Sexual awakening E-Book

Tricia Williams

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 138

Beschreibung

Once a month, on Friday evening, all Saturday and most of Sunday, this was always a strange time in the house where I grew up. On these weekends, my older sister, I and my younger brother were literally banished from our own house. All I knew was that I had to camp at my grandparents' house or stay with my girlfriends. I never minded that, because this was my time of freedom. My grandparents did not set a curfew and let me drive their cars, and my girlfriend's parents were usually away for the weekend. (That always made me curious.) Nice setup for me, because the rest of the time my parents were really strict and always kept an eye on us. We live in the suburbs of Maryland outside of Washington, DC. Besides my mom and dad, their three children, Katrina, Karmen, and Karlos live there. I'm Karmen. While our neighborhood can be described as affluent, my parents have always kept me and my siblings very deeply rooted. My parents have been married for about 19 years. They met while studying at Georgetown University. My father was born and raised in Washington, DC. His mother was half Seminole and half black. He didn't know his father, he just knew that he was a white man who used to be in DC on business a lot. My mother is Filipino and came to the States with her mother as a teenager. She grew up outside DC in Arlington, Virginia. Both worked for the State Department and had achieved high security clearances as well as high leadership positions. My oldest sister is actually my half-sister. My father was wild in high school and had a daughter before he was 18. She came to us when she was 14, and I was 9 years old. My younger brother is 14 years old and started eating his wild oats, just like his father did when he was in high school.

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Sexual awakening

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

Sexual Awakening is an erotic short story.

But now for my actual person. My name is Tricia Williams. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia in 1992. When I was 6 years old we emigrated to Germany. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories became. And that's what I do now.

I don't stick to any fixed conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Tricia

Sexual awakening

Once a month, on Friday evening, all Saturday and most of Sunday, this was always a strange time in the house where I grew up. On these weekends, my older sister, I and my younger brother were literally banished from our own house. All I knew was that I had to camp at my grandparents' house or stay with my girlfriends. I never minded that, because this was my time of freedom. My grandparents did not set a curfew and let me drive their cars, and my girlfriend's parents were usually away for the weekend. (That always made me curious.) Nice setup for me, because the rest of the time my parents were really strict and always kept an eye on us.

We live in the suburbs of Maryland outside of Washington, DC. Besides my mom and dad, their three children, Katrina, Karmen, and Karlos live there. I'm Karmen. While our neighborhood can be described as affluent, my parents have always kept me and my siblings very deeply rooted. My parents have been married for about 19 years. They met while studying at Georgetown University. My father was born and raised in Washington, DC.

His mother was half Seminole and half black. He didn't know his father, he just knew that he was a white man who used to be in DC on business a lot. My mother is Filipino and came to the States with her mother as a teenager. She grew up outside DC in Arlington, Virginia. Both worked for the State Department and had achieved high security clearances as well as high leadership positions. My oldest sister is actually my half-sister. My father was wild in high school and had a daughter before he was 18. She came to us when she was 14, and I was 9 years old. My younger brother is 14 years old and started eating his wild oats, just like his father did when he was in high school.

I have been described as an exotic beauty because of the way I look. People look at my body features, which are strongly African-American (big butt, thighs and breasts), long black hair and a butter pecan complexion. I enjoy the looks I get. My sister and I have the same facial features, except that she is very dark-skinned like her mother.

Life in a strict household didn't give me many opportunities to become as wild and crazy as my friends. My best friend Constance (Connie) comes from a family that is very loose and unfiltered. I like going to her house. Her parents have an open liquor bar, all cable channels (unlocked) and many of these videos for adults. Connie took me into her mom's closet one day and showed me all the lingerie her mom had and that she was allowed to wear whenever she wanted.

When we were in her mom's closet one day, Connie decided she wanted to know my opinion on some of the outfits. Before I could say anything, the little girl stripped down to her birthday suit. I had seen her body at school when we changed for sports or swimming practice, but I never paid much attention to her. Connie seemed to try to show me her body, and it worked. Connie is about 5' 10" tall and has thin girl tits. They sit nice and high and are about 38C.

She has a flat stomach from training and her butt is not flat, but it is not as round as mine. When she turned around I was amazed at her Kitty Kat (the nickname I took from my mother). Not a single strand of hair and as smooth as silk. I tried to look away, but I was like in a trance. What she did next overwhelmed me. She patted the lips of her Kitty Kat a few times and made her open up. For some damn reason, it made me so hot. I had never had any feelings for a girl before because I was probably the last virgin in my senior year. When I was finally able to look away,

Connie asked what was wrong. I tried to act cool and tell her I was fine, but she could sense that I was a little nervous. She just gave me a wicked smile and continued to put sexy lingerie on her mom. It was a full body cat suit that had an open crotch that went all the way back to her pretty ass. The suit was black and had a pink bow just above the crotch. Connie was in her full modelling mode. She strutted up and down the wardrobe with her butt and bent over every few steps. Her beautiful white ass looked good for this virgin. My eyes never turned away from her.

After she finished her second trip down the catwalk of the closet, Connie stopped in the middle of the closet and did the sexiest stripper shimmy on her way to lie down on the floor. Once on the floor, Connie started rubbing and pinching the 38C's. Her arousal came in the form of the sexiest moaning. I suspect she wanted more because she took a hand off her tits and rubbed the lips of her Kitty Kat. Connie had her eyes closed, but she knew she had my undivided attention.

My legs were getting a bit rubbery and I had to sit at her mother's dressing table. I felt this familiar sting in my Kitty Kat. I had that feeling when I took the hand shower head between my legs while showering. I tried to keep my legs closed, but started to rub them together in what I thought was an involuntary movement. When my soft moaning began, I knew it was no longer involuntary; my sexy boyfriend was hitting on me like that.

My moaning made Connie open her eyes slightly and look at me with a devilish smile. Connie now used two hands on her kitty. One hand used two fingers to move in and out of her Kat and the other hand rubbed the tip of her clitoris.

My eyes were on my best friend and my thighs were definitely moving faster and rubbing against each other faster. It felt like a swamp in my panties. I was afraid that my Kat's juice would mess up her mom's chair, so I ran to her parents' master bathroom and tried my best to calm down. I took off my pants and then slid down my soaking wet panties. She was so wet that I could wring my sticky juice out of her and pour it into the sink. When I looked in the mirror at my Kitty Kats hair, it was matted and had a glittering sheen. I had never been so wet and so excited. I wondered what had happened to Connie; I put my pants back on and could see wet spots on the front. The panties were so wet that I just put them in my pocket. It was the first time I had been in command and it felt good. (Note to self.)

All this was so new to me. Either I was too sheltered or Connie was way too fast. When I came out of the bathroom, my mind was a blur. The show was not over; Connie was lying on her parents' bed with her legs wide open. She had her fingers in her mouth and licked off what I knew must be her own juices. When she saw me, she just smiled and then sulked her lips.

I slowly walked over and sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed, my eyes never looking away from my girl's beautiful body. She began to smile at me and asked me if I was angry with her. I just said that it all surprised me. Connie just pointed to my pocket and laughed at my panties hanging out. She said I must have been so surprised that my panties fell down. I looked down and could do nothing but laugh at my unfiltered girlfriend.

Connie sat up in bed and began to move towards me. A little startled by this, I pulled back a little. She slowed down her movements, took one of my hands and pulled my panties out of her pocket with the other. She paused for about 10 seconds, then put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I started to loosen up and returned the favor. When we finally started to release each other from the hug, she looked me straight in the face and said that she had always wanted to see how far she could go with me. My thoughts turned over and my Kat began to sap again. The silly lost smile on my face said it all.

I thought the show was over but I never expected Connie to get back on the bed and then stuff my panties into her wet pussy. Then when she pulled them out, she sniffed them and gave them back to me. Her next statement was that we smelled good together. When I took the panties back, all I could say was that I would see her at school on Monday.

I got out of the car there and walked the ¼ mile to my house. As I ran up the stairs in the house and into my room, I made sure I locked my bedroom door. When I got into my bathroom, I undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. As I was watching myself, I started sniffing my panties and rubbing my hand on my Kitty Kat. I felt the need for variety and wanted my pussy to be as pretty as Connie's. Since I didn't know how to cut it right, I thought it was time to talk to my big sister Katrina. If I went to Connie, I might be doing something I wasn't ready for.

Not knowing how to explain the situation to my sister, I decided to wait until everyone was asleep and then go to her room to talk to her. I knew that she would be up because she was always skyping with her boyfriend CJ, who was recently sent to Japan. She and he had graduated from American University last May. She took a job with the DC government, and he immediately joined the army to fulfill his 6-year military service obligation. Katrina and CJ talked for hours every night. I waited until I thought she was done with her Skype call to go across the hall to her room. Each of us had the privacy of our own rooms with full bathrooms, and we had the entire third floor of the house to ourselves, with two empty guest rooms and one more bathroom than the only other rooms on that floor.

As I walked toward her door, I could see her sitting in her desk chair with her legs on the desk. As I came closer I noticed that her robe was wide open and her hands were squeezing her big tits. As I said before, she and I had the same body type. CJ's voice startled me when I heard him tell my sister to work that pussy for her Big Daddy. He repeated this over and over again.

As I stood in the doorway I could see Katrina working her pussy with what I thought was her hand but turned out to be a black plastic shaped cock. Connie told me it was a dildo. That was a powerful shit, because Katrina lifted her big ass from the chair to face the blows of the dildo. Her body was in constant motion. She told her big daddy to stroke the big black cock and go get his Indian mama. Katrina had kicked her screen and turned it towards the door. All I could say was DAMN. His dick was big and thick and looked like a black snake. It was as long as a school principal. He stroked the big black tail faster and faster and faster while telling Katrina all the time to beg for the tail. Katrina stroked her pussy so hard with the dildo;

I just knew her pussy was gonna get torn to shreds. She came after CJ by telling her Big Daddy to give it to her harder and harder and harder until it hit her fat pussy. Her sexy words made me hot as hell, so hot I didn't realize I was rubbing my Kitty Kat through my panties. I wasn't wearing my nightgown, just my bra and panties.

Once again I was wet from watching others. My attention was again drawn to CJ who told Katrina to squirt the juice for Daddy. Even though I couldn't remember his words, I couldn't stop rubbing my Kitty Kat. I was like hypnotized and fell in love with CJ's cock. What I heard then shook my attention to my sister. Her ass was now even higher off the chair and her legs were wide open. She was moaning and groaning now like a bitch in heat. She kept yelling, "I'm coming, Big Daddy, I'm coming. Then the damnedest thing happened, a waterfall shot out of my sister's pussy and splashed on her desk. It seemed endless, but before she was done, CJ was screaming, oh shit, baby, Daddy's coming too.

When I looked at him on the screen, I saw him shooting his cum all over the computer camera. My right hand was now rubbing so hard and so fast on my pussy, while my left hand had started pinching my nipple through my bra. This was too much for me, because I moaned so loudly that Katrina could turn around and look in my direction. The mini waterfall was now running down my legs. Like a deer in the headlights I could not move. My whole body was shaking and my legs were shaky. Before she could say anything, I pulled myself together and ran into my room. The last thing I heard my sister say was that the Little Sister, as she called me, had CUM and was gone at the same time. I was UP!!!

Sunday is church day in our house. My mother is a devout Catholic and she cleared the house every Sunday except once a month when we were all separated for the weekend. Everybody went to church, including my father.

We could dress as casually as we wanted, so I usually just put on my jeans, a top and some tennis shoes. Today I felt my sexual awakening. I decided to put on my saucy panties. When I put on my black tanga panties and looked at myself in the mirror, I could only blush. My bush on my pussy was heavy and thick, but it still looked so sexy. I wanted to be really sexy today because I wanted to go without a bra. My tits were always firm and the sun dress I wanted to wear had enough support for the twins. I picked out a white sun dress that I had just brought. Since I had just done my toes, I wore my sandals laced over my calf. I really felt so sexy. My pussy was hot and wet and my nipples were hard and sensitive. All that and nobody to play with.

At breakfast my sister didn't say anything about the night before, but she had this telltale smile on her face. I noticed that my sister was dressed to impress too. Her blue sundress clung to her curves and she wore matching sandals that were laced across her calf like mines. We wanted to turn some heads in the church.

The service was fast and we would be out of there by 11:30. Just before the service ended, I noticed that my sister was fumbling for something in her handbag. I knew it was not money because they had already made the final sacrifice for this service. My attention was distracted by my sister because I heard a buzzing sound that I had heard several times before during the service. I simply blew it off as someone whose phone was on vibrating alert. The strange thing here is that the vibration was continuous.