I suppose that I ought to explain that before that wonderful summer's day when I had such a wonderful time fucking those beautiful blonde Cramwell twins, I had already lost my virginity. The story of losing it might explain the enthusiasm with which I was willing to have my face sat on by the lovely Laura and why I tried so hard to give pleasure to both the girls. I had a really good teacher and I only wish some of my friends would learn the same lessons -- they might get on better with their girlfriends -- and enjoy the sex more of course!
It was a very cold winter's night when I lost my virginity, learnt a lot about girls and sex and especially how to give pleasure as well as receive it. It happened like this:
The winters in rural Dorset can be very cold, not getting the advantage of the warm Gulf Stream like Devon and Cornwall and this particular winter, when I had just turned 18, was particularly cold with deep snow followed by hard frosts. My elder sister, Rachael, who was two years older than me had got us invitations to a New Year party in Brillingham, some six miles from where we lived. The invite was from one her old school friends, Sophie Pellow, whose parents were away that holiday sunning it amongst the pyramids and temples of Egypt. There were to be six of us and unlike most teenage parties I was used to, this was going to be a smart dinner party for which we had both dressed to the nines compared to the usual jeans and tee-shirts. I was wearing black chinos and a black-shirt with the bright crimson jumper I had been given for Christmas.
Rachael, who is brunette, like me, has blue eyes and a pretty face, and even though I'm her brother, I've got to admit, one great figure. She looked stunning that night in a micro-mini dress that seemed only just to reach down to the top of her thighs and she wore a glitzy top that showed off the cleavage from those double-d boobs of hers. She wore gold bangles and matching gold necklace and earrings. She smelt of some wonderful exotic scent, but I never asked her the name -- well little brothers don't do they?
We had always got on well together -- she looked out for me when I was small and then I looked out for her when I grew bigger - I was about 6' by then and she had stopped growing at about 5'6". When Mum saw what Rachael was wearing she wasn't too pleased as the night was really cold and Mum thought Rachael would probably freeze. However, Rachael explained she was driving, the car had heating, Sophie's house was warm, etc., etc., so, no problem.
Anyway, let's cut the domestic arguments and move forward to trying to get to Sophie's. If you have been to Brillingham, you will know it as a quaint old fashioned village of about twenty cottages along a narrow twisty road -- a small place where the gritting lorries don't get to, so the ice tends to stay on the road. Sophie lived about half a mile out of the village in nice cottage set back from the road. It was a reasonable size, but with just three bedrooms (Sophie was an only child). The cottage was built about 1700 of pink sandstone and shale roof.
It was a beautiful frosty night, the stars blazed above us and a three quarters moon made the snow covered landscape shine with an eldritch light.
We drove off the main road and down through the village and nearly made it to the cottage, but about 100 yards from the door, Rachael skidded on black ice and the car went into a spin ending up in the ditch at the side of the road. Luckily neither of us was hurt, but the car was a real mess and was not going any further.
Rachael was a bit shaken, so I got my mobile out and phoned home. It took some convincing to stop Mum and Dad racing out to save use, but I said we would be fine at Sophie's and there was not much that could be done 'til the morning and we knew Sophie would put us up. Eventually the hot air from down the phone stopped and we got out into the freezing night.
You would think that walking 100 yards would be a
cinch, but Rachael, bless her heart was in her best high heels -- and best high heels and ice and snow do not go together. She went over after just 10 feet, falling headlong into a snow drift. I pulled her out and we went another 10 feet before she was down on her backside. There was little choice, I hoisted her up and gave her a fireman's lift over my shoulder. Wow, that was the worst 100 yards of my life. The road was really treacherous and we both fell over together at least twice more before we got to the door. By this time Rachael was completely blue and couldn't stop shivering in the sub-zero temperature, her micro-mini was riding up above her knickers, her stockings (nice garters sis!) were in shreds and her glitzy top a damp mess that was no longer working as a cleavage holder -- we did not care, we just wanted to get through that door!
I rang the bell and Sophie answered nearly straight away. We must have been a real sight, I was still shouldering Rachael and it was her wet knickers and torn stockings that first faced Sophie when she opened the door. "Oh my God!" she screamed "are you hurt?"
We stumbled into the house and went straight to the living room where I laid Rachael on a sofa in front of the fire. I quickly explained to Sophie about the road and Rachael just being frozen, not really hurt and Sophie said she'd phone the others and tell them not to come as it was obviously too dangerous.
Rachael was really shivering uncontrollably and I hugged her to me to try and get some warmth into her. Sophie got a brandy and said she would run a hot bath. Rachael clung to me pressing me against her nearly exposed breasts. I have got to confess, that my manhood friend was finding this a little erotic, so despite the cold and despite the fact she was my older sister, I was beginning to get an expansion in my crotch and my pants were getting tight.
Sophie called to bring her upstairs, so I gently lifted her again and carried her up the narrow cottage staircase her ample bosom pressing into my back and my arm holding her just below her rather neat backside. We got her into the bathroom and Sophie and I started taking off that once stunning outfit, which was now really only fit for the bin.