No sexual activity involving persons under 18 is mentioned.
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My name is Jim. I am 19 years old, a sophomore at Duke, and considered by everybody in my class to be the smartest and best student. Sounds good, doesn't it? Well, If I was better looking, a good athlete, or at least more socially adept, it would be, but I am not. I am 5'8", 168 pounds, with disproportionate size organs. For example, my nose is too long, my hands are too big... You get my drift. Since childhood, I liked to read books, play with my computer, and watch documentaries on TV. It was very rare that I ever went outside or played with my classmates during breaks. I've never been to the seashore or a swimming pool.
I have a sister name Pearl. Unlike me, she is a 'normal' one. She is 2 years older, 5'6", 128 pounds, has a cute face, long dark brown hair, and an athletic figure. I like her, though we do not interact that often. She likes to get out with friends of both sexes, chat, gossip, and have a good time. When she is home, Pearl and I meet at dinner and have little talk about school. On multiple occasions, she came to my room, needing help with homework or preparing for her exams. Usually, it took me little time to understand what she couldn't, and I explained everything in simple terms. She appreciated it and thanked me in front of our parents. In her mind, I was an odd duck. A nice, useful odd duck.
What Pearl didn't know was that I saw her in my dreams and fantasies. I masturbated, seeing her naked, begging me to use her body for my pleasure. I admit that once when she was out, I even entered her room and checked her underwear drawers. I touched her soft C-cup bras, imagining her perky breasts inside. I also sniffed her panties, thinking it had a faint odor of her vulva. It might have been only my imagination, but the effect on me was significant: I got an immediate erection and jacked off in our bathroom.
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My parents were a typical blue collar family with modest jobs. Our house was a 2-floor type, but was relatively small with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and no air conditioner. It was OK during 6 months of the year, but during hot days of summer, it was tough to tolerate. The way I dealt with it was by leaving the window open and operating the small table fan toward me. It wasn't ideal, but I got used to it.
Lately, I noticed stains by the window, and I got the impression that small things like my stapler, a pair of scissors, an eraser, and even candies have disappeared from my room. Somebody, or something, was likely entering through the open window when I wasn't in the room and stealing stuff! I doubted it was another child: My room was on the second floor, and though a tree reached the window, it was not easy to climb it. Was it a cat? A raccoon? Something else?
Nothing that disappeared was of value, but I was curious what it could be. With my money, I purchased a miniature spying camera and decided to install it and investigate who the thief was. I placed the camera on the wall above the door. It gave a nice view of the whole room, including the window, my bed, and my desk. I have not operated it yet.
The same evening, at dinner, Mom smiled at me, "Jimmy, your 20th birthday is a week from now. What do you want for your birthday?"
"I have no idea, Mom. Why don't you put $50 in my account, and I'll buy something I need when I find out?"
She mumbled, "Honey, you are so predictable. It is frustrating that you are always by yourself. We cannot buy you something special and see you happy with it."
Pearl blurted, "Mom, I have an idea. I'll take him with me to a bar I often go to. They know me and never check ID. This time I won't bring along my friends, and Jimmy will feel comfortable."
I started protesting, but Pearl insisted I go there with her. I knew my sister; whenever she set her mind to a project, she never changed her mind, so I reluctantly gave in. I told myself, 'If there was nobody else we knew, I wouldn't embarrass myself, so seeing the inside of a bar the first time was something I could tolerate.'
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Friday after class, I shaved, showered, and put on a clean shirt and khakis. I was scared shit to screw up and embarrass my sister and myself. I knocked on Pearl's door and told her I'd rather stay home. She blurted, "No, you don't. I canceled all my other plans for you, and by hook or by crook we are going. We will stay there for at least an hour. After that, if you choose to return home, we'll do it." And that was it. In the last minute, I remembered to leave my window open and set up the video camera.
We left home. On the way, she attempted to cheer me up, saying I'd like it there. But when we entered, I felt trapped. It was still early, and we found a corner place to sit.
Pearl said, "Wait here, I'll bring us something to drink."
While she was gone, I looked at the noisy place, not understanding why people found this place interesting. There was a pool table and a dartboard. Certain guys played cards, but overall it was an uninspiring, smoky joint...
Pearl came back with 2 glasses. She handed me one and smiled, "It's a simple cocktail. Try. I think you'll like it."
I sipped a little. It tasted sweet and delicious. I didn't feel the alcohol at all. I told Pearl I liked it, and she laughed, "I told you. You are too stubborn. It's time to get out of your homey cage and see the world around you."
I continued drinking the tasty stuff, and our chat moved to Pearl's studies. She said it was becoming more difficult lately, and she might need my help again. I grinned, "You were nice to me on my birthday, so I'll be happy to help."
Pretty soon, my glass was empty. The bar became crowded and noisier, but for some reason, I felt good. Much better than before. Pearl went to bring us another drink, and came back chuckling, "Would you like to try dancing?" There were 3 other couples moving on the floor, but I'd never danced and felt my feet were heavy. I declined and said, "I prefer to sit, drink, and talk."
Out of the blue, Pearl asked, "Jimmy, are you gay?"
I almost fell from my chair. "Of course not. Why would you think it?"
"Because I have never heard you talk about girls."
I blushed, "Right now I care more about school. When time comes, I'll think about it."
Pearl's eyes brightened, "You have no idea what you are missing."
I sipped my cocktail and mumbled, "What AM I missing?"
"These days, I go out with Roger. So far, he is the best I've had in a long time."
"What's so good about him? He is tall, skinny, has pimples, and dumb..."
She giggled, "You exaggerate, but even if you were right, he has one BIG, let me rephrase it, LONG, advantage..."
"What do you mean?"
"Jimmy, you are still a virgin and have no clue about the pleasant things in life. When hard, Roger's dick is 8" long and thick. He is the only one who could make me orgasm during sex."
"Is 8" considered long?"
"Honey, are you kidding me? Haven't you read anything about sex? Average man's dick is 5 and something inches. 8" is every man's dream and a woman's pot of gold."
I began laughing. She stared at me quizzically. I said, "Mine is 9.5" when erect."
She blurted, "Stop joking. I am serious. Roger's penis is huge, and all my girlfriends are jealous of the way I feel after spending time with him."
I started feeling lightheaded, but it was a pleasant one, "I was not kidding. My cock is almost 10" when I jack off."
Her eyes widened, "You ARE serious, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. But until now it was a burden. At rest, it's about 6.5", and frequently I have to readjust it in my underwear."
"I don't believe you. You are just trying to get my attention."
"Never mind, let's forget about it. So you didn't care about Roger's drawbacks and elected to date him purely for the sex?"
"Obviously you haven't had sexual intercourse that you talk like that. The most pleasurable feeling in the world is a good climax."
My head started spinning, and I stuttered, "Pearl, I draank toooo much. I feeel dizzy. Leeet's go hoome."
She laughed, but helped me stand up. Soon we were on our way back home.
I recall reaching my room and Pearl telling me I needed to undress before going to sleep. Then everything turned dark.
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I woke up in the morning remembering having a wet dream: I was watching a movie, and out of the screen, Scarlett Johansson came toward me and began sucking my organ. I wanted to ask her how she entered my room, I but couldn't talk. She gave me a great BJ and I came in her mouth.
I remained in bed for another 20 minutes, trying to recall last night's events. Much of it was blank. I needed to pee, but my member felt sore. I inspected it; it had a couple of sperm stains and red marks. What the hell? My first impression was that I developed some lesions on my rod, but after noticing I could remove the red marks with my fingers, it turned out to be... lipstick. WTF?... I had no clue what was going on.
I went to pee, freshened up, and checked my desk. Nothing was missing. Whoever stole my stuff did not attempt to do it when we were in the bar. Just in case, I looked at the recording. During the time we were out, a cat once sat on the window's ledge but never got in. A couple of crows flew inside and left minutes later. Then I saw Pearl holding me and telling me to undress before going to sleep. I just fell unconscious on the bed with my clothes on. She closed my door and started taking off my shirt. I seemed to be out and didn't help. Then she unzipped my fly and pulled my pants from under me. On the screen, I noticed her checking the bulge in my briefs. She talked to me and touched me, but I was completely out. She hesitated, but then lowered my briefs and gazed at my resting cock. She gasped. I was snoring. She touched my organ and then took it in her palm. I was snoring loudly. She whispered, "Jimmy, you weren't lying. Your dick is marvelous. Do you mind if I see how big it becomes when hard?"
My respiration and snoring didn't change. She massaged my prick, and slowly it began engorging. Pearl mumbled, "Bro, this is a monster. I wonder how it will feel in my mouth..." Next, her lips spread widely and engulfed the helmet. Her red lips started sucking my dick. She attempted to pull into her oral cavity as much as possible, but 3" remained outside the whole time. She bobbed her head on it for several minutes until I saw those 3" spasming in her mouth, and I knew I was ejaculating... Dear god, my sister blew me when I was drunk...
I wasn't sure whether I should feel upset or happy. She took advantage of my helpless situation, yet watching the recording made me horny as hell, and I masturbated watching the recording over and over again.
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At dinner, Pearl's behavior toward me changed. Before, she used to chat with everyone around the table about her friends and social stuff. And now her eyes seemed to be sneaking glimpses in my direction. Mom asked her how it went in the bar the night before. Pearl glanced at me, waiting for me to answer. My mind was full of ideas about how to answer, but after a short hesitation, I mumbled, "It was OK. Different, but OK." As I talked, I watched Pearl taking a deep breath, seemingly relieved I didn't know what REALLY happened.
When the dinner was over, she came to my room and sat on my bed's edge, "Jimmy, you must have been under the influence, so you cannot remember much. I asked you why you haven't had a girlfriend yet."
I smiled, "Sis, what are you getting at?"
"You are a nerd, but you are smart, have a great future, and according to YOU, you have a big dick. I know many girls who would consider you a catch."
I stared at her eyes, "Does 'many girls' include you?"
Pearl stuttered, "Why dooo you aask?"
