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Both our parents were orphans. When they were killed in a car crash, it was up to Marisol, my older sister, to raise me. We had no other family.



Thinking back to when they were alive always reminded me of how lucky I was to have had them in my life. I don’t think anyone ever had parents that offered their children more love and encouragement than our mother and father had offered us.



Their gentle hand helped guide us. They would work with us for hours until we got right whatever task we had attempted, and the way they encouraged us to master any project we took on, was kind and reassuring, even when we failed.



I missed them more than I could ever let on.



As my sister was a couple of years older than me, I think she buried her own grief to help me deal with our loss. Because I missed my parents so, I was always grateful when I heard my sister come home at night. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing her too.



I called her Solly, and she did everything she could to help me adjust. But as I was approaching my first semester of college, it was obvious that I was still painfully shy and almost totally withdrawn from social contact.



The insurance settlement from the accident that caused our parents death was enough to pay off the mortgage on our house and to provide basic necessities, with enough left over for our college education. But, if we wanted extras, we had to work for them.



Solly was a model. Though everyone (including me) thought she was beautiful enough to make it in New York or Milan, she chose to stay close to home. I’m sure it was because of me and I loved her more because of her choice. But I also felt guilty as I was cramping her style and keeping her from enjoying life on the international scene, where she surely would have wound up if she didn’t have to watch over me.



Though Solly made really good money as a model, I made even more managing back up data base storage sites for local area medical practices. When I turned 18, I had over $200,000.00 in the bank, all of which I had earned. I was a true geek.



It was my shyness that allowed me to wander the pathways of data base software and feel as comfortable interacting with program languages and various database configurations as someone who lived in the world of bricks and mortar would feel as they went about their daily routines. But all my friends were made of bits and bytes.



I lived in the fantasy world of computer simulations and almost never saw the light of day. But, in the virtual world, I was in charge and decided who lived and died.



Mourning Has Broken



One morning, just after my high school graduation, my sister came to me with a problem. She said she needed my help.



“Louis. I’m going to be modeling for a new client soon. I need you to help me get ready,” she informed me.



Though I thought it odd she needed my help getting ready for a modeling gig, I nodded. “What can I do?” I asked.



She smiled and continued. “I’m going to be a sculptor’s model for her statue celebrating National Nude Day.”



“You’re going to take off your clothes.” I gasped.



“Yes. I’ve done it before.”



“You have?”



“Yes.” Her face lit up. “Don’t look so shocked. I model for the life drawing classes on campus. People like to look at the unadorned human form.”



“I know. But you’re my sister. Do I have to see the statue?”



“Oh my,” she sighed. “This is going to be more challenging than I thought.”



“Why?”



“You’re going to have to look at the statue’s model.”



“You mean you?”



“Yes. I mean me.”



“Naked?”



“Yes.”



I thought for a minute but could not find any rational thing to say.



“I’ve never seen a naked girl before.”



“Yes you have.”



“No I haven’t,” I stated emphatically.



“What about the naked girls you chat with on the internet?”



I turned as red as a beet.



“I don’t…” I started to lie.



“Louis, I know you use sex chat rooms. It’s okay.”



“It’s embarrassing.”



“Why?”



“You’re my sister.”



“And?”



“Well,” I thought for a moment, “it seems weird, knowing that you know I do that kind of thing.”



“What? You think you’re the only one who looks at naked people?”



“Maybe not. But how many look at their sister naked?”



“Well, deal with it dear brother. I really do need your help.”



“Are you sure you’re not just doing this to embarrass me?”



“Louis. You’re my only living relative. I love you as much as, I don’t know, as much as I love anything.” She thought for a minute. “I would never do anything to embarrass you. You’re a man now. You need to act like a man and not a little boy sneaking peeks at dirty pictures.”



I was chastised but oddly, I did not feel humiliated.



“Okay. But Solly, I’m not comfortable with this. I’ll do it, but for god’s sake, I don’t know why you can’t get one of your boyfriends or girlfriends to do it.”



“I don’t want my boyfriends to see me naked.”



“Oh right. You have sex with them, but you don’t want them to see you naked?”



“Who says I have sex with them?”



“Uh…I just thought, I don’t know, you know, you’re almost 21 years old. You mean you’ve never had sex before?”



“I didn’t say that.”



“Huh.”



“I didn’t say I’ve never had sex before.”



“Well now I’m confused. First you tell me you’ve never let your boyfriends see you naked, and then you hint that you’ve never had sex with them, and then you tell me, maybe not in these words specifically, that you’ve had sex. Solly, just what’s the deal with you and sex?”



My sister’s grin got so big I thought she was going to split her face in half.



“I said I’ve not had sex with my boyfriends.”



“Oh. Then I guess you’ve had sex with your teacher?”



“I didn’t say that either.”



“Oh, damnit! Can’t you just tell me what’s what? You seem to know all about my sex life.”



“Or lack of it.”



“Right,” I agreed. “Or lack of it.”



“Louis. Have you ever seen two women make love?”



“OH MY GOD! You’re a lesbian.”



“I didn’t say that either. I asked you if you’ve ever seen two women make love.”



“You mean… you’ve been with a woman?”



“Sort of.”



“Sort of? What does that mean?”



“Ronnie, my make-up girl on most shoots, is, well shall I say, not shy about expressing her admiration for the female form.”



“What does that mean?”



Solly thought for a minute, as she often did when searching for the correct way to present her “case” as it were, then continued.



“Well, she’s into massage and sometimes, during a long shoot, she’ll give me a massage, a really good massage.”



“What’s a really good massage?”



“Oh come on now brother, do I have to spell it out for you?”



“You mean the kind with a happy ending?”



“Right the first time.”



“Wow. My sister get’s off with another girl, who’d a…



“Now hold on buster. Don’t be making it into something salacious. It happens to be quite beautiful.”



“I’ll bet.”



“Louis!”



“I’m just sayin’.”



“Don’t make me sorry I told you. And for god’s sake, don’t go telling any one.”



“Yeah, like I have a host of friends just waiting for information on your sex life.”



“You do?”



“Solly, when was the last time you saw me hang with anybody?”



“Oh. Right. Louis, we’ve got to get you out of your room and into the world of flesh and blood. It’s not scary. In fact, it can be exhilarating if you let it.”



“I don’t want to do that. I’m perfectly fine in my room.”



“No you’re not.”



“Yes, I am.”



“No you’re not. Louis, listen to me. I’m not going to insult you but I think you’re afraid to experience life outside of the virtual worlds you know so well.”



“What’s wrong with that?”



“Nothing, if you balance it with equal doses of reality.”



“I’ll just be disappointed.”



“Maybe. But that’s the chance humans take when they wake up and get out of bed everyday of their lives.”



“I don’t want to be disappointed again.”



“You mean, like you were when mom and dad were killed?”



“Exactly.”



Solly raised her head and looked at me for a minute. I could see she was trying to find the right thing to say.



“There are no guarantees.”



“I know that, in a rational way. But Solly, you have no idea how much I still hurt. At least with my virtual world, no one can disappoint me.”



“You know what Louis?”



“I know. I’m pathetic.”



“I wasn’t going to say that. In fact, I think you’re special, and not just because you’re my brother.”



“You’re just saying that to get me out of my funk.”



“No I’m not. You know me well enough by now to know I tell the truth when I talk about personal matters.”



“Yes you do. That’s one thing I know for sure.”



“So, Louis, here’s the deal. I do need help finding poses for the gig. I have no idea what I look like…”



“Yeah right. You’ve looked at yourself in photographs ten thousand times.”



“I mean undressed.”



“Oh yeah, right. I forgot, I have to look at my sister naked.”



“Oh come on now Louis. I can’t be that bad to look at.”



“Are you kidding? That’s the problem. You’re gorgeous. What if I, uhm, you know…



“Get a boner?”



“SOLLY!”



“What? You think I’ve never seen an erect penis before?”



“I thought you didn’t have sex with guys?”



“I don’t and I haven’t. But do you think you’re the only one that uses the internet to well, you know, to look at naked people?”



“You mean you surf porn?”



“Of course silly. A girl’s got needs just like a guy does.”



“I guess. It’s just that I never really thought about it before. It’s kind of the most taboo thing I can think of.”



“What’s taboo?”



“Thinking about sex stuff and you in the same thought line. It just seems, I don’t know, not right.”



“I know what you mean.”



“You mean you’ve thought about me.”



“Not thought about you so much as worried about you. Of course I know you jack-off. You’re a guy. But I too would never think about it. But, and this is going to be an odd thing to say, but I feel I have to be honest about it,” she hesitated.



“Go on,” I encouraged.



“Well, when I first agreed to pose, my very first thought was that I would have to tell you about it. I tried to figure out a way to deal with it. But, in all seriousness, the more I thought about it, the more I kind of liked the idea of having you be the first one to see me totally naked.”



“You mean, I’ll see your boobs and like I’ll see your, you know, see you down there?”



“You mean, my pussy?”



“Yes.”



“That’s right. I want you to see it.”



“Why?”



“Because, I worry about you.”



“Now I’m confused.”



“Me too.”



We were both quiet for a few minutes. I think we were both feeling as if we’d crossed into a foreign land and neither of us spoke the language. Finally I sighed and asked, “When do you want to do this?”



“In about an hour.”



“An hour? That soon?”



“Louis, I’m posing in 3 days and I want to be ready. Apparently this commission is very important to the artist. She’s not only paying well, she’s being honoured by the city at a ceremony.”



“Will you have to go to the ceremony?”



“Not on your life. That would be like showing off.”



“Solly. You’re a model for Christ sakes. You show off every time someone takes your picture.”



“No I don’t. That’s posing.”



“There’s a difference?”



“I think there’s a difference, a big difference.”



“Okay. But I still think you have to be a bit narcissistic to do the kind of work you do.”



“Well, I see it as work. My face and my body are the tools of my trade.” She paused and again, I knew she was thinking of the right thing to say.



“Go on.”



“I, no make that we, were blessed genetically.”



“What do you mean we,” I interrupted.



Louis, if you haven’t looked at yourself in a few years, you’ve grown to be quite the handsome young man.”



“Yeah. Right,” I sniggered.



“Don’t put yourself down. Louis, you really are quite handsome, though I will admit, you don’t exactly dress or cut your hair to show off your features.”



“You’re my sister. You’re supposed to say those things.”



“No I’m not. I only say what I mean. Anyway,” she paused, “anyway, we need to get started. We can discuss your level of attractiveness later.”



“Solly, are you sure you want me to see you naked.”



“From every angle.”



“Every angle?”



“And from near and far away.”



“Why?”



“Because, I want to know what I’ll, I mean the statue will look like to people approaching it from different paths in the park.”



“Oh. That makes sense. Okay. Where are we going to do this grueling work?”



“Very funny. I thought we’d start in the backyard. The Hansen’s are gone for the week, so no one can see into our yard. Do you think that’s okay?”



“Yeah. I don’t see why not.”



“Okay then. I’ll meet you out back in an hour.”



I went upstairs to think. I couldn’t believe I was about to see my sister naked. I also couldn’t believe she’d never had sex before. So much was going through my mind, the hour flew by. Then it was time to see my sister in all her glory. Wow. Lucky me.



The Garden of Earthly Delights



When our parents were alive, they turned our backyard into the most wonderful garden. They planted banana and avocado trees so we could have fresh fruits year round as well as for shade, and along the fence dividing our property from our neighbors they planted tomatoes and other vegetables.



We had a small gazebo in one corner, a hot-tub, a lanai and a barbecue pit along the back wall of the house and in the middle of our yard the piece-de-resistance; a beautiful, tiered stone fountain which rose up three levels and acted as a pedestal if anyone wanted to stand on top of the third level. That’s where I found my sister, standing on top of the third level, wrapped only in a white linen sheet.



She smiled down at me.



“Wow Solly, you look just like a Roman statue, all wrapped up in your toga.”



“Pretty cool, huh? I thought I’d stand up here so you can give me pointers on various perspectives viewers might have.”



“I can’t believe you’re actually going to take off your clothes with me looking.”



“I’m not going to take off my clothes with you looking.”



“Oh, I thought…”



Just then she removed the sheet with a flourish and stood before me completely naked.



“I’m already naked.”



Though I was at a complete loss for words I was not at a loss for thoughts. This was the most beautiful vision I had ever imagined. My sister, naked, was like a statue of one of the goddesses from antiquity.



She turned round and looked back over her shoulder. I nearly fainted.



Her butt was so perfect, I thought she was one of those statues come to life.



“Say something.”



I felt dizzy. Nothing in my on-line porn experience could have prepared me for such a heavenly visage.



“Louis. Please. Say something.”



Her shoulders were so perfectly formed, a mixture of both strength and femininity, and not the least bit stooped, just… perfect.



“Louis. Earth to Louis.”



“Huh?”



“Louis, please say something. You’re making me nervous.”



“Oh. Sorry. I’ll be right back.”



I turned to run into the house.



“Louis wait…”



I didn’t. I ran straight to her room, grabbed what I wanted and ran right back outside just as she was stepping down from the top of the fountain.



“WAIT” I hollered.



She froze. “What?”



“Solly, I’ve got to take some pictures of you. Please get back up there.”



“Louis. I’m not going to let you take pictures of me. What if you lose your camera or someone hacks your computer?”



“I’m going to use your camera and I’ll never have the pictures.”



“What?”



“Solly, you’ve got to see how beautiful you are. I can’t put it in words. Trust me. You’ll be glad you have these pictures. It’s your camera. I’ll never have them.”



“Oh. Okay. You really think I’m beautiful?”



“Just pose. You’ll see.”



For the next two hours, I posed Solly in every conceivable pose I could think of. I got my laptop, opened elzr/imagery and requested images of statues from all cultures and used the various ideas to pose my sister.



When she started to get light headed from too much sun, we called the session. She wrapped herself in the sheet, splashed some water on her face and followed me inside.



We set up her laptop in the kitchen and I loaded the images for her to see.



As I clicked through the various poses, she stood next to me and said absolutely nothing. Nothing.



Here I was showing my sister how beautiful she was and she didn’t seem to respond one way or another.



“Solly. Are you okay?”



She grunted.



I quickly started separating the images into categories and then, within each category, I started ranking the ones I thought best represented her beauty. There were very few discards.



“Why are you separating them?”



Finally.



“I’m letting you see the various ways the statue could end up looking.”



“Oh.”



“Oh. Is that all you can say? I’m showing you photographs of the most beautiful woman in the world and all you can say is, OH? Solly, what’s wrong with you? You were the one who wanted to do this.”



She was quiet for a minute. All he did was bite her lower lip and stare at me.



“Solly.”



Still nothing.



“Solly,” I repeated.



“I’m sorry Louis. I didn’t think it would be like this. I thought it would be fun. You know, me being naked and all. But you seem to take it much more seriously then I thought you would. You certainly didn’t hesitate to take control.”



“Solly. Solly. What did you think I would be like? I’ve just seen a naked girl in the flesh for the first time in my life. And, to top it off, I’ve seen the most beautiful girl on this planet from every possible angle.”



“I know. It’s just, well, I don’t know, it’s just that I didn’t imagine you’d react this way.”



“What way?”



“You know. Calling me beautiful and all.”



“You are beautiful.”



“That’s not what I mean.”



“What do you mean?”



“I’m not sure. I’m just surprised out how taken by the whole thing you seem to be and how you reacted.”



I realized my sister was confused. But I wasn’t. I had just been granted the privilege of being the only guest at an unveiling of a true work of art. I knew good fortune when it came my way.



“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”



I put my arm around my sister. I couldn’t believe how fragile she seemed. She was the one who was always there for me. She was the one who faced the outside world. She was the one who went out and enjoyed life. And here she was, unsure of herself.



“I do. I think you’re the most beautiful vision I’ve ever imagined. Everything about you is exquisite. I can’t say more.”



“Thank you.”



She was quiet for a moment. I held her until she looked up at me.



“I’m going to go to my room now and take a nap. Will you make some lunch and wake me in an hour?”



“Sure thing.”



As she started to walk away. I pulled her back to me and kissed her on the forehead. She rested her head on my chest for a minute, then pushed me back a step and turned to leave.



“Solly. Take your computer.”



“It’s okay Louis. If you want to look some more it’s okay.”



She turned and left the room.



The Anatomy of a Woman



I stood still for a moment letting the events of the past few hours sink in. Unlike my sister, I wasn’t confused. For the first time in the past few years, I knew exactly what I was going to do.



For the next hour I studied the photographs memorizing details I never paid attention to, nor ever thought I’d pay attention to in all the times I’d seen naked girls in sex-chat rooms.



This was different.



I’d photographed my sister’s breasts from every angle I could conceive of. I’d stood close and I’d stood at a distance placing her breast in the optimum part of the frame.



I now knew her nipples when they were retracted and I knew them when they were distended.



I knew the contours of her stomach from the front and from each side.



I could draw her shoulders from memory.



Her neck, her chin, the beautifully chiseled cheekbones that acted as shelves for her beautiful eyes, her nose and forehead all had been seared into my memory both from the up close in person and from reviewing the photographs.

I switched on the black and white function of the program I was using and saw things I missed in color.



The way shadows played as a gray tone, highlighting angles or contours, the way light reflected off of an expanse of skin, the flawless skin of her body, the unblemished surface of her face, all changed when I viewed her in black and white.



Her toes were long and slender like her hands.



Her ankles were perfectly formed and blended naturally into her calves.



Her thighs were strong and though she rarely worked out, when she stretched in one or two of the poses, the definition showed she was beautifully toned.



Her navel was an “innie” and I thought I’d like to kiss it.



Her butt was perfect, but it was her pussy that caused me to catch my breath each time I viewed it from a different angle.



I didn’t realize how many times I’d focused the camera on her pussy until I looked at the number of photographs I’d included in a group. There were dozens.



I wondered what it would be like to taste her. Uh-oh, I thought. That was my first sexual thought of my sister.



Up to that point, I’d been consumed by her beauty. But now, now I felt I’d violated her and I quickly turned off the computer.



I sat on the living room sofa and closed my eyes.



I drifted into sleep and in that sleep I dreamt of art and the feminine form, but most of the images I dreamt of were images of my sister.



In my dream I became a shill for my sister’s beauty.



I was a barker in a carnival.



“Step right up,” I shouted. “Step right up and view the only Wonder of the World. The most beautiful creation in the universe.” And I meant it.



I was a curator in a museum.



“Ladies and gentlemen,” I spoke. “Tonight our institution is proud to unveil the living Venus de Milo.”



I was a talk show host with a panel of art critics seated around my table.



“So, we are all in agreement, this model, Marisol, is without question the most beautiful creature in all the firmaments.”



I knew I was dreaming, but I could not have stopped if I wanted to stop.



If a bomb had gone off in our city, I would have missed it.



I dreamt again of her breasts.



If a car had crashed into my living room wall, I would not have left my dream.



I touched her perfect shoulders.



If an asteroid was headed to earth, I would just have smiled and stayed within the perfect warmth of my dream.



Her pussy. Goodness, how I loved her pussy.



“Louis.”



Ah, and the beautiful way her mouth moved when she said my name.



“Louis.”



The sound of her voice was my new favorite song.



“Louis, can you wake up please.”



Uh-oh. Something’s wrong. My dream is fragmenting.



“Louis. I’m hungry. Please wake up.”



The Elephant in the Room



I woke up. I didn’t want to, but my sister needed me.



“Oh. Hey. Sorry, I was a bit tired myself.”



“Louis. It’s seven-thirty. I slept for almost five hours.”



I sat up immediately.



“Oh my god, Solly. I guess I crashed. I’m sorry.”



“Uh, Louis, you may want to cover up a bit.”



“Huh?”



“I said, you may want to cover up a bit. You’re sticking up, I mean out.”



I looked down and saw my cock had somehow made its way out of my trousers and was hard as a rock, with a huge stain of pre-seminal fluid all over the front of my pants.



I quickly turned away from Solly. I heard her giggle.



“Solly. I’m sorry. I guess I must have been dreaming.”



“Don’t worry. I think it’s probably natural after all you’ve been through today.”



“Yeah. Probably. What do you want to do about dinner?” I said changing the subject.



“Let’s order in.”



“Okay. Chinese, Thai, what do you feel like?”



“I think I want to get some pizza and have a couple beers. Is that okay?”



“Sure.”



We ordered in and ate in relative silence.



When we were done and had cleaned up the kitchen, Solly asked if I wanted another beer.



“Sure. Aren’t you going out tonight?”



“No. I’m pooped. I thought I’d just stay here and hang out with you if that’s okay?”



“Yeah. I guess it’s okay.”



“Do you not want me around?”



“No. It’s okay. What do you want to do?”



“I thought we could talk.”



“Talk? Talk about what?”



“Today.”



“Oh. Today. Okay. I don’t think there’s much to say, but sure, I guess we can do that.”



“Louis. I think there’s a lot to talk about. Let’s meet in the living room in a few minutes. I want to get some lotion so you can put it in me.”



“In you?”



“In me what?”



“The lotion. You said so I could put it in you.”



“No I didn’t.”



“I’m pretty sure you did.”



“Louis, that would have been a Freudian slip. I said, I want to get some lotion so you can put it in me, I MEAN ON ME. Jesus. I mean ON me.”



“Solly. I know what you mean. But I think it’s funny you said it twice.”



“It’s not a Freudian slip.”



“Okay. It’s not. But it’s still pretty amusing.”



Solly just shook her head, stood, and said she’d be right back.



I opened my beer. There would be much to discuss.



When Solly came back in the room, she was wearing a bath robe. She’d pulled her hair up into a pony tail and had washed her face. She sat at my feet.



“Louis, could you please put lotion on my neck and shoulders. I think they got a bit more sun than I meant to get.”



“Sure. Hand me the lotion.”



Solly handed me the lotion. While I opened the top, she shrugged her shoulders and her robe fell down around her elbows. Again, I was amazed at how beautiful she was, even without any makeup or fancy clothes or anything. If I looked over her shoulder, I could see the swell of her breast. I thought it best if I kept my distance as I didn’t want her to think I was getting some cheap thrills.



I began to apply the lotion.



“Ummm. That feels so good. So cool. Put a bit more on my right shoulder please. Oh yeah. Just like that.”



“Damn Solly. I think you’re enjoying this too much.”



“Umm. I think you’re right. If I didn’t think I’d get in trouble, I’d let you do my whole body.”



“Trouble? What kind of trouble?”



“You know. Temptation.”



And there it was. The elephant in the room.



I knew exactly what Solly meant. I hadn’t articulated it, but I knew it instantly. She’d turned me on and I think, posing for me had turned her on.



Now what?



“Solly, I think we should talk.”



“I know.”



“You do?”



“Yup. I don’t think we need to beat around the bush. I think we should be open and say what we have to say in as straight forward a manner as possible.”



“Okay. You first.”



“Not on your life. I have seniority here. I want to hear what you have to say first. I’ll respond and I’ll be completely honest. But, I want to hear you first.”



“Okay. But there’s not much you can’t guess. I’m a guy for goodness sake.”



“I know. But I still want to hear you say it.”



So I told her.



I told her how I was caught completely by surprise when she asked me to look at her naked.



I told her, when I got the camera, it was not to take crotch shots or other salacious images I could jack-off to, but instead, it was because I truly wanted her to see how beautiful she was, how perfect in every way.



I told her how I became enamored of her pussy. How the lips grew puffier as the shoot went on. I told her as I was looking at the images in her computer, how I kept coming back to her pussy over and over.



I told her about my dreams. How I’d wanted the world to see what only I had seen up to that moment.



I told her I was both embarrassed and glad she had seen my dick.



I told her, if she wasn’t my sister, I’d ask her to marry me. She laughed heartily at that confession.



I told her, if she wasn’t my sister, I’d seduce her and take her cherry and give her mine.



I told her things with words and I told her things with my touch as I continued to massage her shoulders.



She sighed and took both my hands into her own hands and pulled me into a hug.



She lifted her robe back over her shoulders and turned to face me.



She told me, she couldn’t understand why she wanted me to be the first to see her totally naked. But she did.



She told me she thought getting the camera was a great idea and didn’t realize how many different ways she could pose that would look like a statue. She thought the sculptress would be pleased.



She told me as the shoot went on, her nether lips (her term) got puffier because she became excited.



She told me that when I kissed her on the forehead she wished it would have been on her lips.



She told me that when she went to take a nap, she masturbated once and used her dildo immediately after she came the first time and exhausted herself with orgasms.



She told me that when she came back into the living room, she stood looking at me for a good five minutes. She realized I was dreaming, but looking at the flow of pre-seminal fluid from the head of my dick made her weak with desire.



She told me she wanted to get on her knees and lick me but was afraid I’d freak if she did.



She told me that when she thought back to the photos and how she looked, she knew there was something missing.



She told me these things and then told me the one thing we both knew to be the truth.



She told me she loved me and wanted me to be her first lover.



I nodded.



“How do you propose to go about this? I’ve never been with a girl and you’ve never been with a guy.”



“I know. But I want to tell you why I want you to be my first.”



“Okay.”



“Essentially there are two reasons. First, the photos show a beautiful girl. Me. But I’m not a woman. I stand like a girl. I’m coy like a girl. I’m a bit of a show-off, like a girl coming into her own. But they don’t show a woman. I want to be a woman.”



“Second, I’m tired of the world for now. I want to model for this statue and then I want to retire. I want time to do nothing.”



“I cocked my head in a questioning manner.”



“Since Mom and Dad died, I’ve done everything possible to keep my mind occupied. I don’t think I’ve had one minute of introspection or even reflection in the few years since they passed. I want that time now.”



“How can I help?” I asked.



“You can be my protector.”



“You mean like you’ve been for me?”



“Yes. Exactly. You don’t owe me anything, but I’d feel so much better if you’d take care of things until I can catch my breath.”



“I will. Do you want to pass on the being lovers thing.”



“Lord no. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. My pussy lips didn’t swell because I was naked in front of a man. They swelled because I was naked in front of the man I love as much as I love life itself.”



“You love me?”



“More than I can express.”



“Hmmm. Then I guess it’s okay to tell you how I feel.”



Solly just squinted and looked at me.



“Solly. When I’m conscious and not working or role-playing on line, or when I’m not masturbating to some on-line porn or paying some girl to take her clothes off via the internet, I think of you.”



“I think of your well being.”



“I think of your protective manner toward me.”



“I worry about you.”



“I wait up at night until I know you’re home safe and sound.”



“I used to think I’d like to meet the man who won your heart. He’d have to be special.”



“And now you find out it’s you.”



“Right. And now it’s me.”



“Are you okay with what I need?”



“I am.”



“Good. Then there’s one more thing I’d like to express.”



“Go ahead.”



“Louis. I want to do everything with you. Every kinky thing we can find on the internet. If we both agree it’s intriguing, we’ll try it once or twice.”



I arched my eyebrow and smiled.



“I mean it. There should be no reservations between you and I. But, and this is my most fervent desire, I want to teach you to please a woman. I want to teach you to bring me pleasure.”



I could only nod. In front of me was the most beautiful creature I could imagine offering me entry into the gates of paradise. All she asked in return was that I learn to bring her pleasure. There was no request for gold or jewels or song, just bring her pleasure. I could think of no greater gift.



“When do you want to start?”



“Tonight. I want to sleep in your bed tonight and until we’re exhausted, I want to whisper all the things to each other we want from each other.”



“I’m not sleepy yet. Can we start out here until we’re tired.”



“Sure. How do you want to start?”



“Can I hold your breast?”



“Can I kiss your dick?”



“Wow. Really. You want to kiss my dick?”



“Oh Louis. Let me make myself perfectly clear. I want to know your dick in every possible way a woman can know a man’s dick.”



“That’s how I want to know your pussy.”



“Then why’d you want to hold my breast first?”



“I’m saving the best for last.”



We both chuckled.



Then Solly shrugged her shoulders again and again her robe fell down around her elbows. This time however, she undid the sash and let fall completely away from her. She took my hands and pulled them down to cup her breasts.



For the next two hours, we touched each other and kissed and licked each and every square inch of the others body.



Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and said I needed to get up for a minute.



“Where are you goin?”



“Uh, Solly, I need to go take care of something.”



“What?’



“I’m about ready to explode. Sorry, but I can’t last another minute.”



“Put it in my mouth.”



“But I’m going to…”



“Put it in my mouth. Now’s as good a time as any to find out what it’s like to suck your dick.”



“I’m warning you.”



“I’m okay. I want to know what it’s like.”



She told me to stand up and face her. She knelt in front of me and looked up into my eyes.



“Now Louis. Do it now.”



I pushed forward and the head of my dick went into her mouth. Two seconds later I came.



The first shot caught us both by surprise. But she closed her eyes and swallowed.



The second was way more cum then the first and filled her mouth quickly. I pushed in just a bit more.



As she was swallowing the second shot, I shot a third time and this time, this time I was sure I was going to drown her. But she held on.



I pulsed at least a dozen times and soon cum was running out of her mouth and nose and tears were in her eyes, but she pulled me to her and forced more of my length into her mouth.



Then the pulses began to diminish.



I could hear swallowing sounds and sniffling, but I’d gone blind with rapture and was so weak I could not even muster enough strength to feel bad for the way I’d taken advantage of her mouth. I was feeling absolute bliss.



Solly cleared her throat a few times and the vibrations tickled my dick. It slowly began to deflate in her mouth. Then I withdrew.



“I’m sorry.”



She coughed and cleared her throat. A minute later she cleared her throat again.



“Why?”



“I don’t know. I feel bad you had to deal with all that.”



“Are you kidding. I’ve always wondered what it would be like. That was the coolest thing I’ve ever experienced. Louis, you can have my mouth anytime you want. I loved it.”



“Really?”



“Really. I can’t tell you how feminine it made me feel. The first three cum spurts were unbelievable. I wish you could cum in my mouth in slow motion. It’s such a power thing.”



“What do you mean?”



She cleared her throat again. I reached out and wiped some of the cum away from her nose.”



“Taste it.”



“Huh?”



“Taste it.”



“Taste my own cum?”



“Yup. You’ll see. It’s not bad.”



I licked the glob on my finger into my mouth. She was right. It wasn’t bad.



“See.”



“Yeah, but I came so much.”



“Do you always cum a lot?



“Usually the first cum of the day is a lot.”



“The first? How many times a day do you come?”



“Two or three. Sometimes four or five.”



“Wow. I had no idea. From now on, at least once a day you’re going to cum in my mouth. Preferably the first cum of the day so I can have a lot of it.”



“You really like it?”



“Dear, sweet brother. I loved it. I had no idea it would be so warm and so salty. I loved it.”



“Cool.”



“I bet. Now that I’ve take the edge off of your needs, I’m ready to go to bed and talk dirty.”



So to bed we went.



We talked until way past midnight.



I asked her if we could do anal.



She asked if she could hold my dick while I peed.



I asked her if she would teach me at least five different ways to eat her pussy.



She asked if she could sit on my face.



I asked her if we could sixty-nine.



She asked if I would pose nude for her.



I asked her what it was like to have a period.



She asked me if I would lick her anus.



I asked if she’d lick mine.



She asked me if I would let her make a clay mold of my erection.



I asked if I could cum on her breasts.



And so it went, each of us pressing for just a bit more kink and of course, just a bit more surrender from the other.



I asked her when I could taste her pussy.



She put her hand between her legs and stuck fingers inside herself. After a few seconds, she brought her hand to my mouth. It was dripping with her juices.



I took each finger into my mouth and licked them clean.



She asked if I liked it.



I told her she tasted heavenly.



She told me I could taste directly from the source tomorrow after she’d had a bath.



I told her I was tired and needed to sleep.



She snuggled into me and within seconds, I was out like the proverbial light.



In the morning she sucked me off again. Then she held my dick while I took my morning pee.



After breakfast, we looked at the photos once again and decided she didn’t need any more help posing. Then she took her bath.



She called me into the bath room to dry her off. She said she was excited and needed me to be with her all day.



I stood with her while she took a pee and when she offered me the tissue, I bent down on one knee and wiped her.



We went to her bed at 1:00 in the afternoon and for the next nine hours she taught me everything she could teach me about pleasing a woman.



She showed me each of her erogenous areas; her ears, her neck, the backs of her knees, her toes, (she asked me to suck her toes), her breasts, her fingers and finally, her pussy.



I could not get enough of her taste. I was ravenous.



She taught me how to lick, how to suck, how to use my tongue and lips. She showed me the many different ways a person can use their mouth to bring pleasure to another person, but mostly she showed me the joy to be found when two people take their time and offer their services, one to the other.



When she had to get up to pee, I told her not to wipe. I used my tongue instead of tissue.



When I had to pee, she went with me and knelt then licked off the last few drops.



She didn’t offer anything to me in the way of relief. This time was hers.



When it was time to get up and eat something, we both walked to the kitchen naked.



I got some peaches and cream and had her lay on the dining room table. I ate them off of her body.



She crushed some grapes and smeared the mess all over my butt. She ate the grapes and licked me clean, even sticking her tongue into my anus for a couple of minutes. I was so hard I thought I’d burst. “Hold that thought,” she joked.



We showered and got back into bed.



I was still hard and needed to cum.



Solly propped herself up on some pillows and said she wanted to watch me jack-off on her breasts. I did. Then I scooped up the dollops of cum and fed her first one scoop, then I’d eat the next and so on. When she was mostly cleaned off, I kissed her rolled over and told her I loved her.



“Tomorrow, Louis. Tomrrow you’re going to make me a woman.”



I dreamt of tropical rain storms.



The next day we made love for the first time.



Though she’d broken her hymen with her vibrator, she still suffered for the first few minutes I was inside of her. But then, as she adjusted to my size, she took complete control and rode me senseless.



We tried every position we could think of. When it was time for me to cum, I pulled out and came in her mouth. Three times, I came in her mouth. Then I couldn’t have cum again if you’d paid me. We lost count of the number of times she came.

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