My name is James. I am the twenty-five year old virgin you may have read about in earlier stories. I am now twenty-seven. I lost my virginity to my sweet little Jewish girl Debora. The she left me for her kibbutz.
After her, I met my darling little hippie girl Samantha, and we both shared what we knew about sex. I fucked her in the ass for the first time. She was happy to learn that. She moved on to Haight/Ashbury in San Francisco. I was no longer a virgin, but I was still as horny as I could be.
Into this college town and my apartment building my sister Mandy appeared. Well, she didn't just appear. I was expecting her. I was ready to start my Senior year. I had taken off for four years to serve in the Navy. While I was away my sister had grown up. She was now twenty years old.
She had went to junior college, down in the southern part of the state, for two years. Her grades were good enough to get her into the university I was attending. It seemed a good idea for her and me to share my studio apartment. We would both save money and it would be great to really get to know her now that she was grown up.
My studio was on the fourth floor of the building. We had ten floors, so of course there was an elevator. I helped her pack all her stuff up in the elevator and we tried to stuff it all into my apartment. It was really just one big room with a bathroom separate, and the kitchenette off to the right as you entered.
The rest was a large room with a sofa, an easy chair, a table with four chairs to eat at, and over against the far wall, with the windows, two twin beds. I was used to it. I hoped Mandy could handle the close quarters.
I was five feet eight inches and one hundred and fifty pounds. My hair was brown and so were my eyes. I was fit after service and I kept it that way. Oddly enough my sister had bright red hair and green eyes. Well, it wasn't really that odd. We had different fathers, but the same mother. She was my half-sister.
She was only about five feet two inches and was light as a feather, maybe one hundred and ten pounds. She was actually quite lovely now that she was grown a bit. She had been a gawky girl two years ago when I came home from the Navy.
With seven years difference in age I had really not known her well at all. I had been away so long. But we could get closer now, and I would help her learn the ways of a large university. She was very excited about the whole situation. I think she must have looked up to me a lot more than I ever knew.
Anyway, she was happy and we spent the first evening out eating at a good restaurant, just for a treat. We couldn't do that a lot on our budget. I couldn't help seeing the looks she got where ever we walked around town. She was a pretty thing.
We settled into a routine. We would both go to bed about the same time at eleven or twelve o'clock to get up at seven for classes. It was easy. I liked to shower in the evening and she wanted to do that in the morning. We learned to cook for each other, sharing that chore and all the others to keep the apartment neat and clean. We were both light sleepers. We were both quiet, so it didn't bother us.
After about a month I started noticing that as I drifted off to sleep I would hear a soft movement in the twin bed next to mine as if Mandy was shifting about to find a better position maybe.
Personally it did not bother me. I tried to keep my own movements quiet. You see. I was jerking off almost every night into a sock. I had learned to do that in the barracks I had shared with dozens of other sailors. I think we all did it but we never talked of it.
It finally occurred to me that maybe Mandy was doing the same thing. Not into a sock of course. Just diddling her twat. You know. It dawned on me that my sister had not dated at all in the time here at school.
Well, neither had I for that matter. It seemed we had both been too busy. It didn't bother me that she might be sexually active. It was only fair. I was, as much as possible. But thinking of her putting her fingers into her pussy with its red pubic hair was a real turn on for me.
I started jerking off harder and harder every night. I was getting godawfully horny. At last, one night, Mandy turned on the bedside lamp and confronted me.
"Jimmy, what is all the squeaking and stuff going on over there. I can't sleep."
"Mandy, wow, I guess you're old enough to know about sex, right?"
She blushed a bright red, almost as red as her hair. Then she started to cry.
"Baby, what's wrong? Mandy, talk to me. What's the problem? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up sex."
"No, Jimmy, it's not that. Oh, hell, you don't understand. I've never had sex with anyone else. I'm still a virgin!"
