Please No More Knuckles

The story takes place in 1962, a simpler time when privacy still existed. There were no cell phones or computers, a 21" television was considered enormous, and DNA tests were far off in the future. Elvis Presley was still lean and handsome after finishing his military service.

This story is my entry in the

Literotica Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2024

. I could have easily posted it in the ' Incest Taboo' category but chose 'First Time' instead. Unlike most of my works, there is only mild non-consent and no drugs.

I have changed the names of the people who inspired this story and embellished some details.

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My older sister, Susan, was on her knees, begging with her battered hands clasped together. "Please! I can't take any more knuckles. Show some pity, Joel. You've already drawn blood."

My sadistic friend had just destroyed my sister at a hand of Knuckles. Not only had she gotten the highest penalty count possible, but she had drawn a red face card. It meant Joel got to give her 52 of the most brutal raps on her knuckles using the edge of the deck of cards. We had been sitting on the rug playing for nearly an hour, and all of us had sore knuckles. The worst hand I'd played left me with 16 hard whacks, and I was still smarting from the blows my sister had administered with a grin. However, both girls had suffered far worse abuse than I had at Joel's hands. His string of luck was unbelievable.

Joel was sitting on the floor like a king as he leaned back against the front of his uncle and aunt's living room couch. My friend grinned as his eyes drifted across my older sister's ripe body. Susan was kneeling on the rug in front of her tormentor. Her long legs were bare below her loose shorts. She was sobbing as she nursed her hand. I watched her plump breasts heaving beneath a sleeveless tank top with each breath as tears slid down her face. I knew Joel had an even better view of the top of her breasts down the scoop neck. The first dozen blows must have really stung for her to beg. My sister is one of the most competitive people I know.

Joel said, "Don't tell me you want to quit after repeatedly abusing my knuckles for the last hour."

"You're too rough. I'll be a bloody mess after 52 blows. There must be some other way to pay my penalty."

When Joel grinned, I knew he'd planned the whole thing. I'd watched him practicing dealing cards a couple of days ago, and I knew he could deal from the bottom of the deck. I kept my mouth closed because I knew he'd had a crush on my gorgeous older sister for years. Curiosity kept me silent. How far would the big high school running back get with a popular UCLA cheerleader who was three years his senior? Were his rugged good looks enough to bridge the chasm between their ages?

"Perhaps we could settle the score for money. How about a dollar a point."

[I should mention that I'm writing this story in 2024. A dollar in 1962 would have the same purchasing power as ten dollars today. At a dollar a point, my sister's fifty-two-point penalty would be the equivalent of over $500 in today's dollars. My sister was lucky to earn fifty cents an hour for babysitting.]

"Fifty-two dollars! You're kidding. I only have twenty-one dollars and change in the bank. How about a penny a point?"

Joel laughed. "Make it a dime a point, and you have a deal."

My sister said, "OK, but you'll have to trust me. I don't have any money with me."

Joel sneered. "Not a chance. Tomorrow, you'll laugh it off. My Dad owns a store in Queens. He warned me about giving credit, especially to friends. I want to be paid now. You can sell me your socks and sneakers for the money you owe me."

My sister glared at my obnoxious friend while I hid a grin. Now, I knew his game. I wasn't sure my sister would fall for it. However, selling her socks and sneakers sounded innocent enough to my sister, and she agreed. Once the precedence had been set, we all accepted the practice of selling clothes instead of painful whacks on the knuckles.

My sister opened a second bottle of cold white table wine she had liberated from our father's cellar. I wasn't used to drinking, and I was already starting to feel a glow from my second glass. I began fantasizing about just how far Joel could convince a pair of sophisticated college girls to go. The thought of seeing Ellie in her panties and bra made my cock embarrassingly hard.

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Our next-door neighbors were a middle-class Jewish family that had been friends with our family since I was a toddler. My older sister, Susan, and the neighbor's only child, Eliana, were cheerleaders at UCLA. They've been best friends since grade school and now share a room in a popular sorority house. I had loved watching them prance around in their short, pleated skirts when they were cheerleaders at Monrovia High School. I brought my Dad's binoculars to every football game so I could check out Ellie's curvy spandex-covered ass whenever her short skirt flipped up to show her skintight spanky pants.

Both of the girls are beautiful in their way. Ellie is a petite brunette with locks of hair that flow down to the top of her athletic ass. She usually wears her hair in a sexy French braid that compliments her dark eyes and Mediterranean complexion. She is barely 5' tall and maybe 105 pounds after a heavy dinner. Her perky breasts are perfectly proportioned to her diminutive frame. Her boyish hips meant that her athletic ass stuck out more than most women.

Ellie is very gregarious and has a smile that can melt a glacier at a thousand yards. She was the girl on top when the cheerleaders made a three-level pyramid. I loved watching Ellie flash her skintight shorts whenever the other cheerleaders flipped the little girl into the air. I had fantasized about Ellie since I reached puberty, even though she was three years older than me and was one of the most popular girls in our high school.

On the other hand, my gorgeous sister is a tall, voluptuous brunette with long legs, a dynamite ass, and large plump breasts. Her naturally dark hair may be dyed platinum blond, but her overly generous breasts are natural. All the women on both sides of our family tree have large breasts, and Susan inherited a double dose of massive breast genes. I've never checked her bra size, but I'm sure that they are large enough to satisfy the most enthusiastic breast fanatic. However, I follow the rule that all you need is a handful. Judging how Ellie fills out her cheerleading sweater, I'd say her perky breasts would fill my medium-sized hands. I think my sister's plump, ripe melons would easily overflow both of my hands at once.

Ellie's cousin, Joel, lives in New York City and came out to stay every summer. I'd first met him when we were both eight years old. I was a shy, skinny kid who spent too much time reading, according to my father. Joel was a heavy-set kid with an infinite source of mischievous ideas. He lived in a rough part of Queens, and his parents sent him to stay with his relatives during summer break to keep him out of trouble.

His uncle and aunt hoped that I would be a calming influence. Instead, he brought out my wild side. One Fourth of July, he set the crowns of two palm trees on fire. He told the firefighters it was an accident, but I'd helped him fire one bottle rocket after another into the first tree. Once it was burning, we 'accidentally' set the second one on fire.

Joel was too big and wild for Ellie to babysit alone, so when the Friedmanns wanted to go out for the evening, they hired my sister to help their petite daughter. Somehow, my sister usually managed to curtail Joel's wilder impulses. I enjoyed those times because the four of us would watch TV or play board games. I couldn't keep my eyes off Ellie and did everything I could to make her laugh. Looking back on it, I realize Joel also had a crush on my sister from the first time he met her.

Susan and I were at the Friedmann's house because our parents had joined Ellie's on a weekend trip to Palm Springs. Even though Joel had matured, the Friedmanns asked my sister to keep an eye on things. There had been too many expensive 'accidents' over the years.

It was the summer after our senior year. Joel and I were both looking forward to college. I had an academic scholarship to Case Institute of Technology, while Joel had an athletic scholarship to Columbia. Joel was a 6' 2" tall, 220-pound running back who had caught the eye of every football scout on the East Coast. If I believed his stories, he also had every girl in his high school lusting after him.

On the other hand, I was 5' 11" and 156 pounds, dripping wet with my glasses on. Everyone on both sides of my family, except me and my mother's father, has dark hair and a robust build. Both my grandfather and I are what my relatives laughingly describe as slim, blond, blue-eyed Norwegians. No matter how much protein I consumed or how much time I spent in the high school weight room, I could never bulk up. Except for running cross country and track, I was a complete nerd. In my senior year, I was elected president of the chess club. My idea of a hot Saturday night date was going to a fellow nerd's house and playing chess. Joel was about to change my life dramatically.

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An hour later, Joel and I were down to our boxers. Ellie had lost everything except her bra and white panties. Despite being the first to lose any clothes, my sister had managed to retain her bikini panties and lacy bra. We'd finished the second bottle of Chablis and started on a third one. For a change, I had won a big hand, and Ellie owed me nearly six dollars. I figured that was about what her panties and bra had cost her. I got hard just thinking about what I would see in a moment. I shifted awkwardly on the floor to hide my erection.

A moment ago, the petite cheerleader sitting across from me had been laughing as she played what she thought was a sure winner. Now, Ellie was squirming under my hungry gaze.

"I can't be the first one to get naked. Maybe we could do something else, like five minutes in Paradise?"

Like I said. I'm a nerd. I didn't go to parties with the popular crowd. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Joel laughed. "Steve, you'll love it. You and Ellie go into a dark closet together. For the next five minutes, you can kiss and touch each other anywhere. You can caress your partner's clothes, but you're not allowed to slip your fingers inside their underwear. I'll keep time and let you know when to stop."

I thought my heart would seize. Ellie was so far out of my league that I thought the only time I would enjoy her charms was in my dreams. My eyes followed her athletic legs up to her bikini panties. I could see a small wet spot in the crotch that hadn't been there when she removed her shorts. My eyes caressed the sweet flesh of her ample breasts bulging out of the top of her frilly bra. Her face betrayed a small smile as my eyes searched for a hint of consent. Little did I know that I was the prey in this encounter.

She looked me straight in my eyes and smiled encouragingly. "Well, are five minutes in Paradise sufficient to pay my debt?"

Joel said, "You owe six dollars, so it ought to be six minutes."

Ellie glared at her cousin. "Fine! I'll do six minutes if it's acceptable to Steve."

My brain was on fire with raging hormones. I was incapable of speech or coherent thought, so I nodded enthusiastically.

Ellie stood up and took my hand. She led me to the coat closet by the front door and said, "Joel, you can start timing us when we close the door."

It was a small closet, and the air was warm and stuffy. I was intensely aware of sweet little Ellie standing before me in the dark. I could smell her familiar perfume combined with the scent of her warm body. The hint of another more exotic fragrance reminded me of the sweet, tangy odor of freshly baked bread.

Ellie didn't give me more than a moment to adapt to my surroundings. She slipped her arm around my waist and pressed her nubile body against mine. I sucked in my breath and trembled at the foreign sensation of bare skin touching mine. Her other hand slid up my hairless chest. She paused a moment to caress my nipples before sliding her body up mine by standing on her tiptoes. I was at least nine inches taller than the intoxicating girl who had inhabited my dreams for years.

Ellie whispered, "You can kiss me if you want."

It took all my strength to utter a reply. "I've never kissed a girl before. Are you sure you want me to kiss you? I'll probably disappoint you. We can talk for six minutes if you want."

The popular cheerleader laughed. "You're so sweet. That's what I like about you. You're smart and handsome, but you're not full of yourself like most of the boys I date. I've daydreamed about my best friend's little brother for years. Now that I have you alone, I'm not letting you escape. I'm thrilled to be the girl who gives you your first kiss. Now, press your lips against mine, and I'll teach you how to make a woman happy."

My head was in turmoil, and my heart pounded as I leaned down. I couldn't see her face, but Ellie placed her soft hand on the back of my neck and guided my lips to hers. After a moment, I thought that I would pass out. My partner in Paradise broke the kiss to suggest I try breathing while kissing. She offered several other suggestions before pressing her lips back against mine. It wasn't long before she introduced me to French kissing. I felt weak in the knees as our tongues danced together.

She must have sensed my discomfort from being forced to bend over to kiss her. Our excursion to Paradise became more exciting when Ellie jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. She clung to me with both arms around my neck. The gorgeous little cheerleader shimmied her barely concealed breasts against my chest as we resumed kissing. She felt light compared to the weights I lifted in the gym, but she was the one doing all the work.

After a few seconds, she broke our kiss. "It would be nice if you helped hold me up with your hands under my butt."

I just about had a stroke hearing her request. I thought Ellie's ass was one of the seven wonders of the world. I couldn't believe she had asked me to hold her curvy ass cheeks. Of course, I complied. Even covered by her panties, her athletic ass felt far more incredible than my wildest daydreams. Each of my hands cupped one of her magnificent ass cheeks as we resumed kissing. When she'd jumped up, she had trapped my cock between our sweaty bodies, and I got harder with my hands on her ass. I groaned when she began grinding her moist panties against my cock. The stimulation was so intense I was afraid that I would cum in my boxers.

Before I could embarrass myself, Ellie said, "Have you ever tried oral sex?"

I croaked out my response, "What do you mean?"

"You know, like a blow job."

I had a vague idea of what she was talking about from overhearing guys in the gym.

"No, I haven't ever had a blow job. I'm sorry. I'm new to this."

"Would you like one?"

"Um... Yes, please."

Ellie laughed at my formal response as she slid to her knees. I stupidly objected when she reached inside my boxers and pulled out my already hard cock.

"Ellie, you're violating the rules. Joel said we weren't allowed to touch anything covered by our clothes."

"Silly, your erection was sticking out of your fly. Now, relax. I'm going to blow your cock and your mind."

I groaned when her warm hands began sliding up and down my erection. Somehow, I got even harder when she slowly licked me from the base of my cock to the tip. After several more licks, I was straining to hold myself from cumming on her pretty face. She firmly held the base of my cock as she wrapped her lips around the mushroom head and swirled her tongue around the tip. Ellie managed to bob her head up and down my throbbing cock a couple of times before I shot my load against the back of her throat. She milked my pulsing balls as her other hand pumped my cock to extract every drop of cum she could. They should have called it 20 Seconds in Paradise.

After Ellie licked me clean, she stood up and said, "Now it's your turn to return the favor."

I wished girls came with an illustrated user's manual. I had no idea how to return the favor, but Ellie had patiently explained the finer points of kissing. Maybe she would help me if I asked nicely.

"Ellie, can you show me, please? I've never even seen a girl naked. I have no idea how to return the favor."

Ellie laughed but quickly made sure I realized she wasn't laughing at me. "You're so sweet. This is going to be so much fun. I love being your teacher."

Ellie rubbed her body against mine as she stood on her tiptoes to reach a cord overhead. I blinked as the closet was flooded with light. While I was adjusting to the light, Ellie put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I had to grab her hips to keep myself from falling over. My face was inches away from her white bikini panties. The moist cotton was molded to the treasures hidden inside. I inhaled sharply and filled my lungs with the sweet yeasty smell of her pussy. I started to reach for Paradise.

Ellie took my hand and guided my fingers to the inside of her upper thigh. "Relax. Take it slow. Women take longer to warm up than guys. If you grab a girl by the pussy without sufficient foreplay, she'll slap your face and show you the door."

Well, I was happy to take my time. It was a thrill just to have my hand caressing the soft inner flesh of my dream girl's firm thigh. I slipped my other hand up the back of her leg and began massaging her ass cheek. I hoped I wasn't rushing things.

"Now, you're getting the hang of it. Just a little more petting, and we'll proceed to the next stage."

Soon enough, my fingers were at the top of her thigh, tracing the edges of her panties. I brushed my fingertips across several curly dark hairs that had escaped the sides. Ellie moaned when my fingers followed the edges between her thighs. I was surprised to feel how wet the crotch of her panties was.

Ellie grasped my hand and spread it over the swelling at the bottom of her abdomen.

"This is my mound. I'm aroused enough now that you can caress it if you are gentle."

I carefully massaged her panty-covered mound and ached for a glimpse of what remained concealed. Unfortunately, I believed in following the rules. I was only allowed to touch what I could see. As we headed for the closet, Joel had warned me that I wasn't allowed to slip my fingers inside her panties. I was dying to see the hidden mysteries, but it would have to wait until she lost another round of knuckles. I hoped the girls wouldn't stop playing before I could glimpse Paradise.

In 1962, my primary source of erotic imagery was the pile of dog-eared Playboy magazines I found hidden under my older brother's mattress. They were fantastic for the variety of big breasts. As to what lay under Ellie's panties, all Playboy showed was a mass of pubic hair. The public library was no help either. Some pervert had cut out the picture of a woman's reproductive system from the Encyclopedia Britannica. When I entered the closet with Ellie, the secrets of a woman's anatomy were a complete mystery to me.

There are advantages to having an older woman mentor you in the sexual arts. Ellie may have appeared to be unselfish when she gave me my first blow job, but she fully intended for me to return the favor. She didn't give a damn about her cousin's stupid rules, but to please me, she pretended to obey them. I was stunned when she grabbed the waistband of her panties and twisted them around on her waist. Her fingers slipped the leg hole over to expose her hidden treasure.