She had discovered masturbation a couple of years ago by accident, taking a bath and cleaning herself and feeling something nice from rubbing between her legs, something she'd not felt from washing before. It happened a few more times, so being studious and intellectual, she researched it having never been given any kind of sexual education from her parents. It wasn't long before her hand became her best friend, particularly since she had no
real
friends, and orgasms became one of her favorite past times, next to learning.
Allie loved to read and study. She was a straight A student and a nerd. And that's how the kids at school referred to her. As a result, she was not popular with her fellow students and that explained why she had no real friends. Even the other nerds had little to do with her because she was generally smarter than they were, and most were quite intimidated by that.
Of course, she'd never been on a date, and when she wasn't studying, Allie uncharacteristically enjoyed reading sex stories. She'd discovered Literotica, and the stories she read not only provided her with a different kind of education, they were the stimulation for some of the best orgasms she was able to give herself.
The stories also served to illustrate to her some of the social activities she did not have, such as having female friends and dating boys. But in reality, not many of the girls in her classes or around school seemed like the sort of people she wanted to be friends with, and too many of the boys were too immature for her intellect. However, there was one interaction she did desire:
actual sex.
Because of her immense enjoyment of orgasms and from the stories she read, Allie really wanted to be fucked. She wanted to experience real sex. Vaginal penetration. The problem was, the guys whom she thought might be good candidates wouldn't even give her the time of day. When she first started having this desire, that's all it was. However, as the days and weeks wore on, it turned into desperation which became obsession. Unfortunately, none of that became reality.
"What's the matter?" her brother Dustin asked, discovering her in a moment of deep frustration.
Allie had always been very careful about revealing her true feelings to anyone, including her family, and it frustrated her even more that she had sunk to a level that she had been caught. She tried, "Nothing."
But even the tone of her voice did not convince him. "Doesn't sound like nothing." Like everyone else, Dustin knew his sister was a nerd, the complete opposite of himself, so the result was little interaction. But she was his sister and he did love her. He'd considered attempting to change her, but she always seemed comfortable with whom she was, so he let it go. This was as troubled as he'd ever seen her. "What's going on? Something happen at school?"
"The problem is,
nothing
happens," Allie blabbed without thinking about what she was saying.
"What do you mean,
nothing
happens?"
She looked at him with frightened eyes, realizing what she had said. "No, nothing happened," she tried as a cover-up.
"That's not what you said," Dustin pointed out. "And I don't think that's what you meant."
"I was lost in thought. Wasn't really thinking about how I phrased it."
"Okay. Well, if
nothing
happened, why do you have this troubled expression on your face?"
With a huff, Allie almost barked, "Just leave me alone. There's
nothing
wrong."
"Now, I
know
there is. You're not usually this defensive." Dustin leaned closer to look her into the eyes. "You know I care about you. I want to help you. Please talk to me."
Knowing he meant well, Allie faced him, but instead of issuing another denial, which had been her intent, she saw something that she'd never really noticed before. Her brother was extremely handsome. But she just as quickly berated herself. Was she
that
desperate? Had she sunk so low that she was now noticing her
brother?
Then again, thinking about many of the Literotica stories she read about siblings, just as instantly, she thought, why not? Finally, she said, "I've come to the realization that I'm eighteen years old, I've never been on a date, never kissed a boy, never
been
with a boy."
"I kinda thought those things didn't matter to you?" he asked with a shrug.
"They never used to, but, well, I . . . I'm getting
urges."
Was she really saying this to her brother?
"Urges?"
Allie took a deep breath. "Yes.
Urges.
You knowโ" another deep breath "
sex
ual urges."
"Oh," Dustin said, suddenly understanding.
"And, you know, most boys won't even talk to me let alone do any more."
He nodded. Dustin wasn't really surprised. His sister looked the part of a nerd: she wore no make-up, had big round glasses, dressed in frumpy clothes; her appearance would not attract male eyes. "Do youโ" now he couldn't believe they were having this conversation "you know, masturbate?"
"Of course, I
mas
turbate." She said it as though how could he think she didn't.
"That doesn't help?"
"It
helps
, but, you know, I want more."
"Uh-huh."
"Why don't boys like me?" Allie asked as though she truly didn't understand why.
That was a tough one. Dustin couldn't tell her it was because of her looks. That would destroy her. What could he say? "Maybe you just haven't found the right one."
"Well, suppose you weren't my brother. Would
you
want to have sex with me?"
With a grimace, Dustin said, "I can't say because you
are
my sister." He knew it was a poor reason the moment he said it.
"You can't even
imagine?"
She stood up. "Do I look
that
bad?" She spun around.
Oh, god, how did he answer that one? "Uh, well, uh, you, uh, you kinda dress, uh, you know, for your own . . .
comfort."
"My own
comfort?"
Allie frowned. "What does
that