This happened many years ago, but is still as fresh in my mind today as ever. Even now as I pass into my mid-fifties, I still become aroused and excited as I recall a time when things were much more innocent.
I was the only boy among many sisters, all of whom are older than me except one. I suppose over the years I had been fortunate to catch the odd glimpse of a sisters' breasts, perhaps the occasional naked bottom, and I do recall seeing the pubic hair of one of the older girls once. All that was way before the incident I am about to share with you.
Although I was at an age when I should have been going with girls, at 18 I was a bit shy and still very innocent (having not actually been with one). I lived a very sheltered life until I was much older. I took a lot of flack from young men my own age who I worked with; they were constantly asking when I was going to "break my duck". I hated them for it.
Our house was full of girls; I was becoming more aware of how delightful the female form was, and so I was also increasingly horny, and as time went on, I became desperate. In the early 1970's television stations used to shut off around midnight, and you hardly ever saw any naked flesh on the screen except perhaps in the late night horror flick shown on Friday nights. I always stayed up late after everyone had gone to bed in the hope of seeing a pair of tits (you could almost guarantee some nakedness in the old Dracula films) and I would wank myself off as I ogled these lovely ladies, keeping my ears open for any movement from upstairs.
One particular night I was gearing myself up to watch a horror film as everyone had wandered off to bed, but one of my sisters, Christine, who was about a year and a half older then me, decided to stay up and watch the TV with me. I was totally disappointed and quickly switched the TV to another channel so my sister couldn't see what I was about to watch. After a few minutes of watching something totally boring, Christine suggested we turn over to see what else there was on. She slipped off the settee and knelt in front of the box turning the channel selector. She eventually came to what she thought was the best selection of the three channels we had. "Is this OK, Mart?" she asked. I said it was; but then, I knew it was: it was my horror flick. We sat together on the settee and began to watch it.
Soon the brides of Dracula began to appear and they looked as sexy as hell in what looked like transparent white gowns,you could clearly see the shape of their tits and also their erect nipples. If I had been alone as usual my cock would have been out and I would have been stroking it. I could feel myself getting hard as I watched the screen. Christine glanced over at me and teased, "So this is why you stay up late on Fridays!" I tried to defend myself, saying it wasn't, but she was having none of it.
"You naughty boy, Martin; I didn't realize what my little brother was up to." There was a smile on her face, so I knew she was only teasing but I still felt embarrassed.
Again I attempted to voice my innocence. She told me not to worry and that she was only teasing.
We continued to watch in silence, and I was getting hornier by the minute as things got hotter on the box. It was perhaps nothing compared to today's standards but pretty racy for then, especially when you are watching it with your big sister.
There was a scene which I will always remember because it was so hot and it had such an effect on Christine.
There was a particular bride of Dracula who was extremely voluptuous (very similar to Christine) and sported a heavy looking pair of breasts. She was writhing about straddling this gravestone, dressed in a gown which seemed to hug those big tits, and she was gyrating her hips, swaying to and fro. After a few moments of this suspense, she slowly removed her gown! Fucking hell! What a magnificent pair of tits and most certainly worthy of a wank. I tried not to look at Christine; both of us were glued to the screen. Dracula's bride gyrated her hips vigorously and her heavy tits swayed. This was the hottest of horror flicks I had seen and I was desperate to stroke my aching cock, if only Christine wasn't here with me. Next, the bride lay down on top of the gravestone and began to writhe about, her hands moving up and caressing those big, heavy tits. She was thrusting her hips upwards, and soon a hand moved between her legs; you couldn't see anything much but we knew she was rubbing her pussy through the material of her panties. She kept thrusting her hips up and down lifting her arse off the ground. Christine threw a quick glance over at me. I was glad we were lit only by the dim flickering glow of the television screen.
The scene seemed to go on for ages, but eventually it faded out and the film continued.
Christine looked at me and drew in a deep breath and blew it out again in a heavy sigh before speaking. Her voice was shaking as she whispered, "Phew! Bloody hell, that was sexy, wasn't it?" At first, I didn't know how to react, but in an equally shaky voice I agreed. We sat and watched as more erotic scenes unfolded before us. I sensed that my sister was feeling edgy. She was fidgeting and she whispered again, "I can't believe what we just saw Mart." I smiled nervously, and when she asked if the films were always like this, I told her that sometimes they are. Christine teased me again saying she could see why I liked to stay up now. I smiled at her again; what else could I do?
The buxom bride reappeared on screen, clothed this time but with plenty of her ample cleavage on display. Christine sighed again as the film kept showing blurred flashbacks to the gravestone scene as the bride supposedly recalled the passionate moment. She seemed fidgety, so I turned to her and whispered, "you alright, Chrissy?"
"Yeah, I'm alright Mart."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it's just so bloody sexy, don't you think so?"
"Yeah, I do."
Then Christine surprised me as Dracula held his victim and nuzzled her bulging cleavage: "Bloody hell, I'm getting all hot and bothered here, Mart."
Again I was stuck for what to say. I inadequately asked, "Are you really?"
"Yes, I am; aren't you?"
"Um, uh, well maybe."
Christine was definitely getting worked up and her inhibitions if she had any seemed to melt away as she continued openly, "Blimey, Mart, I really am randy!" I swallowed deeply and just looked at her in silence. She continued, "Aren't you then?"
She was waiting for an answer. "Well yeah, sis, I am a bit." I was actually as horny as fuck and I was desperate to tug myself off. Oh, if only she had gone to bed like the rest of the family! There was a rush of blood to my head and I felt dizzy as I heard her whisper, "Are you hard, Martin?"
"Bloody hell sis! What?!"
"I'm only asking Mart 'cause I'm as randy as hell, I just wanted to know if you were too."
I was shocked at first and she prompted me for an answer: "Well? Are you?"
I cleared my throat, "Ah, well, yeah, I am."
"Thought so."
"What do you mean?"
She chuckled. "Even in this light I can see it."
"Bloody hell sis!"
"It's OK, Mart, it's natural, ennit."
"Yeah, I know, but you shouldn't say that, it's a bit embarrassing."
"Why? It's only words, ennit."
"Yeah, I suppose so."
A few minutes passed and Christine spoke again, "You still hard, Mart?" I felt slightly more at ease now but hesitated as I said I was, then followed it up by asking if she was still hot and bothered. She told me she was and would be till later. Now it was my turn to probe.
"What do you mean later?"
"Use your imagination, brother dear."
I smiled knowingly at her, and somehow found the courage to say, "Me, too." My big sister who was still without any sexual experience herself was seemingly quite wise in sexual matters and was also comfortable enough to suggest, "I bet if I wasn't here, Mart, you would be unzipping yourself and getting him out." I was shocked at her nerve and openness but I felt another jolt of excitement rush through me, as my nerve grew stronger along with my cock. I answered her just as openly, "Yeah, you are probably right, sister dear." She was smiling like a Cheshire Cat as she urged me on, "Go on, then; what's stopping you?"
"Um, its pretty obvious, isn't it?"
"Go on, don't let me stop you; you know you want to,go on: I dare ya!"
As much as I wanted to do it I was afraid to, but I really wanted to shock her for her brazenness and I was so damned horny. Christine's eyes focused on my groin as I attempted to coyly hide the lump beneath my hands.
