All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.
This was a real event that happened in 1969, when, bear in mind, there was no internet where anyone could readily obtain information like today. Only the descriptions have been embellished to make a more readable story. There is an element of cheating in the story, so if you don't agree with that, you don't have to read it, otherwise, enjoy.
Part One. The questions begin.
It was the time of mini-skirts, Austin Minis (I had one then), and just around the time the Beatles were breaking up, that at 20, I met and started going out with Jayne, who would eventually be my first wife. She was the same age as me, very slim, had long dark hair, as was the fashion, long legs, and wore the tiniest skirts you could imagine. She lived with her parents and had an elder brother and sister, both of whom had married and left home, and a younger sister Sarah, who was just 17 at the time, lived at home too and was in the final year of school.
I met Jayne in late spring at my school reunion dance, where she and her sister had been dragged by one of her friends who had been a former pupil at the same school as me. The three girls, the one I knew and the other two, were of course dancing together, around their handbags that they had placed on the floor - it's what they did then. When their friend left them to go and talk to another group, me and my mate plucked up the courage to shuffle over and join them, being the only two girls we could see that we hadn't been to school with.
They seemed happy for us to join them and having got their names, and introduced myself as Pete and my mate Dave, were soon chatting and asking the usual questions like 'what do you do', 'where do you live' etc. while we carried on dancing. We seemed to be getting on well, me with Jayne and Dave with her sister Sarah. As sisters, they didn't look alike at all. They were both about the same height, around five foot six or so, however, Sarah was a redhead, with curly hair, light skin and freckles, while Jayne was dark haired and very slim with only a slight indication of breasts. Sarah had more of a figure and so had a bit more shape to her, and from what I could see, nicely shaped, larger breasts. I was more a leg man in those days and Jayne more than made up for having not much 'up top' with her long slim legs, most of which were showing from under her small skirt. We stayed with them for the rest of the evening and at the end, it was natural then that we agreed to meet them as a foursome later in the week and go ten pin bowling at a local venue.
Jayne it turned out was training to be a nurse, and so worked varying shifts at the hospital, so we had arranged our date to coincide with her day off and an evening when her sister didn't have a lot of schoolwork to do.
It all went well, but we realised that going out as a regular foursome was difficult to arrange because of Jayne's shifts and Sarah's schoolwork, so that was the first and only time we did.
Time moved on and Jayne and I continued to date regularly. I didn't see much of Dave as most of my free time was now taken up visiting Jayne and taking her out. Apparently, Dave and Sarah's relationship didn't go so well and one night about 6 months later, Jayne told me they were no longer going out together. She said that Sarah had told her Dave thought she was a bit immature and had found someone a little older, so they had ended it.
I was often at Jayne's house for the evening as we couldn't afford to go out every time, so I did get to know Sarah a little better and we got on well. The three of us often sat on the wide sofa together in the evening watching TV and had chatted about a lot of things. I personally didn't think she was that immature, although she was a little school and study orientated, but that was to be expected as she was nearing her final exams. Nothing ever happened at this time, she was just Jayne's sister and was often around.
A few months later, it was Sarah's 18th birthday, and their parents invited the family round for a few drinks and a buffet, so there were quite a few people there.
We all milled around chatting, drinking and filling our plates from the buffet that her Mom had prepared, and it was a very convivial evening.
The other people were standing or siting chatting, but I found myself at the buffet with Sarah, both getting a second helping.
"Pete," she said, looking round to see where everyone else was, "can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," I replied, wondering why she had got me alone to ask.
"Well, you're a bloke, right?"
"Was last time I looked," I joked.
"Ha ha, funny, no, seriously, I need to ask you something."
"Ok sorry," I said, intrigued now.
"I meant, as a bloke I need your opinion," she said quietly, a slight blush creeping up her neck.
"Right, go on then."
She looked round again to make sure she wasn't being overheard. "If... if a girl offered it to you on a plate, would you accept?" she asked, concentrating on her plate of food.
This question threw me, for a moment, did she really mean to ask what I thought it meant, or had I misinterpreted it. I wasn't sure
"Ehmm, I'm not sure what you mean." I whispered, playing for time.
"Yes, you do," she said, her green eyes flashing at me, "don't procrastinate, I just want a truthful answer from a bloke I trust."
"Well," I started, "I suppose it would depend on who was offering and what the circumstances were."
"Yes, but would you be tempted?"
This was getting a little awkward with people not too far away.
"I'm not sure you should be asking me this, after all I am going out with your sister. I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea," I replied.
"I am not going to say anything, and I don't think I can ask anyone else; I just want to know what you would think." she pressed.
I paused for a moment, "I guess I could be tempted, if it was someone like you for instance," I smirked.
She blushed even more, "Oh... okay, well thanks for being honest, I just wanted to know how blokes thought." she mumbled.
"What's this about," I asked.
"It's nothing," she said, "I was just thinking about something, it's not important," she finished, as she slowly moved away.
It clearly was important I thought, or why would she risk embarrassment asking me. I didn't know what had prompted the question, but I was secretly pleased that she trusted me enough to ask me and a little intrigued.
The rest of the evening passed pleasantly enough and eventually the visiting family members left and the rest went to bed, leaving Jayne and myself alone at last in the living room. We had messed about before when everyone was in bed, but we were too nervous about doing much now, as we had nearly been caught a couple of times before by her Mom. We had also gone 'all the way' a few times both on the sofa and in the back of my Mini, but it required a lot of manoeuvring in there, and it wasn't very comfortable squashed in the back. One afternoon we had actually managed to do it in her bed while her parents were at work and Sarah was at school, that was much more comfortable and safer.
This time though, we only went as far as kissing for a while and then she let me put my hand up under her top and fondle her small breasts until I had got her nipples hard. I then transferred my hand up under her short skirt and down into her knickers, slowly finger fucking her for a while as we kissed, until she said she was really tired, and I knew it was my cue to leave. On those evenings, I would drive home with blue balls and the smell of her on my fingers.
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The next time I went to see Jayne was a weekday, when she had been on an early shift, and theoretically finished at 4pm. We just intended to stay in for most of the evening or perhaps go to a local pub for an hour or so later, just to get a bit of privacy from the rest of the household.
I got there about 4:30pm, giving her a bit of time to freshen up a bit when she got home after her long day. Sarah answered the door which she did sometimes, and let me in. She was wearing a short, dark crop-top, that showed off her breasts and left a little of her stomach showing, along with a short, flared skirt and bare legs. She had obviously changed out of her school wear into something more casual. I couldn't help looking a little longer than perhaps I should have, but she was looking 'girl next door' attractive in that outfit.
"Sorry Pete," she said, "Jayne has just phoned, they need her to stay for another couple of hours, I couldn't get hold of you as you had already left home."
"Oh, that's a shame, I guess she will be more tired than normal," I replied, wondering if she would want to stay up late after such a long day.
"Maybe, but go have a seat in the living room, and I'll get you a drink, I was just about to make myself a cup of tea anyway."
"Thanks tea would be great."
I sat down at one end of the three-seater sofa and after a few minutes Sarah appeared carrying two mugs of tea and a few biscuits on a plate. I was slightly surprised that after she had put the cups down on the low table in front of the sofa, she came and sat right next to me on the centre seat. She turned very slightly towards me and was showing a lot of bare leg.
I made some conversation about her schoolwork and forthcoming exams, she in turn asked me about work and a few mundane things as we sipped our hot tea. It was all very normal, as I said, we got on well and it wasn't unusual to be chatting like this as friends, during the times I had waited for Jayne to get ready upstairs, on other occasions.
