The Garden Shed Ch. 06

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All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.

This story took place in the 1970s in the United Kingdom when the ‘World Wide Web’ or Internet as it is known today, was barely an infant and not available to private individuals. As for mobile phones, they were only at an experimental stage. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by chats with ‘experienced’ friends or looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and so on.

Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today’s 14 or 15 year olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet ‘information’ that can now be accessed by anyone that can type ‘sex’ into a search engine.

All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the 1970s, unlike the present, many boys and girls at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to real sexual encounters.

Obviously, if you have read the previous chapters you will be more in tune with the characters.

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What we had felt about each other when we finally went ‘all the way’, must have shown in our demeanour over the next week, as Mom kept giving us odd looks of puzzlement. Whether it was the fleeting looks we gave one another, or just our closer relationship, I don’t know, but she knew something was going on.

Sue and I continued to do our chores as normal, including clearing the table after the evening meal and washing the dishes. It gave us a short time together to discuss things in quiet voices, while our parents were watching the TV in the living room. We knew that they habitually watched the whole of the News and had hardly ever come back into the kitchen until it had finished.

I normally stood sideways right next to my sister and did the drying, while she washed things. I could also keep an eye out towards the kitchen door and talk quietly, directly into her ear.

It had become our custom over the last few days, that she would let me put my hand that was nearest the sink and couldn’t be seen by anyone entering the kitchen, under her short skirt, and gently massage her mound, while she started the washing-up. My other hand held a large dish cloth for drying, and this shielded us further. I couldn’t put my hand down the front of her panties, as it would have been too difficult to remove quickly, pick up a dish, and start to dry it, should anyone approach the kitchen.

Tonight, she had on some slightly looser panties and I had been able to slip my finger under the leg hole, so that I was actually sliding it up and down between her damp pussy lips. I managed to get into a position where I could penetrate her with my finger, and was now gently finger fucking her, albeit with only a small length of my finger.

“Do you like what I’m doing Sue?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” she said, as she breathed out, “I do, but keep a good look out, they are only through that door.”

“Does it make you feel even more randy knowing that?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, much, but keep watching.”

She had stopped washing the dishes and was sort of shuffling her legs against one another.

“I guess we’d better get going with the dish washing, or they are going to get suspicious,” she said, very quietly.

I knew she was right, so I reluctantly withdrew my finger from her warm, wet, pussy and my hand from under her skirt.

She went back to washing things up. I dried them, and we were quiet, having our own thoughts for a few minutes.

“We are going to have to keep our distance for a while when they are about,” I whispered, “have you seen the looks Mom has been giving us?”

“Yeah, I know, she even asked me if everything was ok between you and me, yesterday.”

“What did you say?” I asked, worried.

“I just said everything was fine, and then she said we seemed to be getting on well together. Has she said anything to you?”

“No, not yet.” I paused. “I think we need to make sure we have the same story ready though, don’t you?”

“Hmmm, well, yes, we’ll just tell her that we’re no longer virgins, you filled me with your stuff, and can I go on the pill?” she said, grinning, but in a voice so quiet that I could only just hear it.

“Sue, don’t joke, it’s not funny. Dad’s ok, he doesn’t notice anything, but Mom has a nose like a bloodhound for anything out of the ordinary,” I whispered back.

“Ok, sorry… look, if she says anything else, or asks, how about we say… in our own words though…that we realized we have been a ‘pain in the arse’…no, better not say ‘arse’, ‘pain in the neck’, arguing about stuff. We say we had a serious chat last weekend when they went to grandma’s, and we agreed now that we are adults, we should be more considerate and make more effort to be friends…or something like that. What do you think?”

I thought about it for a moment while I dried a couple of plates.

“Yea, I think that sounds ok, just don’t overdo it and I think it will work.” I agreed.

“Right then,” she said, in a loud voice, “I cebeci escort think I’ve ‘finished’,” she smirked at me, then whispered, “the dishes anyway.”

I grinned; she knew how to lighten the atmosphere all right.

Sue went off to her room and I made my way into the living room to see what they were watching tonight on TV.

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We did as we had agreed, and apart from a bit of intimate fumbling in the evening in the kitchen, we kept a friendly distance for a week and didn’t give Mom any reason to ask about our behaviour. Grandma had recovered from whatever had been wrong with her, so they hadn’t visited her last weekend and consequently we hadn’t had any opportunity to be alone together.

Tuesday evening, just as we were finishing up in the kitchen, Sue was looking a bit pensive.

“Are you ok?” I whispered, “you seem deep in thought.”

“Errr, yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking we haven’t been able to spend much time together since…well you know…”

“Yea I know, it’s awkward isn’t it.”

“Would you want to?” she asked.

“Want to what?”

“You know, ‘spend some more time together’…like we have done.”

“Of course, but you know what it’s like, there is always someone around when we are both free.”

“Well, I was thinking…”

“What?”

“You know I have Wednesday afternoons off from work, is there any chance you could be here too?”

“You mean skip college?”

“Only if you want to.”

I thought about it. She was clearly wanting to do some more with me, and I had been using all the images I could remember to wank over during the last week or so. A chance to perhaps be naked with my sister again and try something else, was a very exciting thought.

“I suppose… I could start feeling unwell in the morning and then come home ‘sick’ at lunchtime. I’ve a good sick record, so they won’t think I am just bunking off.”

“So, will you?” she asked, biting her bottom lip in that way she has.

“Ok, I’ll try it, but I can only get away with it once.”

“I’ll come down to your shed after I get home then, if that’s ok?”

“Yeah, safer than in the house I think,” I said.

“Great, see you there,” she whispered, and after checking no one was about, kissed me lightly on the lips and went off to her room.

Wow, I thought, my sexy sister wants to do something more. My cock was already half erect at the thought and instead of going into the living room, I had to go quietly up to my room and fill a tissue with my cum, to make it go down.

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On Wednesday morning in college, I was preoccupied with thinking about my sister, all the things we had done and imagining what we might be going to do. One of the staff noticed that I was behaving in an unusual manner, as normally I was very attentive and due to that, I had no difficulty explaining that I didn’t feel well and needed to go home.

As expected, there was no one in when I arrived home at around a quarter to one. I had bought a sandwich from a baker’s shop near the college, as I didn’t want there to be any evidence of missing food, that might indicate I hadn’t been at college in the afternoon. I took it down to my shed and made myself comfortable, munching the sandwich as I skimmed through one of the magazines I had hidden there. The weather had turned warm again, and I had gone to college in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.

It was almost two fifteen before I heard a ‘tap, tap’ on the door of the shed – I had remembered to lock it this time – when I opened it, Sue slid in quickly and I shut and bolted the door again.

“I wondered if you had changed your mind,” I said, “you are later than I thought you might be.”

“Oh sorry, I should have said a time, I got something to eat, then had a shower and changed, to get rid of the salon smells that linger in my hair and clothes.” she replied.

I could smell the shampoo in her newly washed hair, and she was wearing her short, red, miniskirt, that showed off her long slim legs. She had on a loose-fitting, white, tee shirt and I couldn’t detect a bra just by looking.

“Wow, you look great,” I said, looking her up and down, “give us a twirl.”

She duly spun around one turn, her little skirt flaring outwards, and showing even more leg.

“Glad you like it,” she said, shyly.

Every time we had met alone, there had been an awkward silence, where neither of us knew what to say or do next to start anything, and this time was no exception. Nothing was said for what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds.

“Sue do you…,”

“Ben could we…,” Sue said simultaneously.

“You go first,” I said.

“No, it’s ok, what were you going to say?” she countered.

“I was just going to ask… if you wanted to sit on my lap in the armchair, as there is only one place to sit in here. What were you going to say?”

She grinned, “I was just going to ask if we could maybe get a bit more comfortable, rather than standing cebeci escort bayan here. Great minds think alike, eh?”

I sat down first and waited for Sue to sit on my lap as she had done before, but to my surprise, she put her knees either side of mine and sat down on my lap facing me. Her skirt was so short that it couldn’t tuck under her, and I could already feel the delicious warmth from her bare thighs and panty-clad bottom pressed into me. My cock had an instant reaction and filled with blood.

“God Sue,” I said, “you know how to get me randy without even trying,” I grinned.

“You’re too easy,” she grinned back.

She slid forwards a bit more until her crotch was resting on mine, then squirmed a little until I could feel she had positioned herself right over my erection.

“Mmmm, that’s better,” she muttered.

I put my hands on her hips and held her there.

Now that we were in a more intimate position, with no doubt about what was resting on what, we seemed more able to talk candidly about things, almost as though it unlocked our normal inhibitions.

“You know when we did it,” Sue started, “and I wanted to, you know, feel your stuff in me?”

“Yea, but talk quietly, remember the neighbours might be about.”

“Yes, ok,…well, I knew it was a risk, so last week, I plucked up courage and called into the new Family Planning Centre and found out that now, I don’t have to be married to get ‘the pill’ and it’s all confidential, so I got some prescribed.”

“You did?” I said, astonished that she went and did it.

“Yeah, they also gave me some of those Durex free too,” she said, obviously pleased with herself.

“So…so does that mean…?”

“They explained that depending on where I am with my monthly visitors, it might not be fully effective for a couple of weeks though.”

“Visitors?” I asked, stupidly.

“Duh,.. yeah, you know, cycles, monthlies…”

“Ah, I see, yes, sorry, we probably don’t need to go into that,” I said.

“Anyway, there we are,” she stated.

“Goodness, I didn’t think you would.”

“It was that or take risks all the time, and I didn’t want to do that.”

“We could just not go that far again,” I suggested.

“Is that what you want?” she said, more quietly.

“No, I didn’t mean that, it was just an option…I don’t want you scared. I love being a part of you, the feeling that we are joined, it’s so sexy and erotic. Does it do that to you too?”

“Yeah, that’s why I did it.”

“You are going to have to be careful Mom doesn’t find out.” I said, on a more serious note.

“I already have that sorted, I found a good place to hide them, but you should keep the Durex down here, it’s safer,” she said, taking a small packet out of her skirt pocket.

“Just put them onto the workbench for now, I will put them away later.”

“Make sure you do,” she warned me.

As we were talking and thinking, I let my hands drop down onto the bare part of her legs that were either side of me and unconsciously began stroking them.

“Mmmm that’s nice,” she murmured.

Realising what I was doing, and that she was enjoying it, I made longer strokes with my hands until I was just under her skirt.

“I like touching your skin,” I said, “its’s so smooth.”

“I’m glad you do, but I still think my legs are too thin,” she said looking down at where my hands just disappeared from view.

“No, they’re perfect,” I replied, and slid my hands higher up.

She moved her bottom a little on my lap, just enough to cause a bit of friction on my hard cock. I responded by sliding my hands even further up, so that I guessed I was nearly touching her panties. My thumbs were on the inside of her legs, with the rest of my hand on top of them.

On the next stroke, I aimed to touch her panties and slid them right to the top of her legs, my thumbs outstretched.

I contacted pubic hair!

What?

I felt round just a bit more, wow, she was definitely bare under there.

“Sue?” I said, the surprise in my voice evident.

“What?” she said, pretending not to understand.

“You haven’t got any…underwear on.”

“I know,” she smirked then, “I wondered how long it would take you to find out.”

Oh my God. It came to me then, that her bare pussy was pressed against my hard-on in my shorts.

“Does it feel weird to not have any on, walking about?”

“Err… sort of… it was a bit drafty walking down here in this skirt,” she said grinning, “but it was also kind of sexy too.”

“I think it would be difficult for men to have their things exposed to the fresh air…unless of course I wore a kilt, but that’s not going to happen.” I grinned back.

Finding that she was open to my touch, I moved my hands so that both of my thumbs were teasing her pussy lips apart and sliding slowly up and down her slit. I could feel the length of my cock pressing up but restrained, in my shorts. She was already damp, and as I touched her more, the moisture increased escort cebeci and started to lubricate my thumbs.

“Well…while you are down here with me, you could just slip it all off,” she challenged me.

“You mean now?”

“Why not?”

“I suppose I could just slip them down. I dunno about right off, in case anyone comes. You would only have to stand up to be covered, it would be more difficult for me,” I said.

“Do you want to?”

“I like the thought.”

“Well you know what ‘thought’ did,” she said, using one of our parent’s expressions, “nothing.”

“Yea. Ok.”

I withdrew my hands and undid my shorts. Sue lifted up a little and I pushed them down to just below my knees. When she sat back down, my cock was in line with her slit and lying along it. Even though we had done other things, I couldn’t get used to the idea that my bare cock was against my sister’s wet pussy. Pre-cum was already seeping from my cock as my arousal and excitement grew.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, “that feels better doesn’t it?”

“Yea, it does,” I whispered.

She shuffled back a few inches and my cock sprang up between us.

She giggled a bit, then tentatively put her hand forward and circled her fingers, as much as she could, around it. She gently pushed the skin downwards, until my foreskin rolled back, and the entire head was exposed. She was studying it intently, picking up the pre-cum with her finger and running it round the purple head. She pushed the foreskin further back, until the underside of it could be seen.

“Is that ok?” she asked, looking up at me.

“Yea, but not too far or hard,” I answered, feeling her small hands pleasurably stretching the skin a little. “Feels like you are doing a physical exam,” I quipped.

“I just wanted to see again, close up,” she said, still holding down the loose skin.

While she continued to move my cock this way and that, stroking the skin slowly up and down so the head seemed to go in and out of its cover, I moved both hands up under her tee shirt. I found no bra either, just two warm, soft, but firm globes. The nipples on top of them were already hardening, and as I ran my hands over and around, they became fully erect. I squeezed them with my fingers, pushed her breasts together and then released them and slid my hands up the valley between them.

Sue gave a few quiet moans as I manipulated her breasts, especially when I concentrated on her nipples.

After maybe about 15 minutes of us both stimulating the other with our hands, Sue pushed my cock back down against my stomach. She lifted the front of her skirt to waist level and shuffled back up towards me, so that her pussy lips spread either side of it. It felt warm and snug there, and we could both see, as well as feel what was happening.

She wriggled a bit; I assume to get it in the right position to stimulate her the most. She put her hands on the arms of the armchair to give her more balance, then she slid up and down, gingerly at first, until she was rubbing her labia either side of my cock, while I held on to her breasts.

“Ohh, God, Sue, that’s so good.”

“It is,” she was breathing more heavily, “and I can see him too.”

“Do you like to see?” I ventured.

“I just wanted to,” she said, “it’s sort of like…what I imagine it’s like to watch one of those blue films I heard about, but maybe better, as I can feel it as well as see it.” she explained, quietly. “It’s really erotic, don’t you think so Ben?”

“Mmmm, yea, I can see what you mean,” I whispered back, feeling her pussy getting wetter and sliding more easily, but stimulating me more.

She had worked out, that if she slightly angled her hips differently as she slid up, to when she slid down, part of my cock would touch her clit and that seemed to make her even more excited.

She kept on moving, and I couldn’t overcome the urge to move with her, so soon we had a good rhythm going, and I could see and feel that she was working herself up to a climax.

Suddenly she stopped. She was breathing very fast, her face flushed, if anyone did happen to see her right now, just pulling her skirt back down wouldn’t work to conceal her aroused state. Her hips twitched a little, but it seemed she was trying to control them.

“Ben…you asked me if I liked seeing…”

“Yea, you said you did,” I said, wondering what was happening.

“Do you remember…when we were in your bedroom… I said I would like to have seen?”

“I dunno, see what?”

“You know…like I said…see him actually going in and out.”

“Oh.”

“Could I?”

“What now?”

“Yeah..I want to,” she said, slightly shyly.

“We could,” I said, “we have a few Durex now.”

“No…I mean, like before.”

“Without, you mean?”

“Yeah…I just want to see it and feel it at the same time, it won’t be the same wrapped in plastic,” she pleaded.

“It’s still risky yet though isn’t it?

“A bit I suppose, but you don’t have to finish in me.”

“What if I can’t help it?” I argued, wanting to experience that feeling again, but scared of what might happen.

“We can do it for a short while, and then stop and put one on,” she suggested.

“Oh Sue, I want to be part of you again, but …”

“It’ll be ok, I am sure ‘the pill’ is working a bit already.”

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