Okay. I'm not much of one for confessions, but this is one story I absolutely have to tell.
A couple of months ago, when I was trolling around online for people to talk to, I came across this site called
Naughty Little Secrets
. It was late, and I had already been looking at some porn, getting ready for my nightly jack-off to relax me before bed. So, I figured, why not check it out.
I expected it to be one of those stupid "Find sex partners in your area" sites where you can search for men and women who are supposedly in your area, and you have to sign up and pay before you're able to e-mail or talk with them. I was surprised to find that this was a "find your sex partner" type of site, but completely free and all access. Just a quick age verification, and you're in. I entered my birthdate, proving that I was the ripe old age of 18, and started to browse the site.
The site had everything from free porn galleries, to member videos, to discussion forums, and more. Along the side, they had a search to find people close to you. On a whim, I decided to try that out.
I got 3 matches. One was for a 50-year-old divorcee looking for a long-term relationship. Too old. The second was some girl that was 22, but had very specific expectations. The third was a 26-year-old married woman, listing her desired partner as "anyone with a dick." Wow. This girl must be horny to be so bold. I clicked on her profile.
This girl, whose handle was
kittenvixen
, was hot. Not hot in the traditional Playmate of the Year hot that most guys want. She was real, genuine sexy. She had a good body, a little bit of pudge around her belly and ass, but she was fit and smooth and had some ample looking breasts. She was also shaved, which for me is a huge turn on. As I was reading her profile and checking out some of her pictures, I noticed a little icon that was flashing saying that
kittenvixen
was online. I decided to add her to my buddy list and send her a message.
"Hey," I wrote.
"who's this?" she replied.
"I saw your profile on a site. I live near you, and thought I'd see what's up."
"oh. ok. cool"
I won't bore you with the details. It was a pretty worthless conversation. We sort of danced around the issue of sex and meeting up. She kept saying, "let's talk for a while first." She did let me jack-off while we were talking. She even sent me a nice new picture to help me finish strong. There she was, from the neck down, in a nice little baby doll outfit, complete with stockings and heels. Her top was pulled open to show her breasts, and her panties were dangling off one ankle as she spread her legs wide for the camera. You could see a wet spot on the chair she was in. She must've just cum as it was taken. That was it. I jizzed all over my hand and even got a few drops on the keyboard.
After I finished up, she said she had to go because her husband was coming home. After a few smiley icons were exchanged, she signed off. I saved the picture on my computer, and cleaned up before heading to bed.
kittenvixen
was online the next day when I got home from class. I live in my parents' house, taking classes at the community college. I know, it's lame. Whatever. Anyway, she and I started talking again. She let me know that our conversation last night had gotten her excited, and that she went to the bathroom before her hubby got home and... relieved herself. That was enough to give my cock another stir.
We kept talking like this for a few weeks. The conversation always went immediately to sex, and it wasn't long before we started cybering over instant messenger every night. One afternoon I came home to check my e-mail and noticed I had one from her. I opened it up.
Hey, you,
I have a surprise for you.
It then listed her address and a time to meet her. She said her husband had left on a business trip and was going to be gone for a few days. I quickly jotted down the address on a piece of paper and grabbed my stuff to head out. Before heading out, though, I decided to take a quick shower and freshen up for our first encounter. It's always nice to have sex with someone when they're clean, and not smelling like sweat and balls.
A little while later, I was driving down some little-used highways and backroads on my way to a tryst with
kittenvixen
. As I reached her road, I started to slow down to look at the numbers on the houses. Then there it was. I pulled to a stop a little distance away, my hands shaking. "Oh, shit!" I thought. I couldn't believe it. I don't know how I didn't notice as I was driving in, but the address was to my sister's house!
My older sister, Jen, is 26 and works from home as an editor of some online health site. Her husband is Chris, my brother-in-law.
I couldn't believe it. My mouth suddenly felt dry. What the hell had happened? I had never seen
kittenvixen
's face. It was always cut off in her pictures. She said that she didn't want to give away her identity since we lived near each other. Never had I imagined that I was looking at, and stroking off, to pictures of my sister!
As I sat there, licking my lips to get rid of the sudden cotton mouth I had, images of those pictures flashed through my head. Despite my fear and shock, I felt my dick grow hard between my legs, straining against the material of my pants. Then, in a single moment of bravery, or idiocy, I gassed the car forward and drove down my sister's driveway. She lived out on the edge of town, and had a nice big house with lots of yard and forest around her; a nice little secluded place for an affair. I pulled up near the house and parked my car, turning the key off. I sat there, my heart racing, trying to think of what to do as the next step. My brain was numb, so I got out of my car and walked up the steps to the door and rang the bell.
After a few moments, I saw my sister peak from behind a curtain and recognize me before she opened the door.
