy. Well, there's no one else here so whatever we do is private.
"Do you think I'm attractive?" she asks, standing next to the door.
"Oh, I definitely think so. You're very sexy." I reply. What the heck is this about?
"Good," she says. "Because I want to have sex with you."
This gorgeous girl is standing about eight feet away, telling me she wants to have sex. What is this? "Is this a joke? Ingrid and some others are going to show up in a minute and laugh at me?" is how I answer her.
She actually grins. "No, it's no joke. I'm here because I know Ingrid and the others will be gone for hours. In fact, part of this is, you can never tell Ingrid about this because she wouldn't like it. You're off limits to her friends. It's just that I need, well I want is perhaps more accurate although it seems like a need, more sex than I'm getting. I don't want a boyfriend, I have one. I want a willing cock and I've seen your bulge in your bathing suit so I know you probably have a good one. "
"You just want me as a fuck buddy?"
