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PASSIONATE REALITY

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PASSIONATE REALITY by MattI am 21. Ussually at that age, one starts to wonder away from their home, sowing wild oats and so on. But I have always been somewhat financially dependant on my folks so I still live at home. But on the occassion I am about to diverge, I was not that upset about still living at home. My sister Kristin is 19. She has always been rather social so it was no surprise when I came home from work and found that she had three friends over. All of her friends were decent looking but my favorite was always Stephanie. There was just something about that girl that tugged at me. Sure, she was a hottie. But it was more than that, I think it was because she seemed so untouchable. She seemed so statuesque. I was exhausted when I got home, so after some polite conversation (and some mild flirting with Stephanie), I retreated to bed. I was tired and I was sure that I would fall imediatly to sleep, but that was not the case. And as I lay in bed desperatly trying to reach my slumber, I started to think about Stephanie, and the many curver she possessed. And how moist lips were. As i thought about her, my dick began to harden and before I knew it I was stroking away, all the while picturing Stephanie in my mind. I reached an orgasm withing record time and the whole experience seemd to exhaust me further. Frustrated, I decided to go downstairs and get something to drink. I thought maybe if I could get some alcohol in my system it would mellow me out and knock me out. When I reached the base of the stairs I realized that the light in kitchen was still on. It was well after two and I knew that Kristin and her friends had escaped to bed well over an hour ago. So I was mildly curious when entered the kitchen and i was delighted to find Stephanie leaning over our kitchen sink, aparently staring out our window at nothing. "Stephanie?" I asked tentavly. She turned with a start. "Oh! Hi." "Is something wrong?" "I couldn't sleep," she muttered after a slight hesitation. "Why not?" I asked. "No reason in particular." "Are you sure?" That was when Stephanie started to cry in ernest. She started to tell me that my sister and her other friends had started to talk about sex. And that had made Stephanie, a virgin, start to feel left out. My sister and her friends had picked up on her uncomfortableness and had started to ridicule her. That had prompted her to retreat to the kitchen. Trying to be a gentleman, I escorted her to my room and tucked her into my bed, telling her i would sleep on the couch. I pecked her on the cheak and started to make my way towards my door. "Matt, this is a big bed." I heard her say meekly behind me. I turned back and slipped un the sheet with her. We started to talk, about nothing, about everything. And after normal conversation elapsed, I built the courage up to ask her if I could kiss her. She looked shocked at first, but then with out answering, she leaned fowards and pressed her mouth against mine. Our kissing grew hotter and hotter and during that exchange I reached down and pushed my hand into her panties. She moaned and shoved her toungue deeper and deeper into my mouth. I slipped two fingers inside her and stared to slide them in and out. That led to her first orgas, followed by a low moan and a deep sigh. We were both exhausted, we did not have sex that night. But we did fall asleep in each other's arms and I was very proud to be able to say that I gave Stephanie her first orgasm.