We have seen how wearing stockings opened Sammi up so that she let her brother fuck her. Now we see how they persuade her to have sex with an older, married man.
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Chapter 1
Since being fucked by Gareth, her half brother, at her twenty-first birthday party, Sammi had changed, a lot. Not physically, for she remained the good looking girl with long blonde hair, nice, but small tits, good legs and a great arse. It was emotionally, her attitudes and approach, particularly to sex, where the changes had come about, and remarkably quickly.
Gareth was a sod really. He played the field. He had loads of girls of all ages from eighteen to fifty, he wasn't fussy. He was even shagging his step-mother's best friend, Marcia and would have loved to fuck his step mother Amanda.
He earned a fortune using his wits as a dealer in the city. He ran a desk of ten traders and at the age of thirty-two had just been made a Managing Director. That meant bugger all, other than an extra thirty grand on his basic and a more aggressive bonus scheme, which should pretty much guarantee him near to, if not in excess of, a million pounds this year.
Sammi was completely different. Other than the peculiarity of having sex with her half brother, she had always been quite straight-laced, even a little prudish about sex. She hadn't lost her virginity until well into her eighteenth year, which in Essex where she lived was almost unknown for an attractive girl, especially a blonde. At university, she had two lovers and then Gareth at her twenty first, just over a year ago. The sex with Gareth had started, coincidentally, at her eighteenth birthday party. Not full sex, that had to wait three more years, but heavy petting to the point where he took her bra off, sucked her nipples and made her cum with his fingers.
After they did go all the way, in the early hours of the morning of the party in her bedroom, they met now and then and exchanged loads of emails and the occasional phone call. They couldn't date in the traditional way, for nobody could know about them. Even in the fairly easy-going social scene of Essex that would have been too much.
The full sex had been amazing, more for her than him actually. Gareth had drunk too much and had had a few lines of coke, but fortunately had remembered to take the Viagra that he, along with most of his hard-drinking, coke-snorting, pill-popping city mates, relied upon. It had done its job, for when Sammi came into her bedroom where he was waiting naked on her bed, he was able to present her with a full-blown hard on, of which he was justifiably proud.
Gareth had a cocky sort of charm that appealed to women; he could get away with a lot and pushed his chances as far as he could. That was how he was so successful pushing shares and other stuff that made him millions and it was how he was as successful at getting into women's knickers.
He had persuaded the normally reserved Sammi to strip down to just the black, seamed nylon stockings she was wearing. He had worked out she was wearing them when they had danced and he had felt the elastic running round their tops holding them up. That had immediately perked his interest. Shortly after, he had managed to get her alone and had pulled the material alongside one of the long slits up the side of the floor-length gown. The view of the lacy stocking-tops confirmed his earlier feel and probably made the use of the Viagra unnecessary, for he immediately got a big hard on.
After stripping down to them and being told by Gareth to leave them on for "I want to fuck you in them," Sammi had joined him on her bed; the door was firmly locked. It was a fairly straightforward fuck, but to Sammi it was not only magical but also life-changing as well, after all how many girls get to fuck their half brothers?
They laid in each others arms, her breast were squashed against his chest, the length of his sturdy, thick erection was squashed into her flat tummy. They kissed and licked each other as their hands roamed all over the other's body. Sammi's, inexperienced at roaming, concentrated on Gareth's chest, his, hugely experienced at visiting every part of the female body, focused on her tits and arse, his favourite places.
Sammi had no experience at all of anal sex. Neither of her three previous lovers had more than stroked her beautifully symmetrical cheeks; none had slipped their fingers into the tight crease, none had used their mouth on any part of it, none had touched her anus and none had been inside it with anything.
Gareth changed all that. Within no more than a five minutes of lying on the bed he made her cum. He was lying on his back. He pulled her on top of him so that they laid face to face, kissing. The feel of her stockings on his legs excited Gareth even more. He pulled her legs apart and slid a finger between them right onto her lips, which were already damp. Sammi jerked, it felt so good. He wiggled it around sending lovely sensations through her, but that wasn't the purpose of him fingering her. He slid that finger upwards, away from her pussy towards the crease in her bum. He slipped it into that and ran it along the crease, gradually slowing and focusing on just one place, her arsehole.
This was all so new to her. Sure, she had read about anal foreplay and penetration, but had not experienced anything and hadn't felt much curiosity about it, not as she had about sex with other woman. Now, though, as Gareth, softly at first, but then with increasing pressure, rubbed his lubricated finger right on her hole, her entire body exploded with sensations. The sensations seemed to increase proportionately, the harder he pressed and, she realised, the more he opened her up, so the greater the excitement and sexual pleasure. Sammi was amazed, for she had no idea that her bum could be such a pleasure giver. Suddenly, though, he had stopped. Without a word, he turned onto her back. He took hold of both of her ankles and lifted them up so that the front of her thighs were pressed against her boobs, he pulled them open and laid between them.
"God those fucking stockings are amazing," he muttered, running both his hands up and down Sammi's legs and pushing his fingers inside the tops a little. Sammi smiled and felt pleased that she had taken the Sloany salesgirl, Pippa's advice in Harvey Nicks.
Gareth pulled Sammi's legs open and laid between them. He was pushing the head of his cock against her lips, they opened and with a shrug of his hips he surged inside her. She was pleased, and relieved, that he went in so effortlessly, for he was bigger than any of her previous lovers. It felt great as he started to move up and down, in and out of her.
Sammi felt his hand sliding around her and down her back. It was on her bum. He pinched the firm, yet beautifully yielding flesh and then slid his finger between her slightly opened cheeks. It was again pressing on her hole, she realised.
It wasn't enquiring, Gareth was not asking permission, he was simply taking what he considered to be his right, Sammi's bum. With the selfish arrogance that had made him a top city trader, Gareth was thinking that for the moment, he would simply take that with his finger, but later it would be his with his tongue and then his cock. Yes, he had every intention of fucking his half-sister's arse, and soon.
Sammi had already started to cum. She climaxed easily. Having Gareth's lovely, big cock buried deep in her tight, young cunt had begun her orgasm. When she felt his finger sliding into her bum she went completely over the top. The rush of feelings, the combination of sensations and the new experience of her arse being invaded did her in completely. Less than five minutes after taking her panties off and joining Gareth on the bed, her mind and body both enjoyed a new meaning to the word orgasm.
She almost smiled as she thought. 'Thanks to the stockings.'
Chapter 2
They had to be extra careful. Of course they could meet as brother and sister might, but they couldn't go out together much, in fear of being seen by someone they knew. So mostly, Sammi would go to Gareth's flat in town where they would have sex and talk. It was these sessions that more than anything brought about the changes in Sammi's attitude towards sex over the next few months.
Gareth explained at some length his 'blokeish' approach and beliefs.
"It's just a fucking commodity ain it," he'd said one afternoon as they lay naked in his bed after sex.
He went on to destroy many of Sammi's ideals and beliefs about love and sex. Slowly, she understood that sex and love could be segmented.
"You can have fucking good sex without love, but you can't have love without sex," he explained adding "Unless you're a fucking monk or something, but then they're all fucking weird aren't they?"
"It's like anything enjoyable, it's for pleasure. It's only the fucking religious nutters in the past who said it was for the procreation of children, that's just a by product.
Gareth had loads of common sense, he was street wise and had a quick mind. Intellectual, though, he was not. That was more Sammi's department as the recent award of a 2:1 Honours Degree in English from a top ten university confirmed.
She took on board what he said. She read about sex a lot and attacked the intertnet trying desperately to broaden her understanding and appreciation of just what part it should play in a woman's life. All young people struggle, to one extent or the other, with sex. Some are scared, some confused, others go over the top. Some abstain, many don't, some become promiscuous. All wonder about it, many always do, but a few, the lucky few get it about right.
